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Authors: Madelyn Porter

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“What kind of craziness have you brought me into?” Rachel whispered,
more to herself than to them. “This is crazy. I don’t know why we’re even
discussing this. You’re royalty, both of you. I’m just some girl from America
who apparently is supposed to be running a wilderness sanctuary. We come from
literally different worlds. Now St. Joan is gone, the threat is over. I can go
home.”

“The threat is not over. The person who hired St. Joan is
still out there,” William interrupted. He had been avoiding her eyes and now
finally looked at her. “When I was held prisoner I learned only that a female
hired her to kill you. We weren’t expected to be at the sanctuary and were
merely obstacles to her real target—you. She was angered that we interrupted
her little fire show and came after us as personal revenge. With her gone, we
are safe, but…” William gave Douglas a concerned look.

“It is not safe for you to leave us,” Douglas said bluntly.
“We will keep you safe. I’ve already ordered Duncanis guards to keep watch.”

“The Cononious guards have this place well in hand,” William
protested.

“Obviously not, considering what happened,” Douglas
countered.

The men continued to argue. Rachel watched in stunned
silence. She’d never seen them like this, not towards each other. She lifted
her hand to interrupt, but couldn’t get a word in.

“Your guards let her run the forest alone,” Douglas yelled.

“She is not a prisoner. I saw no reason to order them to
stop her. How was I to know she’d just run off like that,” William returned.

“Ah, hey—” Rachel tried to insert.

“There is a killer on the loose. Of course she should be
stopped!” Douglas took an aggressive step forward, his eyes filling with
silver.


Was
on the loose. St. Joan is dead thanks to me.”
William met his challenge, puffing out his chest.

“Rachel almost died
thanks to you
.” Douglas poked
William in the shoulder.

“Guys, seriously—” Rachel tried again. They ignored her.

“And your solution was to get Rara?” William gave a derisive
laugh before pushing back. “We’ll be lucky if Rachel will let us touch her
again after that.”

Douglas stumbled but caught his footing. “Do not blame me,
at least I did something!”

“I almost prefer you shifted. As a man you are rash and bossy,”
William grumbled.

“And I prefer you shifted. As a man you are mild and
indecisive. Tobias gave you his throne and you walk around as if it is some
burden, something to be scared of. No wonder St. Joan came after you. As a
Cononious she would hardly be worried about taking out a weak leader. Find your
balls, William, and use them already. Take your throne. Take your clan. Answer
to no one but me.”

“Seriously—” Rachel said, raising her voice to be heard over
their fighting.

William’s answer was to punch Douglas across the jaw. Douglas
responded with a punch of his own. Soon the men were wrestling each other to
the ground, swinging fists and knees into their opponent. Rachel watched in
horror, demanding they stop at once. They didn’t hear her, or if they did, they
didn’t listen.

Material ripped and buttons flew in her direction. She
dodged one before moving forward to try to physically stop them. When she
grabbed hold of William’s arm, Douglas used the opening to throw another punch.
When she pulled at Douglas’s hair, William kicked the man in the side of the
thigh, causing the Duncanis chief to fall onto his side on the floor.

Rachel brushed strands of Douglas’s dark hair from her
fingers. “Fine. You two might as well keep fucking going at each other because
I’ve fucking had it with the both of you!”

Instantly both froze and turned to her. William had Douglas
pinned on the ground. Douglas’s hand gripped William’s torn shirt. Rachel
gasped, surprised at the quick ending to their argument.

“Did you say…?” William began.

“Fuck?” Douglas finished.

“You are such guys. Out of everything that just happened,
the only thing you comprehend is the word fuck.” She rolled her eyes at them
and shook her head in irritation. “Unbelievable.”

“We were just blowing off steam,” Douglas said, by way of
excuse. “Don’t be mad, lass.”

“Had to be said and now it is,” William added. “Everything
is fine, sweetheart. Now about this fucking…”

Douglas let go of William’s shirt. William rolled back,
letting Douglas off the ground. A dark bruise ringed an even darker eye on
Douglas, while William’s cheek had a tiny cut on it.

“We could use some healing.” Douglas rubbed his elbow and
winced. She didn’t buy his injured act for a minute.

Rachel saw their flushed cheeks and bright, silver-threaded
eyes. Their blood was pumping hard in their veins. The brawl would only have
heightened their primal instincts.

“No one would have to know,” William said. “Just like on the
plane.”

“Our secret,” Douglas agreed.

Rachel took a step back, realizing their intent was a joint
seduction. “Oh no you don’t. I’m still mad at you.”

The back of her legs hit the foot of the bed. They crowded
forward, blocking every retreat but the one that would take her onto the
mattress.

Douglas touched her arm. “Let us make it up to you.”

“Come on, Rachel, let us have a little celebration of the
upcoming…”

“Celebration of…?” she asked, suddenly nervous.

“Of life,” William quickly said. She wondered what he had
actually meant and had the distinct feeling he wasn’t telling her something.
“Celebration of life.”

“It’s my turn to go first,” Douglas said, pushing his hips
forward so his cock brushed alongside her hip.

“So long as you don’t wear her out for my turn,” William
said.

“You jackasses realize I can hear you, right?” Rachel pushed
at both of their chests. They didn’t move. William brought his hips forward and
moaned softly. “Are you both telling me you’re really keeping track as to whose
turn it is?”

“Of course,” they answered in unison.

“Out of fairness,” Douglas said.

“Unless you decree otherwise,” William added.

“Or the other one is not available and you have needs.”

“Or if you are fighting with one of us and have needs the
other can fulfill but you don’t want them to because you’re angry.”

