by Celia Kyle
Standing in the heat of the afternoon, with the blazing sun glinting off her audacious finery, Amy started feeling lightheaded. Reaching out, she gripped Shon’s elbow on one side and Tahvo’s on the other. Since the day they met, they’d always been there to support her, and she knew they would be from this day forward.
While it had only been a few months, their journey to this point had seemed long and fraught with uncertainty. Standing on the balcony, flanked by her boys and facing Zafar, Amy thanked her lucky stars she’d come to her senses before it was too late. She glanced over at Nabila, who stood in the shade holding Idris, and gave her friend a wink. Nabila winked back and grinned.
Zafar began speaking and didn’t stop for fifteen full minutes. The ceremony consisted of reciting ancient poems, reading from the holy scrolls, and relating the story of Queen Dya to the gathered crowd. At the appointed time, Shon stepped forward and sang a song about a female warrior who had taken two lovers and then conquered the world.
Then Zafar instructed Shon and Tahvo to place their rings on Amy’s finger. The rings they’d tried to give her after their first night together. Shon, being older, slipped his ring on first. It looked like a pretty little wave on her finger. Then Tahvo added his, a mirror opposite of Shon’s. It nested up perfectly against the first ring, two halves becoming one whole.
“And to bring some of Princess Amy’s culture to the ceremony,” Zafar said, a glint of humor in his eyes, “brothers, you may kiss your bride.”
Tahvo took Amy’s face in his hands and stared down at her for a moment, adoration pouring from him. Then his lips were on hers. It certainly wasn’t the most passionate kiss they’d ever shared, but it was the one she would remember forever. It held the promise of love and happiness for as long as they lived.
Almost before they’d broken apart, Shon swept her from Tahvo’s arms and dipped her as low as her bulging tummy would allow. His kiss was also respectful and appropriate to the setting, but it fanned the flames deep in her core. Then he stood her on her feet and pumped both fists in the air in celebration. The crowd roared their approval.
Zafar tried to finish the ceremony, but the crowd below wouldn’t be quieted. They’d waited for the moment when their princes finally married and the day had come. Laughing, he threw his hands up and then reached for Amy. He pulled her into a gentle, yet firm hug.
“Welcome to the family, sister,” he whispered, before releasing her and turning to escort Nabila and Idris from the balcony.
Amy had managed to go the entire ceremony without crying, but his words moved her more deeply than she thought possible. He’d gone from hating everything about her to thinking of her as a sister. Out of all the extravagant gifts they’d received to celebrate their unconventional marriage, that would be the one she would cherish forever.
Tears of joy streamed down Amy’s face as the three newlyweds turned to greet the people who’d traveled from all over Adikar to attend. Pure white doves soared into the crystal blue sky. Fireworks boomed in the distance. Confetti rained down on the people. It was a spectacle none of them would soon forget. Amy certainly wouldn’t.
Tahvo had to lean in close for her to hear him over the roaring of the crowd. “Ready?”
Together they left the people to enjoy the festivities Shon had organized for the day and made their way to their new bridal suite. Architects, engineers and dozens of workers had spent months turning Shon and Tahvo’s separate quarters into one massive suite the three of them could share comfortably. But the twins had never allowed Amy to see the space, insisting she couldn’t take even the slightest peek before they were wed.
Tahvo grabbed the handle of one of the massive double-doors, while Shon gripped the other. “Ta da!” they said in unison as they pushed the doors open to reveal… heaven. The twins’ quarters had been transformed into a world-class luxury apartment. At the center of the master bedroom suite stood a bed so wide, half the staff of PCA could have fit in it. Amy couldn’t wait to try it out.
Before she could ask for help de-goldifying herself, they boys were already doing it. Piece by piece, Shon removed the weighty jewelry and placed it all on a nearby table while Tahvo undid the million or so buttons holding her in the gown. Only when it shimmered down her body and pooled around her Crocs did Amy finally feel free.
Together they steadied her as she kicked off the ugly—but so comfy—shoes and then led her to the bed. The soft pillows supported her in all the right places as the twins tore off their own ceremonial tunics.
This was it. Their first night together as husbands and wife. As Shon stretched his body along one side of her and Tahvo on the other, Amy felt more complete than she ever had in her entire life. All too soon, when the babies arrived, she’d be complete in a different way, but for now, it was all she’d ever dreamed of.
