on it. She felt the blindfold being pulled away and then her mind barely registered Jameson’s command to let go before her entire body shuddered as everything around her exploded in a wash of brilliant white light. So bright she saw it through her closed eyes and the entire room was still shimmering when she finally managed to open her eyes long seconds later. When had they moved her to the bed? Moving her arm slowly between the soft sheets, Kit enjoyed the feel of the cool fabric as it slid unimpeded over her bare skin. She’d never experienced a release as soul shattering as the one Jameson and Trev had just given her, and Kit felt an unfamiliar unease move through her. Being a submissive and magical had often caused her to feel pulled in two directions. But this time the entire experience had been much more intense because of the power issues involved and her internal conflict was exponentially worse as a result. Kit wasn’t fooled, she knew her mates had been re-staking their claim during the scene—she also understood that it had been more about reassuring themselves than reminding her. Her unease stemmed from the fact she’d been so lost in the moment she had so completely surrendered to them that she’d actually blanked out the last few minutes. As a magical, she had an inherent responsibility to maintain control of her emotions and reactions at all times. Losing control was dangerous for anyone with magical abilities, but it was particularly dangerous for someone with the level of natural ability Kit had shown herself to possess. Granny Good Witch had been lecturing her for months about how critical it was to consistently maintain her self-control. Juggling these two very different aspects of her life was taking a toll on her—she just didn’t know what to do about it. Clearly she hadn’t done a very good job this evening because they’d released her from her restraints and moved her to the bed without her being aware of it, and that wasn’t even mentioning all the candles she could see flickering all around the room. How was she ever going to make this work? How was she every going to juggle two such divergent aspects of her life forever? The struggle would just get harder as her skills increased. At times like this she really missed her old life—it had been so much less complicated. Her only real goal had been avoiding mating. She’d gone to great lengths to steer clear of any place she thought there was even a remote chance she’d encounter her future mate. Damn Libby and her sweet little elfin face and persuasive nature. If I hadn’t gone with her dancing that night… When her brain finally came fully back on-line, Kit looked up to see both of her mates standing beside the bed. Damn, they were so fucking hot, loose jersey pants riding low over taunt lower abs had replaced their jeans, the soft fabric exposing matching happy trails that she knew for a fact lead straight to heaven. But as her eyes made their way north muscular arms crossed over broad chests led to stern expressions let her know they’d been listening in and were not exactly pleased with what they’d been hearing. Fuck me, they really don’t understand how my mind processes information. Just because I miss something doesn’t mean I’d like to go back there…well, at least not most of the time. Right now, returning to her simpler life sounded like a very good idea.
Trev could feel Jameson’s frustration pulsing all around them—the fact it was overriding his own meant his brother was nearing his breaking point. The negative emotion wasn’t going to help their situation and the truth was Trev wasn’t sure he could mask his own frustration and keep his brother calm. And unless they kept their heads on straight, they wouldn’t be able to discuss this rationally with their reluctant mate. This had been an ongoing struggle with Kit and he wasn’t quite sure how to end the challenge once and for all. ‘ Let me deal with