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“They’re only scratches.” Krysta tried to protest but Lothar was in front of her and Mace behind. She wasn’t going anywhere until her wounds were healed.

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“It will take but a moment, Lady.” Lothar reached out one fingertip and drew it over the worst of the cuts—the one on her thigh. Mace felt a crackle of electricity along his skin as if the air itself reacted to the man’s power. Mace stared as the wound healed before his eyes, sealing up as Lothar’s finger passed over it. He did the same with the other small cuts on her arms and legs. In all, it took only moments, but the effects were startling. Krysta was as good as new, though a little bloodstained.

Mace had never seen the like. True healers often took long moments of concentration on their task for only slight improvement to their patient. Never had Mace seen a wound heal so completely, so quickly, with no apparent drain to the healer.

“Your power is amazing,” Mace said, unable to keep the astonishment from his voice. “I thank you for helping my lady.”

“It’s always a pleasure to assist a lovely woman—” Lothar winked at Krysta, grinning, “—and a skilled warrioress.”

“Thank you, Lothar.” Krysta’s voice was softer than Mace liked when she spoke to another man.

The fair rogue lifted her hand to his lips and kissed it before departing. Mace gritted his teeth and held back a growl, but Krysta must have sensed his mood. She turned to hug him, reaching up to kiss his cheek before twirling away to clean off the blood and get back into the ring.

Mace decided to work off his momentary anger in training and spent the rest of the day pummeling someone or being pummeled in return. It was an altogether satisfying day, spent learning from some of the finest warriors in all the world. Mace settled down to learn and felt, by the end of the day, he’d come out wiser.

Dinner that night was a quieter affair than the night before. The minstrels played for a shorter time, and most of their songs were sad. It was clear the fair folk would miss William when he left in the morning.

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Some brought him little gifts as they left the hall for the night, pressing kisses of farewell on his cheek and some of the more motherly women shedding a tear or two for his departure.

Several gave gifts to Krysta and her mates, and a few had things for the dragons as well. Most were small gifts that could be easily carried on their long journey, and some were practical gifts that they could use along the way. Krysta amassed a collection of colorful silk scarves, finely woven to the consistency of a spider’s web. They were huge swaths of fabric, but folded up to mere nothings and would travel well. The weaving of the fair folk was reputed to be nearly indestructible as well as gorgeous.

The colorful silks gave her an idea she decided to put to use later, after they retired for the night. She asked Margan, the pennywhistle player of the night before, covertly, if the loan of a lute could be arranged. The woman was more than happy to assist with Krysta’s little plan, promising a lute would be waiting in their room when they went to bed.

True to her word, the lute was lying across the covers when Krysta entered with her men. Drake saw it immediately and went to pick it up, strumming the strings contemplatively.

“What’s this?”

Krysta shrugged. “Just a little something I arranged. Would you mind playing for me tonight?”

“You know I’ll play for you anytime, sweetheart. Anywhere.” The drawl of his voice fired her senses as she went behind the screen to set the stage.

“Good, then warm up a bit. I want your fingers to be nice and loose when you play the
velorania
for me.”

Drake reclined on the large bed, smiling broadly. “We’re in for a treat, Mace. Have you ever seen the Jinn veil dance?” He began warming up his fingers with a few runs on the lute, breaking into a soft, seductive tune as he helped his little Jinn warrior woman set the mood.

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Mace shrugged as he sat on the other side of the large bed, removing his boots. “I’ve never even heard of it.”

“The
velorania
is something special, my friend. Never performed lightly, and only shared among lovers—or so the legends say. I’ve only heard of it. I’ve never seen a true
velorania
myself, though all Jinn musicians know the proper tune. We play it for dancing, but the secret steps for the veil dance are known only to a Jinn female, and performed only for her mate—or mates⎯in our case.”

Drake played the short notes that began the winding tune. It started out slow and sensuous, drawing higher and tighter, shorter and faster as the melody grew. He was in the first section of the seductive tune when Krysta appeared from behind the screen.

