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  "Darius?" She took his hand and pressed it to her chest. "Darius, talk to me."

  "Are you an angel or a demon?" His eyes were glazed over, a hint of alcohol on his breath.

  "You're not dreaming." She ran her hands over his roughened jawline, closing her eyes briefly. Since she left, all she'd thought about was touching him again. She whispered, "I left because I'm different from you, not because I don't love you."

  "You can't love someone after a few days, Freya."

  She could sense his chemical signature, a mix of lust, desire, but also unique elements associated with only one thing—love. Why would fate bring them both together? So ill-fitted, but undoubtedly linked soul deep.

  "Do you feel anything for me?"

  "It doesn't matter. You're with Gideon now. I'm not going to fight for you if you've made a conscious choice. Speaking of Gideon. What the fuck is going on here?"

  Shit. Not only did she have to deal with their differences, revealing she was a shifter, but now had to convince him that a ménage relationship was not a negative thing. She had her work cut out for her.

  "He's a lion shifter. Haven't you ever thought that just maybe all the Hollywood movies had at least some basis in reality? Is it so far fetched for a creature that can shift forms to live amongst you?"

  "You've got to be kidding me."

  "How would you explain what you saw, Darius?"

  He shrugged and shook his head slightly. "A trick. I'm drunk, it could have been anything."

  She bit her lower lip to fend off her rising nerves. In one minute she'd shift into her white wolf and pray for the best. "No tricks. Do you like dogs? 'Cause if you do, you'll love me." Freya closed her eyes and began to shift. All she could think about was Darius' acceptance. Yes, she had two loyal mates, but needed him too.

  Once fully in her wolf skin, she sighed inwardly, reveling in the feel of her beast. When she opened her eyes, fearing the worst, she came face to face with him. He'd knelt down, no fear registering, only curiosity glinting in his eyes. "You're beautiful," he whispered as he ran his hands through her soft, thick coat. Her heart skipped a beat knowing her wolf didn't repulse him. If he couldn’t accept her for who she was, it would never work between them—it still probably wouldn't because they were too different. One day she'd forget he was human and hurt him, or her shifter mates may tire of babysitting a weaker male in times of trouble. A true mate should be able to protect their woman, but Freya didn't care, she just wanted to keep Darius.

  When she shifted back, now wearing nothing but a scrap of her clothing, he helped her to her feet.

  "Do you believe me now?"

  "I guess I do." He smiled. "You know I've suspected something like this, but never entertained the idea. Guess I should have. Things can get pretty freaky at Club Frenzy after hours." Darius ran a hand through her hair. "Your eyes are still the same. Beautiful wolf eyes."

  She leaned forward and they joined lips, beginning a slow, sensual exploration. It was all in the open now and hadn't been nearly as painful as she'd expected. Now she just had to get Darius and her mates to agree to share her—forever.

  "Please love me," she murmured against his lips.

  "You know I do." His voice was rich and deep, the sound cascading through her body like foreplay. He reached around and cupped her ass, squeezing her fleshy mounds. There was nothing between her sensitive pussy and his rough blue jeans. The friction had her pulse racing. Another set of hands snaked around her from behind, covering her breasts. She jolted out of her lust and scanned the room. Freya hadn't even heard her mates enter, she'd been so enraptured by Darius' kiss. They also allowed Carna to enter, but not her mate. She was naked and feeling out of sorts with her sister now in the room.

  "Thought you'd killed him," said Vincent with humor in his voice.

  "So you know now. Everything make sense now?" asked Gideon, unsuccessfully holding back a chuckle.

  Darius nodded, still appearing slightly dazed from the information overload.

  Carna pressed in, pushing all the males aside. "I'm not staying; trust me I want out of here as fast as I can." The room was ripe with lust. "Are you sure you love the human? Are you sure he's your true mate?"

  She had no doubt. "Yes."

  "Well, he does look like a keeper." She grinned. "So there are some things you should become familiar with." Her sister winked and continued on a whisper, "You know we have special abilities due to our royal blood. There's one secret nobody knows but us."

  "What?"

