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  for him, who had showered on him a devotion none of her ex-boyfriends had ever shown her.

  He opened her hand, exposing her palm, then placed a kiss in the very center. His lips burned a hole in her flesh. “I’m sorry for your loss.” Though the act seemed to drain him, solace emanated from him in tangible waves. Tears shimmered in her eyes at the thought of her parents. “Thank you,” she choked out. She snatched her hand back and buried her face in the bouquet of flowers, letting the tears drop into its white depths. A hesitant hand soothed her hair, gathering confidence as he continued. She found the action kind and comforting. When she had gotten hold of herself again, she looked up to see him in close proximity to her. She didn’t know if there was a mute plea in her teary eyes, but his mouth was descending, then landing on her lips in a gentle kiss of reassurance. She sensed his tightly leashed control over the fierce, violent urge to ravage her lips in harsh possession, sensed his care for her in her fragile state and knew she was lost. She could resist the rude Damaon who insisted on sex as though it was his right, but she couldn’t resist this Damaon who fought his inner demons to show her a tenderness she hadn’t thought possible.

  He needed her to save him, but more than that, she needed to save him. She couldn’t do anything for her mother or her father, but she could heal him and Adamas. She could ensure that they live for another fifty years, at least. Raisa curled her arms around his neck to draw him into a deeper kiss. She pressed against him, enjoying his hardness against her softer flesh and her body hummed in anticipation as she threw away her reservations. His tongue thrust deep into her mouth, making her dizzy. She grew dizzier still when she breathed in his unique heady scent of man and sun and soil. His heat surrounded her.

  This was right. She knew it was.

  As for her principles…

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  Adamas wasn’t a stranger and now, neither was Damaon. Though they had been acquainted for less than a day, they were not merely names connected to handsome faces and hunkalicious bodies. She knew more than that. She knew about the important things. She knew a little bit of their souls.

  Adamas’ love and devotion toward his mate. She’d bet he had never been unfaithful to Damaon, which was something she couldn’t say for her latest ex. His willingness to die that Damaon might have a second chance at life. His trying to do what was right—look at how he’d given her a choice after the fiasco with the calling star—no matter that his decision might tear him apart. His sense of honor. And Damaon…

  Damaon smothered a curse against her lips and flung himself away from her. “I’m sorry,” he gasped, his breath ragged. He closed his eyes and drew one arm over them.

  “I never meant—I don’t—”

  His sense of honor. Damaon most likely knew of the bargain she’d made with Adamas and despite his obvious need for her, he wouldn’t allow his mate’s integrity to be impugned. Moreover, his remorse and guilt proved there was still some humanity underneath that brusque exterior, a humanity that struggled to overpower the numbing effects of the diamond’s hardening might.

  “Well, what do we have here?” Adamas drawled from the doorway. “I come to find my luncheon on the floor.”

  Raisa turned her head to look at him. “I’ve decided.” She trembled from the enormity of her decision. Once she spoke the words, there was no going back. Yet, a certain peace resonated within her.

  Adamas stilled into alertness and Damaon sounded as though he’d stopped breathing.

  “Yes?” Adamas asked in a quiet voice.

  She stared across the distance into his strange silver eyes that even now burned with a flicker of lust. “I’ve decided…to help you, both of you.”

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  Damaon’s fingers bit into the flesh of her arms, causing her to face him. He moved so fast and so silently she was dizzy. One minute he was feet away from her and the next, he was so near she could feel the heat emanating from his body. “Are you sure?”

  She aimed a bold smile up at him, desire already rising in her. “What are you waiting for?”

