Free Embraced By Passion by Diana DeRicci Page A

whomever, if the attraction is mutual and your souls respond to each other. We are responding to you, the same way you are to us. We feel what you feel.”
    “The part that is important to you is the attraction and how we are drawn to each other, to the both of us. You are attracted to us, yes?” Slone asked with a very slight questioning hesitation.
    Brigit glanced toward the wall of windows, unable to look right at either of them. “You kind of know that already.”
    “Yes, we both know,” Ja’Rol purred, his lashes lowering to make his gaze sizzle. “ This is another sign for us, for you. This would not be happening if your soul were not responding to ours, reaching out to us.”
    “You mean the telepathy?” she squeaked.
    “It is why you can hear us, why you can talk to us with only your thoughts. It is proof of what is drawing us all together. Even now, your body is warming, craving, because you’re here. We three are more together than we are alone.” Ja’Rol’s eyes were growing more heated, as though a spark of desire lit them from within. “It isn’t uncommon for a couple to find a third, especially if they are the same sex. Not with us.”
    She took a step back. Brigit had no idea what the hell he meant by the ‘us’ part. Were they a sect? A religion?
    “Okay, this is going way off track. I don’t know the game you’re playing. I just wanted you two to know I’m sorry for letting you get the idea that I was that damned easy by letting the sex happen.” She took another step toward her room. “I’m not usually like that, and fainting notwithstanding, I shouldn’t have. I really appreciate you bringing me here for my mom, and giving me a room to stay.”
    “You can’t deny you want us,” Slone said.
    “I can,” Brigit retorted, suddenly feeling like her only option was to escape. “Watch me.” Just because she was attracted didn’t mean she had to act on it. Again.
    She spun on a heel and aimed for the room door. There was enough light to see, and plenty of quiet to hear.
    “Wait,” Ja’Rol called, very softly, and she stopped at his breathed plea. “Why are you running?” Before she could move another step, he was standing behind her. She felt his body heat along her spine. “I told you earlier. We want you, for more than sex, but we’ve been trying to explain things slowly especially since we’ve had so little time to explain anything. We want you for us.” He dipped and pressed his lips to her shoulder. “We want you because you’re beautiful.” Ja’Rol delivered another delicate kiss beneath her ear. “We want you because you complete us, because we need you. Do you think the telepathy happens with any woman? That any woman could drive us insane the way you do with need, with a desire so thick even now, we’re doing our best to remain gentle because you’re scared, when we want to love you?” He placed his palms at her waist. “When we want to be so deep inside you, we all scream with pleasure?” He nibbled at her ear.
    Brigit’s heart was pounding a rushed tattoo within her chest. “I make you feel like that?” His touches were making her sound breathless.
    Slone slipped to stand in front of her, once again caging her, though less intimately than before, between their bodies. “Like that and more.”
    “But—”
    Slone pressed a finger to her lips. “Never again will you say anything about being fat. Do I make myself clear? You are beautiful, lush, and perfect for us. Believe in what we see, and you will see it too.” A taunting smirk rose on his lips. “I do believe Ja’Rol and I will be having a talk with your father. You should have your family, however, neither of us will allow his conduct toward you to continue. He will respect you, whether he feels he should, or not.”
    It took Brigit a second to grasp that. “Wait. You’re going to fight for me?”
    Slone shrugged, unconcerned. “In a manner of speaking. We protect those we care for. And