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beget?”
    “We will,” they replied.
    “Your right hands.”
    All three extended their arms, and the minister moved them so they were joined, Danel’s on the bottom, Macy’s in the center, and Sorin, their leader’s on the top. The man bound them with a gold cord, whispering an incantation in Nepalese. Macy gasped as the same energy she felt when her men shifted shot over her. It lingered, tingling over her skin until the cord was removed and Sorin then Danel kissed her.
    Ignoring their guests, they led her to the house. Macy guessed that was tradition since revelry erupted behind them. She didn’t care that she was missing the party. She hadn’t been with Sorin and Danel for two weeks as they’d observed a traditional sexual fast before the wedding. It had been hell, needing them but unable to have them, but she’d passed the test—they all had—and she was grateful to stand in their arms now.
    Danel stood behind her while Sorin kissed her. He deftly unbuttoned her while Sorin’s drugging essence made her lightheaded. “I love you,” Sorin whispered against her lips.
    “I love you,” she replied. He pushed her dress from her shoulders while Danel kissed his way down her spine.
    “I love you,” Danel vowed with every touch of his mouth.
    “I love you,” she promised.
    The dress dropped to the floor, leaving her in only her garters, stockings and silk panties, all as virginal white as her wedding dress was.
    “Beautiful,” Sorin breathed. “Are you ready to be truly ours forever?”
    “Yes,” she replied.
    Together, the men led her to the bed. While she didn’t quite understand, they tied her outstretched arms to the bedposts then left the bed.
    “Forever,” Sorin vowed then suddenly shifted.
    Danel placed his hand over his heart, his gray eyes holding hers. “Forever,” he said, his gaze never leaving her as he too shifted. They both leapt to the bed and the mattress groaned beneath their weights. Macy watched them, trying not to be scared.
    Sorin watched her, his green eyes holding concern she couldn’t decipher. He nodded slightly then suddenly, both leopards dipped their heads to her shoulders. Macy cried out as teeth sank into her skin. Pain sizzled through her. She arched, her fingers fisting as she refused to scream.
    In moments, it was over. Sandpapery tongues frantically cleansed the bites then both men shifted.
    “It’s part of the ceremony,” Danel explained quickly. “No one’s allowed to tell.”
    “It’s the final test,” Sorin added. He kissed her shoulder then they both released her hands. Bemused, Macy looked at the bites, expecting angry wounds. Instead of red, bleeding bites, gray rosettes colored each of her shoulders.
    Her lips moved soundlessly as she tried to process, but like so many things the past months, what was just was.
    She smiled slowly as the most important thing sank in. She was theirs. For always. She reached for them, needing the consummation that would seal the marriage in her head—they had their way; she had hers.
    Sorin growled as he rolled her beneath him. “Please tell me no more condoms.”
    “If you stop to grab one, I’ll…I’ll…go find new mates,” she threatened.
    “No, you wouldn’t,” Danel laughed, nipping one of her nipples just the way she liked. The pleasure-pain tightened the peak beneath his mouth, making it impossible for her to form a coherent retort. Instead, she moaned as Sorin sank into her, stretching her pussy with his wide cock. He rolled, bringing her over him.
    Beside them, Danel fumbled with lube then crawled behind her. He kissed the small of her back while Sorin thrust in and out of her. When she expected Danel to press his cock to her ass, he surprised her.
    “Relax,” Sorin urged. He stilled as Danel’s cock slid against his, working its way inside her already stuffed pussy. They were all breathing heavily when he’d pushed as deep as she could take him. The three of them were one.
    And as Sorin and