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  They saluted him, and in unison said, “Sir!”

  “Your names?”

  The male spoke first. “Ezra, sir.”

  “Nadine, sir.”

  “At ease, warriors. Have you made the preparations?”

  “Yes, the rooms are ready.” Nadine stepped closer and looked down at Eve. “She must be freezing. Come in.”

  Nash stepped up on the porch and looked down at Eve. Her eyes were still closed in peaceful slumber. He pulled her close then sent to his lead warriors flying above, Break up into two twelve-hour shifts. One keeps watch, the other rests. During your rest periods, I will be selecting two immortals off-duty to report to me.

  The leads acknowledged the order and began giving out assignments to their teams.

  The inside of the house had a small entry with a wooden bench. The interior gave off a simplistic feel with its wood paneling, textured ceilings, and secondhand furniture.

  “This way.” Ezra pointed down the hallway and to the left.

  When they got to the last opening on the right, the male warrior disarmed the magical lock and opened the door. In the middle of the room was the entrance, a hatch with a ladder to the first level of the complex. Rather than use the ladder, Nash floated down the opening with Eve in his arms. Fifty feet down he landed softly on the platform, a circular room with four doors evenly distributed around the walls. Ezra and Nadine landed next to him.

  The passageway had multiple doors on either side. In the middle of the tunnel, Ezra stepped ahead. He opened a door on the left.

  “Here’s her room. Your observation room is next door.”

  Nash stepped in. Blistering hot anger seethed inside his guts at the thought of watching Eve with other immortals. It looked like an average bedroom. It had a king bed, nightstands and lamps, dresser, and a mirror. Another door in the room led to a bathroom with a shower, commode, sink, and mirror.

  Both mirrors looked typical enough but were instead two-way, so he could monitor Eve from his temporary quarters.

  Nadine pulled the top sheet and blanket down, fluffed the pillows, then stepped aside.

  Nash gently placed Eve on the bed. She shifted slightly but didn’t awaken. He covered her with the bedding. She looked beautiful and peaceful. He wanted to climb into bed with her and hold her tight against his body. He’d never before experienced such a reaction with a woman… not until Eve.

  “Sir,” Nadine whispered. “You best get some rest yourself. We can start with the first candidates in the morning.”

  Nash clenched his jaw tight but nodded.

  How the hell could he watch Eve, stripped, between two lusty soldiers without committing murder?

  * * * *

  I walk with Mommy, hand in hand, through a meadow of wild flowers, listening intently as Mommy hums a sweet lullaby. I spot my white teddy bear, a wicker basket, and a portable radio all resting on a blanket in the middle of the field. Me and Mommy sit down together at our ready-made picnic. The breeze feels good on my face, and the fresh chocolate chip cookies smell wonderful. Mommy smiles, leans down—

  A creaking sound tore into Eve’s awareness. The dream ended, snatching away Mommy’s treasured image.

  A door slammed shut and consciousness jerked her fully awake.

  “Hello, Ms. Rousseau.”

  Her eyes popped open like a cheap roller shade pulled too hard. Reality slammed into her as she found two strangers, both male, standing between her bed and the door—her only possible exit. In an instant, her heartbeat cranked up, all but pulverizing her ribs.

  She tugged the covers over her naked body. The white robe was long gone. Had Nash removed it when he put her in this room? Had he looked his fill? She should call him every sort of pervert, but the thought of his dark eyes on her every curve and secret crevice made her shiver. He’d been so different with her earlier during the flight. Tender and kind, assuring her Kro was not dead. Thank God Kro’s alive.

  “Ms. Rousseau?” One of the strangers prompted, bringing her back to the here and now. His eyes were brown, like Nash’s.

  Shit! No windows. No phone. No convenient weapons. They must be more of David’s cronies—immortals, no doubt. She grabbed the lamp and hurled it at the one closest to her. Calmly, he caught it and sat it on the floor.

  “Ms. Rousseau, we’re not here to hurt you.”

  “No, you’re here to breed me.”

  “Immortals can’t breed,” brown eyes said quietly.

  The other man stepped to the far side of the bed. His eyes were green, just like Kro’s. “But we sure can try, and with such a fucking gorgeous human, it’ll be fun. I’m Wright. He’s Quade.”