  Damaon’s mouth crashed down on hers and his weight pushed her to the floor. Though the warm rug protected her back, she discovered that nothing protected her from his rampaging lust. His mouth devoured her as though he’d been living in the desert for years and had suddenly found water. She met his pillaging tongue with a thrust of her own, tangling and dueling with his until she forced him back into his mouth, then making an exploratory foray of her own into his enticing wet warmth. He broke off the kiss—more of a struggle for supremacy—with a ragged laugh. His silver eyes glowed with hunger and anticipation, and he was breathing as though he’d just completed a race. For that matter, so did she, the rapid beating of her heart almost overwhelming her into a faint. “I need you so badly.”

  “Then take me.” She couldn’t believe she gushed, but she did and she wouldn’t have been surprised if the rug beneath her were damp with her juices.

  “No foreplay.” His body was so rigid, she could’ve cut paper from the sharp angles and the extreme control on his will made the veins on his neck stand out. “Just pure animal rutting.”

  The thought of a rough and violent tumble excited her. “I want you.”

  The words hardly left her mouth when the robes they were wearing disappeared and, with one swift surge, he buried his thick, rigid cock in her wet warmth. The universe seemed to hold still.

  He was a newly forged steel taken from the crucible of fire—beyond hard, beyond heat, beyond anything she imagined. He was so huge he threatened to tear her apart, but, oh, damn, how to describe how good he felt within her? How he stretched her to the point of pain that was just right? How satisfying, how… orgasmic. 45

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  “By the Goddess Ishaka, you’re so tight…” Damaon drew in a ragged breath, his silver eyes glittering. He said through gritted teeth, “So hot…so good… Ah…”He rocked a little, causing her gasp at the curl of pleasure that snaked through her body.

  “Damaon,” she said.

  “Goddess, how arousing that sounds,” he said, his voice thick. “Say it again.”

  “Damaon…” She moaned, because he’d moved his hips, an infinitesimal movement that brushed his body against her clit.

  “We’ll take it slow next time,” he promised, “but now, it’ll be hard and fast.”

  Sounds good.

  She barely curled her legs around him when he began to move, hard, frenzied strokes that rammed into her with unyielding strength. Each frantic thrust propelled her a notch higher toward release. He captured her mouth in a deep, punishing kiss, his tongue stabbing in to stroke the insides of her mouth in a rough caress. He tasted of sun and earth, heady and intoxicating. She responded with the same wild abandon, hungry for his taste. He overwhelmed her senses and surrounded her with his scent as he pounded into her sex-starved body.

  Yes! Oh God, yes!

  Never had a man felt so good, the muscles of his back bunching beneath her questing fingertips. She could only feel and hang onto him, her nails digging deep into his flesh, then scoring his back when white-hot pleasure slammed into her, bathing her in its blinding light.

  Damaon had hardly attained his release when Adamas took his place and her stillpulsing pussy clenched around his considerable width. Adamas’ clean scent enclosed her in their private space as he leaned over her, his breathing harsh and shallow as he eased into her. She couldn’t believe the eager way her pussy walls were closing around him, as though a hard cock hadn’t just pleasured her in the most thorough way. Adamas groaned. “You’re right, Damaon, she feels good, so good.” He pushed another inch inside.

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  A little cry escaped her lips. She wanted to echo his words, but in the end, she could only say, “Adamas.”

  He stilled and the delighted expression on his face was wiped away as he looked down at he
r. “You want me to stop? Is it too soon for you to take another cock?”

  She wanted to see him come, that was what she wanted. “No, I want you, I can take you.” She worked her muscles and her pussy clenched around him, dragging a moan from his lips. “I just wanted to say your name.” She asked, anxious, as a thought occurred to her, “Don’t you like it? I thought that since Damaon—”

  “I love it,” he assured her, his mouth swooping down to claim hers as he drove all the way into her.

  She arched into him in reaction, rubbing her breasts against his chest. Her nipples tightened further at the contact and all the breath left her body as big, warm hands cupped the white mounds of flesh and kneaded them. Fingers pinched and plucked her nipples, causing myriad sensations to shoot within her body. Her heart sped up in excitement and she sighed into Adamas’ mouth, loving the way her breasts and pussy were being loved at the same time.

