“Well, I have another question for you, then?” I said, sobering up my face as I unscrewed the cap from the bottle at my waist band.

I waved the chocolate syrup bottle around in my other hand as I talked to distract him, hoping he didn’t catch on to what I was doing.

I gave a war cry suddenly and aimed the spicy mustard bottle at his chest, angling both bottles at him so two streams hit him simultaneously.

Woo hoo, this is so much fun! I thought excitedly.

Wrong... so... so wrong... but fun!

I've never acted like this before, acting on my crazy impulses, assaulting people with squirtable food toppings.

Demon lord brings out the worst in me.

I busted a gut, laughing at him uproariously as he waved all four of his arms around, trying to dodge the mustard/chocolate spray.

“Do you have any grey poupon?” I intoned in my best snotty voice, cackling as he tried to wipe some of it off of his chest, only to smear it together more in a mustard-y, chocolaty mess that stunk terribly.

“Think that’s funny do you!” he bellowed, stalking towards me.

I recognized the look in his eyes, and my mouth formed a silent expletive as I realized right then that I am about to become toast.

Oh, he’s so pissed!

"What's the matter, pinky demon? Don't like spicy mustard?"

And I obviously don't value my life. Whoops!

He snarled at me, and his ridges popped up, arching like a mohawk as he prowled towards me.

I squealed, ducking behind the recliner to dodge him.

Shuffling on quick feet, I ran towards the hall, faux butter leaving a slippery trail as it slid off of me and flung everywhere in my haste.

My body thrummed excitedly as I ran, the secret place between my legs pounding in time to the staccato of my rapidly beating heart.

Totally gone off the deep end, Mags, getting hot right now is sooo wrong, girl!

I didn’t have time to think it over any further as he flared his nostrils like a bull, ready to charge.

I picked up speed, careful not to trip, and grinned as I saw the finish line.

If I thought he was pissed before, he’s going to be raging in a minute!

Hmm... What will he do to me after I do this? Should I do this?

Of course, you crazy fool! He deserves it!

Decision made, I didn’t even look back as his voice permeated my senses.

“Don’t you dare!” he bellowed out, already figuring out my final destination.

I slipped and skidded a little on the tiled hallway as I headed for his bedroom. I even dodged his upper arms as he leaped at me and tried to grab me.

He would have succeeded too, if I wasn’t slicked up more than a greased up pig in mud.

I was squealing indelicately like one as I dodged and ducked all four of his arms as he almost caught up to me.

Determinedly, he kept trying to snatch me.

I made it to his door way and leapt inside, swan diving for his bed. My buttered up body almost slid off as I flew through the air and pounced on it, gripping the bottom sheet for leverage as I thoroughly greased up his bed sheets.

Sooo gonna stain! I thought gleefully, rolling around on his bed, smearing what I can definitely believe isn’t real butter all over his expensive bed sheets.

Soo soft. Feels like Amarillan cotton- high thread count. Super expensive!

Mwahaha!

A growl sounded behind me and Perre landed on me, his massive body careful not to squash mine, despite the leap.

He put his weight on me suddenly, using his body to pin me down in place.

“Release me, Satan!” I shrieked, trying desperately to elbow him everywhere and anywhere my short rounded arms could reach.

He growled in my ear, his ridges whistling along his neck and spine as he held me prisoner in his grasp.

I froze in place, unsure of how I should proceed, exactly, a small frisson of fear crawling up my spine as his ridges whistled louder and louder.

He wouldn't hurt me, uhm, I don't think, but there are so many things to do to someone without maiming them...

Perre had other ideas, though, as he thrust his cup covered groin into my rump.

He snarled at the impediment and his lower arms gripped my waist tightly, his upper arms pulling my hair to one side, tugging a little as his teeth latched onto my neck, biting hard where the back of my shoulder meets my neck.

I bit my lip at the sting of the bite, not giving him the satisfaction of hearing me cry out.

Good god! It felt like he’d broken the skin!

It throbbed where he’d branded me with his teeth, his tongue snaking out to soothe it.

A sharp ping of lust raced through me, zinging straight to my clit as he sucked gently, running his tongue teasingly, soothingly over the bite, relieving the aching throb in my shoulder, only to replace it with a different one entirely.

My body sizzled with fire as his massive one crowded mine, his thickly muscled thighs spreading mine wide as he ground his groin against me suggestively.

He tore at my shirt desperately, shredding it to bits in his haste. Every little grunt and growl he made did something to my insides that connected to my core, my sheath clenching and unclenching madly, aching to be filled, ready for him to ravish me.

Just listen to me! Good grief! I sound like a damn mommy porn.

I snorted a little at that, but was quickly distracted by four sets of arms as they raked over my body, touching and teasing, pinching and gripping in all the right places, his lower arms and upper arms moving together in concert.

His upper arms massaged along my sides and spine now, the lower arms tearing at his pants hastily.

“Whoa! Wait a minute!” I squeaked, alarmed, squirming around in his embrace. “I never said I’d have sex with you!” I balked and chuffed heatedly, my clouded mind really taking in what we were about to do.

Marre!

Oh, god, Marre!

I’d completely forgotten about Marre for a minute back there, my lust induced body temporarily short circuiting my brain.

Perre growled and tore at my pants, a rending sound ripping through the air as he yanked my pajama bottoms off.

I grew dripping wet, my body responding involuntarily to his animalistic behavior as he growled and snarled inarticulately, not even bothering to use words.

You’re a sick woman, Mags! Getting your rocks off on a pink demon lord with the same bedroom etiquette as a rutting ram!

But... it’s so sexy.

I whimpered out loud, warring within myself.

Marre! Mags! Focus! Your knight in shining armor...

Marre, my Marre! I thought, panicking.

“Wait, what about Marre! I want Marre!” I blurted, causing him to freeze in place.

He was so still I thought he was going to stop and get up, but then he suddenly flipped me over and glared darkly at me, rage simmering in his golden flecked brown orbs.

He snarled and bared his teeth in a feral grin, gripping my hips in a punishing grip as he leaned down over me, pressing us chest to chest.

His upper arms moved, grabbing my hands and shoving them over my head as his lower arms gripped my ass, flexing and then digging his fingers into each cheek.

“I am the one who’s taking you! Me!” Perre snarled out furiously, his ridges still hissing a whistling warning, wrath in his actions and movements. His lips, however, were anything but as he dove in for a kiss.

What I thought was going to be harsh and crushing, was devilishly wicked and devastating, my wanton body responding immediately to his seductive tactics.

Perre, rough and demanding? Yes!

Deliberately cruel? I really don’t think so...

It’s amazing how someone can be covered in shaving cream, mustard and chocolate, and still look sexy as hell, I thought as I inhaled deeply, the scent of shaving cream piercing my consciousness.

“Say it!” he growled out angrily, totally off track with my current line of thinking, one of his lower hands moving unerringly to my clit, the other on his shaft.

I glanced down and saw the glistening head of his massive cock as it swelled even more at my intense regard.

"Say it, princess, say my name. I want to hear you say it," he purred.

Little Perre had my complete attention, though, as I noticed something a little different about my eager friend.

There was something at the head of his cock, moving slightly out of the slits on the head of his erection. The X shaped crisscrossing slits were dripping with his self-lubricant as he took himself in hand.

My eyes widened as he stroked himself over my clit and an equally impressive, but smaller head came out of the slits of his penis as he rubbed himself against my pleasure button repeatedly.

“What the hell is that?!” I yelped, beginning to freak out. He pushed me back down, but I tensed, trying to close my legs desperately, twisting and wiggling around as he tried to arouse me.

