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  “Sapphire agreed not to pursue it,” Damaon interrupted her, after exchanging a long glance with Adamas.

  Incredulous joy bounded within her. “Why?”

  Adamas’ black scowl surprised her. “Does it matter if it gives us what we want?

  You can even confirm it with Sapphire, if you don’t believe us.”

  “I believe you,” she said quietly, though her mind churned with questions. She considered the two men and decided there was something they weren’t telling her, something they didn’t want her to know. Being in love with them didn’t turn her brain into sheep fodder, though it did make her want to protect them and keep them safe, even from themselves. She had to tackle this topic from another angle. “And I think I 122

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  deserve to know how it came about. When Ida learns of your agreement with Sapphire, she will be devastated. She may not turn to me at first, especially since I’m the woman who usurped her position, but when she does come, I want to be ready. I want to know how to give her the answers she wants without angering her further. I want to help her understand that you couldn’t be the right men for her and I want to give her hope that out there somewhere, in this vast universe, there will be a man for her—”

  “He has to be an immortal,” Damaon muttered with a vexed sigh.

  “That’s the most important requirement,” Adamas added.

  “What do you mean?” The men’s unhappy expressions alarmed her.

  “Iamond, the previous Diamond Immortal, and Sapphire were close friends, having been appointed to their respective positions at about the same time. At his wife’s insistence, Sapphire made the pact with Iamond when she was pregnant with Iderea to ensure their child’s lifespan, because only an immortal’s wife can stay with him for eternity.”

  “What?” The implications tumbled through her mind, shocking her. Adamas nodded. “That’s right. An immortal’s children are mortal, since he was mortal to begin with and was only made immortal for his position. This means that Iderea would have to leave the Sapphire Palace when she’s twenty-five.”

  Which confused her. “But…but you told me the age of majority is eighteen.”

  “Yes. Our ancestors aren’t inhuman, Raisa,” Adamas said. “In this instance, the seven years is for Ida to adjust to a mortal existence. During this time, she can shuttle back and forth from wherever she decides to make her home—be it on Earth or Ragnon or one of her parents’ home planets. And Sapphire…Sapphire would have to learn to let go of his child and say goodbye.”

  “For always.”

  “For always,” Damaon confirmed. “But he can always flood a certain place with sapphires.”

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  “How sad.” Both for the father and the child. Raisa wondered how Ida would cope, since the mortal world was so much different from the immortal one.

  “It’s life and before you think it, no, you’re not going to help Ida by bowing out and urging either one of us to marry her.” Adamas’ fingers bit into her arm, forcing her to look at him. The fierce expression on his face as he stared down at her made her tremble. “Damaon and I aren’t dolls you can pass around or—”

  “I wasn’t thinking of that.” She had thought of it, but almost as soon as the thought had flashed into her brain, she rejected it. She knew the men wouldn’t have agreed—

  and Sapphire would’ve brought up the suggestion during their discussion—and anyway, it wouldn’t be fair to Ida. The child-woman deserved someone who would love her, not men who were forced to take her on due to an agreement not of their own making. “But maybe we could help her in some other way.”

  Adamas blinked and he glanced at the spot where her hand had come up to cover his, for his fingernails had dug deep into her flesh and were hurting her. She was sure he had left marks on her skin—brand marks of possession. His hold loosened. “Just so we’re clear.”

  “We are.” She patted his hand and he turned his palm up and held tight onto hers. Lowering their limbs, he looked stricken at the half-moon imprints he’d made. Before she could reassure him that she didn’t feel the pain anymore, he leaned down and placed soothing kisses on the spot, licked and laved her skin with his tongue. Desire rose up in her, swift and fast, especially as tendrils of his bone-white hair caressed her breast and teased her nipples into tight, aching buds. The passion that always burned bright among them came rushing back like a flash flood and her pussy clenched and creamed in hunger and need.

  “Better?” he asked huskily.

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  he groaned and, a moment later, he was covering her mouth with his own. He maneuvered her so that she was lying on the bed and he thrust into her with one unerring plunge.

  Time stopped. A huge, soundless void filled her, making her aware of nothing but the iron-hard goodness inside her that was stretching her so deliciously. Love for him swelled in her heart, expanding her chest until she felt she could burst. He kissed her like she was something precious, something he cherished, with slow flicks of his tongue and unhurried glides of his lips. His mouth slanted over hers to take her into a deeper kiss and she willingly followed where he led. She clasped her legs around his waist to hold him close, to touch him skin-to-skin wherever she could. After believing she’d lost him—them—she was beyond relieved that they were hers after all. Hers, to do with whatever she wanted for eternity.

  The thought sent a wicked thrill down her spine.

  “What was that?” he asked, his head lifting and a frown marring his brow. “Are you cold?”

  “No.” She smiled at him, an unfettered smile of pure joy. His gaze softened and he caressed her cheek. “You’re so beautiful.”

  “And ours,” Damaon said from beside her.

  Her head turned to see him stretched out beside them on his side, his head supported by an upraised palm, one leg bent with foot planted on the bed and his hand stroking his cock in a slow, languid manner.

