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  “To have three men instead of one?” she asked, pulling away from Zen.

  “You have but one mate, and that mate is me.”

  “Yet you want me to sleep with him?” she asked pointing to Zol who grinned cheekily.

  “He is pleasing to the eye and talented…” Zen began.

  “He’s a preening Glow Bird!” she snapped, wiping the grin off of Zol’s face.

  “He is commonly fair…” Zen tried again.

  “And appears to have nothing in his head but mating and his talk of beauty.”

  “I am an artisan,” Zol protested. “There are a lot of things in my head.”

  “Like fat and air!” she snapped before turning back to Zen. “And you. You would share your mate?”

  “Then you admit that you are my mate!” Zen crowed, delighted at her turn of phrase.

  “That is not the point!” she all but screamed.

  “So you admit it!”

  “I admit nothing,” she muttered, growing red in the face as she realized that she had been thinking of Zen as her mate. What was happening to her?

  “And you only have to do the Fertility Rite with Zen for the purpose of creating our first clutch. After that, you need not trouble yourself over him, though he is talented.”

  “What?” she asked, confused.

  “It is traditional for the Pairs to be help-mates and companions.” Zen explained. “We will raise our clutch together and assist each other in times of sorrow. It is how our people survive.”

  “I have no people!” she screamed, struggling to rise. “I was left in a desert village and grew up knowing that I was of no people, that I had nothing to offer anyone in the way of bloodlines or in heritage.”

  “And you should have never been left with the humans.”

  All three jumped at this new voice; a powerful, dominating voice that filled the chambers and caught the attention of all in the room.

  “Father!” both Zen and Zol cried out, turning in eager delight to observe the male entering the room.

  “Fa—father?” she asked, before sinking back into the cushions. Looking at his man, she knew that she was in big trouble.

  Chapter 5

  Father had to be the most imposing male that she had ever seen. He stood head and shoulders above Zol, which placed him as massively large. His shoulders were rounded with corded muscle. His chest was a huge wall of muscle. It was what Zen’s chest, even as large as it was now, would be as he matured. His eyes were a bright blood red: a blood red that looked as if they encompassed all collective knowledge of the world, desert lands included.

  His hair was nearly white it was so blond, his skin as dark as the sands at night. He moved with an innate sense of power, of leashed fury that he could at any time release to destroy an enemy.

  And he was as naked as the other two.

  Her eyes automatically dropped to observe his … male … endowments and she almost choked on her tongue. His cock was as large as … Deserts steeds were small when compared … His cockhead hit him mid-thigh. And it wasn’t even hard!

  “Father!” Zol cried out again, almost as if propelled by magic, the black haired male was across the room and in Father’s arms. “How I have missed you.”

  “Zol,” he purred, the depth and strength in his voice almost knocking her flat on the bedding. “I have missed you, my mate.”

  “And I you, Kyotyte.” That said, Zol found himself hefted higher in the silver haired male’s arms, his mouth covered by a dominate one as large hands ran through his black hair.

  Zol moaned his delight, snuggling closer as he wrapped both legs around the new man’s waist, rubbing his growing erection against his stomach as the monster that hung between the giant’s thighs begin to rise.

  “Kyotyte?” she stuttered.

  “His official title is Father,” Zen explained, as he too rose to his feet. “Kyotyte is his name.”

  Pulling away from her, Zen moved with purpose across the room. Seeing this, Kyotyte placed Zol on his feet and turned to face his Alpha Secondary.

  “Father,” Zen dropped to one knee, his right hand striking his chest in a respectful, ceremonial manner.

  “Rise, my Secondary.” Father intoned and Zen rose to his feet.

  “All is as you left, and our Triad … Quad remains strong.”

  Kyotyte’s eyebrows rose at this, yet a small smile spread across his full lips. “And with a glad heart, I again assume leadership over the … the Quad.”