Perre kissed me suddenly, his teeth nipping at my lips, tongue dipping into my mouth as I gasped out.

He mastered me with his kiss, his tongue mimicking himself plundering my depths, lips nipping and tasting as he expertly tried to divert my attention.

He shifted his body, taking advantage of my momentary distraction.

“Wait,” I gasped, breaking away from him, “You have a crazy penis! And... and... I want Marre,” I cried out desperately, my voice catching, giving my nervousness away.

“You’re mine, little heathen,” he growled, his erection prodding at my entrance.

“You want Marre, fine! But you just remember it was me! Me! I had you first!” he snarled, entering me, my already slicked up sheath taking him in greedily.

As much as I was protesting, I desperately wanted him to, and I reveled in it.

“Perre!” I screamed as he rammed into my body with one harsh thrust, hitting that place inside of me that made me see stars.

Perre growled approvingly as my internal muscles gripped him, my arms and legs shaking a little in the aftermath.

I gasped and moaned as I wiggled around, impaled on his shaft, loving the feel of him so deliciously deep inside of me, his rough entry as he took me.

He shifted back a little and thrust back in, an impertinent part of his appendage making its self known inside my body.

I was taking in all of him now. All of him.

And his special friend hummed, like a god damn vibrator.

I cried out as I felt an intense pressure deep inside of me. It felt like he was lengthening even more, hitting my womb as his ‘penile extension’ acted like an internal foot massager.

It was his penile extension that vibrated, I realized.

It had me writhing underneath him, the pleasure of it and the slight pain of being so completely filled driving me wild.

“You like that, princess? Take all of me, Ah Cah Eema!” he groaned out, long and low.

He ground his pelvis against mine and I moaned, rubbing my clit back against his pubic bone.

Perre released my hands and grabbed one of my legs with his upper right arm, lifting it up and onto his shoulder, angling me a little as he gripped my bottom with his lower arm, his left upper hand firmly on my stomach.

“You’re going to scream my name again, princess! Mine!” he ground out, snarling at me.

He pulled out a little and forced his way back in, proceeding with short, hard, almost punishing thrusts as I mewled and moaned, thrashing wildly underneath him, his body mastering mine as he hit that special spot inside of me.

“Harder,” I panted, biting my lip and gripping his ass as he obliged, pounding into me without mercy, a scream tearing from me as my body started to pulse around him.

Perre stopped suddenly and pulled out.

“No!” I screeched, grabbing at him desperately as he pulled away, my body crying out at the loss.

He was glaring down at me as his cock glistened, his penile extension protruding from his proud erection.

I took a moment to gape.

All of that was inside of me? I marveled at the sheer size of him...

I never thought I’d say this about a penis before but... Magnificent.

“Say it!” he demanded, and I saw more than anger in his features. I saw longing and yearning in his expression.

My big tough demon lord wants to know he’s wanted too, I discovered, my heart softening towards the grumpy Cardanian.

Uncertainty crept into his features and I melted at the sight, but glared at him instead, not wanting to let him know I knew how much it mattered to him.

I didn’t think he’d appreciate my insight.

“Make me,” I purred, getting on my hands and knees, turning and wiggling my ass up at him teasingly as he gazed down at me, his eyes glazing over with desire.

He pounced on me, handling me roughly, biting at my shoulder on the opposite side as last time as he entered me with one, hard, smooth thrust.

My half aborted orgasm hummed to life again, my body twitching at his abrupt entrance.

He growled at my shoulder, and I growled back, pushing myself onto his shaft, challenging him for dominance, relishing his need to be in charge, pushing him to bring out more of that side of him.

Sparks of pleasure were streaking through me as he snarled warningly and nipped my ear, his tongue snaking out as he slowly traced the shell of my ear, shivers breaking out all over me at the sensation.

I love him so fierce and demanding like this, so completely virile, and all male.

I turned my head and nipped the bicep of his upper arm, one of my hands sneaking down to play with my clit, rubbing in little teasing circles, my fingers growing slick as I manipulated myself manually.

My hand traveled lower to cup his balls, squeezing a little and then rolling them around in my hand, squeezing again when he groaned out my name and ground himself against me.

I ran my nails over the soft sacs, causing them to draw up tight against his body.

"Heathen," he growled as he jerked and grabbed at my hands, pulling them together and locking them in his, weaving our fingers together in an intimate embrace.

I gripped his hands back, loving this demandingly devious side to him, reveling in the feelings he evokes in me- this wanton, wild side of me breaking loose as he coaxed it out of me.

He pounded into me, his lower arms holding my hips in place as his shaft plundered my hot depths shamelessly.

"Mine! Little Heathen, all mine!"

"Take me, Perre," I purred, my feet digging into the bed sheets for leverage as the bed rattled and creaked from our raucous love making.

"Make me cum," I moaned, bucking back against him, almost dislodging him as he hammered into me and I pumped back against him, meeting him thrust for thrust.

Perre reached forward and rubbed his thumb on my pleasure button, the pressure of his rough, calloused digit against my slick sensitive nub setting me off, bringing us both close to our own explosively glorious end.

I screamed out his name as my body tightened around his, gripping his shaft convulsively, his own climax pulsing in time to mine as he shouted out my name in return.

Time passed, I have no idea how much, and we just laid there, panting in the aftermath, neither one of us ready to say or do anything just yet.

Both of us began listing a little to the side, and we went with it, flopping to our sides together, his shaft still buried deep inside of me, still pulsing in the after math of his orgasm.

I gripped him with my inner muscles and he ground himself against me in return, his breath catching as I teased him.

He ran his hands caressingly over one of the cheeks of my bottom, smoothing his hands over the large pale moons I call a rump.

“I want you too, Perre. Sounds crazy...” I whispered, trailing off, referring to my stating I wanted Marre earlier, my hands caressing the thick upper arms he had banded around me.

"This is all so sudden... and crazy... but I do," I told him quietly, my fingertips dancing across his knuckles to twine with the hands of his upper arms.

He slid the hands of his lower arms down between my legs and played with the combined juices now seeping from me from our joined bodies.

“You could always choose me,” he teased, but I sensed and heard something in his voice that said differently, said he really meant it.

He ran his slicked up digits along my clit and rubbed slowly, running another hand through our juices, as he rubbed it over and over where we were joined.

“What about Marre?” I panted out as he brought my sated, half limp body back to life.

“What about Marre,” he grunted irritably, his upper arms banding around me a little tighter.

I could feel him frowning as his cheek lay against mine.

“I like him too, Perre,” I said quietly, stilling his hands for a moment.

“Yeah, well, we can’t always have what we want, now can we, princess,” he snapped snidely, pulling away from me.

The sudden change in his demeanor stunned me a little, my face turning beet red at his smarmy retort as it hit home.

My hands fisted and I balled them up tightly, clenching them at my sides.

“You don’t have to be such a jerk about it. I’m just being completely honest with you. I’d hope you would do the same for me.” My lips thinned and my eyes narrowed slightly, irritated at his attitude.

Talk about hot then cold.

“Yeah, honesty,” he shot back hotly, his eyes narrowing at me a little as he gave me a cool stare, his suddenly frosty attitude at odds with the intimacy of a minute ago. “Well, maybe I don’t want to have to deal with a foul mouthed nympho that can’t figure out what kind of male she wants! Or which male!” he continued, his voice rising with his ire.

“You’re turning what I said around. I was being honest with you. This is all new to me and I’m a little confused here. You’re just making it worse, adding guilt onto everything else. I can’t help how I feel about Marre, and I won’t let you make me feel guilty for it either!” I glared, crossing my arms over my chest, my mouth pursing like I’d just sucked a lemon.

