“Yes,” Becca moaned and she knew that was exactly what she needed—what they all needed to make this bond complete. Until they fucked her and came in her as one, the three of them would never be totally together. And what she wanted more than anything else was to be with her men always—to bind them to her so tightly she would never have to let them go.
“Gods, mi’now, you’re so beautiful,” Far breathed, looking into her eyes. “Almost all the way in you now. Can you feel us reaching the end of your channel?”
“Yes,” Becca gasped. “Yes, I…oh, please yes—put it in me all the way. Put it in me deep.”
“That’s exactly what we’re going to do, sweetheart,” Truth growled in her ear. “Put it in you deep and fuck you. Gods, I didn’t think your pussy could get any tighter but this…Seven Hells, it’s amazing.”
“Bonding sex is as intense as I was told,” Far agreed as they at last sank to the hilt inside her. “Gods, do you feel that, Becca? Feel Truth and I filling you up?”
“Yes…” Becca reached out to cup his cheek and looked into his eyes. “Yes and I…I’ve never felt anything more right in my life. Please, Far…Truth…take me. The two of you, please.”
“Of course we will, mi’now,” Far promised. “It will be our pleasure to fill you until you come for us.”
“But slowly,” Truth added, stroking her hip. “I don’t want to rush this. I want to feel every bit of our lady’s pussy caressing us as we fuck her. And I want to do this…”
His hand slid up from her hip to tug gently at her nipples. Becca moaned as he twisted her tight little buds, sending showers of sparks straight down to where she was impaled by her men, making her want them even more.
The thick shaft between her legs shifted inside her, making a long, slow slide to come almost all the way out of her pussy before plunging in deeply again. At the same time, someone’s fingers were circling her clit and someone else was teasing her nipples.
Becca lost track of who was doing what—the thick shaft sliding in and out of her seemed to leave no room for anything but pleasure. She moaned softly as the two big male bodies worked on either side of her, moving together to bring her to the brink and push her over.
It seemed to go on forever and she couldn’t help remembering what Far had said about bonding sex being a long, leisurely love making session. She was glad they were drawing it out, making it last, but at the same time, she could feel her pleasure building again and she knew that this time when she came, it would be much more intense.
“Please,” she whispered finally as the pleasure began to grow almost greater than she could bear. “Please, I’m…I’m getting close.”
“We are too.” Far looked at little sad, she thought. “I had wished for the three of us to remain joined a little longer but the pleasure of being inside you is becoming too much.”
“It is,” Truth agreed hoarsely. “Gods, the feeling of being within you as my brother is too…the pleasure is enormous. Almost unbearable.”
“Which is why we need to come and fill our lady with our seed,” Far murmured. “
“Yes,” Becca whispered, stroking his face. “Yes, I…I want you to. Fill me up…bond me to you—both of you.”
“Very well.” As if by mutual consent, the two of them began to move more quickly inside her. Soon the thick, driving thrusts of their merged shafts pushed everything else out of Becca’s mind. She only knew that she needed to come and that she needed to feel them come inside her too at the same time.
“Rebecca,” Truth groaned in her ear and at the same time Far cried,
“Mi’now!”
Becca cried both their names as she came again. At the same time, she felt them thrust deep to touch bottom inside her and their hot cum spurting hard against the end of her channel. God, how much she loved them both—and how much she needed this. They all needed it, to tie them together. To make sure they were never separated again…
“Never separated again. I like that. I wish it could be true.”
Chapter Forty-five
Becca’s eyes, which had squeezed closed in pleasure, flew open when she realized she’d heard the light twin’s voice inside her head.
“That’s right,” Far assured her without even opening his mouth. “We can speak to each other mind-to-mind now—it’s part of the bond.”
“We can?” Becca thought at him. “But can Truth—?”
“Apparently I can,” the dark twin answered inside her head. “I like this…I didn’t think I would when Far first explained it to me but I do. It feels…”
“So much more intimate communicating like this,” Becca finished for him. “I know.”