  "Royal blood can create new shifters. Bite each other and you'll find out. Just be sure it's what you both want first. There's no going back after the love bite." Carna kissed her cheek and made her way to the door. "Make sure these animals bring you by to visit," she called out teasingly before slamming the door shut.

  She kept the newfound information within her where she could absorb the enormity of it. If she could change Darius into a shifter like the rest of them, he'd be an equal—strong, unbreakable, and hers forever.

  "You look cold," said Gideon. All three men moved in on her once the door closed. "How about we warm you up, pretty little wolf?"

  Heat already bloomed in her core, lighting up her extremities. Her lion and cougar looked absolutely savage, sexual hunger burning in their eyes. She wasn't immune to their desire. It pulled her in, making all her insecurities, worries, and doubts fizzle away. All that remained was need.

  They hadn't asked Darius to leave even though he wasn't yet her mate. And Darius hadn't show signs of revulsion to the idea of sharing her…yet. Vincent stripped off his shirt, offering his perfectly chiseled body for her pleasure. She loved every inch of him, from his lean muscled frame, to his armband tats, to his unkempt dirty-blonde hair. When he approached, she eagerly wrapped her arms around his neck and sought his mouth. Her bare flesh pressed against his sizzled, making her pussy pulse, strong and demanding.

  "She smells ripe, Vincent," said Gideon.

  "That she does." He nipped his way down her neck and across her shoulder. Pleasure bordering on pain, and the promise of the intense, feral sex she craved.

  "Do we let the human play?"

  "The human is standing right here." Darius plucked off his own shirt. He was gloriously bronzed and wickedly tempting for a non-shifter. The faint scent of cigarillos and alcohol clung to him, increasing her arousal. She'd do anything to ensure he joined in with them tonight, even if she had to drop down to her knees and suck his cock in front of her mates.

  "He gets to play," said Carna. She reached for Darius' hand and placed it on her breast. Gideon's golden eyes traced the movement. She half expected him to snap the human's wrist in two for daring to touch her, but his guarded stance softened and he began unbuckling his pants instead.

  Once shirtless with his zipper down, Gideon ordered her to her knees. She knew his alpha lion would demand to dominate with a new male in the room, and she reveled in every minute of it. The floor was cool on her knees, but only an afterthought. She pulled the flaps of his pants wider and freed his cock from his boxers. Up close, he was massive—long, thick, and virile. She imagined that heavy cock being rammed into her achy pussy, but her needs would have to wait a little while longer.

  "Go on, Freya. I want to feel you sucking me. Suck me while your human watches."

  She opened her mouth as wide as she could and sucked on the bulbous tip. Her womb continually spasmed, coiling tight with her increasing desperation to be fucked. She could hear Darius in the background, insisting the human wasn't the only other man in the room. Gideon's cock was hot and pulsed each time she suckled it. She lost herself in the act, grabbing the base in a loose fist, pumping and sucking, licking and teasing. Before long, he pushed her shoulders back, releasing her suction. "No more. You'll have me coming in no time with a mouth like that."

  He hoisted her to her feet as if she weighed mere pounds. His mouth on hers was demanding and probed deep. As they backed up, she hit a wall of hard male flesh, an aroused di
ck prodding her back to match the one to her front. Her desires grew sinfully high and she couldn't help it when her fangs lengthened. She didn't want to startle Darius too much. He'd already been taking all the revelations so well.

  "Bite me, Freya," Gideon growled. She didn't hesitate, but lashed forward in a vicious, yet erotic attack. Her teeth sinking into his thick muscles was heavenly, transporting her to a new realm. She didn't care what they did to her at this point, she needed so much more.

  Chapter Nine

  Vincent's hard-on grew painful as he watched Freya's beautiful white-blonde head bobbing back and forth over Gideon's cock. He wanted to feel her lips wrapped around him, but knew what was to come. Soon he'd be sharing her body with the lion, both balls deep into her impossibly tight body.