“Can’t help it, huh? So when another fella comes along and ‘does it for you’," he smirked that smarmy smirk of his, making air quotes, “are you going to play musical beds with him too?” he growled, his ridges rising up along their spines.

That hurt. That was my only thought as his comment hit its mark. This is... whatever it is between Perre and me, is different, with Marre too.

Crazy, hard to explain, almost impossible to deny, but it’s there.

I feel a pull towards them that I’m finding hard to resist, an irresistible tie to them I can't undo.

For him to cut it down, making me seem so shallow... fickle...loose...

Didn't he feel the pull towards me too? That magnetic attraction that drags us toward each other?

I searched his expression for any sign of remorse, anything to help me deal with the bomb he'd just dropped on me. Ass-sumed of me.

His face turned carefully blank at my searching looks.

So, it's like that, huh?

“Is that what you really think? What you think of me? That I’m a whore?” I said slowly as I started stalking towards him.

“I didn’t say that exactly...” he replied quietly, examining his finger nails, like he wasn’t the world’s largest ass, like he hadn’t just torn me down and implied I’m a floozy.

He came on to me! Initiated sex with me!

I paused in disbelief as I wracked my brain for answers I obviously wasn't going to get from the pink, bottled up, man child.

My demon lord keeps himself buttoned up tight, emotions kept under lock and key, I thought, pondering this new development.

I replayed everything leading up to this point and a thought hit me suddenly, like lightning had come crashing down out of the sky and struck me.

“I get it,” I muttered as realization dawned, “You’re jealous of Marre, and you're mad because I hurt your feelings.”

It was a shot in the dark, as far as guesses go, but I just had a terrible feeling that’s what it was. It would make sense, explain his sudden flip of the switch.

His suddenly cherry red face confirmed it.

“No!” he insisted vehemently, shaking his head in denial. “Why would I be jealous of him? Technically it would be like envying myself, now wouldn’t it?” he grumbled, his tone clipped and unfriendly.

Deflect all you want, buddy, I’m so on to you now!

“No, it wouldn’t, because you’re not the same. You two couldn’t be more different if not for the fact that you look similar.”

My anger started to fade a little as I tried to put myself in his position, see it from his point of view. It would be really hard to begin to care for someone, only to have to deal with them also having feelings for someone else. Even scarier if you feel a click with someone you know, but don’t exactly know.

I’m in a similar boat with you Perre, but I don’t have to worry about sharing you with anyone else.

I think that would be a tough pill for anyone to swallow.

I walked towards him to comfort him a little, reassure him, let him know I care for him too, but he dodged me and went to the other side of the bed.

I don't even know why I feel like I have to, need to try. We barely know each other! So why do I feel like I've known him forever? Like I've been waiting around for Marre and Perre to waltz in and sweep me off my feet.

I eyed Perre and snorted at the idea of him letting a single romantic bone in his body loose long enough to sweep me anywhere, except maybe against a hard surface to rut me wildly.

My body shivered at the mental image, a small smile playing at the corners of my lips.

“What are you doing?” he asked curiously, eyeing me like he thought I was plotting to play a trick on him.

“I’m walking to you,” I said nonchalantly, smiling at him a little more, my eyes twinkling at him playfully as I advanced towards him.

“Why?” he asked warily.

“To hug you,” I answered, chuckling at the tone of his voice.

“Uh-huh, why?” he asked, sounding unconvinced.

“You look like you need one.”

His face darkened, anger shadowing his ruggedly handsome features.

“I don’t want or need your pity, princess,” he spat, glaring at me.

“I don’t pity you, you stubborn ass! Now quit moving!” I shot back, hopping onto the bed to try and gain on him.

“Ah, yes, poor Perre. I’ll make nice with him and maybe I can fuck him and his brother,” he sneered, his expression freezing me on the spot.

“What happened to the fun Perre from a little bit ago, where the hell is he hiding?” I demanded, ignoring his nasty barbs.

Trying to, anyways...

“Is that what you want, Magenta, a threesome with the two Cardanians? Wanted to see what it was like? See how fun it could be? Two males rutting with you at the same time...”

“No!” I barked, cutting him off. Is that what he thinks I want? What I’m doing here?

“What, you didn’t think you could get in good with Marre, sex it up with him, and then see if I was willing too?” he continued, his angry face making him seem almost sinister as he kept baiting me. “You said you were confused? I thought you could tell us apart? Wanted to try each of us out and see which one rode better?”

“Stop it,” I hissed, my hands shaking as I hugged my middle, his barbs hitting their mark. It felt like they were dipped with acid.

He kept going, his voice condescending as he laid into me, twisting my words around to suit himself, laying into me full force.

I didn’t want to hear him spitting any more of his poison at me, so I ignored him, covering my ears with my hands as I tried to rush out of the room.

He grabbed me and cupped my hands with his upper ones, lifting them away from my ears and keeping them at my sides.

I kept my head down, feeling ashamed for the way he’d made me sound, the bits and pieces I could hear of him degrading me, tearing down the nature of what I'd stupidly thought we’d just shared.

He’d turned it into something ugly, something snapping inside of me, making me feel really vulnerable right now.

“Truth hurt?” he whispered fiercely, bringing tears stinging to the backs of my eyes.

I blinked them back, refusing to let myself cry in front of him

What would cause someone to lash out at someone this way? I feel like he's not even really talking to me anymore, just taunting the ghost of some unseen wound that's still bleeding for him.

Baggage much?

Anger, jealousy, trust issues, pole up his rump...

Hmm... All signs point to a woman.

The pink shaving cream and pink razor popped into my mind and it all clicked into place.

Ahhh, I thought after a moment, old wounds are getting ripped open. Unintentionally, of course, I wouldn't hurt Perre. I don't think I'm even capable of it where the touchy, pink, prickly demon lord is concerned. No matter how crazy he makes me.

Looks like I have my work cut out for me here.

Seems to have a brick wall wrapped around himself, quick to snap whenever he shows any vulnerability, shutting you out and down before you get the chance to do anything to him first.

I can’t take it back, though, admitting my feelings for Marre, and I wouldn’t have lied to him anyways.

Could I have done it over again, I would’ve done the same exact thing- told him the truth. I need him to know where I'm at, how I feel about all of this.

Hell, I'm still not even sure exactly how I feel about all of it. This is all a lot to digest.

But, for now, I'm going to set it aside and get some things straight right now, before we can go any further.

“Whoever she was, you can’t hurt her by hurting me. I didn’t do anything,” I said after a long pause, finally looking up at him.

His eyes grew wide and then narrowed dangerously.

“Marre tell you that, did he?” he accused. "She was a whore, didn't mean a damn thing to me. Don't even know why you’re bringing it up. Want her number to compare notes, see how we add up?" he sneered.

His jaw twitched as he clenched it tight, eyeing me, assessing me. "You know what they say,” he just had to add, “birds of a feather..."

A 'crack' echoed through the room as I slapped him hard across the face, boring imaginary holes into him with a killing glare.

“Marre didn’t tell me anything! You obviously have a chapped ass about something, or you wouldn’t be jumping to so many conclusions!” I shouted, my blood boiling, temper spiked to the umpteenth degree.

“So then it’s normal to mate with a woman, and then she tells you she wants your brother... do I have it all down right?” he bit out coldly, a huge red welt spreading out and welting up on his face.

“You know what,” I clipped out, walking over to the bed and rummaging through the sheets for my torn up clothes as I started in on him.

“What? Tell me, I’m just dying to know!” he shot back sarcastically, throwing his arms up.

