Chapter 19

THEY LINGERED AT THEIR table for nearly three hours. Every bite was delicious. The robust house red wine they served complemented the spicy Sicilian pepperoni pizzas perfectly. Eight people had consumed four large thick crust pies. Most of it going down Remus, Tarus, and Beck's gullets. They were all big men and could pack it away.

Afterward, they chatted while devouring a heavenly tiramisu. Enjoying herself immensely, Amy would have stayed longer, but she recognized her mates' restlessness. They were going on eight hours without having her, and the hunger would soon override everything else. She couldn't deny that the mating fire had a similar effect on her, and with desire for her warriors building inside her, they called it a night.

As soon as Remus unlocked the door, Tarus swept her inside. The door slammed shut, resonating with a loud, echoing bang. Possessed by an intense, primal yearning, they couldn't restrain their passion any longer. Not even the seconds it would have taken to reach the bedroom. They took turns kissing her feverishly while two sets of hands explored every inch of her body. Her clothes seemed to dissolve, as if melting away under their touch, until she stood naked before them.

Amy's breath hitched as Tarus turned her to face him and covered her mouth in a smoldering kiss. Somehow, his own clothing disappeared. The air crackled with fervid anticipation as he pressed his smooth bare chest and ridged abdomen to her naked skin.

Simultaneously, Remus' lips trailed down her spine, cupping and squeezing her bottom, igniting a firestorm of desire within her.

Tarus lifted her at the waist, ordering gruffly, "Wrap me up, mate. Put your arms around my neck and your legs around my hips."

As soon as she did, in one long glide, he thrust inside her. With her breasts pressed to his chest and her thighs spread wide for his penetration, there was nothing soft about her cries as sensations overwhelmed her.

"So hot and wet and tight. You feel incredible surrounding me, koria ," he groaned as he drove smoothly into her again and again.

Somewhere in the glut of pleasure, she felt cool air waft over where they were joined as Remus parted her bottom cheeks with his thumbs. When his tongue bathed her puckered opening, she knew where this was going.

Was she ready to have both her immense warriors filling her at once?

"Don't think," Tarus growled in her ear. "Just feel and trust your mates."

There was a slight pinch of pain as the broad head of Remus' cock penetrated for the first time. "Relax," Tarus urged. "You took me; you can take him."

It helped that he slid a hand between them and found her clit, flicking and rubbing her pleasure center with his thumb as her other mate's cock also filled her .

She squeaked when Remus' hips brushed her cheeks, more than a little overwhelmed by the experience of both her mates claiming her body at once.

"How does it feel?" Tarus asked, his voice strained from exercising immense control over his passion.

"Intense, wonderful, intimidating—I'm filled up entirely by you," she gasped.

"Let's see if we can get rid of intimidating ," Remus suggested, his tone as strained as his twin's.

When they moved, one advanced as the other withdrew. The totality of their possession was unlike anything she'd ever imagined, and the friction was almost too much to bear.

Although they claimed her as much as physically possible, she needed to be more connected. She clung to Tarus while snaking an arm up behind her and wrapping it around Remus' neck.

As she spiraled toward ecstasy, she arched her back and let her head fall against his shoulder. This allowed Tarus to bend his neck and take a nipple into his mouth, sucking greedily.

The hunger within her warriors was insatiable, their need for her overwhelming as they moved in a rhythm that was as ancient as time itself. The room filled with a crescendo of moans and the heady scent of passion as they came withina nanosecond of one another. First Amy then Tarus and finally Remus, their shouts ringing along with the pounding of her heart in her ears.

In that moment, they were not Primarian and human, or two males and a female, but three souls intertwined in a love that transcended the physical.

AMY WOKE LATER, IN bed. Confusion engulfed her, unable to piece together how she had ended up there. But her hazy memories faded in the face of a more pressing concern. Intense heat coursed through her veins, overwhelming her senses and leaving her feeling as if she were engulfed in flames.

Frantically, she vaulted over Remus and sprinted toward the bathroom. She twisted the shower knob all the way to the right, desperately seeking relief. The rush of cold water cascading over her body offered a fleeting respite, but even its frigid touch couldn't quell the inferno raging inside her.

"What is it?"

She looked up. Tarus and Remus stared in at her, wearing identical confounded expressions.

"I have a fever, or something. I'm burning up."

As they exchanged glances, grins spread across their faces.

