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  James. According to Pietro, he was the more outgoing—and outrageous—of Samara's mates. "And the message is?"

  Marietta winced, then sighed. "Your daughter's shifted form is lovely."

  Sebastian laughed long and hard. So hard that tears pooled in his eyes and rolled down his cheeks. It wasn't until after Roberto delivered the tea that he composed himself again.

  "Such a bold challenge," he marveled. "Of course it is simply his frustration speaking out of turn." Sebastian considered the message. "Still… It is good to know Samara can shift. I wasn't sure she would."

  Marietta took a dainty sip of the hot tea. "It is also good to know her mates excite her so."

  "Yes. It is." To his surprise, Sebastian found it also bothered him. More than a little.

  He would like to deny he had secretly hoped Samara would refuse the brothers and stay close to him for a while. I can't.

  Samara is an adult. If she wants James and Jason, she'll have them. They will protect her well.

  That settled, somewhat, he picked up the second cup of tea and started planning Samara's protection with Marietta.

  Chapter Seven

  Samara considered putting on the robe, then tossed it across the mattress. The short nightie Eva had given her was scandalous, but it was just the impression she wanted to make on the brothers.

  Besides, with Eva attending a late study group and Marietta gone for the night, who is going to see me?

  That thought in mind, Samara opened the door and peeked down the hall. No one. Just as I thought. She padded barefoot over the hardwood floors.

  At the staircase, she took a moment to right her senses. It seemed the vertigo was still with her.

  I could take the elevator…or call them to come to me. Or even wait another hour, and they will come up on their own.

  Samara dismissed those ideas nearly as quickly as she thought them. Any of them would undermine the independence she was proclaiming by going to them, whether James and Jason knew about it or not.

  Besides that, I want them. Now. Right now.

  Hold the rail. Take it slow. She repeated the mantra silently as she inched down the stairs.

  At one point, Samara was sure she heard someone behind her. She turned to look, cautiously, wary of slipping on the marble stairs. There was no one there. A shadow moved, retreating further down the hallway of Samara's floor.

  Suzanne? Getting something for Eva?

  It wasn't important. Getting to James and Jason before anyone sees me is. Not only was she half-naked, Samara was supposed to be on bed rest, and it was a safe bet Marietta left instructions with someone about that.

  She rushed down the last six steps and made it to the door to their suite. Samara stood there for a moment, trembling lightly.

  Calm down. You know what you want. Tell them. With that, Samara knocked on the door.

  James answered it, gloriously naked. He looked up and down her body, then reached for her, wide-eyed.

  She shoved back against his chest, rocking James onto his heels. "If you dare pick me up and treat me like an invalid, I will go straight back to my room and leave you with that erection all night."

  It took him a moment to recover from shock. James laughed darkly, then guided Samara inside. "We can't have that." He pushed the door shut, leaning close to her to accomplish the job. "Why don't you tell me why you're here…and dressed so deliciously." It wasn't a question.

  Samara walked her fingertips up his chest, smiling as his eyes narrowed and his abdominal muscles tensed. "There's something I want, something you haven't done for me. You're going to. Now."

  * * * *

  That piqued his interest. This was a side of Samara James hadn't seen yet. "Tell me."

  He breathed in her scent, confirming what he suspected was true. His instincts went wild. Samara was an Alpha female in her fertile window, her pheromones heated, and she was demanding sex from him.

  Anything she asks for.

  "Where is Jason?"

  Even better. His brother wouldn't handle it well if she chose James without him. Neither would I, if it was reversed. "In the shower."

  Samara pressed to his chest, humming in pleasure. "Good. We can get started, and Jason can join us when he's done."

  "Tell me."

  She drew his hand to the back of her thigh, then pulled it upward to the crease of her ass.

  The breath caught in his throat at the feeling of the butt plug embedded in her. Night Mother! His cock strained toward her.

  Samara didn't hesitate. She nudged him backward into the main room. "It occurred to me that Jason has my ass every time we do double penetration."

