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him and his perception of everything around him as well. Without thought he bent and engaged her in a full-body kiss, rubbing her nipples with his chest and her pussy lips with his cock.
    She moved her arms, grasping his shoulders, and her knees rose to cup his hips. Still doing a slow glide along her wet pussy, he reached down and spread her lips, allowing his cock to kiss the opening of her channel. With one long, slow thrust he was seated, his hips flush to hers, his balls hard against her buttocks. She was wet, so wet that he could drown in her. She was tight, so tight that he felt sure he would never pull free of her. But he did, again and again as he rode between her thighs with a fiery intensity that set them both ablaze with the beginnings of orgasm.
    Harder. Harder. Faster. Faster. He couldn’t stop, couldn’t fight the need to take, to claim, to mark. He bent to her shoulder, his hips pistoning , and sucked at the tender skin where her neck connected, branding her with his teeth and tongue. She cried loudly and bucked, driving him further than ever before. He was so deep that it felt as if her very womb was sucking his shaft, eager for the fluid it held. With a harsh cry he came, his seed spurting from him to her in hot bursts.
    She clung to him, her body trembling in the aftermath of what they had shared. And he held her tightly against his chest, rolling so that she rested atop him. He knew Sorran knelt beside them, knew that he ran his hands up and down her spine. It was a moment that they all needed to share, a linking of more than bodies—of minds and souls and yes, even hearts.
    “You will mate with us?” Drew murmured against the top of her head, breathing in the scent of her and them, of sex and passion. “You will wear the mark of the Xandova on your belly for all to see?”
    Alea lifted her head and moved her hands so that they rested on his chest before tucking her chin atop her clasped fingers and looking him straight in the eye. “Yes, I will wear your mark. Yes I will be your mate. I’d like to ask one thing of you in return.”
    “Anything, Alea .” It was Sorran who breathed the words from behind her, his hands stroking her so softly that if she were a cat she would be purring.
    “I’d like you both to wear my mark as well,” she stated.
    “What is your mark?” Drew asked calmly, as if it were nothing for a woman to ask such a thing of a warrior.
    She reached down and tugged at the sleeve that still rested on her arm from elbow to wrist and slowly removed it. Underneath, in the middle of her forearm was a silver band that encircled her arm and when Drew lifted her arm and looked closer he was able to see that they appeared to be tiny feathers interlocking.
    “Where did you get such a mark? How?” Drew asked her, moving her arm so that Sorran could take a closer look.
    “Vulcan. He gave it to me by placing his beak on my flesh,” she told them. “I’d like you to share it as well.”
    “If Vulcan wishes to mark us as well,” Sorran whispered, “then we would be honored to wear it.” He gently placed his lips against her mark and traced it with his tongue.
    “He wishes it,” she assured them and it didn’t surprise her when they just nodded and accepted her words. They didn’t ask her how she knew such a thing or scoff at her. Perhaps it was because of their relationship with Caspian. Perhaps, she hoped, it was because of the blooming of love between them.
    “We will do a ceremony of our own,” Drew stated, “right here. We will place our brand on you and then Vulcan will place his on us. Then we will all be united as we should be and none shall ever doubt the bond we share.”
    Alea nodded and tucked her head down against his chest. She was very tired and her body was already floating toward sleep. She felt Drew shift until they were on their sides and then Sorran was snug against her back. The last thing she felt was both of their hands stroking soothingly over her