  Her blood froze. “Wow, you introduce yourself before you fuck me against my will. What manners.”

  Wright didn’t reply, while Quade stared into the mirror above the dresser for a long minute.

  Then Quade nodded and turned back. “We’ll make sure this is pleasurable for you. It’s our mission to activate your bloodline power and bind you to the Alliance. Without this, you will die.”

  “So I’ve been told, but I have until I turn twenty-nine. I’ve got almost four years. What’s the rush?”

  Quade pivoted back to his reflection. What the hell is he doing? “Making sure every hair is in place?” She mocked.

  Quade smiled. “Something like that.”

  Wright’s gaze glimmered wickedly. Of the two men, he seemed by far the more dangerous.

  “One of you is supposed to be an angel, and the other one is supposed to be a jinn.” Eve pointed to Wright. “Which immortal are you?”

  “I’m the kind that’s gonna enjoy fucking you from behind.”

  Suddenly, Wright’s leer fell and he jerked around to stare at the mirror again. Then he sighed and grumbled, “Yes, sir.”

  Someone was watching from behind that mirror and giving orders. She’d bet anything it was Nash. Was he really willing to peep at her—and do nothing to help her—while these two strangers took her against her will? Bastard!

  Eve looked directly into the middle of the glass. “Too scared to get on top of me yourself? So you send in your boys. Classy, Nash. Real classy.”

  The men’s attention fixed on her. Quade waved his hand over her, and the blankets disappeared, exposing her naked body.

  She hated that her hands trembled. She clenched her fists, desperately trying not to show any fear.

  “Nice trick,” she spat, refusing to play fair. “You usually need tricks and spells to get lucky?”

  Their clothes magically disappeared, revealing cocks that stood at attention like good little soldiers. Inside her, fear and anger mixed like dynamite and flames. Whatever she needed to do to get free of this nightmare, she would do.

  “So, how are you going to rape me exactly? I’d like to know the plan.” Get close enough to me, and I’ll kick and claw the hell out of you.

  Wordlessly, their hands came down like vise grips, each anchoring an arm and leg. She tried to thrash free, but they held her tight.

  Wright moved in close, his face inches from her breasts, his breath skating over her skin. He dipped down and licked her stomach, flicking his tongue in her belly button. “Tasty.”

  Her thoughts whizzed and popped like an old pinball machine. How could she just lie back and let them take her? Give up? Give herself away? Not my style. She didn’t trust David and his schemes, but how could she stop these two immortals, each with an arsenal of unknown magical powers? It was impossible. She couldn’t without help.

  Closing her eyes, she took in a long breath. She felt teeth clamping down on her nipple, and at the ripple of tingling pain, Eve gasped and opened her eyes. Wright’s mouth covered her left breast. He had a lascivious leer all over his face. Again, she tried to free herself from their holds. Nothing.

  She looked up at Quade with eyes both splitting mad and pleading.

  He smiled kindly. “I promise you will enjoy this. I’ve had hundreds years experience pleasing women. Please let yourse
lf relax.”

  “How old are you?”

  “Five hundred and twelve, but most guess me at thirty.” He winked.

  “Angel or jinn?” She tried to sound calm through her panic.

  “Jinn.” He ran a soothing hand over her shoulder.

  “So, your nasty buddy with the sharp teeth here is an angel?”

  Quade frowned. “Yes.”

  “Could have fooled me. So you’re forcing me to have sex for my own benefit? Wow, my heroes,” she snarked.

  “Ms. Rousseau, if you’ll stop fighting and connect to us, we’ll be able to give you the sort of climaxes you didn’t know were possible.”

  Connect to them? She never did that. Ever. She’d come close with Kro, but now? It was not happening with strangers. Besides, she wouldn’t give David the satisfaction.

  “Please tell your friend to get his angelic maw off of my breast.” She normally enjoyed nipple teasing. Not tonight, though. Her breasts ached, and her body vibrated with undercurrents of pain and something unwanted. Blood rushed to the hard tips.