“I don’t know what I ever saw in you! I thought you were the quiet one, everyone did," I raised my hands up, gesturing around wildly. "I thought you were different. I thought I could be honest with you, that you’d understand. I thought it was for a good reason, not because deep down you’re still a silly little boy who can’t handle anything and still needs his mommy!” I ranted, flinching as he pounded his fist into the wall, plaster and drywall flying everywhere.

“Maybe I don’t want a mate who will fuck anything with a willing dick! Maybe I don’t want to have to deal with you! Maybe you’re full of shit and you just want to make a god damn sandwich with me and Marre, going on your merry way, when all is said and done!” he bellowed, his ridges whistling, the sound almost as loud and deafening as his voice.

I ground my teeth in frustration.

“Well I have news for you, heathen, you just mated me! Crash course, sweet heart,” he ground out through clenched teeth, “Cardanian’s only release their mating appendage when they claim their intended! Now you’re stuck with me, Forever! So there, how do you feel about that?!!” he finished, his voice rising to a shout at the end.

Mated! Mated! He can’t just... mate me! I have a choice in this! Erm, don’t I? Or did I forfeit that when I agreed to the sex?

No!

I refuse to be pinned down by an over bearing, untrusting, sneaky... He mated me! On purpose! Didn’t bother to tell me!

I felt my blood pressure rising at the unfairness of his underhanded tactics.

I will not be chained to him for the rest of my life like a... a... like a dead weight! To such a... a selfish bastard!

He should have told me, my mind wailed.

“YOU! ARE SUCH AN ASSHOLE!” I screamed, finally snapping inside, throwing things at him, not caring about the suddenly shocked look on his face.

“A smarmy,” I screeched, throwing his alarm clock at him, “inconsiderate,” there went a jar of change, “flag pole up his ass,” I panted, chucking a porcelain figurine of some kind of naked woman with too many arms.

“Hey! I liked that!” he protested, ducking it as it missed his head and hit the wall, smashing into a million satisfying pieces.

“It was ugly!” I shrieked, “Looked like you with huge tits!” I sneered, snarling at him when he attempted to move towards me, effectively stilling his advance.

I threw his athletic cup at him, knocking him with it in the chest.

Perre just gaped at me as I continued my rampage.

I picked up the condiment bottles that had tumbled out of our clothes when he’d ripped our pants off earlier and chucked them at him too, yelling colorful expletives at him as he batted away all the hard plastic missiles.

“What the hell is going on in here?!” Marre barked from the door way, his jaw dropping as he took in all the carnage.

His gaze scanned the room and stalled on me, taking in my naked, raging, condiment covered body, and his eyes gleamed hotly at me, but his mouth was a concerned, grim slash.

“It’s all his fault,” I snapped, pointing at Perre.

“Like hell, woman! This is all your fault!” Perre bellowed, crossing his arms belligerently over his chest.

“Mate, remember, husband!” I screeched at him, picking up another bottle, winding it up and letting it fly, hitting him right between the eyes with it.

His stunned expression was priceless as the bottle bounced off of his forehead with a meaty thwack, leaving a smear of mustard right between his eyes.

A direct hit! I crowed in my head.

Marre looked back and forth between us, watching our exchange avidly, quietly taking it all in.

He silently started taking off everything he wore except his snug fitting boxer briefs, setting everything into a neat pile on the hallway floor.

He swooped in and tossed a screaming me over his shoulder, smacking my ass hard when I grabbed onto the door frame, so I could finish telling Perre exactly where he could stick his dick the next time he felt the need, because he wouldn’t be getting any from me!

I yelped and released the door frame at his slap, trying to reach my hand around to protect my bottom from his stinging palms.

That shit smarts!

“Clean this up!” Marre barked at Perre as he took off with me down the hall.

I used one hand to cover my bum while the other shook wildly in the air as I cursed Perre to planet China and back.

Marre was silent, toting me along like a sack of potatoes, his sexy ass flexing and tightening becomingly in those skin tight briefs as he made his way down the hall, ignoring my tirade.

He walked into his room and kicked the door shut with the heel of his foot, not even pausing as he made his way into his attached bathroom.

Nice digs, I thought appreciatively as I admired the tasteful yet masculine furniture in his room from my awkward position over his shoulder.

He walked into the bathroom and secured my legs with his upper arms, turning on the taps with his lower one.

When he was satisfied with the temperature, he slid me down his torso slowly, oh so slowly, setting me gently on my feet in the shower.

He stepped back and left the bathroom, leaving the bathroom door open behind him. I heard the door to his bedroom click open and snick shut a second later, signaling his departure.

Slumping dejectedly, I let the warm water cascade over me, soothing my frayed nerves as I took deep, even, calming breaths.

I stood there for a moment, bowing my head and staring at my feet, watching as all the mess I'd been covered in washed down the drain, swirling down it in a colorful mess.

I didn't even realize I'd been crying until I felt hot tears rolling down my cheeks.

I closed my eyes and let them fall, silently crying as each and every remark jabbed at me, eating at my soul as if I'd really done it, as if I was every demeaning thing Perre had thrown at me.

I really shouldn't care what he thinks... or should I? According to him, he claimed me. I don't even know one hundred percent what that means, exactly!

A solid, comforting warmth pressed against my back and Marre was there, his lower arms wrapping around me protectively as his upper arms smoothed over my hair, rubbing my back and neck gently.

“Shhh,” he soothed as I tried to talk and it came out choked.

I turned in his arms and let him comfort me, wrapping my arms around him too, his voice low and rumbling in his chest as he whispered to me softly.

"You alright, sweet heart?"

"I don't know," I told him honestly.

"Want to talk about it?"

"No," I mumbled belligerently, burying my face in his abdomen, since I'm not tall enough to pillow against his man boobs.

He chuckled and pulled me away a little bit, looking into my eyes as he caressed my shoulders and smiled at me reassuringly, encouraging me to tell him what was wrong.

I sighed and looked off to the side, worried about how he might react. Biting my lip, I peeked up at him.

"He thinks I'm a whore for having feelings for the both of you," I muttered quietly, while I looked down to stare at our feet, the water swirling down the drain my focal point as I avoided the urge to see his reaction.

"Look at me," Marre said after a long moment, his voice low but firm.

I swallowed and closed my eyes, tears pricking the backs of them again.

He grasped my chin firmly in his hand and turned my face up to meet his.

"Open your eyes, Ah Cah Eema," he demanded, holding my chin still when I would have pulled away.

I opened them slowly, grudgingly, and looked at him, expecting the worst. He ran his fingertips over my cheek, looking me over intently, his expression giving nothing away.

"Do you care for me, Magenta?" he asked, staring at me intently.

"Yes," I admitted quietly, my breath catching at the delight that broke out across his face.

He leaned down and kissed me, his lips hot and hungry on mine, devouring me as he pulled me towards him, sliding his lower arms around my waist to smooth over my hips distractingly.

"I care for you too, sweet heart," he murmured, his voice muffled against my neck as he placed gentle nips along my neck. He reached one of the spots where Perre had bitten me and I yelped, jumping as he accidentally nipped the bite mark.

He pulled my hair back and frowned as he examined my bite wound.

"It's really not that bad." I cleared my throat awkwardly and blushed, cupping my hand over it to hide it from him.

"He broke the skin," he gritted out, glaring at my cupped hand.

"I don't think he meant to do it that hard," I chided, then shut up, realizing what I was doing.

Marre looked up at me, surprised, and raised his brows.

"You would defend him?" he asked carefully, something in his expression at odds with his tone.