  Her breath hitched. “Funny, I was just thinking the same thing.”

  “I hope you won’t get bored, shikima, because being an immortal means you get to live a long time.” Damaon’s eyes darkened and filled with a stark need that was at odds with his words. “A very long time.”

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  “Love goes a long way toward curing boredom,” she said, surprised at what she’d said. She’d never been philosophical before, but somehow she knew what she’d said was true.

  “And we have ways to occupy you,” Adamas said, causing her to turn her head toward him. He cupped her breasts and squeezed, his thumbs rasping over her nipples and teasing them to tight, hard nubs. “Like this.” He shifted a little so he could draw one turgid bud into his mouth, all without withdrawing from her. Moaning, she arched into his mouth, encouraging him to continue his deep sucks. Delicious wet warmth enveloped her breast and she plowed her hands into his head to hold him there, the silken strands of his hair trailing over her body in a sensual caress. Heat slashed to her groin and her cream gushed to pool in her pussy, coating his cock with her essence and paving the way for his mating thrusts. When she was transported here by the calling star, she never expected to find love. All she had thought about was money and a way to buy back the home of her childhood. Her intention was to cling to the happy memories with her parents, because she’d nothing left. Now, she realized she didn’t need her childhood home anymore, because with Adamas and Damaon, she had a whole lifetime of happiness and love and lust to look forward to. New memories to make, not to supplant the old ones, but to add to them. New friends to cultivate and new sights to see. New and wondrous things to experience.

  Adamas bit on her nipple and pain mingled with pleasure streaked
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  reveled in the thick strands of hair that flowed down to envelop them both in their private sanctuary. He savored her like a rich feast, nibbling, licking, sucking. She couldn’t help but compare this to the first time they’d made love. Lust was still in evidence, but there was more between them this time, love that colored their actions with tenderness.

  The moment Adamas released her breasts, Damaon was there to take over, his hands plucking at her nipples like a master at his violin. She started to shift, the need building in her making her restless. A need that Adamas fired as he started to move, short, deep moves that made her keen with yearning.

  Her pussy clenched around him and that seemed to impel him to move faster. She was so primed that she needed only a few quick, firm strokes before she was hurtling over the edge into ecstasy. She was dimly aware of Adamas giving a loud, hoarse cry before he followed her, his thrusts searing and deep as he exploded in her. She hadn’t finished her tumble through air before Adamas withdrew and Damaon took his place, propelling her up, up, up, even higher this time with his hard pounding. He didn’t cease his unswerving attention on her breasts and his teeth bit into one nipple, adding to the relentless pressure until she couldn’t take it anymore. She shattered again into a splintering orgasm that rocked her soul. Damaon’s harsh shout of release sounded in her ear in tandem with his one last, final surge into her body, his own body arching in a bow at the force of his explosive pleasure. Streams of satisfaction and languid bonelessness cast her adrift, extreme contentment flooding her body at the knowledge that she would be beside them for as long as forever. A pleased smile lifted the corners of her mouth as the men— hers!—

  spooned her body, Damaon behind her and Adamas pressed close on her other side. She loved them. More amazingly, they also loved her. Though they hadn’t said so in words, but with hindsight, she realized how their actions had spoken of it. However, she’d been blind and caught up in her misery. But now she saw and her heart filled with the sweet knowledge, along with an awed disbelief that she had finally found 127

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  where she belonged. She felt the men rising and stretching above her and she knew they were kissing, their moans and groans getting louder and more frequent with each passing second.

  Just as she opened her eyes, Damaon catapulted toward Adamas, bearing him down on the bed. She watched fascinated as they made love, caressing and stroking one another with fierce intensity. She wouldn’t have thought they could get their cocks up so soon, but maybe the immortals were blessed with incredible stamina because one glance at their lower bodies proved they were more than ready, their rigid crystalline lengths throbbing with need.

  Beautiful.

  She was more than ready to just watch them and admire the beauty of their graceful, sensual movements, but she fell back on the bed, flabbergasted. There it was again, that phantom touch on her breast as Adamas sucked on Damaon’s nipple. Her body arched, the same way that Damaon was doing, offering more of himself to Adamas. Ghostly hands glided over her body, arousing, burning, marking. She thought she had been fully satisfied, yet here she was again, hungering, needing, her pussy creaming in anticipation.

  A huge phantom cock slammed into her. She writhed on the bed, on top of the silken sheets, her hips pumping upward to meet those strong, solid strokes. Oh God. She was insatiable. Two orgasms, yet she wanted another and from a ghostly cock no less, a ghostly cock that she somehow knew “belonged” to Damaon for the way it—

  he—drove into her.

  She was right.