She stood before them clothed only in the brightly colored scarves the fair folk had given her. She was utterly, devastatingly, beautiful. Drake’s fingers faltered before he gathered his wits and Krysta winked at him from under her veil. It was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen…but the night promised to bring even further delights he could only imagine.

The dance started slowly, and built. The first section, she’d been taught, was for Krysta to make her man more comfortable. She teased Mace, sitting on his lap for short moments as she danced around him, each time she came near, undoing a button or untying a knot that would eventually have him naked. When she had his chest bare, she dropped to her knees, swaying in time with the music between his spread legs. She brushed up against him in the moves of the ancient dance, using her fingers to free his thick cock from his leggings.

She dipped her head, letting her hair and the soft silk of the scarves trail over his erection, then moved away to dance for him as he took the initiative and shucked his leathers. She undulated her torso and shook her breasts under the thin veils, beginning the next section of the dance as she slowly pulled away the trailing veils. These were the smaller scarves she’d tucked in here and there among the longer veils she’d used to wrap www.samhainpublishing.com 191

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her body. There were more layers than anyone would have guessed from looking at her, but the silk was so thin and transparent, it was deceptive.

She stripped off the smaller scarves, moving forward and back to tease the soft material against Mace’s hard body. She wrapped them around his arms, his hands, his legs, and even his cock, using the gentle friction to drive him to a fever pitch.

The dance was working.

Soon she was left in nothing but the long veils she’d twined around her person in the ancient pattern. Now came the next part of the dance. Obligingly, the music changed subtly, growing faster and more intense.

Krsyta drifted closer to Mace, holding out one corner of a scarf she’d untucked for him to take in his teeth. As the music increased slightly, she twirled out of the wrapping, uncovering a bit more of her skin to the night air and leaving Mace with the colorful silk veil in his lap. He discarded it quickly, reaching forward with his mouth for another of the strategically tucked scarves. This one was tucked in between her breasts. She covered his head with her hands as she snuggled his face between the soft mounds, allowing him time to nip at her skin under the soft veils, then drew away when he had the tail of the scarf between his teeth once more.

Spinning a little more quickly now, the veil unwound from around her body as Mace watched, transfixed. Oh, how she liked that look on his face. It told her the dance was working its magic. He was completely under her spell.

She glanced at Drake, glad to see him smile. Because he played the music, this veil dance was primarily for Mace, but she could tell from Drake’s expression he didn’t begrudge the quiet knight the treat, and Drake was enjoying the view as well, if the hard-on in his pants was any indication. She blew Drake a kiss as she coaxed Mace’s hands to another tucked scarf point.

She spun away and more of her body was revealed. The music grew now, as she repeated the forward and back motions, each time she twirled away, removing another veil and coming closer to the climax of the dance. Mace was breathing hard now, his cock rising high against his belly.

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The music wound to a final crescendo and Krysta stopped all movement, her final pose one of complete abandon. Her legs were parted, showcasing her moist folds, her arms thrown up and back, lifting her ripe breasts like offerings. Her mouth was open, lips pouting and wanton, and her eyes flashed desire at her mates.

Mace was too far gone by that point to do anything other than drag her down onto the bed. He mounted her swiftly, driving his cock home into her yearning passage. She cried out at the force of him, as keyed up from the dance as he was.

Drake placed the lute aside and watched, undressing as Mace pounded into their mate, enjoying the view. He’d participated in group pleasure several times before with the Jinn—most recently standing as witness for Nico and Riki’s marriage—but this was so much different than the casual joinings he’d enjoyed before. This was forever. This was his woman, his wife. And Mace was his fighting partner, the only man in the world Drake would ever consider sharing Krysta with, for he knew if anything should happen to him, Mace would be there for her. It was a comforting thought, though Drake wouldn’t have believed it before.