"He says he claimed me," I blurted stupidly, ignoring his question.

Marre blinked at me and opened and closed his mouth, as if he wanted to say something but wasn’t quite sure how.

"What does that even mean?" I asked uncertainly, staring up into warm brown eyes. "He didn't even ask me, he just did it, and didn't even bother telling me, or explaining what claiming me even means. I had no idea that's what he'd had in mind when we, when..." I stopped spluttering at the end, realizing what I was about to say. I almost bit the end of my tongue off, I’d clamped my mouth shut so tight.

Sooo not about to discuss specifics on that with Marre.

Marre could tell I was about to say more, and waited me out patiently.

"He shouted out that special announcement seconds after he accused me of being a hussy for admitting to wanting both of you," I blurted, turning pink as I unloaded on him.

"You're not a hussy, goddess, and you're not a whore" he assured me, massaging my neck and shoulders soothingly.

"Then why do I want you both so bad?" I whispered, my mind warring with my body.

He turned us suddenly and pushed my back against the tiled wall. Strong arms picked me up and pinned me there, between his hot hard body and the cold tiles of the shower, brushing his lips over mine teasingly, his tongue snaking out to run along the seam of my mouth, nipping and licking to coax me into opening up.

"Tell me what he meant, Marre," I pleaded on a moan, but the heat building between us was making me all discombobulated, side tracking me from finding out some very impertinent facts.

I have to get answers before this goes any further, I thought as Marre took my momentary distraction to gain entry, his tongue sneaking in to cut me off before I could say anything else.

Our tongues danced together, the assured, confident manner of his kisses endearing him to me even more.

My sweet prince charming has a wicked way with his tongue, I decided as his stroked against mine, eliciting a moan from me.

Marre ended the kiss, reluctantly on both our parts, licking his lips enticingly as heat simmered in his eyes.

"He claimed you," Marre replied and sighed sadly as he set me on my feet, then bent towards me, his forehead leaning against mine as he spoke softly.

He glanced down at his engorged erection sympathetically, and I could swear I heard him whimper a little.

A small smile perked up the corner of my mouth at that and I turned off the water as he hopped out of the shower quickly to grab us towels.

"Come on, let's get out and then you can ask me whatever you want.” He watched me move forward, handing me a towel, his erection bobbing between his legs, hot and hard.

I couldn’t help but stare, the towel meant for me dangling from my fingertips, my gaze on his engorged cock. The head of his shaft looked almost angry, it was so thick and engorged.

"If we'd stayed in there much longer, the last thing we'd be doing is talking," he half growled, voice husky and low, catching my heated stare and glancing longingly at the shower.

I giggled, and he grinned at me, his smile lighting up his whole face as he shrugged, gave me a 'what do you expect from me' look, and ushered me into the bedroom.

 

 

Cardanian birds and bees...

 

Marre

 

 

"Perre claimed you. It's what we do to let others know our intentions towards the woman we plan to... wed," I explained hesitantly, trying to judge her reaction.

She seemed to be taking it all in quite well, almost like she'd already guessed as much but wanted to be sure.

"You mean we aren't technically married yet, though? He just put the Cardanian equivalent to a 'do not touch, property of Perre' sign on me. Like calling dibs..." she asked slowly, trailing off, her tone of voice indicating she didn't like her own particular train of thought very much.

"No. It's more like an engagement ring, a vow of his intentions, if you will," I rushed in to assure her.

God damn it, Perre! You really mucked everything up this time, brother!

"Can I say no?" she asked worriedly, gnawing on her bottom lip, looking at me hopefully.

"Uh, I guess you could, but it would be kind of hard. Cardanian's only mate once and when we do, it's for life," I told her honestly, wincing as she shouted out at my announcement, her eyes wide with disbelief.

"What?!" she fairly shouted again, jumping up on the bed in shock.

I nodded and gave her the rest.

Might as well, she's already come this far and hasn't fallen apart yet, running and screaming from the room.

The episode with Perre was different, I promised myself. It doesn't count.

"Since he's already mated you, he can't have children with anyone else either," I admitted, clearing my throat nervously as her mouth began to gape open and closed wordlessly, her face going pale in her already porcelain complexion.

She was starting to look a little green around the gills, so I scooped her up and placed her towel wrapped body in my lap, hugging her tight to try and comfort her.

"What am I going to do?" she whispered, her voice cracking, my heart aching for her at her desolate tone. It seemed to almost echo, sounding stark in the quiet of the room.

"He doesn't even like me..."

"Perre likes you, my maiden fair, or he wouldn't have mated with you, wouldn't have committed himself to you in such a way. I know everything is really sudden, and it's a lot to take in, but he's not really like that, not usually. We had a bad experience with another woman not too long ago. It's not you, it's him. He has issues with what the woman did, and he's having trouble getting over it. He fucked up, everyone fucks up sometimes, right?" I cajoled, explaining Perre to her to ease her pain, hoping she’d believe me when I tell her it really is him and nothing she did.

Explaining him to her so she knows it's his shit not hers. His problems, not a problem of hers or with her.

I'll deal with that Asshole later, I thought, growling in my mind. Nobody calls my goddess a whore or makes her feel ashamed for no fucking reason!

But for now, I'll play middle man and try to mend what little bit I can, for Mags’ sake.

"Why can't I marry you, instead?" she asked, her question coming out muffled against my chest.

"Are you asking, Ah Cah Eema?" I teased hopefully, stilling as she mulled it over.

She looked up at me, seeing if I was serious, and blinked, "But what about Perre? Wouldn't that hurt him? I thought... I mean... that is to say..." she stammered.

"Shh," I hushed, smiling at her wickedly, putting a finger to her lips as I flopped back on the bed, taking a squealing Mags with me.

I cut off her squeal with a kiss and devoured my sweet little morsel, her moans echoing in the room as I rubbed us against each other erotically through the layers of towels.

"Wait," she panted, pulling away, my cock rock hard and ready to go.

Not this time, my friend, I promised my cock.

This time she's not getting away from us, I vowed.

A banging sounded in the hall and my door flew open, Perre standing there in the door way, hurt and anger contorting his features.

Mags gasped and stood up, looking guiltily between me and Perre, her knuckles white as they gripped the towel tightly closed.

"YOU!" Perre bellowed, advancing into the room, his fists clenched as he stalked towards me.

"Well, hello to you too," I greeted my irate twin calmly, unruffled by his peacock like display of caveman-ship.

Been there, done that, have the t-shirt.

I'm over it.

"You call her a whore, brother dear?" I asked calmly, looking him straight in the eyes, my outward appearance screaming cool and collected, my insides chuffing for me to let loose on him.

"She's mine," he snarled, swinging a meaty, rage filled fist at me.

I dodged it smoothly and delivered a brilliantly aimed- if I do say so myself- sharp right hook to his jaw, instantly knocking his pink ass out.

I looked down at Perre's prone form and back to Mags.

After a quick glance at the door way, my gaze swiveled back to Mags once more and waited for her reaction, unsure as to how she'd react.

She looked from me to Perre, and then back at me in amazement.

She peeked over at Perre, double checking to make sure he was truly alright.

"Oh, wow! Can you show me how to do that?!" she squeaked excitedly, stepping over Perre to get to me.

I leaned down and caught her, planting a hungry kiss on her soft, sweet lips, nibbling at them and letting my tongue slide over the plump flesh to seek entry, her mouth parting slightly for me in answer.

Mmm, she tastes like honey, I thought, moaning into her mouth.

I pulled away a little and grinned at her. "You're not mad I punched Perre's lights out?"