  Then Zen was in his arms and Kyotyte was lowering his head and their tongues were…

  “Oh my,” she said aloud. She watched them as they kissed; Kyotyte’s tongue invading Zen’s mouth, assaulting it, while Zen gripped his shoulders, moaning softly as his cock began to grow erect.

  Her words broke them apart and drew all their eyes to her.

  “You have found your mate, Zen,” he spoke softly, as if afraid to spook her. “You must introduce me to this precious female.”

  “She has no name, Father,” Zen spoke as he reached out and took Kyotyte’s hand, leading him towards her.

  “Zen calls her Shrill,” Zol added. “With good reason, too.”

  “Shrill?” Kyotyte raised one silver eyebrow. “She should have a proper name, Zenxian.”

  “I tried to assist and was nearly deafened,” Zol pouted a bit, then grinned as he followed. “But she has spirit and I believe I can like her. I would learn to love her if she stopped calling me empty-headed.”

  She blushed at that, looking nervously at the one called Father.

  It was obvious that there really was no blood between the three men. They were just too different. But there was a connection, a relationship, a bond that was obvious between the three of them that made their story all the more convincing.

  “Assist?” Kyotyte laughed. “More like you bulldozed your way in and tried to take over.”

  “Well,” Zol laughed. “A direct approach is always the best.”

  “Except when dealing with females,” Zen added. “I don’t think she believes us, Kyo. She thinks we are all mad. She was reared by humans, so I was trying to explain the Quad.”

  “Mad?” Kyotyte chuckled making her want to slink back deeper into the bedding. “Then I must endeavor to correct any misconceptions about Dragonish.”

  “She believes we are humans,” Zol chimed in.

  “And did you show her otherwise?” Kyo asked his Secondary.

  “I was going to, but then Zol scared her and her mating pains grew bad.”

  “And after?” Kyo queried.

  “We tried to explain the Quad.” Zen glanced at her as he replied.

  “And how could she believe anything about our society when she does not believe that we exist?” This from a reasonable sounding Kyo. “You could have done this.”

  And in a blink of an eye, Kyotyte seemed to explode in a cloud of smoke, and in his place, there was a massively huge, frightfully enormous, sleek black dragon; one with smoke billowing from its fire-pit sized nostrils and banking fire with its large red eyes.

  It dominated the room, crowding the other two men closer towards the bedding, seeming to suck the very air from the room as it inhaled, the sound something akin to a fire-hill exploding.

  And just as quickly, there stood the naked man again, looking curiously at her through intelligent red eyes.

  “Well?”

  “You…” she managed. “You … I … big…” Then her world went dark.

  Chapter 6

  It was the pain that woke her up, even though she had been better off sleeping.

  Groaning, she curled onto her side, hoping against hope that the ache would ease a little, but it was no use. Her eyes were open and she was once again staring out at her cool yet colorful new world.

  She looked up at the high vaulted ceilings and supposed that they needed to be that high if people were going to turn into big, smoking lizards.

  Oh yeah. Her new reality.

  Had that man r
eally turned into a dragon? Dragonish, they called themselves, so she supposed he really wasn’t a man.

  But he looked so much like the men she knew, well, better looking and more proportionate than the men she knew, but there was no denying the fact that they were absolutely male.

  And if what they said was true about them being Dragonish, then what they said about their Quad and their procreation rites had to be true, too.

  And if that was true that meant that she really wasn’t human.

  But she felt so human, as much the same as she had felt her entire life!

  How could all of that be wrong?

  And if she wasn’t human, then what was she? Was she Dragonish?

  Well, she had certainly never felt the urge to grow into a massive lizard and start flying around the room, even though that could have been one way to deal with the chieftain’s ogre of a son. But there was no denying the fact that she was as she always would be a human … no, a female without a family or a real home.

  “I am so alone,” she breathed, rubbing at her abdomen, wishing that Zen was there to ease her pain just a little.

  “And why would you believe that?”