  He held a tube of lube from the dresser drawer, but Freya snatched it from him. "Darius. Sit." He obeyed, his potent lust impossible to disguise. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she demanded he lose his pants as well. Again, he complied until naked, his cock jutting out from between his legs. "You're both going to watch this," she said in an assertive tone. "You have to learn that Darius is my mate, too, and that sharing is good." She coated the human's dick with a healthy layer of lubricant. He leaned back on his elbows, his eyes half mast.

  "Freya," Gideon warned. "He hasn't even marked you!"

  "He's about to." She turned her back to Darius and lowered her ass onto his erection. The man groaned loud and strangled as she impaled her tight little ass over his rigid cock.

  Vincent couldn't help himself any longer. He lost his pants and began to pump his shaft. Freya watched him as she slowly rose and fell over Darius' lap. Her eyes were lust drunk and she followed his movements. Thanks to her, he could scent her array of emotions, including the unmistakable white-hot need. "You feel good in my ass, Darius. Now bite me before I invite one of my mates to join us."

  Even though human, at least if they marked each other it would be a binding relationship. Sharing her with the other man wouldn't feel right until he'd taken the blood oath. They'd have to deal with the human issue, but Darius was already a good friend to Vincent and Gideon, so they'd work it out. Besides, Freya wanted him, and Vincent would never deny her anything.

  ****

  "I'm not biting you." Darius said it as if it were a bad thing.

  "The only way for us to be together is for you to join us, to become a shifter. To do that, you need to bite me." Although she said the words in a clinical voice, her blood had turned icy cold, terrified he'd refuse. If he did, she'd lose him.

  "I'll hurt you."

  She shook her head in rapid denial. There was nothing she craved more than Darius' bite. It would be more painful without fangs to break the skin, but she'd gladly suffer through it. He sat straighter, his chest to her back. She continued to wiggle and grind over his cock, loving the fullness in her ass. Gideon and Vincent were watching her intently. Gods, she loved her two alpha shifters, such power and aggression at her command.

  "Fucking bite her, Darius. Don't be a pussy." Her poor kitty cat. He was all pent up, patiently waiting his turn to make love to her. She couldn't wait to feel his massive cock wedged into her pussy, filling her to the brink. Tonight she'd take all three men, binding their ménage for good.

  Darius finally chose the thickest area of muscle on her neck and bit down, only to release her. "I can't do it," he said. She could sense his apprehension.

  "Are you scared of changing?" she asked.

  "No, I'm scared of hurting you."

  She pulled off his cock and turned to straddle his lap. "I'll go first, then." Freya kissed his delectable lips, once, twice, then went for his neck. She sunk her teeth in deep, ensuring that any bite would change him as Carna explained. He grunted in discomfort, but that pain soon changed into pleasure. She knew exactly what he felt, it was pure bliss. His hands began to roam over her back, her ass. She pulled free of his neck and used a hand to the back of his head to lead him to hers. He licked her pulse point, inhaling deep.

  "Mark her, Darius!" Vincent demanded. He must be close to reaching his peak, too. She couldn't wait to invite her mates to join them.

  This time her human lover took the plunge and bit the base of her neck. It hurt like a mother fucker, but she held back from screaming or he'd stop. As soon as his blunt teeth punctured her skin, and her sticky blood seeped out, his body went rigid. He suckled her wound, drinking in her royal blood. What if Carna was wrong? She prayed to the gods that he'd change into a shifter now that the love bites were complete.

  As soon as Darius came up for air, a smear of blood at the side of his mouth, Freya was whisked off his lap by her lion. He kissed her as he carried her to the thread-bare loveseat. "You're a little temptress, princess. But you're mine now." He sat on the cushion and pulled her atop him as she'd been with Darius minutes earlier. Her back to his front, he gripped her hips and guided her onto his huge cock. When she'd pumped his shaft while on her knees, her fingers failed to meet around his girth he was so well endowed. She tensed as he swirled the wide, firm head of his cock at her anus. Already thoroughly lubed and primed, he eased her down, down, down until she was so full of cock, she thought she'd gag. He moved slow, giving her time to stretch and adjust to being filled up the ass again.

