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own mouth opening to dish out encouragements as she accepted even more down her tight, lovely throat.
    He exploded before either of them knew what was happening, and when he pulled out of her mouth, she stared at him in wonder, then looked around in confusion.
    “Ristan,” she whispered as he watched her wipe a small dribble of come from her perfect lips. “How did I get here?” she finished.
    He wanted to strangle her; not Darcy, but fucking Danu. It wasn’t glamour this time; it was a total hijacking. She’d done this shit too many times now. Many times she had taken over his bedmates during fucking, only to leave as soon as she got hers, which made a few of the women think him a lazy fuck. As if; he was a beast in the sheets and damn sure gave his partners a ride they’d never forget.  Other times, she’d take control of them in the beginning, only to leave him to explain how he’d end up with his cock balls deep with a partner who hadn’t known he was fucking her.
    “Pull up your skirt and bend over, Darcy. I’ll make it worth your while,” he promised with a lopsided grin, and watched as she hurriedly did as he bid her. Yeah, he had an image to uphold, one that many females sought him out to experience. He’d be damned if he didn’t live up to it now.

    *~*~*

    Ristan walked through the halls, his hand holding Bob, a battery operated baby that he’d gotten for Synthia.  He was halfway down the corridor when Zahruk asked him to come to the armory through their mental link.  He sighed as he started to glamour the doll away, only to catch Darynda as she moved in the same direction he was headed.
    “Hey,” he said as he moved towards her with purpose. “Can you give this to Synthia? I’ve been trying to remember to give it to her for days. His name is Bob,” he said with a smile as Darynda looked the doll over and raised her eyes back to him.
    “I can,” she whispered, and her eyes rested on him. “Am I beautiful?” she blurted with an uncertain look in her sparkling bluish green eyes. “You’ve never tried to be with me.”
    “You’re very beautiful,” Ristan replied, uncertain where she was going with that statement. “Why do you ask?”
    “Out of everyone here, you and your brothers have never tried to take me into the common rooms,” she replied.
    He caught the look of hurt in her eyes, and he flinched.
    “The common rooms, where we fuck women who want to be shared; those common rooms?” he asked, and decided this was a slippery slope, one he wasn’t going to slide down anytime soon.
    “Zahruk was there last night, and when I asked him… Never mind, I shouldn’t be discussing this with you,” she said, and started to move away with the doll, but he stopped her with a gentle hand on her wrist.
    “The women who enter those rooms become women we all share. Some of us share them a few times a day, if not more. Darynda, never enter one of the common rooms alone. If my brother hasn’t invited you, be glad for it,” Ristan replied with a soft shake of his head. “It’s a sign that he isn’t ready to share you. He’s different with you; take it as a good thing.”
    He moved past Darynda and watched Ryder approach him slowly. He must have been on his way to summon Synthia, but paused as he caught sight of his brother. “Ryder,” Ristan said as he moved to him.
    “Send Synthia to me; I’ll be in the throne room,” Ryder ordered and moved down the hallway, leaving Ristan to watch his broad frame as he continued on, as if he didn’t have time to walk the five steps to her bedroom door.
    “Well, fucking hello to you too, brother,” Ristan murmured as he sent a silent message to Zahruk that something was up with Ryder. He shook his head, and wondered how Synthia would react to the nipple clamps and dream medallions he’d given to Ryder the day before.
    His gift to them had been vibrating nipple clamps and dream sex. Seemed like something everyone should experience at least once