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  Moira was astonished. If this was the way it had originally happened, Jaden had fought every instinct he had to save Duncan's life. Even she could see how much pain he was in, how hungry he was. Duncan had seen that inner strength, that shining nobility, and taken him in, given him a life that wasn't about pain and degradation. No wonder Jaden loved him so.

  Duncan reached out and cupped Jaden's cheek. “Yes, you do.” He smiled, slow and sensual. “I know exactly what you need."

  Jaden frowned, looking confused before the hopeless defeat took over once more. “Go away." His eyes closed, his head banging once more against the filthy bricks.

  "No. Jaden, I won't leave you."

  The confused frown returned at Duncan's declaration. “What?"

  Duncan smiled. “Moira?"

  She stepped forward, avoiding a rather large, angry-looking rat. If she hadn't known this was a Sidhe fantasy she would have been shrieking and climbing the nearest wall. “Hello, Jaden."

  He shivered. The rags he wore barely covered him. “Who are you?"

  She smiled. “Deep down, you know who I am.” She reached his side and took his hand. “We belong to you, and you belong to us.” Her free hand reached for his cheek. Even through the glove she could feel how cold he was. “We've needed you."

  His eyes closed again. “No. I'm a monster.” His eyes opened, those dark, Vampiric eyes, red flames dancing deep within their depths. “You have to leave."

  "Jaden.” Duncan placed his hand on the back of Jaden's head. “I told you I know what you need.” He gently pulled the vampire forward, tilting his head and exposing his throat. “Drink, and bond with me."

  With a sob Jaden struck, sinking his fangs into Duncan's neck. She could hear the faint sucking sounds as Jaden drank deep. He moaned, snuggling up against the taller Sidhe, his arms wrapped so tightly around Duncan she was surprised the other man could breathe.

  Duncan's head tipped back, a look of pure ecstasy on his face. He cradled the vampire to him, holding him, rocking against him. With a start she realized that Duncan was getting off on Jaden's bite.

  How could he not have known? He must have felt this the first time Jaden bit him. Or what about all of the times since then? Did he fool himself into thinking that the desire he felt was nothing more than the result of the bite, Jaden's vampiric nature taking hold and playing with his body?

  "Jaden. Amoureaux. Enough. Moira needs you now."

  Jaden lifted his crimson dotted lips, his gaze centering on her. The hunger in their black depths would have frightened her if she hadn't seen the way he'd taken Duncan. For all his hunger he'd been surprisingly gentle, keeping the Sidhe from feeling anything more than he had to.

  A red-stained tongue licked his lips. “Moira.” The hungry way he said her name had her quaking in her boots partially from fear, partially from lust. His eyes narrowed on her, his body quivering as if he expected her to run.

  She had no intention of doing anything so stupid. She smiled and held out her hand. “Jaden."

  He was on her so fast she didn't even have time to gasp. Twin pricks of white-hot pain were her only warning before pure liquid lust shot through her system. Every pull on her neck felt like he'd scraped his tongue across her clit. Her nipples throbbed with unfulfilled need. She pulled him down to her, content to let him take what he needed and give her everything he was.

  Duncan stepped up behind Jaden, circling him from behind, his arm wrapping around Jaden's waist. “You belong to us now."

  Jaden whimpered, his fangs retracting. There was wetness along her neck and she had no idea if it was blood, tears or a combination of both. She couldn't find it in her to care, other than her bondmate suffered needlessly, something borne out by his words. “You don't...you don't need me."

  Duncan snorted. “Oh, really?” She watched him kiss Jaden's ear. “We weren't complete without you. Please, Jaden. Please come home with us.” He pressed a kiss to Jaden's neck. “Make us whole."

  She nodded. “Don't leave us alone again."

  Jaden stiffened in her arms. When his head lifted they were human again and filled with tears. “I don't want to be alone."

  The momentary grief in Duncan's expression matched the loneliness in Jaden's. She had to fix this, had to be the one who warmed them both. “None of us have to be. We're one now, like we were always meant to be.” She reached around until she had taken a hand of each of them. “Are we ready to go?"

  Jaden gasped. “Wait!” He turned back. “The cat. Please? Let me take the cat."

  Duncan smiled. “Of course, Jaden. We can't leave Jezebel here."

