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backward from one
hundred. He heard Essar doing the same through their mind link. Buried deep
inside Sam’s mate, unable to move, unwilling to release until they brought her
pleasure, was the best kind of torture and the worst kind of ecstasy.
    Little by little Achelle settled between them, her harsh
breathing slowed, her body stilled. With a sweet little sigh, she rested her
feet on Errol’s thick thighs and began to move.
    A roar blasted through the room.
    Achelle jerked in their arms. Her heartbeat skipped and
sped.
    Errol and Essar opened their eyes to see Sam fighting off
Shome and Redell to reach his mortal mate. Cannan, who stood apart, bared his
teeth and growled at all of them as if to say they were an embarrassment.
    Sam twisted his arm free of Redell’s grasp and slammed a
fist into the center of Shome’s face. Shome’s nose flattened as blood exploded
to spray Sam and Redell in the face.
    Choking on blood, Shome shouted, “Finish it! Now!”
    Achelle whimpered, a high, strangled sound.
    Errol felt Essar’s reluctant acceptance that they no longer
had the benefit of time. If they were going to couple with Achelle, they would
have to fuck her quickly and leave their mark before Sam broke free and
murdered them.
    With a dramatic sigh of regret that made Errol chuckle,
Essar began to thrust. Errol matched his pace, burying his nose in the female’s
soft, fragrant hair, ignoring the bloody fight taking place a few feet from the
bed but unable to disregard the tears that wet his lips when he kissed
Achelle’s neck.
    The female is crying.
    He grimaced and met the mirror of Essar’s blue-green eyes. A
million times they had imagined coupling with a mortal mate. Not once did they
imagine their loving being met with tears. Better she yelled and thrashed.
Better she fought and bit and bucked to throw them out of her.
    Errol released her arms and reached around to gently cup her
breasts and tease her nipples. Essar slid his hand down her soft little tummy
to caress her clit.
    Even with the threat of a hard-core beat-down by their
eldest brother, they could not take pleasure from a female without giving in
return.
    Slowly but surely her breathing changed once more and she
began to move with them, gripping their cocks in her tight little sheath,
angling her body so that she could take more of them into her. Her tears dried
to leave her eyes clouded with passion instead of fear.
    The thrill of satisfaction the twins felt at not only taming
their brother’s mate but winning her acceptance with Sam in the room pushed
them over the edge. They came together, as they did all things, spurting off
inside Achelle, bonding to her as minor mates.
    Still inside her, Essar laid his mark over her heart while
Errol slid out from under her to do the same. She growled and tried to pull
away as they sank their teeth into her tender flesh. When they finished laying
their marks, this time instead of inflaming her anger, the bites inflamed her
passion.
    She groaned and arched off the bed, thrusting her breasts
against Errol’s chest, running her hand down the muscled expanse of Essar’s
chest.
    The twins regretfully pulled back, knowing this was the last
time they would couple with Achelle. They had done their duty, bonding her to
them through sex and mark. They would serve as her protectors ever more but her
lovers never again.
    Orgasm quickly fading, the coupling drive began to overtake
the female. Essar and Errol left the bed with big smiles on their identical
faces, making room for Shome who was next.
     
    Shome waited until Faolan took his place helping to hold
back Sam before he joined Achelle on the bed. As soon as his knees hit the
mattress she rolled to her knees, mirroring his stance. Sam’s presence seemed
to calm her instead of upset her now but her eyes remained glazed over by the
coupling drive that made her act on instinct instead of reason or emotion.
    Hips undulating, she looked from Sam to Shome’s bloodied
face and