  Wright lifted his head, his lusty face absent of any hesitation. He waved his hands, and she felt invisible restraints wrap around her wrists and ankles. When they tightened, her body lay out spread-eagle. Panic boiled up inside her.

  She struggled but found quickly that she couldn’t move an inch. Every fiber of her being, inside and out, wanted to run. But they’d made that impossible.

  “What the hell are you doing?” she demanded.

  “Do you think chaining her is necessary?” Quade stepped back and peered at her reluctantly.

  Wright’s hands cupped her breasts. “Why not? She looks hot.”

  “YOU ASSHOLE!” She struggled against the tethers, writhing with all her might, but they held her firm.

  “Very hot.” Wright leered. “We’ve got ourselves a screamer.”

  Quade snapped, “Shut up, Wright.”

  The nasty angel wasn’t going to stop no matter how badly she resisted and no matter how much she didn’t want this.

  Eve dipped down deep into her thoughts. She needed to sever the connection between her mind and body and what these immortals were doing to it.

  Even as she tried, the jinn’s fingers danced over her frame, cascading down the side of her neck, tickling the soft skin under her arm, pressing ever so lightly on her breasts. His angelic partner pinched, tweaked, and nipped her torso. Her mind remained locked as tight as the restraints even though their wicked touches on her body fired every nerve ending.

  God, no!

  “Ms. Rousseau, we won’t rush. I want you to breathe slowly.” Quade’s voice was mesmerizing, and it resounded with sincerity. He massaged her legs expertly, his lips inching toward her own. Her tension began to ease. Wright, too, began moving slow and easy, with a light touch on her neck that caused her skin to burn.

  She couldn’t stand this. No one should be in control of her sexual response except her, and Nash forced his soldiers on her with innuendo and gentle touches, trying to pry a response out of her. She was as human as the next girl but way tougher. No way was she putting up with this shit.

  “Stop them, Nash. I know you can hear me.”

  Nothing.

  She closed her eyes tight. These Alliance warriors claimed to be the good guys, but they used rape to get what they wanted? She had some kind of power that they needed. Fine, but if they activated it, would she be their prisoner for the rest of her life, to be used at David’s discretion? How many immortals would she have to bed? How often would Nash watch? Her stomach clenched.

  Damn it! She needed to act fast.

  Quade moved lower, his tongue gliding down her side toward her hip. Wright tweaked one nipple and sucked on the other. Eve flinched, eyes still closed, willing herself to feel nothing.

  She felt the tethers on her wrists and ankles relax then release. Quade and Wright seemed oblivious to the change in her restraints. Finally, the opportunity she needed.

  Eve opened her eyes. Wait for it.

  Quade licked her leg. Wright shifted, giving her the perfect shot. She jerked her leg, using her foot to shove Quade away, and then shot her fist out, straight into Wright’s groin.

  Wright jumped back and doubled over, groaning.

  Quade tilted his head. “Wright, did you remove your spell?”

  He choked out, “N-no.”

  The jinn turned to the mirror, then back to Eve. “You’ve got more tricks, I bet.”

  “You can count on that.” Eve jumped out of the bed and darted for the door.

  Quade stepped aside. “Give the handle a try. The door is magically locked. I don’t think even a bloodliner could get through it.”

  Eve rolled her eyes. She touched the doorknob, but it didn’t turn. Damn.

  “We got off on the wrong foot, Ms. Rousseau. I’m sorry about that.” He reached out and took her hands. His brown eyes, so like another’s, never wavered from her, and she didn’t pull away. “You’re a very beautiful woman who just learned about the invisible world of immortals and that you’re a part of it. I don’t want to force you to do anything you don’t want to do, but the stakes are higher than my wants—or yours.”

  “Your stakes, not mine.”

  “You’re wrong. I heard about your harrowing evening at the diner. You think those demons were scary, you should meet their bosses. And you will if we don’t follow David’s orders.”

  God, what if Quade was right? Was she being foolish to resist? Could she save herself by following their immortal recipe? Well, Quade was a jinn, Wright was an angel, and she was what exactly? Scared. Not willing to open up. She’d charted her own course for so long she didn’t know how to live otherwise. And if she did give in to David’s wishes, it would be with Kro and a jinn of her choosing.

