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“Audition, my foot.” Now she glared at him, though she was finding it hard to resist his waving cock.
“And such a pretty foot you have,” he said agreeably, “but it can’t solve my problem. Only your mouth can.”
Remembering that he promised to answer her questions, she applied herself to the task of assuaging his pain. Bending her head once again, she covered his cock with her mouth, taking him deep into her until she almost gagged.
“Argh.” Damaon groaned. “Yeah, shikima. You’re good, damn good.”
Pleased with his praise, she bobbed her head on his cock, sucking and kissing every inch of his beloved length, knowing her actions would bring him pleasure. She caressed and stroked him with her hand and her tongue and her mouth, love for him governing her movements. His fingers clenched around fistfuls of hair, guiding her. She tasted the cream of his arousal, a salty, tangy taste that she found delightful. No wonder Adamas loved to suck on Damaon’s cock. She drove Damaon onward and urged him upward until he spilled himself into her mouth. His pleasure spread over her, warming and satisfying her.
“How’d I do?” She sat back on her haunches, her tongue licking around her mouth for stray drops of Damaon’s cum. Adamas turned her around to kiss her and she had to share Damaon’s cum with him, not that she minded, because she got to taste the beguiling sweetness of Adamas’ mouth.
When she and Adamas broke apart, gasping, she turned to Damaon and lifted one brow in query.
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“That would’ve gotten you a free pass to the Diamond Palace for eternity.”
His lazy, satiated smile did crazy things to her insides. She thumped a fist into her palm in mock regret. “I should’ve given you both blowjobs my first day here.”
“I want mine now.” Adamas pointed at his throbbing cock.
“Later.” She wrenched her gaze away and turned back to Damaon. “You promised to tell me the reason I could feel your phantom lovemaking.”
“All right,” he said with reluctance, shooting a glance at Adamas. “It’s a good thing you mentioned the matter to Adamas, because it’s the main reason Sapphire agreed to break the agreement.”
“You mean he was afraid that when you’re making love to Iderea, if you were married, of course,” she felt obliged to qualify as Damaon’s expression became dark, “I would feel your lovemaking? But I would be on Earth by then and I think the distance would be too great for me to feel your touches.”
“That’s the thing, we don’t know, because nothing of that magnitude has been recorded—”
“And anyway, what does he care about me?” she interrupted, hardly hearing him as she followed her own train of thought. “He would’ve been more concerned about his daughter.”
“The truth is…” Damaon paused a beat, then continued in resignation, “We found Iamond’s copy of the betrothal contract in his diary.”
“And?” she asked, perplexed at the abrupt change in topic.
“It contained information that…that…”
Damaon was the one who usually rushed into any situation without first considering the consequences, so why was he hesitating? Why did it seem the words were stuck in his throat?
Adamas made a rough sound. “That you’re our true mate, the one fated to save us fully from the heart hardening disease.”
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“What! But all the other women also saved you—”
“For a limited number of years only and each time was worse than the preceding one,” Adamas cut her off. “We couldn’t understand it and we were afraid, afraid that one day, we’d have a woman but she wouldn’t be able to do anything for us at all. Then you came and you were able to do so much for us—much more than all the other women combined—that we couldn’t believe our luck.”
“True mate,” she murmured, dazed. “Wouldn’t Ida—?”
“No,” Adamas said, his voice curt. “She would’ve been able to do only what the other women had, as she’s not our true mate.”
Tentatively, she reached out both hands and placed each against the men’s chests and felt the reassuring normal beat of their hearts beneath her palms. “Fated.” Adamas became so pale she was alarmed. “You’re okay?” she asked, anxious.
“Yes.” Adamas sucked in a deep breath, his chest rising with the action. “Iamond’s diary also revealed that only the Diamond Immortal’s true mate can feel his ghostly touches when he’s having sex with another person. It’s also the reason you felt the calling star’s compulsion so strongly. These reasons convinced Sapphire that he couldn’t stand in the way of our happiness and health, not when the universe itself conspired to bring us together.”
“Wow.” Daunting to think that she was but a small pawn in the great scheme of things, yet important enough that the fates would arrange a love match for her. Well, maybe not a love match, but a true match from which love had grown. Adamas took her hands in his and she couldn’t understand why he was trembling, couldn’t understand why both he and Damaon looked so sad. No, hopeless. Resigned.
“Raisa, I promised you a choice. Damaon and I agreed beforehand that we are giving you this choice. Forget about the true mates and stuff, we don’t know if they’re real anyway. As far as we’re concerned, it has served its purpose in getting us out of the betrothal. If you…” He breathed deeply and his entire body quavered. Beside him, Damaon was taut and silent, his silver eyes intent on her face. “If you don’t want to stay 134
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with us, we…we’re fine. You can go home two days later. We’ll even send you back in our carriage—”
What were they saying? She couldn’t understand. She loved them, so of course she wanted to stay with them. Being able to remain here with the ones she loved was a dream she couldn’t believe had come true. God must be rewarding her for all those years of uncomplaining filial devotion.
But it appeared as though Adamas and Damaon were thrusting her away and they even had a private transportation that would take her far away in an instant if she wanted. And why should she forget the matter of true mates when it had given her the very thing she wanted?
True mates.
She remembered the word that had caused Adamas to go pale. Fated.
Then she understood.
When she had first arrived, she had complained of having her choice taken away with such vehemence that Adamas had been moved to give her another one. In the same way, having her destiny arranged by the fates meant depriving her of a choice and, like that first time, they were now offering her the chance to make the decision instead of having it thrust upon her. By their action, they were telling her that they wouldn’t forcibly hold her here, even though they loved her or that she loved them. They would defy the fates themselves to give her what she wanted. She smiled, love for them welling up to flood her entire being. “You don’t need to offer me another choice, because the moment I realized I loved you, both of you, I had already made my choice. I want to be with you, for always, as your wife, your lover, your friend. This is my life now and Earth has no more hold on me. That my choice is in tandem with what the fates had arranged for me is something I would give thanks for everyday of my life. I love you and nothing— nothing—is going to tear us apart.”
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About the Author
Employed as an engineer, I’ve worked in an underground mine that went up—
inside a mountain. I’ve swung over the Ohio River in a tiny cage suspended from a crane in the middle of an electrical storm. I’ve hung over the Hudson River at midnight in an aluminum boat suspended from a floating barge at the height of a blizzard, while snowplows on the bridge overhead rained slush and salt down on my shoulders. You can’t do this sort of work without developing a sense of humo
r and a taste for adventure.
A relative newcomer to the publishing industry, I read my first romance five years ago and decided to try my hand at writing. Both my reading and writing habits are subject to mood and I usually have several stories going at once. When I need a really good idea for a story, I clean toilets. Now there’s an activity that engenders escapism. I was surveying when I met my husband. He was my “rod man”. While I was trying to get my crosshairs on his stadia rod, he dropped his pants and mooned me. Next thing I know, I’ve got the backside of paradise in my viewfinder. So I grabbed the walkie-talkie. “That’s real nice,” I told him, “but would you please turn around? I’d rather see the other side.”
It was love at first sight.
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