She closed her eyes again, reveling in the newfound closeness with her men. Why had she ever feared this? Being bonded was wonderful—an intimacy so intense she would have thought it would be uncomfortable. Instead, it was the opposite—comforting and sweet. She could feel Truth’s feelings for her—his intense passion and desire and love and she could feel Far’s caring and devotion and…
And why were the emotions she felt from the light twin fading?
“Far?” Becca sent anxiously through their new bond. When he didn’t respond she opened her eyes to look at him. He was lying opposite her with his head on the pillow and his eyes closed. The bruised looking shadows under his eyes were darker than ever and his breathing was light and shallow.
“Far?” she said aloud, touching his broad shoulder. “Wake up, baby—are you all right?”
“Brother?” Truth asked, looking over her shoulder. “Are you well?”
“Fine. I’m fine.” The light twin tried to smile as his eyes fluttered open but Becca could see sadness in their midnight depths and sense it through their new, permanent bond.
“Maybe not so permanent,” Far whispered and she realized he had heard her thought.
“What are you talking about?” Becca demanded. “Of course it’s permanent! Truth and I love you—we’re not going to let you go.”
“You may not…have a choice,” Far whispered hoarsely. He looked at Truth. “Disengage with me, Brother. I need to sit up.”
“As you wish.” Truth sounded worried but he did as his brother asked, sliding from Becca’s body so that they could disengage from their merger.
The moment they left her, Becca felt a sense of loss. She felt empty inside, abandoned even though the three of them were still in bed together.
“Don’t feel that way, Becca,” Far murmured, reaching out to stroke her cheek. “Truth and I are still here.”
“And we still love you,” Truth rumbled from behind her.
As one, the brothers drew closer, surrounding her with their big bodies, embracing each other with her in the middle until, cradled in the cocoon of their muscular arms, she felt safe and protected and loved.
But even in the middle of the warm, loving feelings, Becca was still worried.
Why does Far still look so tired…so sick? His skin is still almost gray and his eyes…His eyes looked weary beyond belief. As though he barely had the energy to move and speak. As thought he was forcing himself to go on for her and Truth.
“Becca…” Far murmured, pulling out of their embrace at last. “You know why I look so tired…so sick. Why my skin is gray.” He looked over her shoulder. “Tell her, Brother.”
“It is exis—the last stage of dr’gin poisoning,” Truth said softly.
“What? Well…what does that mean? What can we do?” Becca demanded.
“It means death, mi’now,” Far said. “And there’s nothing else you can do—nothing any of us can do.”
“But…but you can’t be dying.” Becca’s eyes stung and her throat was suddenly tight. “You can’t. We’re bonded now! Truth and I can save you—we can help you live!”
“I had hoped it might be possible,” Far admitted. “But as you see…” He gestured at himself. “I am no less sick than I was. I think it’s time to face facts, Becca—I am dying.”
“No—no!?
?? The tears that had been threatening suddenly overwhelmed her and she pressed her face to the light twin’s broad chest. “No,” she begged. “No, please don’t die, Far. Please don’t leave us.”
“I do not wish to lose you either, Brother.” Truth’s deep voice sounded tight and Becca could feel the waves of sorrow coming from him. “Not when I have only just found you.”
“I feel the same way.” Far rubbed her shoulders comfortingly. “But it cannot be helped. And at least we were able to bond first. Look at me, both of you,” he commanded.
Becca forced herself to look at him and Truth did the same.
“What?” she whispered.
“I would rather die now, having just shared the deepest love of my life with the two of you, than live a thousand years alone,” Far said. He cupped Becca’s cheek and looked at her and Truth. “I love you both so much.”
“We love you too,” Truth said gruffly.
“Too much to let you go,” Becca insisted, though she knew it was hopeless. Suddenly, she thought of something. “And anyway, you can’t go.”
Far gave a breathless little laugh. “You act as though it was my choice—a decision I could reverse at my will, mi’now. I only wish it was.”