  She looked back to where they'd left Darius. His skin had broken out in a sheen of sweat, his chest rising and falling in rapid waves. As much as she wanted to rush over and nurse him, ensure he was okay with the change, she also didn't want to leave her perch on Gideon's lap. "Darius," she called.

  When he lifted his eyes to look in her direction, they were no longer near-black in color, but the same as hers, a greenish-yellow. Wolf eyes. Her empty pussy throbbed as realization took root. Her darkly masculine human, was now a wolf shifter. The light eyes against his golden skin and dark hair were truly beautiful. He rose to his feet, seemingly taller, more solid. Every step was now with the grace of a predator, but the feral need in his eyes, combined with the rigidity of his bobbing cock, showed his determination to claim her body.

  Oh gods, this is going to be a wild ride.

  "You've gotten your wish, my little mate," Gideon cooed in her ear. "But I think you've created a monster that won't be easily sated."

  "A new shifter," Vincent said reflectively. "You're going to be sore tomorrow, sweetheart."

  "Just put it in me, Darius! I'm achy all over."

  The wolf leaned over her, guiding Gideon against the sofa cushions. The lion's cock in her ass shifted as she lay back, hitting every sweet spot inside her. "I've never felt so alive. I can hear everything, see details I've never seen before, and feel your body calling to me. I've never been so fucking horny." Darius licked his tongue over his new, glistening fangs. She wanted them in her as much as his cock.

  "Give it to me then!" Her patience grew thin. She wanted it hard and fast and soon.

  He bent up one knee on the sofa, and both men shifted her into alignment. Darius grabbed the root of his cock in a rough hold and drove it into her wet heat. He forged his way along Gideon's cock, only a thin membrane separating them. She squealed, raking her claws over Darius' shoulders to the point of drawing blood. It didn't matter. He was no longer a soft-skinned human. He'd be able to take her at her worst—wolf for wolf. As soon as he was buried to the hilt, her body exploded, milking both men in deep, contracting waves. She held onto her sanity by a thread, but it wasn't over…

  A new burning heat built in her core as the two men pumped in and out of her body like a finely tuned engine. The delicious friction was building something epic, she could feel it—heat coursing its way from every cell in her body, straight to her pussy.

  "Vincent," she murmured, barely able to speak from the onslaught of sensation. She needed her cougar too, each man was a piece to her heart and it was finally complete. He came into view beside Darius, wall to wall muscle around her. She reached for his cock, gently tugging him closer by his length. "Give me," she panted. He leaned over, just so, b
racing his strong arms on the back of the sofa and wall as he offered her his erection. She eagerly lapped at the moisture beading at the tip, the salty tartness an aphrodisiac in her heightened arousal.

  "Oh, shit, your mouth feels like heaven, Freya." He thrust his hips, his cock reaching down her throat to the point of gagging, but she took as many inches as she dared, while sucking him hard, expelling her energy on his mushroom head.

  Each man was grunting, growling, or claiming she was theirs in gruff, masculine voices. The erotic chorus was music to her ears. She savored being the center of attention to these men.

  They all neared their peak at once. It was the combination of Vincent grabbing her hair in a tight fist, Gideon sinking his fangs into the back of her neck, and Darius whispering he loved her into her ear as he came—that brought her next orgasm to a precipice.

  "Oh gods!" she called out, thrashing her head from side to side as the men filled her every orifice with their seed. It was done, she was theirs and they were hers. Always.

  ****

  "You know you sealed your mating in the same room I did," said Carna as they sat on the ledge of the high rise condominium. The sun had long since set and they'd be heading in to join their mates before long.

  "That's gross."

  "No it's not. It was just meant to be for both of us."

  Freya reflected on the past couple weeks of being a newly mated woman. She regretted nothing. The only sadness left in her heart was the loss of her third sister. "What about Delia?"

  "Delia's a big girl. I have no doubt she's surviving just fine." Carna looked down on the darkened city, thousands of lights illuminated the skyline as far as the eye could see.

  "Surviving isn't living. I want her to have what we have, but she may be too stubborn to see an opportunity. I almost did the same."