She smiled a little and shrugged, glancing down at Perre, nudging him with her toe and then looking back up at me again.

She sighed and shook her head a little, glancing back at Perre again, then rolling her eyes at his prone form.

"Nope. You had every right," she told me, matter of fact, championing me, "he swung first. He got what was coming to him," she kissed me and grinned, "I don't pander to idiocy. He wasn't in a listening or talking kind of mood, what else could you have done? Besides, you wouldn't permanently damage him or anything. You love your brother." She stared deeply into my eyes, completely serious, telling me so with conviction, her complete and utter faith in me humbling.

"Oh, and how could I be mad when my knight in shining armor pulls a prince charming and defends my honor against the demon lord falsely accusing me of whoring around?" She gave me a cheeky grin and a tinkling little laugh, pecking my cheek.

Batting her lashes playfully, she gave a fake swoon. "My hero, however will I repay you?"

"I know this might be too soon to say, everything is really new and I understand if this is probably too sudden for you, but I love you, Magenta May O'Malley,” I blurted, my heart on my sleeve as I went and just spilled my guts, letting it all tumble out.

I really do love her.

I love how she smiles, her fun quirky personality, how she makes me feel, how she lights up a room.

"You make me feel worthy, goddess, make me love you," I murmured, holding my breath for her response, praying she doesn't reject me.

"Oh, Marre." She sighed happily, looking elated, and then suddenly sad.

Shit! I should have just kept my damn mouth shut!

She glanced down at Perre and then back at me.

Ohhh, I thought, getting it now, she meant because of Perre.

"Is it because you don't feel the same or..."

"No! It's not that! It's not that at all. I feel so strongly about you, Marre. You're a great friend and as we've gotten to know each other, I've really gotten to know you, see the real you... and I agree, it is really soon,” she bit her lip nervously, “Maybe too soon..." she trailed off, and my heart sunk a little.

She likes me a lot, as a ‘friend’...? Oh, god...

"But," she started, and a small spark of hope held out, my body stilling as I waited for her to finish that sentence.

She must have seen something in my expression to give me away, because she took my upper hands in hers and pulled them to her face, rubbing them against her cheek in a show of affection, a sweet caress.

"I've never been in love before, Marre," she explained solemnly, and my face faltered slightly, "but," she said quickly, "I think I love you too."

Reaching up to cup my face in her small, soft hands, I leaned down more to nuzzle against them. Her earnest expression made my heart leap at her announcement as she kissed me softly.

She pulled away and eyed me seriously for a moment.

"I know I feel strongly for you, and you for me, but I won't ditch, Perre... even if this whole mess is sort of his fault." She exhaled on a long sigh.

I hugged her tighter and smiled.

"Mine too, erm, truth be told," she admitted bashfully, my beautiful goddess suddenly a bit sheepish, blushing and looking a little uncomfortable at the admission, "but I couldn't do that to him. I couldn't just drop him like that for you. No matter how irrational he's being at the moment. I hope you understand, Marre... and I wouldn't leave you for him either."

I scooped her up and kissed her hard, mastering her mouth as I put everything into that kiss, trying to convey my happiness to her with all the passion I possessed her mouth with.

I pulled away reluctantly and set her on the bed, walking over to a groaning Perre to grab his legs and drag him out of the room.

I whistled jauntily as I worked on getting the overgrown, pink mammoth out of my room.

"What are you...uhm, doing?" Mags murmured, eyeballing me suspiciously, like she thought I’d abruptly lost my friggin’ mind.

Her kisses had rattled me, all right, but not like that, I thought, chuckling out loud.

And in just a few moments I'm going to show my goddess exactly how stirred up she's gotten her Cardanian knight in shining armor.

Once Perre was in the hall, I motioned for Mags to stay where she was, walking over to my dresser and snatching the glass of water off of it, carrying it back to Perre, and then dumping the contents onto his head.

"Wha... ack!" Perre garbled out, sputtering.

"Mags asked me to marry her, and I said 'yes'," I told Perre, ignoring Mags sputtering from the bed, "So, you can either get over it and wed her too, or stay a miserable bastard and live a miserable life, all by yourself, blaming my goddess for past deeds she had no hand in. Up to you, let me know what you decide." I strode back into the room after that, slamming the door in his water logged face and locking it behind me as he began to pound on it.

Good thing the door is reinforced! I smirked, hurrying over to my mate, pouncing on her as I threw my towel off and chucked it over my shoulder somewhere behind me.

 

 

I, uhm, do?

 

Magenta

 

 

"Can we do that? Can I marry you, Marre?" I asked breathlessly as he pulled open my towel and latched onto my collar bone, his mouth hot and hungry as he blazed a trail of passionate kisses across my body.

"Cardanian twins, we can both claim you," he purred huskily, his eyes darkening right before he took my nipple into his mouth, the bud hardening instantly at his attentions as his tongue slicked over and over it.

A hand came up to cup the other breast, kneading the generous mound as two of his six fingers pinched and circled the areola, the bud throbbing in time to his mouth sucking on the opposite breast, my body sizzling and growing wet at his love play.

"Marre," I moaned, clutching his head.

The pounding on the door was a little distracting, but not as distracting as Marre's talented fingers and tongue.

"Don't you dare!" Perre growled from the other side. "Marre!" he bellowed, the door sounding like it might come off of its hinges.

Marre rolled and pulled me down on top of him, switching our positions, his erection slicking through my wet juices as he lubed his cock up.

"Ready, goddess?" he murmured between delicious, nipping kisses, his eyes glazed over with desire as they roamed hungrily over my body.

"Are you sure we should?" I panted out, suddenly unsure now, glancing over as the frame around the door started to crack and send dust moats floating about.

"Yes, aren't you?" Everything in him froze, stilling his hands at my waist, pausing to search my eyes for any sign of uncertainty.

"Yes, but..." I whispered, my eyes straying warily to the door.

He cut me off, his lips eating at my mouth as he grabbed my hips hard in his big, strong hands and entered me, pulling my hips down as he pumped into me, his engorged member hard and hot as he sheathed himself inside of me.

He caught my gasp in his mouth, moaning as we joined together intimately.

I squirmed in his embrace, wiggling around on him as he filled me up, stretching my insides as they gripped him, trying to accommodate his girth and magnificent size.

"Ah. Oh, goddess,” he groaned, pumping with short hard thrusts as I met him every time, my back arching when he hit the right spot.

“I'm sorry. So sorry, goddess, but I'm afraid I'm not going to last very long," he panted out, his body stilling to hold off any early bottle rocket impersonations.

I pushed his hands off of me and let him slide out of me, slinking down his body, gazing at his thick erection as his mating head protruded, the tip glistening with our combined juices.

I looked at him between lowered lashes as I blew softly on the wet head.

"How soon do you think you could go again, hmm, if I help you out a little?" I purred and winked, licking my lips seductively as I watched his shaft twitch at the invitation.

I grinned when he gasped out a little, his breath whooshing out of him in a rush as I blew on the head again.

He suddenly took a hard swallow, his adam's apple bobbing as he tried to get himself together.

"The way I'm feeling right now, I'd say right away, but, sweet hea... argh!" he groaned inarticulately, and moans of pleasure followed closely behind.

I didn't even let him finish his sentence, just took him into my mouth, swallowing him whole and pulling back every so often to suck greedily on the head. It didn’t take him long after that, his sudden shout warning me before I felt the warm salty rush of his seed as it washed down the back of my throat.

I didn't get a chance to have another thought as Marre grabbed me and hauled me up, thrusting into me and impaling me on his hard as steel shaft as he pulled me down, pushing inside of me until he was buried in to the hilt.

