Around her colors seemed more vibrant. The air pulsed with potential.
She rubbed her cheek against Wraith’s, lazily stroked upward until her fingers could tease the delicate tip of his ear. He bucked and grunted, started to harden against her belly.
Behind her Tynan chuckled. He rose onto his elbow, smoothed the hair away from her face before taking her earlobe into his mouth.
Her nipples tightened instantly, became hard knots against Wraith’s muscled chest. “Again?” she asked, amazed at how quickly they could recover, thrilled by how often they wanted her.
“Always,”Tynan said, releasing her earlobe.
Fire streaked through her when his mouth closed around the top of her ear. He sucked and laved, traced the shape of it with his tongue until sudden understanding made her go rigid with shock.
When her fingers replaced his mouth in exploring the pointed tip, he said, “Forgive us for making you elf without asking you first. It was the only way to keep you with us and make you ours.”
Disbelief. Hope. Fear. Joy. So many emotions cascaded through her at once that she was left mute.
Wraith leaned in. He kissed her gently, reverently. “We’ll spend a lifetime ensuring your happiness. Tell us we’re forgiven for not allowing you a choice. The window of opportunity for changing you was small and so much was at stake.”
Silver’s heart grew full. She could come to love these men, deeply, irrevocably—she already felt the first stirrings of it.
“I forgive you,” she said, reaching for him only to still when she saw her palm.
The Mark was gone.
“Let us show you true magic,”Tynan whispered, his lips going to the sensitive tip of her ear again, his cock hard and ready against her buttocks.
Wraith’s eyes darkened with an erotic storm. He took her hand, placed a kiss on her palm. “Surrender to us,” he demanded. “Your destiny is to be our wife.”
“Yes,” Silver whispered, more than willing to embrace a future with them, to share her bed with Wraith and Tynan wrapping her in love and security.
About the Author
Jory has been writing since childhood and has never outgrown being a daydreamer. When she’s not hunched over her computer, lost in the muse and conjuring up new heroes and heroines, she can usually be found reading, riding her horses, or hiking with her dogs.
Jory welcomes comments from readers. You can find her website and email address on her author bio page at www.ellorascave.com.