Upon the Threshold
ever felt anything like this before, and I feel it for you and Lukkis. I don’t understand what’s happening, but I feel so drawn to you both. I feel as if I finally belong when I’m between you, and that’s the dumbest thing to say after the amazing kiss you just gave me.” He had made her come with just a kiss, and she was talking about his best friend too. She had seriously lost her ever-loving mind.
    “It’s the mating call,” Lukkis said from behind her. “You’re responding to the pheromones we release when looking for our mate. We, unlike your people, mate in triads. Two males to one female or one male to two females. Occasionally there are foursomes, but they are a little more rare.”
    “But I’m human.” She was confused. A mating call? And gods, she wanted Lukkis to touch her. Leaning back slightly, she sighed when he was suddenly touching her. She closed her eyes; her mouth was slightly open. “How could I respond to something when I’m not of your race?” she asked even as she once more began to undulate on Kraven’s lap, her need making her want more. It was as if this need were a living, breathing thing inside of her.
    “Race doesn’t matter,” Lukkis said, leaning into her and biting her earlobe lightly. “The call can bring any races together, though some just are not compatible so it would never happen. It is the universe’s way of ensuring the continuation of the species. All that matters is if you want to be a part of it. But there is much we should explain before you decide.”
    Kraven held her hips, helping her to ride the ridge of his cock so it rubbed over her clit.
    She nodded and moaned. “I only have one question.” Her need was riding her hard. “Would you turn me away? If I chose to try to have a relationship with the two of you and came to see you, would you turn me away?”
    “We turned you away in the beginning because of what we are.” That was from Kraven. “Our dominant nature will not allow us to let you go once you have surrendered to us. Now that you have, we would gladly hold you close and for the rest of our days in this universe, however many they might be.”
    “Then tell me what I need to hear.” Eli leaned into Kraven again, feeling Lukkis closing the space between them. “Tell me what you have to tell me and then don’t let me go.” Okay, she was asking for a lot, a heck of a lot, but one thing she had to trust in was her gut, and it was screaming at her not to let them go. “Never let me go,” she all but begged.
    “Come again,” Kraven told her, staring into her eyes. He slipped a hand into her pants and pressed a finger to her clit, giving her even more friction. “Come again and then we will talk. There is much to discuss and for you to understand, and you will need to be relaxed for this conversation.”
    Eli nodded and watched him watching her. She rode his fingers a little faster, took it to the edge, and when Lukkis’s hands cupped her breasts and squeezed, she gave a low, keening moan, a gasp of breath, and then she bit her lower lip as it quivered with her release. She whimpered, literally, with their touches. “Perfect.” She moaned as she all but collapsed against Kraven, her lips brushing the side of his neck, her teeth lightly nibbling as she did so.
    Lukkis’s hands rubbed her back gently, easing her down from her orgasm. “You should go and use the facilities, Elisabeth. Freshen up a little, and then we will talk when you are back. When you can move, that is.”
    “I should be able to now,” she said after a few minutes of enjoying being held. “I should go and freshen up.” All she wanted to do was strip naked and be with them both. She was such a goner. When it came to these men, she wanted more. She felt the whispers of dark pleasure beckoning with them and wanted it, wanted everything that they had to give and more.
    Ten minutes later, Elisabeth walked out of the bathing room, her face washed and cleaned up as much

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