This joining was just for them. The dragons were not driving him and Mace with their lusts. The dragons lay by the fire in the hall, necks entwined as they suppressed their own desires in favor of sleep. They knew they’d need all their strength for the long flight tomorrow. It was tough on the newly mated dragons, but Drake had the feeling they’d all be making up for it when they were finally home and safe. Chances were, they wouldn’t leave their suite for a week while the dragons flew almost non-stop, making up for lost time.

But this joining was special in another way. This was the first time Krysta had initiated intimacy. She was a powerful woman and this blatant display proved beyond doubt that this—her two mates—were her choice, and her pleasure.

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She moaned as Mace increased his pace. Drake knew by looking at them, this first time would be quick. Drake was already hard as a pike as he shucked his leathers and drew closer to the bed. Kneeling on one side by Krysta’s head, Drake felt his cock twitch with need when Mace lifted off her prone form to dig into her pussy with short, quick, deep strokes. Drake watched his friend’s staff spear into their woman and felt himself tremble as Krysta’s little hand reached around his cock and drew it to her lips.

Refocusing on her face, Drake saw she’d turned her head toward him, those pouty lips open and wanting as she tugged him forward. Drake went willingly, watching as Krysta’s tongue peeked out to swipe at the tip of him. She smiled and he felt his knees go weak. When she opened her mouth again, she took him inside and Drake was powerless to control the thrust of his hips as she encouraged him to fuck her mouth as Mace fucked her pussy.

Judging by the pace Mace set, it wouldn’t be long now. Drake reached down and palmed her breast, glad when his fighting partner worked in concert, raising one hand to tug at Krysta’s other nipple. She moaned around Drake’s cock, the vibrations shooting right up his spine. She followed that with a hard suck that almost made him shoot his load right on the spot. Drake stilled, his cock loving the warm, wet place and agile tongue stroking it.

“You do that too well.” Drake’s voice was full of admiration. The Lady had truly blessed him when She’d brought Krysta to him—in so many ways. Not the least of which, at the moment, was the fact she was some kind of sex goddess. Drake held her gaze as she blinked up at him, temptation in her gorgeous grey eyes.

Mace groaned, drawing his attention and Drake looked over to see the knight gasping as his crisis drew closer. Mace held both of Krysta’s legs up and out now, pushing into her from a sitting position that allowed Drake to watch every thrust. It made his mouth water and his dick twitch.

Krysta was near the edge, but not as close as Mace. Drake could see it in her lovely eyes, hear it in her whimpers of pleasure. She needed a little something extra if she was going to come with Mace. Luckily, that’s where Drake could help.

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He reached down and stroked his fingers through the sparse curls at the juncture of her thighs. Like most warriors, she trimmed herself there. How Drake would enjoy helping her the next time she felt the need to barber herself. But that thought was for another time. Right now he had to concentrate on ratcheting her arousal up another few notches, so she’d be ready to fly when Mace was. Judging by the look of the man, that would be any time now.

Drake withdrew his cock from the hot cavern of her mouth and got down on his stomach, partially over her as he kissed her sweet lips. Their tongues dueled as her body shivered with Mace’s pounding thrusts. Drake left her mouth, using his hands and lips to trace down her body, pausing for a delicious moment at her breasts.

He sucked her nipples into his mouth one by one, plumping and teasing her with nimble fingers. His teeth nibbled gently on her delicate skin as her breathing increased.

One hand strayed downward to reclaim the womanly curls at her apex. Dipping lower, Drake ran one finger down into her folds as Mace hesitated only briefly before continuing his assault on her feminine core.

Drake turned his head to look up at the knight. Mace nodded shortly, his expression one of fierce concentration. They were of one mind in that moment. Mace didn’t want to come until Krysta had. And Drake was just the man to help them both.

Delving deeper, Drake found the hard nubbin of flesh that made Krysta squirm with excitement. Palpitating it with one long finger, he turned back to watch her eyes dilate and felt and increase in her slick fluids near his fingers. Mace groaned as Drake smiled.