He ground his pelvis against mine, calling my name out mindlessly, his upper arms groping my breasts and pinching the hardened buds teasingly as his lower arms gripped my hips, pushing and pulling me right where he wanted me as I bounced on top of him frantically, trying to hit that magical spot he kept brushing against inside of me.

My nails dug into his chest as I rushed towards my own climax.

His penile extension started to vibrate, giving me that little push that I needed, shoving me over the precipice, his body following as he groaned and emptied himself inside of me, my voice going hoarse as I called his name out in return, my sheath clutching him in a vise-like grip as it sucked greedily at him, collecting every drop of his seed.

My sated body slumped against him and I said the only thing I could manage at the moment, "Wow, just wow."

Marre chuckled and kissed the top of my head.

“Yes, I like that. Wow,” he agreed happily.

I closed my eyes, relaxing against my knight as the beat of his heart lulled me, my lids growing heavy as exhaustion finally caught up to me.

Marre ran his hands over my back and bottom, his fingertips running over my naked flesh softly as he drew circles and swirlies across my sensitive skin.

I closed my eyes and succumbed to the pull of the sand man on my over taxed body, falling soundly into a troubled but dreamless sleep.

The pounding on the door was a niggling in the back of my mind I couldn't quite process. I'll remember when I wake up. Deal with it then, my last thoughts as I drifted off.

 

 

‘Til death do us part

 

Perre

 

 

No! She's MINE! My mind screamed as Marre slammed the door on my face.

He can't! I thought, panicking. I don't want to share! Damn it!

She’s mine!

My mind was going insane as Marre's voice penetrated through the door.

I started pounding on it, ramming it with my shoulder as my woman's heart felt moans hit my ears.

"Don't you dare!" I bellowed, banging on the door.

"Marre!" I shouted warningly, my knuckles bloody, shoulder throbbing from my efforts.

I kept it up, even after I knew the deed had been done, our fates effectively sealed as our mate bond solidified.

The barriers I'd created to help keep Marre out of my head, useless now as Mags thoughts stirred into my consciousness.

 

 

Breakfast anyone? No? How about a sandwich?

 

Magenta

 

 

I woke up early, sliding quietly out from the bed on silent feet, putting on one of Marre's shirts and nothing else as I padded towards the kitchen, trying my best not to make a sound so my fiancés could sleep.

I almost giggled out loud at the thought.

Fiancé. I have two fiancés.

Granted, one of them has his head up his bum at the moment, but I'm hoping he'll get over it.

Mother is going to crap her pants! I thought, grinning at the irony of it.

She did say she wanted me to settle down, after all.

I went to the kitchen and started cooking up breakfast, humming quietly as I tried to get everything done before they woke up.

I chewed on my bottom lip a little worriedly as I thought of Perre and the pounding he gave the door as he’d tried to stop Marre and I from mating.

Mad as Perre was about it, I was ecstatic, an overwhelming sense of wellbeing rushing over me at the rightness of the situation.

I hurriedly set the table and brewed coffee, rushing over to the stove to check on the biscuits that should be about done by now.

“Ahh, golden brown fluffy goodness,” I murmured as I inhaled the enticing aroma of freshly baked biscuits.

I turned off the oven and started to get everything into serving dishes, hoping this was enough to feed two giant Cardanians.

I was just about to put the food onto the table when two muscular arms scooped me up and plucked me up off my feet, an indelicate squeal renting the air as I flailed around, trying to grasp anything I could reach.

My hands slid across the counter tops uselessly as I tried to grab onto them as I was hauled towards the table.

"MINE," was Perre's snarled out greeting as he set me on my feet, bent me over the top of the table and pinned me there. The metallic sound of his zipper being lowered was the only other sound, aside from our harsh breathing, as he shoved my legs apart and positioned himself behind me.

"Perre," I gasped on a breath as I felt him thick and long behind me, grinding himself into my bottom as he gripped my hips in his lower arms.

He reached over with his upper arms, one snagging in my hair and pulling a little to turn my head towards him, the other going under my shirt and straight for my breast, pinching my nipple hard and then soothing it over with his thumb as I cried out.

"Mine!" he growled quietly, vehemently, sounding less pissed than a minute ago.

"Perre," I whimpered, grinding myself back against him, tilting my head a little more to the side to give him better access to my mouth.

He obliged and kissed me fiercely, taking possession of my mouth as I gave myself over to him, my body lighting up like the fourth of July.

I know I shouldn't be doing this. I mean, technically, I should still be mad at him.

Still am, but he sets something aflame in me that burns me up inside, turning my brain into apple sauce, all coherent thoughts fleeing me at his sensual assault.

Perre shifted and put himself against me, his shaft playing at the mouth of my sex, dipping shallowly as he pushed in and pulled out a just enough, just a little, teasing me close to the edge and then stopping just before I went over.

His hand left my breast to play with my clit, rubbing it in tight little circles.

I cried out as he stopped suddenly, pulled away and backed up, my unsatisfied body throbbing with unmet passion at his abrupt departure.

Surprised, and a bit more than shocked, I glanced up and saw he'd put himself back into his pants and zipped up, walking over to the coffee maker to get himself a cup.

"Perre?" I asked disconcertedly, confused, a niggling starting to tickle at my subconscious.

Is he freaking kidding me?!

What the hell?

"Yes, heathen?" he inquired brusquely, his back turned away from me as he poured himself a cup, acting nonchalant about this whole thing.

"What gives?" I demanded tersely, my hands on my hips, body still throbbing from the fierce arousal he'd brought out in me.

"Just getting a little pay back," he tossed back carelessly, picking absently at the bacon next to the coffee maker.

"Pay back? For mating Marre?" I scoffed incredulously.

"No," he said quietly, "I'll do that later." He gestured with his coffee cup towards the table, then the bathroom. "That was for that," His lips tightened and his eyes narrowed slightly, anger simmering in his gold flecked, brown gaze.

"HUH?" I mumbled stupidly, totally at a loss.

"The shit you pulled with the stuff in my bathroom." He glared at me, his face flushing with embarrassment.

"Oh, that stuff. Heh, heh." I smiled crookedly, not bothering to smother it , chuckling a little as I remembered what I'd done to his bathroom last night, pulling my shirt down over my breasts as I realized the twins were still hanging out and about.

"Sorry, forgot about that," I apologized halfheartedly, not sounding sorry at all. And I would do it again in a heartbeat, you ogre! I tacked on silently.

I was a little too mad at him at the moment to care if I hurt his 'feelings' or not. If he even has any...

“Let’s back up a moment shall we,” I said a little too calmly, putting my hands behind my back so he didn’t see me clenching them together to keep from strangling him to death.

“You’ll get to that later? Later?!,” I ranted, pissed at him to hell and back.

Perre lifted a hairless brow at me, but nothing else.

Why do I have a funny feeling I don’t need to tell him how I feel, he already knows?

“You threatening me, Perre?” I asked quietly, my voice hard and cold as I stared up into his face.

He opened his mouth as if he was going to say something, but I kept going.

“You would use sex to get even with me for a practical joke? Did I pretend like I was going to fuck you three ways to Sunday and back off? Do you have a throbbing, aching erection from me pulling away from you and giving you the equivalent of the good old, middle fingered salute? Do I mean so little to YOU?!” I bellowed.

I took a little too much enjoyment in the momentary unease I saw flit across his features, like he’d clued into the fact that he might have taken things a little too far.

Yeah.

Sexual revenge is a major 'no no' in my book. You don’t mess with someone’s head like that! Love making is off the table when it comes to getting even. I draw the line right there.

