by Lila Dubois
They each took a nipple into their mouths, sucking and licking. She’d never had both nipples suckled at once and the pleasure was sharp and immediate. She wanted them. Desperately.
She spread her legs and they reached down, helping her open herself to them. The brace meant she couldn’t bend her knee, but Preston tossed a pillow down and lifted her leg onto it.
“How are we going to do this?” Lance asked Preston.
“Let’s take care of her first.”
Preston dipped his head between her legs and tasted her. After a few strokes of his tongue, he pulled back, only to be replaced by Lance. They teased her, tormented her, each man taking a turn pleasuring her with lips and tongue, but never staying long enough to bring her the satisfaction she craved. When Lance pulled away, leaving her dangling on the edge of an orgasm, she cried out in frustration.
“Please. I need you inside me.” Preston started to settle between her legs, but she held up a hand. “Both of you.”
Preston helped her shift to the side so Lance could lie back.
“Do you have any lube?” Preston asked.
“In the nightstand.”
Lance’s fingers dipped into her pussy as Preston grabbed the lube. Then Lance’s fingers slid back to her ass, rubbing the lubricant Preston provided around the puckered entrance.
Lance sat up and Preston lifted her as Lance pulled apart the globes of her bottom.
Carly took a deep breath as the broad tip of his cock pressed against her. She whimpered as she sank down, his thick cock stretching her ass, opening her, filling her.
“Is it too much?” The concern in the big, rough man’s voice made her smile, made her heart tremble.
When the back of her legs touched his, she let out a little breath. She was full, aching with the pleasure of it. Preston helped Lance pile pillows behind him so he was reclining.
“Lean back against me, gorgeous,” Lance said. As she lay back, his hands went to her breasts, cupping them as his thumbs flicked the nipples. Preston helped settle her against Lance’s chest, then repositioned her leg.
“Is that okay?”
“Yes.”
“Good, because I don’t think I can wait anymore.” Preston moved between her knees, the tip of his cock already wet. Carly reached down and guided him into her. The angle and Lance’s dick made it a tight fit. She leaned back, longing to touch them. She placed one hand on Preston’s shoulder, while reaching up with the other to tangle her fingers in Lance’s hair.
Preston slid in fully, filling her, stretching her. They stayed like that for a long moment, enjoying the experience of truly being together. Then Preston pulled back and started to move. Each thrust lifted her off Lance’s cock, and when Preston pulled back, her body weight pushed her down once more. They stayed that way, rocking and thrusting, the rhythm picking up and gathering steam.
Carly came first, the orgasm that had been curled inside her exploded, lightning bright and cleansing as spring rain.
“I love you,” she moaned. “I love you both so much. You’re mine. Mine.”
“Yours.” Preston shuddered, pistoning his hips as he came as well.
“Yours,” Lance agreed as he grabbed her hips and thrusted in a few more times before he shuddered with his own climax.
“I love you. Both of you,” Preston whispered as Carly started to drift off to sleep, Lance’s cock still inside her. “It’s better than I ever could have imagined.”
“Love,” she said, her eyes closed. “I didn’t expect love.”
They fell asleep, a tangled mess of arms and legs, crushed together in Carly’s tiny bed.
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Epilogue
The Grand Master watched the threesome smiling at each other as they stripped off their robes. Unlike the first time he’d called them here, they were naked underneath, eager to be bound in the marriage of the Trinity Masters.
Carlene, Lance and Preston would be a powerful, important trinity, of that he was certain. They were strong-willed and dominant. After the first failed ceremony, he’d wondered if they would be able to make it work, to find a way to be together. They weren’t the first triad to struggle at the beginning, and they wouldn’t be the last.
When the ceremony was completed, they were officially bound together by the rules of the Trinity Masters, married in a ceremony that was far more binding than the easily broken legal marriage most people knew.
He left them in the ceremony room. His lips twitched as he heard a muffled giggle followed by a moan. He suspected they wouldn’t make it out of the room before their desire for each other overcame them.
Another successful match, another link in the chain of the Trinity Masters.
These three had worried him, especially when their pictures were splashed across the news following Carlene’s kidnapping. Other members who read the story might guess that the couple and their close friend were more, but the secret of the Trinity Masters had remained safe. For now.
The next trinity would not be so easy.
He entered his office, looking at the pictures of the future triad that lay on his desk. Where Carlene, Preston and Lance had all been powerful people, this next triad would struggle not with their similarities, but with their differences. It was bound to be a bumpy road.
For the threesome.
And for him.
The Grand Master stripped off his gloves and his robe. He opened his desk drawer and pulled out a small picture of a smiling blonde woman. He felt a small pang of regret as he looked at the image, then he forced himself to put it away again. He was a fool to continue to torture himself over something that couldn’t be.
Sitting in the chair at his desk, the Grand Master’s lips quirked. He was master of a secret society that developed ménage relationships for the good of the world, and yet he was single. Alone.
Sometimes irony was a bitch.