“No, but you can’t go because we haven’t activated the amulet yet,” Becca said stubbornly. “That’s what all this was about, wasn’t it? Saving you and activating the amulet?”
“You’re right.” Far sat up in bed with effort. “Go get it, Brother,” he said to Truth. “Let me do this one thing before I go.”
“Not just one thing—it’s only the next thing,” Becca insisted as the dark twin got off the bed and went to fetch the box with the amulet. “And after that, we’ll find something else to do and then something else. We’re going to keep you too busy to…to even think of going anywhere.”
“Becca…” Far cupped her cheek again. “Listen to yourself—are you actually saying you’re going to keep me too busy to die?”
“Yes, if I have to.” Becca gripped his hand with hers and squeezed hard. “And I’m not taking my eyes off you, either.”
She knew it was crazy but she kept thinking how Kenneth had died—how she had sent him away, sent him out into the night and he had never returned. She didn’t intend to make the same mistake with Far. She would keep an eye on him every single minute and as long as she was watching him, he couldn’t slip away from her. Could he?
“Here it is,” Truth said, returning with the box. He had stopped to put on a pair of sleep trousers and now Far did the same. Becca wrapped the sheet around herself toga style and then, when they were all comfortable, the dark twin opened the box.
“Beautiful,” Far breathed as they all watched the shifting, opalescent metal continuously meld and glow and change forms.
“I guess so.” Becca was still leery of getting too close to it. “Um, we’re supposed to all let a drop of blood fall on it, right? Does anyone have a needle?”
“Here.” Far reached into the nightstand beside the bed and produced a long, sharp hypodermic attached to a syringe.
“What—are we all supposed to fill that up?” Becca anxiously eyed the empty tube, which looked like it would hold quite a lot of blood.
“No, that’s just what Commander Sylvan brought,” Far assured her. “I guess he had an extra from the last time he took my blood.”
“Oh.” Becca bit her lip. “All right. Let’s do it.”
“Does everyone want to prick their own finger?” Truth asked.
“I’d rather not do my own.” Becca held out her hand. “You do it, Truth.”
Taking the syringe from his brother, the dark twin gave her a swift, careful stab in the pad of her right index finger.
“Ouch!” Becca jumped. “Sorry—that’s a big needle!”
“Yes, it is.” Truth stabbed himself in the finger as well and then held out a hand to Far. “Brother?”
Far held out his hand and accepted the jab in his finger without comment. Probably because he had become used to needles in the past week, Becca thought sadly.
“All right—is everyone ready?” Truth asked, putting the syringe carefully down on the nightstand.
“I think so.” Becca held up her finger, a drop of blood poised on its tip. “Do we have to touch it to do this?”
“I don’t think so,” Far said tiredly. “It should be enough to just let our blood fall on the amulet all at once.”
“Agreed,” Truth growled. “On the count of three, then. One…two…three!”
As one, they held their wounded fingers over the glowing truthonium amulet and let the blood droplets fall.
Becca watched anxiously, wondering what the result would be. She expected to see the three crimson drips splatter on the glowing, shifting metal and then roll off onto the black velvet-like lining below.
The droplets did indeed land on the amulet but instead of rolling off its curving sides, they drew together as though attracted to each other by some powerful magnetic force. Becca watched with awe as they formed into one large crimson bead and then seemed to sink into the very center of the amulet. And then…
Then nothing.
“What’s going on?” Becca asked after a moment of staring at the metal. “Why is nothing else happening?”
“Maybe nothing else needs to happen,” Far suggested.
“Or maybe we did it wrong,” Truth growled.
“I hope not,” Far murmured, shaking his head. “I don’t think I could go back and start from the beginning. I don’t have another session of bonding sex in me at this point.”
Becca looked at him in concern. “Far—” she began but just then the amulet started to hum.
“Listen,” the light twin whispered. “It’s…beautiful.”
It was a soft, unearthly sound—like some instrument she’d never heard before playing far away. Becca had to strain her ears to hear it but she had to admit, it was lovely. As they were all bent over the amulet, listening, it started to glow.