  A woman could easily get used to this.

  She only realized it was Damaon at her breasts when his warm mouth closed over a turgid nipple and sucked it deep. The thought of two men making love to her simultaneously aroused her beyond imagination and she started to buck. Adamas’ reaction was to move faster. All coherent thoughts flew out of her head. There was only Adamas as he plunged into her, thrusting with hard, swift strokes as though his life depended on it. The squishing and slapping sounds of their union hurried the frenetic pace toward orgasm. Primed by Damaon’s fierce lovemaking, Raisa exploded, her body shattering around Adamas, gripping him in a clenching vise that pushed him toward his own ecstasy.

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  erect cock and set her off into a series of mini-orgasms. “You’re wonderful,” he rasped when he raised his head. “Absolutely magnificent.”

  Her legs slid to the rug, Raisa having lost the strength to keep them clasped about his waist, and her eyes remained closed. She couldn’t do anything more than made a sound that could be anything. She hadn’t felt anything like this before, so boneless she didn’t think she could stand again and so satisfied she could weep. Though he probably said the same thing to the other women who’d come before her, she felt a warm glow at his words. She hadn’t been sure she could take their size, much less two of them, but they’d been able to bring her to a level of pleasure she hadn’t attained before. She especially liked the multiple orgasms, as she hadn’t been entirely sure it wasn’t myth when she had read about them in the magazines. Damaon’s hand pushed her hair back from her face.

  Her eyes slit open in time to clash with the feral, hungry look in his. “And there’s more to come.”

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  Chapter Four

  “This time, we’ll take it slow,” Adamas interjected. His lips lifted in a slow smile that sent a surge of lust lancing through her. “Very slow.”

  “Let’s use a bed this time,” she started to say, when Damaon shook his head. “We won’t need it.”

  “Why not?” she asked, as Adamas withdrew from her. She had to force her pussy to stop from clenching around him to keep him inside of her. The sight of his creamcovered cock made her shriek. “Holy shit! You both came in me!” Her earlier question was pushed out of her mind as the consequences of their actions occupied her thoughts. Damaon’s silver eyes mocked her. “That was the intention, wasn’t it?”

  Adamas had a totally different reaction. He frowned at her, as though the whole thing was her fault.

  She couldn’t stifle the panic within her. This was so totally not in accordance with her plan. “Will I become pregnant?”

  “Ah.” Adamas’ brows cleared. “The answer is no.”

  “No?” Profoundly relieved, she sagged back against the rug and closed her eyes. She hadn’t known she was so tense. “I know I should take equal responsibility for this and I can’t believe I forgot about the condoms, but are you sure?”

  “You can only get pregnant if we bring an offering to Ishaka before we have sex.”

  The peculiar name made her look at them. “Ishaka?”

  Damaon answered, “The god of gems, whom we worship.”

  “So what you’re saying is that if you offer something to Ishaka and asked for a baby, he’ll grant you your wish. Otherwise, your sperm is rendered infertile.” She paused. “He?”

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  “She.”

  “Ah.” Of course. Fertility was the province of women. “Shouldn’t you call her a goddess then?”

  Adamas shook his head. “Ishaka is primarily male. It is only when fertility issues are raised that he becomes a she.”

  “A she-male?”

  Damaon grinned. “Legend has it that Isha and Aka were once two separate people, Isha being the god who oversaw the immortals in gem creation and management, while Aka is the goddess watching over the procreation needs of the immortals to ensure progeny who will eventually become the caretakers of the gems.”

  “However, one day, Isha and Aka fell in love.” Adamas took up the tale while Damaon helped her to sit up so that he could take up the place behind her. Good, she could lean back against him, the heat of his chest warming her as the rug hadn’t been able to do. She almost lost her breath at the sensation of his pulsing cock against the base of her spine. He was hard again. The astonishing thing was that she wanted him, too, and so soon after her multiple orgasms. “Their love was so great and deep that they vowed they would never be apart.”