  "You named her already?” Jaden picked up the now docile cat, cradling her gently in his arms.

  "You'll name her after we get the both of you cleaned up.” Duncan took Moira's arm and began to lead her from the alley.

  Jaden petted the scrawny, filthy cat. “I like the name Jezebel.” He smiled, a ghost of the quirky humor he'd display in his prime. “She's a streetwalker like me."

  Duncan's free hand went to the small of Jaden's back, but Moira could sense his irritation. He didn't like hearing Jaden describe himself that way. She wondered how he'd reacted the first time he'd heard it. “I'll have us all home shortly. I promise you, you'll never be alone again."

  The frown was back in Jaden's eyes, but it was too late. Mist swirled, and suddenly they were in a sumptuous bedroom. The style of the furniture was definitely turn of the century, the pieces done in mahogany with painted floral panels. The wardrobe was mirrored, the legs on all of the pieces tapered and straight with a slight bend at the bottom that led to a club-like end. The mirror on the dressing table had that sort of shield shape common to pieces of the period. The large four poster bed could easily fit all three of them. The floors were polished hardwood. The chair by the dressing table was done in a rose patterned fabric. The windows were covered in airy lace, the walls done in a pale rose.

  She hated it on sight. She shuddered delicately. “Grandma, we're home."

  Duncan sighed. “Moira."

  She shrugged. What could she say? She'd always been something of a mid-century modern girl. If she had her way the farmhouse back home would be done in bright colors and contemporary furniture. As it was she was going to have a lot of redecorating to do at Duncan's place.

  Jaden was looking around the bedroom with dazed eyes. “She's right. This is..."

  "Mothballs and Ben Gay.” She turned to Duncan with her hands on her hips. “Either the decor is going or I'm not coming."

  "Moira!"

  "Seriously. It's like sneaking into my grandmother's room to lose my virginity. It sounds naughty on paper but when you actually get there? Ew."

  Jaden's shoulders began to shake. The fantasy Duncan had so carefully woven was cracked, but not completely broken.

  Duncan glared at her. “Fine. You don't want Jaden's fantasy? How about one of your own?"

  Jaden's mouth dropped open. “Wait. Fantasy?” He blinked, his expression turning fierce. Suddenly he looked much more like the hundred year old vampire he truly was. “Duncan."

  Uh-oh. “Oops."

  Duncan growled, mist swirled, and suddenly they were back in Duncan's office, only this time it was the dead of night. Jaden was spread out on the leather couch, his cock deep in Duncan's mouth. The two men were beautiful in the dappled moonlight, one so fair, the other so dark.

  "Oh shit.” Jaden's head fell back, his hips lifting in time to Duncan's descending mouth.

  Moira smiled. Here was her fantasy, watching her two men love one another, knowing that at the end they would Claim Jaden. Duncan would make him his just as he'd Claimed her. Jaden would be theirs. He'd have no way out of it, nowhere he could hide from it.

  It was perfect.

  She grabbed the chair Jaden had been sitting in earlier and dragged it to the sofa so that she could watch, possibly even participate. She too needed to finish her Claim on Jaden, but for now she was content to watch. When Duncan was done, it would be
her turn to Claim her vampire.

  She could hardly wait.

  "Duncan. Stop. Don't do this.” Jaden's hands reached down and tugged on Duncan's hair, trying to pull him off his cock. It was probably the hardest thing he'd ever done, trying to get those perfect lips to let him go, but he had to. Duncan was making a huge mistake, one he'd regret for the rest of his life.

  Duncan's teeth bit into him just enough to let Jaden know the Sidhe had no intention of letting him go. Silver gray eyes glittered at him from under a fall of golden bangs, the determination in them so fierce Jaden's hands fell away. Duncan had decided to take Jaden and unless Jaden was willing to hurt him there was nothing he could do about it.

  Like I really want to stop him. No, Duncan. I hate blowjobs. Feel free to stop any time now. Jaden snorted.

  "What's so funny?"

  His eyes darted to Moira and went wide. She sat there and watched them, naked yet far from vulnerable. He opened his mouth to answer when Duncan swirled his tongue around the head of his cock. “Oh hell.” He groaned. Fuck, the Sidhe knew what he was doing.

