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the single females of all magical creatures. Ariella could name a few Fae, some wolves, a lioness, and three werecats who were definitely interested in landing one or both brothers.
    She shook her head and identified the anger she felt. Damn it. No.
    I am not ready to be a mate to anyone.
    But as she stood there, her body and mind had overcome any attempts by her to stop the thoughts and feelings. Eyes closed, she saw both wolves standing there. Orion and Palidor. Side by side, fully naked, their bodies so perfect, so muscular and large that she quivered. She licked her lips as her nipples hardened and her pussy leaked. A series of spasms had her pressing her hand over her mound in an attempt to stop the sensations. But the moment she did, she felt the stronger pull, the need to be touched by Orion and Palidor. They walked closer. She shot her head up to look at them and felt her heart rate increase, her belly tighten, and her fingers press up and into her cunt.
    “Oh Goddesses, no. No, I’m not ready,” she whispered in a raspy breath. She pressed her fingers deeper and stroked her own pussy trying to release the tight, deep sensation inside of her. She squeezed her eyes tightly and saw Palidor. He held her gaze, his blue eyes changing to yellow. “I want you. You belong to my brothers and I.
    We need you.” He brushed his finger over her nipples and pulled one hard. She moaned as she continued to pump faster. Then Orion smirked at her. He licked his lips, and as he leaned forward, he half shifted, letting his wolf tongue swirl over her areola then down her belly.
    “You belong to us. You belong to Venificus,” Orion whispered.
    “No. Not now. Not yet.”

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    “Always.” She heard the third voice, and as she looked between Orion and Palidor, she saw Draco, their brother who had disappeared.
    Her body exploded immediately, and she shook from the effects of her own fingers combined with the realization that the three Venificus brothers were her mates.
    Leaning back against the wall, she allowed the water to flow until it lost its heat. Coming down from her fantasy dream she was hit with a premonition.
    She saw Draco. He was in pain, inner turmoil. Someone had a hold on his soul, or was trying to get to it. He was fighting, yet he wasn’t strong enough. Something was missing. He had given something up and couldn’t see that all he needed was to grab a hold of that again to fight the black evil that was trying to take his soul.
    She saw him trying to shift. Half something, not wolf. What was he? Why had he felt so displaced and unloved among his family and pack? Ariella felt the depth of his pain and sadness. She wanted to help him. She felt the tears reach her eyes. As she closed them tight and tried to catch her breath, she saw Draco. His eyes glowed red. His expression was dark and unreadable. He needed her. She needed him.
    Her destiny involved saving Draco, but from what she didn’t know.
    “Ariella?”
    Ariella jumped as she heard her mother’s voice. She was shaking now. She was caught between feeling sexually high strung, knowing that she just pleasured herself in the shower, and concerned that her mother may sense it all.
    “I’ll be out in a moment.” She turned off the shower, grabbed the towel, wrapped herself up, and quickly dried off. Growing up, it always seemed that her mother was aware of what Ariella and her brothers were doing before they did it. Some things she let them get away with, but others she put her foot down. When they were older, they learned of their mother’s abilities and those of their friends. It was quite disconcerting. However, for Ariella, it was exciting.
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    visions, her own indication of what she was, what she was capable of doing and the fact that Charity, Feldman, and her mother had trained her.
    But deep down inside she knew there was more for her to