  Damaon nuzzled her throat and licked her skin, his tongue rough and arousing. The gesture was so erotic she lost track of the story, her whole concentration shifting to whatever Damaon was doing to her body. Desire flowed through her in a sluggish, molten slide, ending in the fragrant cream between her thighs. His hands caressed her sensitive skin, making their way up from her belly to the underside of her breasts, stroking, lingering at her ribs until her nipples puckered from anticipation and the white globes became heavy with want.

  “Damaon…please…”

  “You aren’t listening to the story, shikima,” Damaon remonstrated. Her interest was caught by the unfamiliar word. “Shi…shi…”

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  “Listen.”

  Her raw moans punctuated Adamas’ voice as Damaon ended her torment and the heat of his hands covered her breasts. She sobbed at the exquisite feeling of her breasts being massaged and stroked, aroused beyond measure. Her head rolled back onto Damaon’s shoulder and she nipped his throat, lust dancing in her veins at the salty, earthy taste of him.

  A rough sound made her look up.

  Above her, hungry flames leaped in silver eyes as Adamas gazed at them, his voice trailing away into silence. A sharp pinch at her nipples had her arching her body, as though offering herself to the man before her. Adamas stared at her breasts with an intensity that took her breath away and she made a rough, yearning sound that broke his stupor, that made him lean down.

  Time was suspended…and speeded up again when a warm, wet tongue feathered her exposed nipples in light, ethereal touches. She curled her hands into his hair and tried to pull him closer, but he was like stone and wouldn’t budge. She whimpered.

  “Tell me what you want, shikima,” Adamas instructed hoarsely, his breath rippling over her skin. “Tell me.”

  Her hungry, throbbing pussy overrode all thoughts. “Fuck me,” she cried out. Low laughter emanated from two male throats, harsh and amused.

  “Later.” Damaon growled above her. “What else do you want, shikima? Adamas is here to fulfill your every wish.”

  Her nipples were so tight by now the ache was almost unbearable, not to mention the churning tension in her belly. She had to get some relief soon.

  “Suck me.”

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  “I thought you’d never ask,” Adamas muttered just
before his heated mouth enveloped her breast. The sensation was heaven, but she wasn’t aching there anymore. She allowed him a couple of pulls before she pushed him away.

  “Not there,” she said in a breathless voice. Her hands still clutching fistfuls of his hair, she tugged him down between her widened legs. “There. Eat me. Suck me. Do whatever you want, just make me come.”

  Dear God, the need—this awful, gut-twisting need that intertwined with her terrible hunger for them. But the men weren’t through torturing her. Though his nostrils flared with interest at the sight of her wet pussy, Adamas returned to her breasts and inflicted his slow, thorough strokes and she became mindless with the myriad shooting sensations crowding her system.

  What were they doing to her? Her body wasn’t her own anymore, but a slave to their whims, their every caress. Each glide of their hands, each swipe of their tongues, each exploratory pass of their mouths made her slide deeper and faster into a soundless void where none existed but Adamas and Damaon. They left no skin untouched, no flesh unexplored, no square inch unkissed. They claimed her, body and—most probably—soul.

  When Adamas finally slammed home into her pussy, she was already senseless with the most overwhelming urge to move. The overpowering need had built up in her with each sensual caress, each erotic stroke until she was a burning column of fire. She wanted release like a parched man in the desert hungered for water, she needed it the way she required air to live. A basic necessity to ensure her survival. She knocked Adamas onto his back and rode him, frenzied, jerky movements that cared only about servicing her desires and attaining her own pleasure. She gripped him tight by the shoulders, digging her nails into his flesh, as she rocked to the throbbing beat of a drum only she could hear. She sobbed and writhed to the tempo until the drum released her, when the waves of pleasure washed over her in crescendoing swells. 52