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they held her between them and took her hard and fast.  Chance’s hands on her hips were gripping her so hard that she knew she would have bruises, but she’d wear the marks with pride.  Jes’ hands slipped from her face, down her shoulders, and to her upper arms, his fingers digging into her flesh.
    Pleasure bloomed inside her as they thrust into her in tandem, first Jes and then Chance, in a punishing rhythm that made stars wink behind her eyes and her heart pound in her chest.  Heat coiled inside her as her fingertips and gums ached and her back began to burn.
    Her body locked up in a spiral of pleasure, ripping a scream of pure ecstasy from her throat as pain surged through her gums and fingers and her back felt as though it was being sliced apart by knives.  Chance roared as he came, and she felt fangs dig into her neck as he orgasmed deep inside her ass, and Jes shouted her name as his cock spasmed in her pussy, and pain scorched across her arms.
    Blinding pain made her scream and something hard slid from her back and her fingers and gums suddenly weren’t aching anymore.  Chance eased out of her body and helped her to lay forward on Jes.  Although she felt strange, she felt better than she had since the pain had started several hours earlier.
    Chance used a warm, wet cloth to clean the lubricant from both of their bodies and she sat up slowly.  A strange weight settled against her back, and she looked over her shoulder and saw a pair of white-feathered wings.  She reached her hand up to touch one and saw that black claws now tipped her fingers.
    “What the hell?” she asked, inspecting her claws as she climbed off Jes and sat next to him.  She clicked her claws together a few times before reaching for one wing.  They spread out behind her like white shields, the tops soaring over her head and the bottom feathers resting against the bed.  With a flex of her shoulders, the wings spread further apart.  They almost felt like a second pair of arms.
    Chance returned from the bathroom and settled on the bed next to Jes.  Both of them looked curious and relaxed.
    “I’ve got wings,” she said.
    Jes chuckled.  “And fangs and claws, little bird.”
    Stretching her arms forward, she noticed claw marks on her biceps and remembered the pain at her neck as well.  Reaching up, she touched the tender skin of her neck and found fang marks.
    “You guys marked me?” she asked.
    “You’re our mate,” Chance said.  “Are you upset that we did that?”
    “No.”  She looked at both men.  Jes was beautiful, with olive skin and a head of black curls that brushed his shoulders.  His green eyes were filled with concern, and it warmed her that he cared about her already.  Chance was golden all over.  Muscles kissed by the sun and long golden hair.  His blue eyes were bright like a summer sky.  She could tell that he cared about her already, too, and she couldn’t really explain it either, but she cared about them.
     
     
     

 
     
     
     
    Chapter 7
     
     
    Jes had never seen anyone quite as beautiful as Danika.  Her white-feathered wings were spread out on either side of her, and coupled with her long, blonde hair and gorgeous features, she looked like an angel.
    Curling her fingers and inspecting the delicate, black claws that sprouted from the tips, she licked her lips and made a snarling sound, which ruined the angelic effect but was endearing nonetheless.  “Am I going to do this every time I come?”
    Jes hid his smile behind his hand as he feigned a cough.  It would certainly be a “tell” if she only could sprout wings when she climaxed.
    Chance, lounging next to him, said, “I doubt it, baby.  You can control your abilities.  You just need practice.”
    She arched a brow.  Kneeling between them, she peeked over her shoulder and then reached back to touch one of her wings again.  With a little effort, she flexed the wing forward so she could see it better.  “Do you think I can