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Primal Passion
The Trinity Masters, Book Two
Coming March 2013
Deni Parker thinks she’s got it all figured out. At the cutting edge of science, she has little time for anything but work. Luckily she doesn't have to bother with dating because she's a member of the Trinity Masters—a secret society that has not only helped her career, but which will identify the two people she'll spend the rest of her life with in an arranged ménage marriage. When her invitation to the introduction ceremony is delivered—years ahead of when she expects it—by the very intimidating, and far too handsome, Price Bennett—Deni’s more than a little unprepared.
Price didn't join the Trinity Masters to play messenger. As CEO of a major security firm and heir to one of the largest fortunes in the world, he’s annoyed when the Grand Master orders him to transport the disorganized, virgin scientist to the ceremony to meet her partners. It's only when they arrive that Price realizes he isn't a messenger. He's been matched with Deni.
CIA Agent Gunner Wells has been in love with Deni for years, but he’s resisted giving into his attraction. When he arrives at his introduction ceremony, he's delighted to discover that Deni is not only a member of the secret society, but one of his partners…along with the intimidating Price Bennett.
Their three personalities clash—in the bedroom and out of it—but Price and Gunner have to put aside their rivalry, and Deni must put aside her pride, when someone tries to stop her research…using deadly methods.
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An excerpt from Primal Passion
Prologue
“You asked to see me, Grand Master?”
“Yes. I need you to perform a task, Price.”
Price lowered his head in deferential respect. The Grand Master knew it wasn’t easy for some members of the Trinity Masters to bend their will to a higher authority. They were a powerful, wealthy, intelligent group, independent-minded trailblazers, one and all. The man standing before him no doubt suffered the most when it came to taking orders. That was one of the reasons Price had risen to a p
osition of power within the organization. He was confident, driven, trustworthy. In the years since Price had joined the secret society, he’d become a trusted advisor.
However, today’s venture would test, possibly shatter, that relationship.
“I need you to deliver this summons. The recipient’s name and address are on the envelope.”
Price didn’t disappoint him as his eyes narrowed with annoyance. His knee-jerk reaction was exactly as the Grand Master expected. “Forgive me, Sir, but my role in the Trinity Masters does not require me to play messenger.”
The Grand Master rose slowly, and his face reflected pure anger. He’d learned long ago that friendship was a luxury he couldn’t afford. Regardless, there were times when he missed it. “Your duty is to the Trinity Masters and to me. Are you questioning my authority? And please, be very careful with your response, Mr. Bennett.”
Price took a slight step back—no doubt surprised by the genuine threat in his tone. They stared for several moments, each of them sizing up the other, before Price bowed his head once more in a brief nod. “I apologize. I was in a very important meeting when I received your message to report here at once. I thought there was an emergency. My duty to the Trinity Masters is as it has always been. I will serve. Them…and you.”
He noticed how Price hesitated to add the last part. The Grand Master held Price’s gaze for a long, silent moment, letting his displeasure over being challenged sink in. Price looked away first.
Then, the Grand Master sat down once more. “I need the missive delivered immediately and I need you to escort Ms. Parker here”
Price nodded. “Of course.” Then he glanced at the envelope. “Denise Parker. Harvard Stem Cell Institute. Is she in some sort of trouble?”
While he didn’t need to explain himself, the Grand Master decided it might drive home the importance of Price’s task if he did. “She is meeting her life partners in the introduction ceremony this afternoon.”
Price frowned. “We don’t usually escort members to that ceremony. Is she resistant?”
The Grand Master shook his head. “No. She is special.”
Price didn’t appear satisfied with that response, but he would soon learn for himself why Denise Parker required the escort. “Very well.”
Price turned to leave, but the Grand Master issued one last order.
“Don’t leave the facility without Denise, Price. Escort her here. And…for your troubles, you’ll find a small reward in box twenty-seven. Make sure you retrieve it as soon as you return.”
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Chapter One
Denise Parker lifted her head from the microscope and rubbed her eyes wearily. She’d risen well before dawn after a restless night spent sleeping on the lumpy couch in her office. Her mother would read her the riot act if she knew how often she stayed at the lab.
Most nights, she worked so late she couldn’t be bothered driving across town to her tiny apartment. She wasn’t married, didn’t own pets, hell, she didn’t even have plants, so there was very little reason for her to return home. Ever.
She turned to her computer to input the figures. Her life seemed to be one long stream of experiments and data analysis. Mom despaired over her long hours and disinterest in a social life, but Deni couldn’t tell her mother there was no reason to worry. She would definitely get married…someday. She’d found a way to ensure that, while also managing to dodge the awkwardness of dating.
She’d been introduced to the Trinity Masters just as she was finishing up her doctoral degree. Her professor asked her to remain after class one day and he opened her eyes to a world she’d never imagined existed. One of secret societies, symbols, ceremonies, power.