  A glance beside her showed her that Adamas’ upraised legs rested on Damaon’s shoulders and the latter was pumping his cock into Adamas’ hole, his silver eyes scrunched tight in concentration. Her gaze lit on Adamas’ cock, which the men were neglecting for the moment and it looked so delicious she couldn’t resist. A real cock was better than any phantom one, no matter how hard or huge or thick. 128

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  Before she could think too much, she scrambled up from her place on the bed, her hips jerking all the while from the force of Damaon’s plunges, and lowered herself down Adamas’ cock. God, yes. Mewling cries escaped her when he filled her and she shuddered the moment he was buried to the hilt within her. Now there were two cocks buried in her—in the same channel—the flesh-and-blood one superimposed over the phantom cock, but she could feel them both—two solid thrusts instead of one, two bodies slamming into her—and the sensations were surreal and wondrous and escalated far too fast for her to process.

  She exploded into brilliance, hardly aware of the men’s guttural shouts as they urged her toward oblivion.

  She knew she fainted for several seconds at least, because when she came to, she was lying facedown on top of Adamas with Damaon beside them and she had no idea how they got into this position. Both men were breathing heavily. Adamas stroked her back. “Brilliant move there, shikima. I love it. I love you.”

  “You do, huh?” A big smile wreathed her face, though nobody could see it. Deep in her heart, she knew they loved her, but it still felt wonderful to hear it.

  “I think you already know, judging by your reaction,” he returned drily.

  “A girl still wants to hear the words.”

  “I love you too, shikima.” Damaon turned her head and held her steady for his kiss, his mouth opening over hers with warmth and possession. Her eyes misted at the gentle way his lips moved on hers, as though he was savoring a rare dish of dessert. His tongue touched the corners of her mouth before sweeping in to taste her and play with her tongue. When he lifted his head, his silver eyes were glittering with emotion. She stroked his back, relishing the sensation of his hard, muscled body. “What does shikima mean?”

  “I believe it’s the Ragnorian equivalent of your planet’s ‘dear’ or ‘darling’,”

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  A sweet, intense feeling welled up within her. “You know what would make me a happy woman?”

  “What?” Adamas asked.

  “Kiss me like that every day,” she said, “And sex, plenty of sex.”

  Damaon laughed. “I think we can oblige.”

  She frowned and sat up, remembering. She prodded Adamas’ chest with a finger. “I felt it again.”

  Adamas’ eyes popped open. “What?”

  “You remember that first day?” she asked.

  “Oh.” His eyes closed. “You mean your experiencing Damaon’s and my lovemaking?”

  “Yes.”

  “It’s no big deal,” he answered.

  “It is to me,” she said, determined to get to the bottom of the mystery. “You said you’d do some research. Did you find out anything?”

  “I’m sleepy and I’ve only had two orgasms,” Adamas said, his eyes firmly shut.

  “How come you’re still wide awake? Is three the magic number?”

  Raisa could sense the conversation going out of control. For the second time that night, she felt the men were keeping something from her. Damaon made much of a huge yawn. He tugged her down so that she lay between them. “Let’s get some sleep. You have to take the Change Potion tomorrow and you need to conserve your strength for that. Your body’s going to go through several transformations and— Hmmm…” He touched her pussy with a delicacy that sent her yearning. “I wonder if this will turn white with diamond brilliance.”

  “Or these.” Adamas aimed for her nipples with unerring accuracy and licke
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  She was almost distracted as they drowned her in sensations. While it was good that they were eager to start work on their promise to give her plenty of sex, she was more interested in answers.

  “Stop that.” She jabbed whatever body parts she could reach. Adamas rubbed his head and scowled at her. Unfortunately for Damaon, she hit a rather sensitive part.

  “Ow.”

  “Serves you right,” she muttered before asking anxiously, “Are you okay?”

  Damaon’s silver eyes glared at her. “How would I be okay when you stabbed me so hard? Kiss it better.”

  “Then you’ll answer my questions?”

  He shrugged. “Maybe.”

  “Damaon!”

  “Fine,” he said through gritted teeth. “Get on with it.”

  She scooted down and placed a kiss on his flaccid cock. This close, she could smell his strong, musky scent. She had stopped being unnerved by the crystalline shade of their cocks, or the fact that their cocks creamed much like her pussy, ages ago. In fact, she rather liked the thought that while the women on Earth could play with dildos of the same color, she was having fun with the real thing. And while they needed to slap on candy-flavored lubricants, she had natural, organic cream from the men’s cocks, salty and tangy enough to stimulate her taste buds.

  As was happening now, the tempting cream inviting her to swirl her tongue over the crystalline length or suck him deep into her mouth. She restrained herself with great effort, because she wouldn’t allow herself to be distracted.

  “It still hurt,” Damaon complained.

  “I bet,” she mumbled, eyeing his stirring cock. She held him and, leaning down, rubbed her tongue over the place where her finger had connected. Oh yum. She almost moaned as she tasted his stirring flavor. She licked and laved him, her tongue venturing 131

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  over an increasingly wider area until he grew hard and thick. She sat up with satisfaction. “There, I’m sure you’re a whole lot better now.” She smiled innocently at him, while behind her, Adamas didn’t even try to hide his chuckles. Damaon merely lifted one brow. “Raisa, you hadn’t even begun to soothe the pain. If you want to be a good wife to us, you’d have to try harder. Your audition starts now.”