“But, yes, some of them,” Gil added. He chuckled. “And it is strangely appropriate that you found our Third all by yourself.”
Ursula felt herself flush as Gil’s approval and amusement washed over her and he pulled the fabric of her skirt up her legs. She felt her body moisten in readiness. “Well, I didn’t exactlyfindhim.”
“You know what Gil means,” Bran gently reproached her.
“I do,” she said on a gasp as Gil eased a thick finger inside her. She sharply inhaled again as the heavy muscles in his thighs bunched and released beneath her as he rose from the chair while holding her against his body. He allowed her to sink several inches, impaling her upon his thumb as his splayed fingers curved around her buttocks. “This isn’t like last time.”
Bran chuckled at her breathy words and fixed his gaze on her exposed thighs and the shallow lift and fall of her breasts beneath the light, loose fabric of her dress as she panted. “No, mate, this will bebetter.”
Ursula’s eyelids fluttered shut. She felt the press of Bran’s thumb above her right eye and the slide of his hand beneath her bottom to support her weight because her feet dangled at least a foot above the floor. She heard rather than saw Zul’s slow, careful approach and inhaled his clean scent when he drew near.
“Steady her,” Gil said as he lifted his hand away from her abdomen and pressed the pad of his thumb above her left eye.
A hand, broad and calloused, pressed against her ribs, the placement of fingers carefully avoiding any unnecessaryintimacy. A third thumb pressed against her forehead between the other two.
““I am the First of your mates, Brannal cen’Vyr, Prime of Fangrys Triad. Your honor and pleasure are mine and my love is yours. Receive me with joy,” Bran intoned.
Gil spoke next. “I am Gilvane cen’Vyr, Second of the Fangrys Triad, and the Forever of your mates to accompany you for so long as you live. Your honor and pleasure are mine, and my love is yours. Receive me with joy.”
Finally, Zul spoke, his voice filled with awe. “I am Zullar cen’Vyr, Third of the Fangrys Triad, and the Bridge who connects the First and the Forever. Your honor and pleasure are mine, and my love is yours. Receive me with joy.”
Simultaneously, they lifted their thumbs from Ursula’s brow, each leaving behind a shimmering imprint: gold for Bran, turquoise for Gil, and ruby for Zul. Ursula moaned as her mind opened to the warrior triad. Two of those minds were familiar, easing the blast of heat, desire, and excitement of the third.
“The psychic bond is established,” Bran whispered. He pressed a kiss to her temple. “Tomorrow we will complete the Rite of First Taste.”
Ursula exhaled a shuddering sigh as her channel tightened around Gil’s thumb.
“Let him see you take your pleasure,” Gil murmured. “Give him this gift.”
Gil flexed his thumb to press and stroke against that magical spot within her body that never failed to stoke her passion. Another hand—she recognized Bran’s touch—pinched her nipples. As though an electric line ran directly from her nipples to her G-spot, she cried out as her climax burst. The musky smell of her passion filled the air and mixed with her panted breaths.
Connected to her mind through the bond, Zul felt Ursula’s pleasure swell and burst. His own cock swelled and demanded release.
“Soon, this, too, will be yours to share,” Bran said to Zul as Gil’s hands shifted to hold their mate’s open thighs and supporther weight. The golden Prime stepped between her spread legs and lifted his kilt to expose his turgid, pulsing cock.
Zul’s jaw dropped as, fascinated, he watched Bran position his cock at the entrance of their mate’s body and slowly push inside. Ursula’s throaty moan sounded like sultry music to his ears. The base of his horns heated with fiery lust, and he clamped a hand around his own swollen cock.
“You need not stay if you do not wish it,” Gil whispered to him.
However, Zul could not pull himself away. He could not summon that discipline or mastery of his own body, but stroked himself and watched as his new Prime fucked their mate. The wet, squelching sounds twined with Bran’s soft grunts and the rapid movement of Zul’s hand as he squeezed and stroked. He gurgled, swallowing a cry and tightening his grip as Bran hissed his release, sharing his pleasure through the mental bond with his triad.
After a long moment, Bran withdrew from Ursula’s body, then he and Gil shifted her with practiced ease. His seed and the drops of her passion dribbled from her body and splattered on the floor. Gil transferred her to Bran’s arms, and he supported her while Gil moved the fabric of her clothing out of the way and speared his cock into her from behind. Zul choked back a growl as Gil set a punishing rhythm, his hips slapping into their mate’s buttocks. Soon, Gil, too, reached his climax as Ursula cried out and her body shuddered in an explosion of matching pleasure.
Zul, too, found his release, catching the spew of his seed in his hand. He grunted then sighed. Tomorrow he would taste her, and she would taste him. And then they would fuck.
Chapter 9
Zul stepped into the sheltered courtyard then paused in confusion. The youngling leaned his head against his forearm which was pressed against the base of a statue. He counted slowly, uttering a whispered bit of nonsense between each number: “four Mississippi … five Mississippi …” After reaching “ten Mississippi,” the child raised his head, blinked against the bright sunshine from Uribern’s two suns, and called out, “Ready or not, here I come!”
Standing in the doorway, Zul watched as the child looked about, obviously searching for something or someone. The boy decided upon a direction and began prowling, searching beneath shrubs and behind statuary and under benches. He watched as young Crow dashed here and there, occasionally calling in a sing-song voice, “Come out, come out, wherever you are!”
A flutter of pale green caught Zul’s attention. He took a sniff and caught her scent. Hiding in the branches of a well-pruned tree was the boy’s mother. He met her eyes, and she grinned at him. Although he was taken aback—not for the first time—by the friendly intent of her bared teeth, he felt no animosity or fear or anger in her, but rather an indulgent amusement.
What are you doing?he asked, initiating mind-to-mind conversation with her for the first time and hoping she would not repudiate him for it.
Playing hide-and-go-seek with Crow.
Is this an… an Earth game?