As a child prodigy, she’d never fit in anywhere, always years younger than her peers. The Trinity Masters had included her in their membership, accepted her despite—no, because of—her eccentricities. They supported her endeavors in science, helping her land a job at one of the most respected research labs in the country right after graduation and by ensuring the continual flow of the grant money necessary to allow her to continue her experiments.
She’d overheard some of the single members of the Trinity Masters jokingly refer to their successes as “selling their souls to the devil,” but Deni didn’t see it that way. She intended to revolutionize modern medicine, use her research to find the cure for Alzheimer’s, Parkinson’s, ALS and any other neurological disease that crept up. She wouldn’t rest until she did.
In exchange, the Trinity Masters offered her the promise of companionship, partners who would bind their lives to hers in the ultimate sharing of power and ideas. It was a heady prospect to be part of such an old and elite group. Deni simply needed to bide her time until the Grand Master called her to the altar. Their concept of an arranged marriage appealed to her because she wasn’t willing to sacrifice her research for romance. There was no room in her life for that kind of emotion.
Unfortunately, the Trinity Masters society was indeed a secret. Deni wished there was some way she could tell her mother she needn’t worry about her only child spending the rest of her life alone as a spinster. Revealing her life plan would save her countless hours of nagging phone calls and attempts on her mother’s part to set her up with some friend’s son or the hairdresser’s recently divorced nephew.
Oh well. Until the Grand Master found her suitable partners, she would have to fend off her mother’s matchmaking for a few more years. She was only twenty-eight. She’d paid close attention to the recently paired triads. Members of new threesomes ranged between the ages of thirty-two and thirty-seven. Mercifully that bought Deni at least four more unencumbered years to focus on her research.
She put on a pair of safety goggles and began running the next set of experiments. She wasn’t sure how long she’d worked—her research assistant, Curtis, teased her about disappearing into the Twilight Zone during experiments—when the sound of the lab door closing captured her attention.
Glancing up, she found herself face to face with a very large, imposing, stern-looking man. The majority of her colleagues had slight builds and pale complexions from too many hours spent inside under the fluorescent lighting. This man with his dark skin, coal black hair and Mr. Universe-sized muscles was the polar opposite of nearly every man she’d ever met.
With the exception of Gunner. The thought of her only friend made her smile, which produced a deeper scowl on the stranger’s face.
Damn. She had a bad habit of living inside her head and forgetting to communicate. Time to employ a social convention. “Hello. Can I help you?”
“Are you Denise Parker?”
She nodded. “Deni.”
“Excuse me?”
She wasn’t sure why she bothered to correct the man, but she persevered anyway. “Everyone calls me Deni. Never Denise.”
The man’s expression didn’t change. Instead, he extended his hand, offering her a letter. “This is for you, Denise.”
She couldn’t miss the way he stressed her formal name. Something about the man rubbed her the wrong way. He seemed angry with her, but she couldn’t understand why. She’d never met him before.
Deni glanced at the envelope, immediately recognizing the seal of the Trinity Masters. Her heart began to race. There must be a mistake. It was too soon. She was still too young, too busy for this.
She looked at the man again and her hands actually went numb. Surely he wasn’t…
No. He couldn’t be. She glanced behind him. He was alone. Even so, she felt compelled to make sure. “Shouldn’t there be two of you?”
The man’s eyes narrowed. “I’m here as the messenger only. Open the letter.”
She released a long sigh of relief. “Thank God.”
The man scowled and she realized she’d spoken aloud. “Um. Sorry.”
She tore open the envelope, trying hard to keep him from noticing her suddenly shaking hands. The letter confirmed her fears. She was being summoned.
“Today?” She s
hook her head. “I can’t go today. I have too much to do.”
The stranger didn’t appear to care if she’d scheduled tea with the Queen of England. With his arms crossed and his legs spread, he reminded her of a bouncer at a nightclub. His stance made it clear that she was going, whether she wanted to or not. “I’m to escort you.”
Then, he took the letter from her hand, skimming it quickly. He glanced at his watch. “You’re to be there in fifty-five minutes. With traffic, it will take us twenty-five to get to the library. How long will it take you to shut things down here?”
Deni felt a wave of lightheadedness. What the hell was happening?
“I need at least fifteen minutes.”
He nodded. “Then I suggest you begin.”
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About the Authors
Lila Dubois is a tech writer by day and a romance writer by night. She's living her own version of a romance novel with her Irish Farm Boy, whom she imported to Los Angeles. Having spent extensive time in France, Egypt, Turkey, Ireland and England, Lila speaks five languages, none of them—including English—fluently.
You can visit her on the web at http://liladubois.net.
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Writing a book was number one on Mari Carr’s bucket list and on her thirty-fourth birthday, she set out to see that goal achieved. Now her computer is jammed full of stories—novels, novellas, short stories and dead-ends. A New York Times and USA TODAY bestseller as well as winner of the Passionate Plume, Mari found time for writing by squeezing it into the hours between 3 a.m. and daybreak when her family is asleep and the house is quiet.