  She jumped in surprise, wincing as the aching started anew, and twisted her head to the side to stare at the male in question.

  “Believe that I am alone?” she spoke softly, her voice showing signs of pain. “Because I am.”

  “You are not, my mate,” Zen grinned. “You have me and the whole Quad now.”

  She wanted to deny it, to turn away, to find any excuse to run from this place, but there was no denying that something about them, about this man especially, intrigued and called to her.

  “The whole Quad?” she asked. “Even—even the big one…”

  “Father,” Zen answered with a chuckle. “Even he considers you one of his … even if you did pass out at the sight of his primary form.”

  “Primary?”

  “Yes,” he chuckled. “These human-like shells serve a purpose as does our mating Quads.”

  “Purpose?” the ache was growing. She was getting tired of being in pain.

  “Yes, you see, you are female…” He began.

  “But not human.” she interrupted. She couldn’t seem to help herself.

  “Not human. Dragonish, as the rest of us are, but there is a difference. Dragonish females do not change. This is your primary form.”

  “While the big lizards are your primary form.”

  “Yes.” he smiled.

  “Why?” she lay back in the bedding and listened, noting that he really did have nice eyes.

  “Because we defend. Our females never leave our aeries.”

  “Because this is our primary form,” she repeated, trying to make sense of all this information.

  “Yes, it is rather fragile,” he explained. “That is also the reason that we can take this secondary form. So that we can mate without doing you harm.”

  “If the females never leave these places … I assume that we are high up?”

  “Yes.”

  “So how did I wind up on the desert? And where are my parents?”

  “I … I do not know,” he admitted. “But we can find out as soon as we discover your bloodlines.”

  “My bloodlines?”

  “You are a pure blood. If you were not, then you would not be experiencing the mating pain. Mixed bloods are not fertile, therefore are not burdened with the pain you are experiencing.”

  She nodded, not saying anything after that, but his closeness, the scent of him … it was distracting and it was making the pain worse.

  “So … you are my chosen mate.”

  “As decreed by fate.”

  “And I will have to mate with all of you?”

  “What … what disturbs you so in this, my mate? I know that I am not commonly fair, that my face is … rather … plain, but the others, Father and Zol, do they not make up for what I lack?” he asked hesitantly.

  “Not…?” Was he saying that he was ugly? Zen was the most beautiful male that she had ever seen! In the short time that she had known him, she knew that she had tried his patience and had yelled and screamed at him, but unlike the men of her village, he had never threatened her. He had never tried to punish her, to talk down to her, or harm her in any way. In fact, he seemed to think that she was … worthy.

  “Zen, you are the most perfect male I have ever seen.” The sincerity in her words was apparent. Zen smiled.

  “Then you will have no objection,” his smile became a bit broader as he reached out and began to softly caress her face, easing the nearly unbearable ache. “Look,” he urged, reaching out to shift her whole body. “See how they dance for us?”

  And she gasped, staring at the most beautiful sight she had ever seen. Kyo and Zol were intertwined on the ground pillowed by a silken fall of black and white hair; their pale bodies contrasting beautifully, engaged in the act of mating.

  Zol lay on his back, his arms tangled in Kyo’s long white hair as he arched up into the caress of his older mate. He chewed on his lower lip, nearly drawing blood as Kyo’s long tongue lapped lazily at one dark red engorged nipple.

  “Yes, Father,” he hissed, his head whipping from side to side as his body shuddered in ecstasy. “Right there!”

  Kyo’s low chuckles made Zol’s body quiver hard. Sweat formed on his body, giving him an almost golden glow. The contrast between Zol’s pale beauty and Kyo’s overt dark masculinity was striking, erotic, more pleasing to the eye than anything that she had ever seen before.

  “Everything and anything your body craves and your heart desires,” Kyo murmured, his grumbling voice sending tremors through all the observers. Any thoughts about the fact that they were not alone never concerned Kyo. He was intent on his smaller mate’s pleasure.

