Chapter 16

IN THE TWO WEEKS THAT followed, sex filled her every waking thought. She was having it, thinking about having it, or wondering when her mates would appear to whisk her away to have it. Sometimes, they would take her alone if the other mate was on duty and couldn't break away. Other times, they appeared before her together, and turned their smoldering, ravenous looks on her.

The mating fire, also called the hunger for good reason, seemed unquenchable for more than a few hours at a time. Even if she was at work, if the burning became too intense, they'd stride in, grab her hand, and find the nearest private spot, in the clinic supply closet, and once, with Remus, against the wall out back.

It seemed she was away from her desk more than at it.

Finally, Ellar and Adria, and Juna who had quickly clued in to what was going on, excused her.

"This is a G-rated clinic. Go home and work it out of your systems."

"Are you sure?" Amy asked. "Who will man the front desk?"

"You're gone with your mates half the day anyway," Adria added, her voice rising because she was talking to her back, as her warrior twins—who didn't need to be told twice—all but dragged her out from behind her desk. When she wasn't moving fast enough, Remus moved to open the door while Tarus bent at the waist, tipped her over his shoulder and, in a blink, was striding through it.

Their hover car was waiting, and she swore Remus set a land-speed record getting to the residence hall.

The door to the apartment had barely swung shut when they had her clothes off and splayed open on the couch. On his knees in front of her, Tarus feasted on her pussy while Remus kissed her deeply and played with her breasts.

She jumped when a finger ran over her opening in back. "Hold her," Tarus ordered as he pressed her knees to her chest.

Remus' arm braced behind her knees, holding her in place then together, they watched as bronzed hands cupped her much paler cheeks, long thumbs parted the round globes of her bottom, and Tarus' tongue caressed the sensitive, puckered skin.

Amy's breath caught in her throat as a surge of excitement raced through her, fueling a passionate desire for what she knew he had planned. Clearly intrigued by her reaction, Tarus locked eyes with her over her contorted her body.

"Have you been taken back here before, precious gem?" he asked, teasing the opening with the tip of his finger.

"No," she gasped. "Never."

With desire burning in his eyes, he declared, "It will be our pleasure and honor to change that."

They released her, and Remus reclined on the couch on his back. Together, they positioned her on her knees, straddling his face. While his tongue lapped and swirled until she was writhing above him, Tarus bent her forward and prepared her from behind.

They had her so aroused and well lubricated, she only felt a twinge when a finger slowly entered her for the first time. It glided in and out, feeling quite nice. It became two, which was more challenging, but, after a few moments, so much better than nice.

Meanwhile, Remus redoubled his efforts, his tongue on her clit swirling and flicking, while he also played with her nipples, rolling and tugging and pinching them lightly. She was on the verge of coming when the hardness of Tarus' shaft replaced his fingers.

Carefully, he entered, whispering words of encouragement as he stroked her back and taut cheeks. He eased in an inch or two then pulled back. When deeply embedded, he paused, giving her time to adjust to all that he was, but Remus' tongue never ceased. The fullness was overwhelming, and the stimulation simply too much. She exploded with pleasure, her muscles clamping down hard on Tarus' cock, causing him to shout as his own climax took hold.

He bent over her back, enveloping her with his arms, as they rode out their pleasure together. She was still experiencing little aftershocks when Remus observed, "That was intense." Then he demanded, "Let me up. I must have you now, mate."

Tarus withdrew and sat up as Remus wiggled out from under her. On her back, with her feet beside her head again, he drove into her pussy.

Amy didn't think she could become aroused again after such an intense release, but it happened. Tarus assisted by stimulating her clit with his fingers as Remus plunged into her again and again. Soon, the pressure low in her belly became overwhelming and pleasure took hold once more. Her climax triggered one in Remus, who groaned at the intensity of his release.

He stayed buried deep, frozen above her as the pleasure receded, then he released her legs and collapsed on top of her, clearly sated.

"I need to get some vitamins," Amy said when she could speak again, although still slightly winded. "And perhaps take up yoga if I'm going to be a human pretzel for my mates."

"I heard no complaints in the last time cycle," Remus replied, his voice muffled against her neck.

With a gentle touch, Tarus brushed her hair, damp with sweat, off her forehead. "What you suggest has merit. Also, staying hydrated. You have two demanding mates."

"Really? I hadn't noticed," she teased, which earned her a little pinch on the behind from Remus.

"You'll notice next time, koria dral ," Tarus promised. "Because you'll have both your mates inside you. One in your warm, wet, snug pussy and the other filling your even tighter backside."

"Tighter?" Remus groaned. "I'll perish from pleasure."

Amy let out a shaky breath. "Do you think you'll fit?"

"Can you think of anything we've done that hasn't left you crying out and trembling from pleasure?" Tarus asked.

"No. And I've never had such a strong"—she paused, searching for the right word—"sexual appetite, I guess you'd call it, in my life."

"It's the mating fire," Remus said, shifting onto his side and taking some of his weight from her. With his head propped on his hand, he gazed down at her tenderly. "It proves even without a transformation that we were fated to be mates."

"Do you really think so?" she breathed.

"We know so," they assured her in unison.

Remus rose and carried her to bed. Though small, it offered more space for warrior-sized shoulders than her narrow couch. They curled around her, one on each side. Remus' heavy arm across her waist, while Tarus slept with his face and one hand tangled in her hair.

Amy didn't find sleep so easily. Doubts nagged at her that this might only be a honeymoon period, where they were exploring and enjoying, but eventually the passion would fade. Even without the threat of a scalding burn to their manly parts, she didn't think they would stray. Their warriors' honor wouldn't allow it. But she dreaded the possibility of them one day regretting their decision to choose her as a mate.