  He didn't argue it, though that wasn't entirely accurate. James had had her mouth while Jason had her pussy only that afternoon. Still, James knew what she meant.

  "I'm going to have you exactly as I want you."

  "Oh, yes. You certainly will." If she wants Jason to walk in on us, we don't have much time. James led her to his bed. Though they would likely have Samara in every room of the suite, he was determined it would be his bed first.

  James lifted her onto the mattress, facing the center, then pushed down on her shoulders to position her for what she wanted. He worked the plug in and out, gritting his teeth as she moaned and met his inward thrusts.

  The shower turned off, and James pitched the plug aside. Before Samara could finish her protest, he was working his cockhead back and forth through the pliant, tight ring of muscle.

  It didn't take long for him to move from teasing preparation to balls-deep thrusting. James cursed himself for monopolizing her pussy for himself—unconsciously hoping to sire their first pup, he was sure. He had missed out; James hadn't realized how good it would feel to have Samara's ass clenching against his cock, the sensation of a great hand job, mixed with the fine control of sex.

  Their noises rose in unison, so markedly James was afraid they were going to come before Jason could join them. With her fertile cycle riding her, it was a safe bet she would want them as often as she could get them, and it wasn't as if they hadn't indulged with her singly over the last few days. Still, she wanted something specific from him, and James didn't intend to fail.

  That wasn't going to happen. Jason rushed into the room, a towel wrapped around his shoulders.

  After a moment, his brother's indecision hit James solidly between the eyes.

  He thinks she's offering a reversal of earlier today. Jason is afraid of her lack of control. Letting her fellate him is the last thing Jason wants to do.

  James eased down on his knees on the edge of the mattress, pulling Samara upright between them, still impaled on his cock. "Plant one foot on the bed and spread your legs. I want to invite Jason in properly."

  Samara followed his instructions, and Jason gasped in surprise. James spread her nether lips, thrusting slowly into her to demonstrate that he wasn't in her pussy. She tipped her head back, moaning.

  James smiled at his brother's quickening breathing, at the narrowing of his eyes. "Samara requested this in specific, Jason. You're not going to keep a lady waiting, are you?"

  The towel went flying across the room. Jason stalked across the floor, every muscle notched down tight. His cock went from half-mast to fully erect from one step to the next.

  "Watch him, Samara."

  She levered her head up and swiveled her neck to watch Jason come for her. Her breathing went ragged, and her fingernails sharpened against his thigh.

  Jason captured her lips in a heated kiss. When he pulled back, he thrust inside her in one smooth movement, his cock crowding James's inside her. "Is this what you wanted, Samara?"

  It was a taunt, and she shivered in response to it. Her claws raked lightly at James's thigh, an instinctual show that she could fight them off.

  But she isn't. She's submitting to us, as a pair.

  "Yes." It came out a rough release of breath, no doubt spoken through sharpened canines.

  James and Jason matched their movem
ents, retreating and thrusting in near unison. There was no play at taking turns filling her; Samara was their mate, and she would know what being full of them both felt like.

  Their sounds moved from pants to growls and grumbles. Samara closed a hand in James's hair, tugging lightly. She cupped the other around the back of Jason's neck and dragged him closer. She dragged her lips up and down Jason's chest and throat, her mouth opened a bit.

  His brother's fangs peeked past his lips. James watched them, spellbound. Had her fertile cycle prompted her to demand their blood?

  Samara jerked her head back, and James swallowed a curse. As if Jason agreed, they sped up at the same time.

  She stiffened, her inner muscles pulsing in sweet release. Her howl echoed off the walls.

  James bit back a laugh at that. Chase, their servant, was certain to have broken sleep tonight.

  He scowled at a further thought. If I learn he beat off to the sounds of Samara with us, I will gut him.

  James and Jason joined her in climax, their own little den staking territory as a unit. They clung to each other, sharing breath, supporting each other.