This day, this moment, was the culmination of everything she’d ever experienced. The death of her parents, working three jobs to pay her way through college, struggling to keep her head above water in medical school, starting PCA. All of it had led her to this place, these men, this life.
As her husbands played her with practiced strokes, Amy relaxed into their love. They’d made love together innumerable times, but this would be special and she was determined to savor every second. Every stroke, every thrust, every luscious, stinging bite on her shoulders.
This was her life now. These men, the babies inside her, the people celebrating outside, the women her organization were helping all over the world. It wouldn’t always be easy or perfect. Life would get ugly from time to time, but it was her life. The life she’d never dreamed of but had always needed. Whatever perils lay ahead, they would face them head on and, most importantly, together. This was her life, and she couldn’t have been happier.
Amy had finally found home.
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Of all the random bars in all the random states, what were the odds two wolves would wind up dancing together in the same beachside bar?
Jane’s brain wanted her to turn and ask him, but her body wanted to continue moving in perfect time with his. So, she remained silent and let her body take the lead, reveling in the hard lines of his abs and a particularly tempting hardness against her ass. The more they danced, the more Jane was sure the man overwhelming her with his mere scent wasn’t human.
He gripped her hips tighter as a new song began, and her wolf purred with happiness. With him snug against her, Jane ached for him to explore her body, to turn her around and let her feel every massive inch of his body hidden beneath his tight jeans.
Yet his hands stayed in place as her heartbeat soared.
Seriously? This was insane. She didn’t even know what the dude looked like, but already her body howled for him to take her. She wanted him to run his work-calloused palms over her breasts and tease her right there on the dance floor. She felt more alive than ever—swaying with the music and allowing her body to move as she desired.
She rolled her hips, rubbing her ass against this man’s growing need. Heat raced through her, a desperate throb taking up residence at the juncture of her thighs. She repeated the tempting move and figured it’d only be minutes before he finally lost control and took her. All she had to do was get him there.
The song switched again and a deep, rumbling bassline echoed the low pulse of need between her thighs. Swiveling her hips i
n time with the music, Jane pushed her ass up against him a hint harder, delighting in his surprised gasp.
“You’re trying to tease me,” he growled in her ear. That deep rumble had the tips of her breasts tightening into hard pebbles.
“Is it working?” she whispered in return.
Gripping her harder, he spun her to face him and held her just as snugly as he before. She faced a broad wall of muscle covered by a loose linen shirt tucked neatly into a pair of snug jeans. It took every ounce of strength for Jane not to sink her fangs into his flesh and claim him. Hopefully he wouldn’t see how badly she drooled at the idea.
It felt like it took a year for her to crane her neck far enough to meet the stranger’s gaze. Then her heartbeat stuttered.
For a moment, all she could see were harsh lines, and then his feral beauty came into focus. His jaw was made of stone, and his light brown eyes held mesmerizing flecks of gold. She couldn’t tear her gaze away, even if she wanted to.
Without a word, his eyes flickered from brown to a glowing amber, confirming her suspicions. Whatever the odds, he was a werewolf, and somehow they’d found each other. When she flashed her own amber eyes, he growled in approval.
“Thought so,” he muttered, his eyes never wavering from hers—more amber than brown now. “Name?”
“Jane. You?”
“Reese.”
The rumble of his animalistic voice sent another thrill of pleasure straight to her core. She could probably come right there if he’d just keep talking.
His next words took her right to the edge. “Let’s go.”
It wasn’t a question and she didn’t mind his demanding tone one bit.
Thick, warm fingers wrapped around her hand and Jane followed along eagerly as he led her through the crowd. His restraint at not tearing everyone in their way to shreds was admirable and everything, but Jane’s wolf howled at her to get down to business already. She had a scratch that only Reese could reach. She wanted him more than anything or anyone else in her entire life.
Being so close to him, covered in his scent and body prepared to accept every inch of his cock…
Nothing had ever felt more right.
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About the Authors
Celia Kyle
Ex-dance teacher, former accountant and erstwhile collectible doll salesperson, New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Celia Kyle now writes paranormal romances. It goes without saying that there’s always a happily-ever-after for her characters, even if there are a few road bumps along the way. Today she lives in central Florida and writes full-time with the support of her loving husband and two finicky cats.
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Marina Maddix
New York Times & USA Today Bestselling Author Marina Maddix is a romantic at heart, but hates closing the bedroom door on her readers. Her stories are sweet, with just enough spice to make your mother blush. She lives with her husband and cat near the Pacific Ocean, and loves to hear from her fans.
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