she saw he was conscious of her amid the bloodlust, his attention on her aroused face, her every moan. Evan sat back on his heels, watching them, monitoring, but she could tell he was aroused, hungry, and she wanted him with them.
“Niall,” she gasped it. “Turn. Let me . . . so Evan can be with us. Please.”
With a growl, he rolled to his back, bringing her on top as he continued to thrust hard into her. Evan gripped her hips, then pulled the skirt over her head, divesting her of the rest of her clothes. The other advantage to being a third mark—between that and the sexual heat the three of them were generating, the chill Scottish night had no claim on her flesh. Unlike her Masters.
Evan shed his own clothes, then knelt behind her. He cupped her jaw, bringing her head back to meet his demanding kiss as Niall’s fangs found her throat again, tongue swirling over her flesh as he released the second mark. Paradise became the promise of Heaven.
You’re ours, lass.
Joy speared through her, hearing Niall speak directly in her mind for the first time. And he couldn’t have chosen more appropriate first words. She would cherish the memory of it as long as life was given to her.
Ours forever.
And of course, Evan would add to it, making it perfect, a closed circle. They not only gave her the words, they branded them on her heart and soul, like another kind of third mark.
Yes. She swept her glance over them both, then laid her head on Evan’s shoulder, looking up at him. “Ani le odi ve dodi li . . . ”
Evan’s eyes became unexpectedly moist as he translated for her, the words a Jewish bride might offer her groom. “I am my beloved’s . . . ”
“And my beloved is mine,” she finished in English. She put the challenge in her voice, and both her males responded to it, with lust and pleasure flickering dangerously in their eyes. “But I like the other way of saying it, too. ‘I am for my beloved—for both of my beloveds’ . . . ”
“Precious metuka,” Evan murmured, bringing his mouth down on hers once more. Niall’s hands closed over her hips, and he thrust upward, his cock impaling her deep, so she moaned against Evan’s mouth. He growled approvingly against her lips, his grip dropping to her breasts, kneading the curves and teasing the nipples, making her writhe against his hold in a way that only increased Niall’s strokes. When Evan released her mouth, she saw Niall’s eyes had gone fully red, but she could see her bear in his rapturous gaze. He was caught up in it, the savagery and euphoria both. She knew how he felt.
Proving it, she gripped him hard with her internal muscles, rose and fell, asserting her own desires in a way she knew would provoke him further, particularly when she let her hands fall onto his chest and dug her nails into the dragon tattoo, his flesh.
Evan took over then, a hand to the back of her neck to press her down onto Niall’s chest, adjusting her forward so he could slide a lubricated cock into her backside, both of them penetrating her as deep as they could reach, and their reach was considerable. She groaned with the effort of taking them both, and felt their male satisfaction crash over her. The hot wave of testosterone that rippled over her whole body was a precursor of the climax to come. But as intense as that was, nothing could match the next moment as Niall overlapped Evan’s hand on the back of her neck and bit her throat once more.
It burned some, because he should have waited longer between marks, but she thought Evan’s perhaps meliorated that effect. It was no worse than the heat of a brand, leaving a searing pleasure behind, the emotional impact of being fully claimed by her second Master. Alanna gasped, rocking in their grip as the serum coursed through her blood, intertwining with Evan’s claim upon her, weaving a bond around her soul, holding her to them. She rejoiced in it.
She was overwhelmed emotionally, but they were also driving her past her physical limits now, taking her higher and higher. That primal need took over everything. Like an animal who knew by instinct what she most needed, she smelled the blood coursing through Niall’s throat and didn’t hold back, biting down hard to break the skin and