  Samara started laying kisses down Jason's chest, her need to mate driving her to more, no doubt.

  James eased out of her. "That's right, Samara," he whispered, well aware that her hearing would be heightened. "Jason will give you what you want while I wash up."

  Before James climbed off the mattress, the two were engaged in a passionate kiss.

  * * * *

  Jason restrained himself. If he didn't do that, he would take her down and fuck her hard and fast. James had promised anything she wanted, and her pheromones said Samara likely had distinct ideas about the subject.

  I just wish they included marking each other. The sight of her preparing to choose a site to plant her teeth had nearly stopped his heart in excitement.

  Soon. She'll need to taste our blood soon. If she didn't do so within the next week or so, a burgeoning pregnancy would force her to sate the need.

  Will that alienate her? If she finds herself carrying our pups before she knows what she is? What we all are?

  Samara dragged her face away, forcing his mind back to the present.

  Her shifted eyes were hard in warning, her ear tips twitching. "I will have you as I want you."

  What a glorious Alpha female she is. "Whatever you want." A male would be a fool to deny a female satiation of her choice, when she offers such boundless delights in her heat.

  She pushed him backward, forcing Jason flat on his back on the mattress. The part of him urging Jason to dominate her was silenced at the first lick over his nipples, a long swipe from right to left, her roughened tongue raising more than his interest.

  Jason settled his hands on the back of her head, encouraging her. The licks alternated with nips. Her tasting moved lower. By the time she reached his abdomen, he was praying Samara intended to suck him as she had James.

  Fuck the teeth. She could maim me, and I'll heal. And if Samara draws blood, she may need to taste more. We could be mated before James reaches the bed. Blood-drunk, she would bind herself to James as well.

  It seemed Samara had no intention of maiming him. Her lips and tongue played at his cock, bathing him, enticing him. She slipped lower and sucked on his sac, causing it to fill again.

  Jason arched up with a strangled groan, burying his claws in the palms of his hands. James isn't crazy for allowing this. Not at all. I would allow Samara to grant me this every day, were she willing.

  She circled her tongue around his sac lazily, and she murmured against his skin.

  Probably reacting to my arousal. To the increase in my scent.

  In the next heartbeat, Samara was sucking the length of his cock down, engulfing him in bliss. He was on the verge of exploding when she moved.

  * * * *

  Inside. Damn it, this isn't enough!

  Samara rushed to straddle his hips, then slipped down over Jason's cock.

  He feels so good. So right. They both do.

  She started rocking back and forth, then up and down, driving him deeper inside her. Samara stripped off her nightgown and dropped it to the floor. She drew Jason's hands up to her breasts, offering them to him.

  He wasn't gentle.

  Not that I want him to be.

  Jason rubbed and tweaked at her nipples, sending bolts of pleasure through her body. He licked his lips, a sure sign that he would be leaving love bites if the position were move favorable.

  Yes, bite. The idea of him leaving tender marks on her drove her on. Samara rode him harder, needing to feel him climax inside her again.

  He started meeting her movements, taking her deeper. Suddenly, he surged up, suckling hard at her breast. Jason pushed down on her hips, embedding himself tightly inside her.

  Her senses scattered at the change. "Yes. Oh, yes. Jason, please." It ended on a keening wail. Her body tightened, seeking his heat. Craving it.

  His climax set off hers, and Samara pitched backward…into James's chest. She came hard, screaming in release. Still, it wasn't enough.

  I can't get enough of them. I can't even define enough.

  "That's right." James smoothed his hand down her back to her hip. He nipped at her earlobe. He shifted his hips, letting her feel how hard he was. "Say you want me now."

  "Yes." Her body held tight to Jason's cock, but she wanted James's between her thighs, moving, enflaming her lust further. "You, James. Now."

  In a whirlwind of motion, he lifted her off Jason's still-hard cock, laid her back on the mattress next to his brother, then thrust deep inside her. Samara screamed, the conflicting sensations making her head spin.