Or maybe it would be more accurate to say that it started to glow more—to glow brighter than it had been before. It took a moment for Becca to realize what was happening and by the time she did, the truthonium was almost too bright to look at.
“What is happening?” Truth growled. “Why is it doing that?”
“I don’t know,” Becca breathed. She was gripped by an irresistible urge to touch the thing—just as she had been the first time she’d seen it. She started to reach for the amulet but Truth caught her wrist.
“Don’t! It’s dangerous—it makes you see—”
“See what?” Becca demanded, her heart pounding. “Did you see something too?”
“I—”
“Look, both of you!” Far exclaimed. “Look at the amulet.”
It was so bright now that Becca had to shield her eyes. But when she did, she saw that the amulet was indeed doing something new—it was moving. No, not just moving—it’s floating, she thought, staring at it with wonder. Slowly, it rose from its bed of black velvet and hovered in midair about two feet above its box, reminding Becca of a butterfly trying its wings for the first time. Then, without warning, it zipped towards the door.
“Hey, wait!” Becca gasped, jumping off the bed to go after it. “Far, Truth, watch it—it’s leaving!” She wrapped the sheet around herself more securely, tucking in the makeshift toga. “Come on!”
“We need to stop it.” Truth got off the bed as well, followed, more slowly, by Far. The three of them followed the glowing, floating amulet into the living area. It had stopped right in front of the door which led to the outside corridor and it stayed there, shining and giving off its faint, musical humming sound. Becca thought it looked like a tiny, singing star.
“It looks like it’s waiting for us to open the door,” she said uncertainly.
“We cannot,” Truth objected. “If we open the door, it will get away.”
“Maybe it’s meant to get away,” Far said softly.
“But tha
t’s not what Vashtar said,” Becca pointed out. “He said—”
Suddenly there was a knock on the door and then it slid open, revealing Commander Sylvan.
“I’m sorry to interrupt you,” he began but before he could finish the glowing, humming amulet raced past him and out into the corridor.
“Oh no! Go after it—catch it!” Becca exclaimed. “Come on!”
“We’re coming!” Truth paused to put an arm around Far’s shoulder to support him and the three of them, followed by Sylvan, rushed down the hallway in pursuit of the tiny, fleeing star.
It led them down the long corridor, around the corner, and into the open park area which surrounded the Sacred Grove. It was deserted now but the amulet didn’t stop or hover over the empty, grassy park—it just kept flying.
“Where’s it going?” Becca panted as they reached the edge of the green and purple grass.
“Look, there!” Truth pointed. “I think it’s headed for the Unmated Males area.”
Sure enough, the amulet was zipping towards the shimmering, iridescent shield wall. The wall stood as a barrier, separating the abandoned park and Sacred Grove from the Unmated Males area where all those that had been possessed by demons were still sedated.
Standing in front of the wall was a contingent of Kindred warriors, armed and watchful. When the shining, humming amulet came into sight, they drew their weapons and Becca heard muttered curses of disbelief.
“What in the Seven Hells is that?” one of them snarled, taking aim with his blaster.
“Stop!” Sylvan ran up behind them. “Don’t shoot,” he ordered the assembled warriors. He turned to Becca and her men. “Is that the amulet? What is it doing?”
“We have no idea,” Truth growled. He was supporting Far and the light twin looked up at Sylvan.
“We did…did as the instructions ordered,” he rasped. Clearly the chase to the park area had tired him out. “And then…”
“And it started glowing and humming and…and flying,” Becca finished. She gestured at the amulet, her heart in her throat. What was it going to do next? Behind the shimmering wall she could see the unmated males who had been taken over. Some were lying down, perfectly still because of the sedative gas Sylvan had been having pumped into the area. But others were slightly more alert, moving around with big, slow, shambling movements like zombies. The ones that were awake had eyes that glowed an evil red, just like they had in the vision she and Truth and Far had seen, which started everything in the first place.