“Or—”

“I think I got it.” Rachel couldn’t help it as she chuckled.
“But I also think it’s a little unromantic of you two to be counting how many
times we have sex.”

“Not how many times, just whose turn it is,” Douglas
clarified. “And it’s my turn.”

Rachel arched a brow before ordering Douglas, “Take off your
clothes and go lie on the bed.”

Douglas tore at his shirt, ripping out of it as he crawled
onto the mattress to do as she commanded. He fumbled with his pants to get them
off before tossing them across the room. Within seconds, he was naked and on
his back. William took a deep breath and stepped back to let her go.

“So long as we’re clear that I’m still mad at both of you.
And this conversation is far from over.” She gave them a pointed look.

William nodded. “Of course.”

“If you say so,” Douglas said.

“You too,” she ordered William, “out of your clothes.”

William gave her a playful smile as he obeyed. Rachel was
slower to undress, pulling out of the cotton shirt and slacks Magda had left
for her in the room. Then, turning to Douglas, she crawled over him.

“I’m not some ride you take turns on,” Rachel said. On her
hands and knees over Douglas, she put her ass towards William. Douglas’s cock
towered beneath her. She moved her mouth to kiss the tip. He jerked and the tip
leaked pre-cum. “I’m not a toy to be shared between the two of you. If I hear
you talking about whose turn it is ever again, it will be no one’s turn.
Understand?”

The men didn’t answer. Douglas was too busy reaching for her
breasts. William moaned and began rubbing her hips from behind. She wiggled her
ass towards William. He took the invitation eagerly, kneeling behind her on the
bed.

“But, it’s my…” Douglas looked as if he might protest. “You
are really beautiful, lass.”

“That’s what I thought.” She gave Douglas a half smile
before leaning over to suck his cock gently into her mouth, shutting him up.
His hands wound into her hair, keeping her mouth on him as he groaned in
approval.

William’s cock brushed her wet sex, moving along the lips.
His hands ran along her back and hips, before coming around to hold her
breasts. She moaned against the dick in her mouth.

Douglas held her tight against him. His muscles flexed
beneath her. She placed her hands next to his hips, supporting her weight.
William entered her slowly from behind, taking his time as he slid halfway in
before withdrawing. Soon her mouth mimicked William’s movements.

A spell wove its way around them. Not the mindless euphoria
of the fairies, but something much older and much more real. She felt her body
pull in two directions. She wanted both of them, needed both of them. The depth
of the emotion scared her. By all rights, she should have been angry with them.
Well, if not
by all rights
, then by some sort of feminine entitlement
logic. The wave of possessiveness surprised her. She wanted to bite them, claim
them somehow so no other woman would dare look at her territory.

Her movements became more aggressive. The need inside them
was too strong to fight. Douglas tensed against her mouth, spilling his seed
between her lips. Behind her, William kept moving, deeper and faster. She
gasped for air, bringing her head sharply back. Her body tensed, jerking
suddenly as she was racked with pleasure. Seconds later, William’s soft, climactic
cry washed over her.

William let go of her hips and she fell forward to lie
against Douglas’s chest. She slid against him to stretch out along his side.
William crawled next to her, sandwiching her between the two men.

There was a strange, serene pleasure to the moment. None of
them spoke. Rachel closed her eyes, feeling their calm presence next to her on
the bed. The back of Douglas’s hand brushed against hers and their fingers
twined. She ran her hand onto William’s thigh and let it rest.

Rachel wasn’t sure how much time passed as she dozed next to
them. Douglas moved, turning towards her, stirring her from her sleep. Her head
rolled onto his arm as her hand slid up from William’s thigh to his chest.

“You never asked me why I ran after you ordered me not to
leave the manor,” she said, completely relaxed.

“Why?” both men asked in unison, their voices sleepy.

“I heard you talking.” Rachel turned her head towards William
and drew her hand up to touch Douglas’s chest as well. “I know you think to
make me your chieftess queen, and that you had no intention of telling me about
your marriage plans for us.”

Both men stiffened. She felt their hearts beating under the
backs of her fingers.

“You called me a shifter that does not want to be a shifter.
That is not true. I don’t know how to be anything but what I am. However, I
have no wish to be used as a power symbol for your thrones. I’m well aware of
how rare my gifts are. I don’t want the attention they’ll bring.”

“But you are amazing,” William said.

“And rare,” Douglas added.

“I know. I’m a collectable,” she mumbled sarcastically. She
began to sit up but Douglas held her hand to keep her down.

William placed his hand on her shoulder and turned on his
side to face her. His breath tenderly hit her neck. “That is not how we see
you. You’re not some prize to be collected. We do see you for you, Rachel.
Please believe that.”

“You were right about one thing though,” she admitted. “I
don’t like being the center of attention. I don’t like the limelight, and I
don’t want the attention that being queen will bring. So, I thank you for your
unasked but intended offer, but I have to be clear that I will decline. It
would be foolish of me to leave here before whoever is trying to kill me is
stopped, but after that, I want to go home to America. I’ll run the sanctuary
and dream of the days I spent with you both, but I don’t want to be queen. I
don’t want to be torn between two clans. I don’t want the peace, and lives, of
every shifter on the planet to depend on my ability to make sure you two don’t
try to kill each other.”

“Is this because we fought?” William asked. He touched her
cheek, stroking it as if she might try to leave them that second.

“It wasn’t even a fight, not really,” Douglas said. “It was
more like a heated discussion that needed to be said.”

“We can do better,” William assured her.

“Much better,” Douglas agreed.

“It has nothing to do with your argument. In fact, now that
I think about it, it was kind of hot to watch.” She gave a small laugh, hoping
to make them smile. They didn’t.

“Then what?” Douglas put a hand along her waist.

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