  James crooned to her. "We're going to make love to you all night long, Samara. In Jason's bed. In the shower. In the living area. On the furniture, on the rugs, and against the walls." He stroked slowly inside her, setting off aftershocks. "Tomorrow, we're going to share you all day long in your rooms."

  "But—"

  "Tomorrow is Friday. We will have all weekend to do class work. Well, aside from the football game."

  Soccer. James and Jason were at practice this afternoon. Samara nodded. Tomorrow will be the last full day Marietta will be gone. She's due back an hour before the game.

  James didn't pause. "You're ours, Samara. Can we share you?"

  "I always knew you were the one with the wickedly sexy ideas."

  He smiled slyly. "So you've said before. Can we share you?"

  Another climax rocked her. Catching her breath seemed to take far too long. "Yes. Definitely."

  Jason reached between their bodies and stroked at her sensitive clit, making her gasp. "The shower next."

  She arched up off the mattress, her senses in overdrive. Oh, yes.

  Chapter Eight

  Two days later

  Jason snuggled up behind her and Samara smiled. She still wasn't sure if what she was doing was depraved or not, but it felt right.

  All those stories about Dad growing up in a commune rubbed off on me? She supposed it was possible.

  Eva breezed into the room without knocking. She started bustling around, then turned toward the bed with a grin.

  Samara gaped, waiting for a reaction. Eva crossed her arms under her chest and started tapping one foot on the thick carpet. Before Samara could form words, Eva was issuing orders.

  "You two are supposed to be at the field already. Report time was ten, as I recall. Instead, you're here, putting Samara behind schedule. She has to bathe and eat before we take her to the stadium, you realize. Get up. Go on. Move, before the coach benches you for the game." She waved her arms in wide arcs toward the hall door.

  Samara's cheeks flamed. "Could you—"

  James sighed dramatically. "Very well." He turned and laid a lingering kiss on Samara's lips. "We'll continue later?"

  She nodded, breathless, her body throbbing in want of immediate consummation.

  Jason appeared over her as James retreated. There was nothing s
oft and slow about his kiss. It seemed he was intent on defying Eva and seducing Samara right in front of her, just to prove he could.

  When he pulled away, she moaned in protest.

  "Until then." It sounded like a promise.

  "Up." Eva pointed to the door imperiously.

  They're naked.

  That didn't seem to bother James and Jason. They eased out from beneath the quilt, collected their clothes, then made their way out of the room, delightfully nude and erect. James offered an irreverent little wave for Eva on the way.

  Eva turned her head to watch them go, and Samara cringed, anticipating the explosion of anger or disgust that was likely coming.

  "Mmm-mmm." Eva purred when the door closed behind them. "Those two have gorgeous asses."

  "And cocks. And everything else." It was out before Samara could rein herself in.

  Eva started laughing, doubling over, her face going scarlet.

  "I don't know what's wrong with me," Samara grumbled.

  "Wrong with you?" Eva's eyebrows bunched in a look of confusion. "Don't you enjoy your time with James and Jason?"

  Samara's cheeks burned in embarrassment. That would be the understatement of the century.

  Eva laughed heartily, collapsing at the foot of the bed. "Oh, Samara. You are just a hot-blooded Alpha."

  "Not the term my mother would use."

  Why should I care what she thinks? I shouldn't. She's a prude. Worse, she's a hypocrite masquerading as a prude. It felt good to acknowledge that.

  Eva sighed. "Your mother isn't our kind. No offense, but she can't understand running barefoot in the meadow under the bright lovers' moon."

  "She doesn't even like walking barefoot in the park in full daylight." She loathes nature. We couldn't be more different.

  "You see. Our people are free and wild. We are true to ourselves, our innate natures, and to our communities and the natural world we are brothers and sisters to."

  "Are we some sort of upscale Romani gypsies? Or maybe Native Americ…well, native tribesmen from wherever?"