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whole body
jerked, his cock stiffening painfully. When the oracle let it go
with a pop, he smiled up at Tyron, a playful glint to his
eye.
    “ Kannomites are large
males. Most shifters are small, slender, like you. We are warriors,
bred to tower over other shifters, our bodies honed as weapons. We
tend to be rough on our lovers, who’re expected to take us on
together. Given our size and power, three males taking on a mate
can be an overwhelming experience. Everything on our bodies is
bigger, everything .”
    Khal snorted. “Size isn’t
everything.”
    Tyron stepped in another half-step,
pressing his rock hard cock against Khal’s lower belly. Khal’s eyes
grew larger and his lips opened wider.
    “ Don’t worry. We know how
to pleasure our males. And then some.”
    “ Your males? You don’t
want a shifter in female form?”
    Tyron frowned. “We want no false
faces, only the one you were born with, Khal.”
    “ I’ve never …” Khal
swallowed with difficulty. He placed his palms on Tyron’s chest and
his demeanor changed slightly. He gave a feeble push. “I thought
you said I didn’t have to pay for my rescue?”
    “ You’ve never what,
Khal?”
    Khal’s gaze darted around. “I was
always in female form in the whorehouse. I’ve never been taken as a
male.”
    Tyron shuddered, need escalating to a
level he couldn’t control. Khal had never been taken as a male.
Another thing they’d share with him that would be theirs alone. But
he needed to calm himself. He could see apprehension in Khal’s
gaze. Tyron let out a shuddered breath and stepped back, trying to
control the fevered need flowing through his veins. “Of course. I
only answered your questions to make sure we understood one
another.”
    Khal nodded slightly. “You want
me.”
    “ I do.”
    “ But only if I want you,
as well,” Khal asked.
    “ Only if you want me as
well. I will never force you to do anything you don’t want to do,
Khal. Trust me on that. And I want you to trust me. So, I won’t
touch you again until you ask me to,” Tyron answered.
    “ And if I never ask you
to?”
    Tyron hoped it wouldn’t come to that.
“Your body is your own. As I said. If I’m not meant to touch you
again, then I’ll be disappointed, but I’ll survive. Considering the
experience you just endured, I will give you the time and space you
need.”
    Khal relaxed slightly at those words.
“I appreciate your courtesy.”
    Tyron turned to leave. “Rest up,
little one, we head to the base and our rebel leader. My cousin
will want to talk to you soon after we arrive, I’m
sure.”
    “ Thank y—” Before Khal
could finish the words, he groaned, pain in the tone.
    Tyron spun to see what was wrong and
saw Khal dropping to the floor. He reached out and drew the male
into his embrace. Khal grasped Tyron’s arms forcefully and held on
tight. When Khal opened his eyes, they were filled with white
light.
    Khal’s legs seemed to go out from
under him, the words pouring from his lips as if he didn’t even
know he spoke them. They were toneless, unmeasured. Tyron held the
male aloft, trying to take in all he heard. “The memory thief is
held against his will, the Xakarrians are guarding him close. He is
a shifter, one of our own. You’ll need to save him if you want to
win this war.”
    “ The king …”
    Tyron tensed. This could be exactly
what they needed. “Yes? The king?”
    “ The king holds the
key.”
    Tyron frowned, more confused than
ever. “What does that mean? Holds what key? To us winning the war?
What?”
    Khal slumped, his forehead hitting
Tyron’s chest. When he lifted his head a few moments later, the
white light was gone and Khal’s brilliant blue eyes were looking up
at him.
    “ What was that? Is that
how you normally get your visions?”
    Khal shook his head. “No, it’s not. My
powers have been wonky here lately, after Kazru smashed my
mirror.”
    “ Your mirror?”
    “ I would gaze into it and
see the visions there.