  Nash? Yes. No sense denying it. If she must triple, then he was the jinn she wanted. Because he was a challenge? Because despite his caustic remarks she trusted that he wouldn’t hurt her? Nash was the kind of person that wouldn’t ask for her to connect, he would demand it. That scared the hell of her, since she doubted she could resist. Yet, something about him pulled at her when she really should feel nothing more than contempt. If she got a taste of what he could offer, would she be able to walk away? She’d barely been able to do that with Kro. With both of them surrounding her, overwhelming her, Eve wasn’t so sure.

  “You deserve to be pleasured, to not have a care in the world.” Quade continued, his voice smoothing out her anxiety.

  Her thoughts softened then faded. Part of her screamed to hold onto her fears, to make an escape plan. But her mind drifted with each syllable from… Whom? She couldn’t remember his name…

  Eve had never been hypnotized, but suspected this was how it must feel. She closed her eyes, losing herself to the sleepiness. Colors of green and blue whirled around her.

  Eve felt Kro’s kisses rounding her nipples, sucking then biting gently. Nash’s hands settled lower, one teasing her backside, the other placed flat on her vulva, middle finger sliding between her lips, tip moving in and out of her pussy. She felt moisture seeping from her body. Nash’s fingers, now soaked, covered her clit then moved in deliciously slow circles. Her body vibrated. Her orgasm was close. Shivers rolled over her.

  “Quade, we need to get inside her now. She’s about to come.”

  At the sound of their voices, reality intruded. Her body stiffened, and she pushed back her looming climax.

  Somehow, she’d drifted off listening to Quade’s mesmerizing voice, fantasizing that she was with Kro and Nash. Clearly, she wasn’t. Quade and Wright had tricked her with magic.

  “Bastards!”

  Sandwiched on the bed between Quade’s and Wright’s muscled bodies and their rock hard cocks ready to enter her, she glared at the mirror. “Nash, you’re really going to let them do this? You don’t have the balls to come lay me yourself!”

  Chapter 5

  1) At the rising of the sun on the first day of the month of Asvina, th
e angel Rajiah appeared unto me. 2) I bowed low and said, “Mighty Rajiah, I am your humble servant.” 3) The angel said unto me, “Rise up, bloodliner.” 4) I rose and said, “Why have you honored such a lowly mortal with your angelic presence once again?” 5) Rajiah did not answer but said, “Timu, if a jinn knocks on your door, will you open it?” I answered, “I will.” The angel said, “If a jinn asks you for food, will you place your best fruits and wine on your table?” I answered, “I will.” 6) The angel said, “If a jinn seeks shelter for a night, will you extend an invitation?” I answered, “I will. But not just for a night and a day. I will offer my house for a month.” 7) Rajiah spread his wings, flew into the air, circled above my head, and then shouted down to me, “Timu, you are the wisest of all mortals, for whatever a jinn longs for, he will find a way to possess. Wise Timu, if you meet such an immortal, tremble and hold back nothing he requests.” 8) I watched as the angel flew higher into the sky. His last words that morning came like thunder. 9) “Hear my words, lovers of the Light, fear the hunger of the jinn.”

  The Book of Timu: Verses 1 through 9—Chapter 2

  * * * *

  Watching Quade and Wright caressing Eve pushed Nash to the edge. When she accused him of not having the balls to lay her himself, all his resolve went AWOL, shoving him past his limits like a rocket. His blood boiled, burning with a potent possessiveness.

  Fuck!

  He should continue to follow David’s orders and allow the two immortals to finish their tripling with Eve. But Nash didn’t believe for a second that either Quade or Wright were any part of her perfect triad. Bloodline magic mystified him. Hell, it seemed to mystify even Nash’s commander.

  But how much did Nash really understand about her bloodline power? A few weeks earlier, he’d seen red energy shooting out of her cousin Micki at Zone Three the same night she met Jared and Bradley. Tonight, Eve didn’t emit even the smallest spark, even with Quade’s and Wright’s caresses.

  If any of these experimental triplings had a chance of working, Eve’s defiance had to be dealt with. Nash knew precisely how to handle that. But was he only trying to convince himself so he would have a chance to fuck her?