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other, moving his head from side to side to lave her breasts. His beard scratched gently against her skin and she whimpered with the painful pleasure.
    Oh, how could she bear this? Both men lavishing their hands, their mouths, all over her body. She could barely remain standing and wished for the hovering powers of her wings to keep her from falling to the ground.
    Garick moved away, toward the long chaise near the hearth. She shivered at the loss of his body heat, until Roarke swept his arms around her and turned her to face him. He bent down and pressed his lips softly against hers. She shuddered at the invasion of his tongue, so gentle, so warm, coaxing the juices from her pussy with his erotic play.
    His kiss was long and powerful, evoking a magical joining that she had just now begun to feel. Like a blissful invasion of her mind, she opened up to Roarke, allowing him to penetrate her telepathically. The doorway was open, he need only complete the consummation to enter fully.

    His thoughts entered her mind. Relax, faerie. I will cherish you tonight, and thereafter protect you with my life. But Garick will give you his heart. He is your one, true destiny. Give him time to realize this.
    She could only wish that Roarke’s words were true.
    When he released her mouth, he turned her to face Garick, who leaned casually against the back of the chaise. She walked toward his outstretched arms and stepped into them gladly. He took her mouth in a searingly possessive kiss, his hands wandering over her back, her buttocks. When he dipped his finger into the cleft between her buttocks, she pressed against him, her mound rocking against his erection. He groaned into her mouth and thrust his tongue rapidly against hers.
    This torment was too much to bear! She must have completion, soon. Roarke let out a low chuckle behind her, and Garick’s smile let her know they had both touched her mind.
    “Soon, my little faerie,” Garick said, licking at her lips. “Soon we will have you screaming with your climax.”
    Roarke crossed in front of her and slid his thumbs over her nipples. She whimpered at the sensation of his hot fingers rubbing the aching buds.
    A desperate need burned within her, the heated desire to be possessed by them. The connection swirled through the room, waiting, hovering, nearly visible in the mist of both faerie and elvin magic. Particles of silver flew from her skin, her longing floating above them like stars on a clear, moonless night.
    “You are so beautiful, my bride. Your body is the celestial heavens and the very stars themselves caress your skin. You are magic and light, the wonder of the faeries. I thank you for this gift.” Her eyes welled with tears at his words and hope began to grow within her. Silly, she thought. He spoke only the elvin expressions required by the rite of consummation. He did not speak from his heart, but from duty. And yet, the wish within her would not die, the hope that come morn he would want her by his side always.
    Both men moved their hands over her naked skin, inciting her to heights of pleasure she’d never known by her own hand or that of the tubara stick. Her breath caught when each took a nipple into their mouths.
    They were so different in their touch and ways of pleasuring her. Roarke licked her nipple lightly, swirling his tongue as if he licked at the fruit that hung from the forest trees of D’Naath. Garick suckled her breast, drawing the peak in his mouth deeply until she arched her back to give him more.
    Whimpers of pleasure escaped her lips. Her inner thighs were soaked with her juices and she instinctively lifted her hips to beg for completion.
    “Not yet, “ Roarke said with a chuckle. “There is more.” The frustration of sexual desire burned within her. She reached for both of them, gasping when Garick pulled her forward, bending her at the waist. His cock brushed against her lips and she opened her mouth to receive him, her tongue lapping at the drops of