  He slid down, leaving a glistening trail of silver sticking to his lover’s body as he trailed kisses and licks from an obscenely long tongue down the cobbled abs past the small indentation of an unusually shallow navel.

  Zol shrieked at this as Kyo obviously hit a sensitive spot. He curled around his mate, spreading his legs, inviting him to further explore the delights of his body.

  “Beautiful,” Kyo purred, caressing the creamy thighs with his large hands, delighting in the contrast between the two of them. For as powerfully built as Zol was, he was still considerably smaller when compared to his own bulk. He liked that contrast. It sent dominating feelings through him. He loved covering his smaller mate, loved the gift of willing submissiveness his lover gave to him. It endeared the smaller male to him and bound him closer to his heart.

  It was a gift, which he respected as much as he reveled.

  “My beautiful Zol,” he continued, reaching up to brush his fingers against Zol’s hard long prick, which was leaking copious amounts of slick fluid onto his stomach. “How you weep for me.”

  “For … for joy, Father,” Zol mewled, forcing his eyes open to the bright red ones that carefully examined his body. “Only for you, Kyo.”

  “As it should be,” Kyo snarled, before lowering his head and attacking his lover’s cock, wrapping his tongue around it, sucking down the fluid that freely flowed.

  Zol, as his submissive pairing, would only show a sign of fertility when being sexually stimulated by his Alpha. Of course, he could have sex with another, though their paired mating bond would prevent the desire. But for any other, his body would not prove fertile. He would be able to achieve an erection and even orgasm if his partner were skilled enough. But this liquid show of fertility, this was reserved only for his destined Alpha, the lover for whom he would bear female children.

  Zol shrieked, his eyes widening before they slammed shut, the pleasure almost painful as his body began to burn.

  Kyo was running that slick tongue all around his prick, his fingers caressing and tugging at his full balls. Fire was running through his veins as his lover threatened to drown him in sensuality.

  “Father,” he moaned. “Father. P
lease! Kyo!”

  His body was feeling empty. His anal passage was in spasm, clenching around nothing but the memory of his lover’s large cock filling him, tingling his nerve endings, the delicious burn of penetration.

  He could feel his back passage grow moist in preparation for the deep penetration that he longed for.

  “Kyo…” He moaned again, his fingers tightening almost painfully in the silver hair that covered him.

  Chuckling, Kyo pulled back and flipped his lover over onto his stomach, pushing his long, dark hair aside to expose the golden flesh of his back, marred only by the binding mark, a series of small neat bites that formed a unique pattern.

  “My mate,” Kyo purred, his obsidian body nearly glowing with heat as he observed the prone body of his lover. “Mine.”

  Then he lowered his body, covering his lover again, surrounding him with his essence, his heat, his fire.

  He nipped at the exposed and vulnerable neck as Zol twisted his head to the side, eagerly encouraging his taking. “Please?”

  Kyo laved that tender spot, lapping at the bite mark already present before licking down his long, sleek back, nipping and smoothing at each vertebra. This was his body, his domain, and he cherished every inch of it.

  He slid lower, palming and caressing the full cheeks that protected his most favored playground, parting his mate and exposing him to his view. The small pink rosebud was glistening with his mate’s desire. He gently blew warm air across the puckered entrance and watched as it trembled. His mate moaned his hungry acceptance of the gesture and his want of more.

  “Here?” he asked as he lowered his head and gently ran his tongue over his mate’s opening, chuckling as Zol squealed his pleasure and pushed back into the caress. “I assume that is a yes,” he chuckled again before lowering his head and beginning to feast in earnest.

  “Kyo!” Zol screamed, dropping his head and raising his ass high. He whimpered at the unbelievable sensations of his mind-blowing caress. He felt his whole body shudder and open for his lover and mate. His fingers clawed at the small pile of pillows they romped on, rending them and sending their stuffing, a multitude of small white feathers, floating in the air around them. “Please, Father! Please!”