  Jaden blinked and growled down at the Sidhe. Duncan knew exactly what he was doing. “Son of a bitch."

  Moira smirked at him. “Just figured it out, did you?"

  He scowled at her, or at least he tried to. It was difficult to be pissed when your cock was being devoured by an expert.

  Oh. Oh. His eyes damn near crossed. He had to have Duncan explain that swirly tongue thing. That fucking rocked. He couldn't wait to return the favor.

  Moira stood up and walked toward him, her nipples begging for his attention. “You know what? I want in.” She bent down and bit at his lower lip. “Are you going to let me play, too?"

  He felt more than saw Duncan's nod of approval and reached for the other half of his heart. “C'mere.” Jaden pulled her down to her knees and took one of her ripe nipples into his mouth, sucking on her with all the hunger in him. He cupped her pussy, delighted to feel the wet fire under his fingertips. He stroked across her clit, enchanted by her moans. His free hand went down to Duncan's head, ran through the silky golden strands before cupping the back. He wanted to feel Duncan's rhythm, be part of what was happening rather than the oral sacrifice all laid out and ready to be devoured.

  They said they wanted him. They said they needed him. Well, fuck if they weren't going to get him. Nobility be damned, he ached.

  He wanted to sink into them both, make them a part of him. He needed in ways he never had before. The knowledge that the two people he cared most about were desperate to have him was an aphrodisiac even more potent than his bite.

  Vampires may not have the Sidhe Claim, Vow, Binding thing, but they had their own form of mating that was nearly as potent, almost as strong. He would take these two, make them his, declare them his bondmates for all the world to see. No one would ever take them from him or they would face his wrath.

  Moira was watching him, her eyes glazed with want, her hips rocking into his hand. He switched his attention to the other nipple, enjoying the gasp she granted him. He didn't know which one of them he wanted to fuck first.

  No. Scratch that. He'd always known. Visions of being sandwiched between the two of them drifted through his mind. He would be buried in Moira's sweet heat, Duncan behind him, riding them both. He'd lay his bond on Moira first, making her his before he bonded Duncan to him.

  They'd taken the initiative, shown him he was wanted. Now he'd show them how much he wanted them.

  He turned his attention back to Duncan, pulling his lips from Moira's breast. He ignored her whimper. “Gonna fuck Moira, Duncan. Make her mine. Then I'm going to take you."

  Duncan's head paused for just a moment before his mouth lifted off of Jaden's cock. “Who says I won't take you?"

  Jaden shivered. It was the response he'd hoped for. While he truly loved fucking women, he also loved being taken by a man. And Duncan had “top” written all over him.

  Still, he wasn't going to just give up his ass. He had to make the Sidhe work for it. “You think I can't pin you down and fuck you silly?"

  Duncan smiled and swiped his tongue along the head of Jaden's cock. Jaden's fingers froze around Moira's clit. “I know you, Jaden.” Another long, wet swipe had his IQ dropping by about ten points. “I know everything about you.” Duncan cradled Jaden's balls in the palm of his hand. “I've lived in your mind for a century, and I know how you like your sex."

  Jaden whimpered. Duncan knew? Shit. Jaden hadn't exactly been indiscreet, but he was far from virginal. Duncan's hand tightened around his balls as if he could read the vampire's mind. Oh, wait. He can read my mind. “All those other men meant nothing to me?” He grinned warily, knowing his mating, and his balls, were on the line here.

  "If they had started to mean something to you they wouldn't have lived very long.” Duncan's teeth nipped him. “I don't share."

  Another set of teeth nipped his nipple and he yelped, staring at Moira in shock. “In case you were wondering, neither do I.” The Irish was peeking out of Moira's accent, letting him know just how deeply affected she was.

  He looked back and forth between them, his two loves. They wore identical grins on their faces, the piratical look of a Sidhe who has claimed something as his, or her, own. One last little niggling doubt needed to be voiced before he gave himself completely. “Are you sure?"

  The two exchanged a look. Moira rolled her eyes, Duncan gave a disgusted snort. “Yes, you idiot.” Duncan sat up and grabbed Jaden's hips. He started trying to roll him off the sofa. “I know what you need. Stop fighting me."