"It's not a joke!" she exclaimed, her voice rising to a shriek. "Call Adria and tell her to meet us at the clinic."

Tarus shook his head, no longer grinning, but with a decidedly pleased twinkle in his eyes. "You don't need a physic, mate," he said, stepping into the shower with her. His entire body flinched when the spray hit him. "Fuck! This water is freezing!"

Remus stepped in, too. More prepared than his brother, he still had the same reaction and uttered the same obscenity.

"What are you doing?" she asked in a panic. "We need to go. I'm sick!"

"No, precious," Tarus cooed. "It's the female version of the mating fire. It is expected. "

"What are you talking about?"

"You're transforming, dral ," Remus answered.

"But how? We didn't match. We're not compatible."

"You're wrong. As were Ellar's tests. Look at me," Tarus insisted, cupping her chin to hold her still for his inspection. "She's changed, Brother," he whispered in awe.

"What?" she and Remus said in unison.

"Your eyes aren't brown anymore, Amy. They're purple."

"You're lying!" she exploded.

Both twins visibly bristled while shivering. "Warriors do not lie," Tarus growled.

"Oh my god!" Amy pushed past them, slipping on the wet floor as she rushed to the mirror.

"Catch her, Remus! Before she falls and cracks her head open."

She ignored them, needing to see proof. At the sink, she leaned into the glass and gasped. Not a hint of brown remained. In its place was Remus' beautiful lavender.

"It's true," she breathed. Then she noticed something Tarus hadn't and whirled to face them. Finding them standing behind her, gloriously naked, she grinned. They were also dripping all over the floor, but she didn't care in the least. "My eyes are the most beautiful purple I've ever seen, but look more closely at my right eye."

Each twin stepped closer and dipped his head.

"It has flecks of Tarus' cobalt blue," she impatiently blurted out.

"What a blessing that you reflect both of your mates," Tarus uttered as Remus whispered, "And are even more beautiful for it. "

"I'm still burning up," she told them. "How do I make it stop?"

"There is only one cure," Remus replied.

"Or in your case—two," Tarus said with a chuckle.

"You aren't making sense, and I need you to before I spontaneously combust!"

They each took a hand and led her back into the shower. Before getting in, Tarus adjusted the water to a tepid spray.

"The cure, until the transformation is complete, is your mates," he explained as he lifted her by the waist and brought her down onto his rigid cock, filling her pussy. Remus' soap-slippery fingers readied her before he drove in balls deep and filled her ass.

She was so full of her warriors, all she could do was hang on, as she experienced another first in her 35th year of life, multiple orgasms, four to be exact. One leading into the other as they fucked her tirelessly.

Much later, after they washed her, dried her off, combed her hair, and applied lotion to every nook and cranny from head to toe—which they all thoroughly enjoyed, the twins maybe more than her—Amy lay between her warriors, listening to them sleep. She was wide awake when she shouldn't be. They'd worn out her body, but her mind wouldn't shut off at the wonder of it all.

She was also perplexed about why.

"Why now?" she whispered to the ceiling. "We've had sex more times than I can count this past week, and I didn't change. And I was honest when I said I had accepted you both, but that didn't trigger the transformation."

"I have a theory," Remus said drowsily .

"I'm sorry. I thought you were asleep."

"I can't sleep with the wheels of your mind in constant motion."

"Me either," Tarus said as he yawned.

"What's your theory?" she asked Remus.

"We never took you like we did tonight, both of us possessing you at the same time."

She shook her head. "Yes, you have. It has been the three of us together since the first night, except for a handful of times."

"No, Amy, he's right," Tarus stated, wide awake now. "We have spent inside you, or on your breasts, back or belly, or in your mouth, but it has always been one at a time. We've never released inside you at once."

Remus rolled onto his side, aligned himself along her back, and propped his chin on her shoulder. "As long as I can remember, the physics have said twin cellular morphology is different. It makes sense it could take both of us coming inside you to trigger the chemical reaction, which is the catalyst for twin bonding and transformation."

"I'm glad it makes sense to you," Amy murmured around a yawn. "It's all a bunch of confusing juju, voodoo magic to me."

"The why doesn't matter," Remus said as he cuddled her closer. "That you are truly and irrevocably ours does."

"For a lifetime?" she asked wistfully.

Tarus' reply of voraes eternium was the last thing she heard before sleep overcame her.