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    Adela’s spine arched. Nevin gripped her hip, his other hand on his dick, his knuckles pressing into her ass as he stroked forward. The sharp pleasure was a wild rush. Swain, his fingers biting into her trembling thighs, thrust his tongue into her pussy, tightening the hot, coiling pleasure.
    “More?” Idaeus’ strange, echoing voice ripped through her thoughts.
    “Yes. All of it.”
    Nevin slammed into her ass as Swain—the fierce hum from his modified voice box thrumming through her flesh—fucked her with his tongue. Adela grabbed Nevin’s arms. Her fingers clawed into the thick serge of his uniform as they took her, the power of it, the need she had to lose herself in their sharp strength whipped fire through her veins. They—Idaeus—were changing her. They were making her more. Making her ready for them.
    She fought to focus on Marcus. Making her ready for him .
    That final thought lashed a wild wave of golden heat up through her flesh, her body straining against the hard grip of both men. Nevin followed her, the last stroke of his dick forcing a cry and the burn of her release swept fierce and hot over her skin.
    The wildness in her flesh faded and she almost sagged against them. Nevin teased his lips to her bare shoulder, the act reminding her that his hard body still pressed up against hers, his hands on her hips. His tongue drew a slow line and she shivered, the aftershocks of her release a small bliss through her flesh.
    Swain eased away and half crawled to one of the chairs. He closed his eyes and she could almost feel Idaeus pulling away from his bones. The man slumped, unconscious.
    “Adela.” Marcus put his hand to her cheek, his thumb wiping away wetness. Had she been crying? His deep voice caressed her, wrapped around her and eased the wild thrum of her heart. “You were beautiful.”
    His finger drew slow circles against the hollow of her pelvis, before edging to her hip and pushing Nevin’s large hand away.
    “She’s yours now,” Nevin murmured, the thrum of Idaeus thick in his voice.
    Was it over ? She thought they’d promised her always? “Idaeus?” But Nevin stepped back, almost staggered before he dropped down beside Swain in one of the client chairs.
    “I don’t understand.”
    Marcus tilted her chin up. His gaze pinned her. Heat and want burned there, and something else. Not soft…but sure. He’d hardly touched her and yet she was totally his. And would be for a long time.
    Her thoughts and emotions whirled, caught up in the sudden strange turn her life had taken. But her mind emptied as his mouth brushed hers.

Chapter Three
     
    He tasted sweet and warm, his lips firm and a fresh flare of desire ignited low in her belly. A disbelieving smile broke against his mouth. This was not her. But now, apparently, it was. “What have you done to me?”
    “Made you aware.” He ran light fingers down her arm, the touch delicate—so different from the wildness of moments before—but still it pulled a groan from her.
    “You chose me.”
    “Idaeus found me a long time ago.” He pressed a kiss to her jaw, his breath flowing across her skin and pushing a delicious shiver that curved her into his touch. “You took a little longer.”
    Her eyes closed as she stepped closer, the press of his suit slick and cool against her sticky skin. “And you’re…comfortable doing this with a complete stranger.”
    “Are you? A stranger.”
    He didn’t remember that almost one time…did he? “You’re…you.” Heat rose in her face. He was Marcus Yeats, a man who could have anything and anyone. And yet he was settling for her—
    “Not settling.”
    She blinked, drawing back from him to hold his pale gaze. “How…?”
    Marcus wet his lips. “I have a skill Idaeus enhances.” His finger brushed her temple. “It’s strong with you. It always has been.”
    Heat bloomed in her chest, a rush of surprise, almost of shock. “You can read my mind?”
    “From time to time.” His sudden