  He stopped fighting, letting Duncan position them the way he wanted them. Moira wound up on the edge of the sofa, her legs spread wide, her pussy ripe and inviting. Duncan got on his knees behind Jaden, a white tube in his hands. Where he'd gotten it from Jaden didn't know. He wasn't even sure where they really were. Were they fucking on the front steps of Duncan's house, or had Duncan somehow gotten them inside? Knowing how strong Duncan was, right now he could have sexually transmitted road rash and not even realize it.

  Duncan brushed his hair away from the side of his neck. He inched forward until his front was pressed against Jaden's back, his erection nudging Jaden's buttocks. “You're going to ride Moira and I'm going to ride you."

  Moira pinched his ass hard, reminding him that even though her legs were spread she was far from vulnerable. “Make me feel good, Jaden."

  Jaden lunged forward, burying himself in her sweet heat. Oh, gods above, she was incredible, tight and hot and wet for him. He licked his lips, eager for another taste of his sweet leprechaun. His. He could say that now and allow himself to feel the joy that raced through him, no longer shadowed by guilt. “Moira.” He thrust slowly, savoring the feel of her, one hand curled around her hip and the other curled around her neck. He brought her up until their chests met, devoured her mouth while he fucked her with lazy strokes.

  Her thighs were twitching, her hands clenching on his biceps. She'd come soon. He wanted to feel that, needed to know he'd been the one to bring her to orgasm. He lifted his mouth from hers and stared down into her beautiful face. Dark green sparks began to dance around them. “Moira?"

  "Close.” She was breathless, her nipples diamond hard. Her body writhed under him, demanding that he give her what she needed.

  "Play with yourself, sweetheart. Come on my cock.” He tightened his hold on her neck, kept her face right where he could see it. He didn't want her looking down. He needed to watch as ecstasy etched itself onto her features.

  Her fingers brushed his cock before they began circling her clit. Her breathless moan shook him, her contracting pussy nearly distracting him from the squelching sounds behind him.

  Duncan was preparing himself.

  He couldn't think about that now, not with Moira under him, surrounding him, her eyes dazed with desire. She was so close it scented the air around her, rich and tantalizing. He could taste it on his tongue. His eyes changed, his teeth descending in ans
wer to her orgasm.

  The time had come to truly make her his, his bondmate, his little leprechaun. This time he wouldn't hesitate. It would be complete; the light bond he'd deepened in the alleyway would become the soul-deep bond it should be. He tilted her head to the side and struck just as she came, forcing her orgasm even deeper. He fed from her, her sex and her blood, filled himself until the only empty spots left within him were made for Duncan to fill.

  "More."

  He lapped at the wound on her neck, closing the tiny pinpricks.

  Her hand tangled in his hair and pulled. “More."

  Jaden threw his head back and laughed, happier than he could ever remember being. “Yes, ma'am."

  She scowled up at him and tightened the muscles of her pussy. “I'm not done with you yet, Bunnicula."

  He snorted a laugh. “Aw, you remembered.” The first time they'd met she'd done her best to protect Ruby, but she'd been unable to withstand his mental pull. Ruby had stopped him from taking Moira by calling him Bunnicula, shocking him into releasing his hold on Moira.

  Her lips twitched. “Yes.” She leaned forward until they were nose to nose, and he let her. “Now fuck me."

  His answering grin was predatory. “My pleasure."

  "Hold that thought.” A slick finger gently penetrated his ass, making him gasp. “I wouldn't want you to forget about me."

  Jaden gulped. Duncan's finger felt incredible, slick and hard and— “Oh shit.” He trembled. Duncan had found his prostate. “You're kinda hard to forget."

  Duncan nipped his earlobe and twisted his finger, sending a shudder of delight down Jaden's spine. “Right there, amoureaux?"

  Jaden blinked away sudden tears. He had a hard time believing that Duncan was calling him that. He licked his lips and moaned, pushing back against that invading finger. “More."

  "I think he likes that.” Moira leaned forward and kissed his lips softly. “Don't you, a ghra?"

  He looked down into her eyes. They shimmered with unshed tears. “Don't cry, Moira. We won't do this if you don't want it.” Fuck his determination never to let them go. If it gave Moira a moment's grief he'd walk away in an instant despite the bond he'd just formed with her.