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lovers?” she asked, lifting her head from Brody’s shoulder.
    They both fell silent. Veris glanced at Brody.
    “Who said we were enemies?” Brody asked.
    “When you kissed me, we went back to fifth century Britain, Brody. I know that time. I’m an expert in it. I can speak the languages without having to kiss you and fall into some sort of spell to do it. I saw the building we were in and heard the language we were speaking. It was pure Irish, with local idioms for Britain of the time. Plus we spoke of Arthur. Arturos , in Celtic. King Arthur. You were an officer for Arthur and you were preparing for all-out war against the coming Saxons, after a period of settled peace. That has to be Camlann. Arthur’s death and the Saxon victory.” She looked at Veris. “Were you there?”
    He took a breath. And another. “Yes.” His gaze cut away from her.
    She lifted her head to look at Brody. “Were you?”
    Brody was frowning. “Yes, but not as a soldier. I was only thirteen when my father died at Camlann.”
    “Your father was a soldier?”
    “No.” Something in Brody’s eyes shuttered closed and Taylor knew she would get no more information from him about it.
    “You did not meet Veris at that time, then,” she concluded.
    “We met in Jerusalem, during the Crusades,” Veris said. “By then, the stench of being Saxon was less of a burden than that of being anything but a Christian.”
    Brody’s fingers were stroking her neck above the robe. She hated that she wanted to purr as he did it. “You’ve been together that long?” Even her voice was lower, thick with lust.
    “On and off,” Brody murmured. “Sometimes one of us will want to follow our own adventure and go off for a year or two.”
    “But he always comes back,” Veris ended. His hand lightly touched her ankle and began to stroke and her heart fluttered. She realized then that they were seducing her in slow degrees, trying not to alarm her, but intent on having her once more.
    Both of them.
    Her clit bloomed and throbbed at the thought. She left her head against Brody’s chest as his fingers continued to stroke the nape of her neck and ease her robe off her shoulder. She had only a few minutes left in which to make any sort of protest, or it would be too late.
    Then a cool voice spoke in her mind. Who was she fooling? She had already fucked Veris. In her mind, she had fucked Brody. Because of some technical hitch, possibly the roadies hauling on the wires keeping Brody in the air, they hadn’t physically consummated the act. But in her mind, she was guilty.
    So why was she being coy now? Because she had discovered that they were vampires? Veris had indicated that somehow, the act of fucking her put them in a position of obligation and that made it safer for her to be with them.
    So Taylor lifted her head again and deliberately kissed Brody, giving him as clear a signal as she could. She was delighted to hear his breath catch and his hand still. “ Mhuirnin ,” he murmured against her lips.
    Veris’ hands were on her robe, loosening the tie, parting the thick toweling fronts and peeling it from her as Brody turned her in his lap so her back was against his chest. He was a tall man—not as tall as Veris but even so, sitting on his lap, her head still barely lifted above his.
    Veris kissed her softly. He still wore his pants but she could see the top of his cock thrusting above the half-open fly. He was aroused and excited. He let her lips go and turned his head to kiss Brody with just as much gentleness.
    Then, showing no sign of effort, he picked Taylor up around the waist, flipped her over and laid her over the big padded arm of the chair so that her ass was up in the air and her head was in Brody’s lap. She saw Brody’s already stiff cock twitch and his hand slid into her hair.
    His hips gave a little helpless thrust up.
    Veris was behind her, caressing her cheeks, spreading them, making her feel wickedly exposed and vulnerable.
    She