Ahem, however, I silently amended, if he wants to be like that, then what's the saying?

When in Rome...

"Wanna play that game, demon lord?" I muttered under my breath.

He set his coffee down and shifted restlessly from foot to foot, looking like he wanted to do or say something, but wasn’t going to.

“I hope you choked on your conditioner,” I called sweetly, referring to when I’d switched his toothpaste out for it.

I marched past him as I straightened my shoulders, held my head high and walked calmly out of the room, not uttering another word as I made my way down the hall.

I walked directly to Marre's room, entering, shutting the door and then locking it behind me.

I walked up to Marre and threw back the blankets and sheets, admiring all those glorious muscles as his breath puffed out, slow and even, nice and steady, from his chest as he slept on, oblivious to my naughty intentions.

I climbed up the end of the bed and reached for him, my hands circling the base of his cock as it immediately popped up to attention.

I sucked the thick, bulbous head into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it as Marre stirred and moaned, his eyes flicking open a slit to stare at me through dark slumberous eyes as he moaned again and caressed my face, urging me on as his eyes turned all heated, hot and hungry.

His mating appendage started to slowly slide out, his breath hitching as I pulled back and ran my tongue over it.

Perre started ramming against Marre’s door, and I smiled around Marre’s shaft, my eyes dancing with mirth as Perre bellowed at me from the other side, promising all kinds of retribution if I was ‘doing what he thought I was doing’.

Marre stilled me and glanced from the door to me, then the door again as his eyes narrowed, staring accusingly at it.

“Something you’d like to tell me, Mags?” he murmured questioningly, looking away from the door and the pissed off Cardanian he could hear pounding on the other side to focus on me.

“Nope,” I whispered as I released him and grinned wickedly, cupping his balls in my hand as I leaned down and sucked the head of his shaft back into my mouth.

Perre finally busted the door down, wood flying everywhere as he broke the door frame, the door still perfectly intact, the wall a gaping mess.

He charged towards me, and Marre snarled at him warningly, sitting up as I froze, mid bob, Marre’s cock still in my mouth as Perre glared at me.

The giant pink behemoth growled at me and I intentionally ignored him, sucking on Marre again with a glide and a lash of my tongue as I took him deep, relaxing my throat muscles to let him go down as far as I could take him.

Marre clutched the bed sheets on either side of my head and gave a choked cry as I slowly let him slip out, sliding my tongue over the head of his slits, his appendage starting to slide free again.

“Do I even want to know what’s going on between you too?” Marre panted out between moans as I pleasured him orally.

I stopped a minute and barked out around the head of his shaft, “No,” at the exact same time Perre did.

Perre marched around the end of the bed and gripped my hips, smacking my ass hard as he yanked his zipper open and dropped his pants to his ankles.

He spread my legs wide and thrust into me, an almost painful plunge as he slammed all the way in to the hilt, my shocked cry turning into a moan he pulled out and slammed back into me, ramming himself in as hard as he could, our bodies slapping against each other wetly as he pounded into me.

“You want us both, princess,” he hissed out as I gripped him tight, my inner muscles clenching as he rubbed against the sensitive nerve endings along my sheath, “You got it.”

Perre pulled out and plucked me up, setting me on Marre’s very happy erection, pushing down on my shoulders to signal he wanted me to hop on.

I did, Marre reaching for my breasts eagerly as he watched me through sexy, half lidded, slumberous eyes.

Impaling myself on him slowly, I rode him at a leisurely pace, teasing him and myself beyond all reason.

Perre disappeared and Marre set to work, leaning forward to nip at my neck, spreading his legs more to give himself more leverage.

“Lean forward,” Perre demanded out of nowhere, putting his hand on my back and pushing a little until I complied.

Marre kissed me hungrily, capturing my lips as Perre spread the cheeks of my bottom, parting them to put something cool there, his finger circling around my puckered hole.

“Wait,” I burst out, breaking Marre’s kiss, uncomfortable with anyone touching me there.

“No,” Perre ground out tersely, nipping at a cheek as he continued to circle the tight rosette.

“You said you wanted both of us, Mags, prove it,” he barked out, his finger starting to penetrate my anus as I squirmed and gasped out in surprise at the foreign feeling.

“Wait! Damn it!” Marre barked, glaring over my shoulder at his brother.

Perre stilled his digit, keeping it lodged inside me up to the knuckle now, but not going any further.

“No. She said she wanted both of us. She needs to prove it,” Perre growled out from behind me.

“She doesn’t have to prove anything to us, Perre, so quit being an asshole!” Marre shouted, his ridges raising along his spine, the low humming of his whistling growing louder.

Shifting gears, Marre focused on me and smiled softly, pushing a piece of hair behind my ear and kissing me tenderly as he looked into my eyes.

Oohhh, this is soooo awkward.

Hard to concentrate on you, Marre, my love, when Perre has a finger in my ass, but, hey, let’s give it a shot!

I looked into Marre’s worry lined face and closed my eyes.

Calming myself a little, I opened them again and focused on him as he tried to ease my mind.

“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, sweet heart, you can say no,” he said quietly, giving me a sweet, reassuring smile as he leaned forward and kissed me again.

I closed my eyes, concentrating on the feeling of his lips gently coaxing mine, and tried to relax, something telling me Perre wouldn’t drop it until we’d done this, something to do with having a threesome being part of his problem.

Maybe if we do this he’ll lighten up, I thought hopefully. Maybe it’s a part of what he needs to help him get past whatever hurts he’s harboring and projecting onto me.

I took a deep breath and nodded, leaning forward to kiss Marre again, signaling to Perre that I was ready, that I was willing to do this.

Not one for this particular kind of thing, I just hope Perre realizes I’m doing this for him.

I gasped and clenched tightly around Perre’s fingers when he tried to insert two, the stinging of him stretching me there easing slightly, the more he coated his fingers with the cold slippery gel he was using and gently eased them into me.

“Shh,” Marre crooned between kisses, “relax, goddess, and I promise it will get better.”

“How the hell would you know,” I glared down at him, “You ever tried it before?”

“No,” Marre chuckled, “guess I wouldn’t know, then,” he said and then groaned as I clenched my internal muscles, squeezing his cock as hard as I could.

“Quit it,” Perre barked, removing his fingers and getting behind me, positioning himself at my rosette, pushing slowly in as his lubricated cock started to slowly but steadily slip inside.

I gasped as the pressure of him pushing in there, the feeling of two cocks being put inside of me at the same time starting to make itself known.

“I’m ready,” Perre announced- like maybe someone present and accounted hadn’t realized he’d shoved his monster into the wrong hole, my wrong hole- nodding his head at Marre.

So full, I thought, giving a shocked gasp as my pussy clenched in delight at the dual sensations their double penetration incited in me.

Marre pushed up into me as Perre started to pull out, a tingle going up my spine as wicked licks of lust pebbled over my body, zipping straight to my core.

They kept this up, starting a rhythm with their motions, one going in, one going out, as they pumped into me, my body adjusting to the fullness, heat building up inside of me as they worked in tandem, hands and bodies synchronized as they focused solely on me.

Not one spot on my body was left untouched, their hands never touching each other’s, though, as they moved together against me.

“Harder... please,” I moaned, growing shockingly wet when they both growled and pumped harder, their fingers digging into me as they gripped me, picking up the pace as I grew wild, thrashing about and gripping Marre’s shoulder for leverage as I tried to push and pump back against them.

Marre’s mating appendage started vibrating, letting me know he was getting close, my body gushing as he hammered into me, the vibrations against my insides sending me over the edge.

I came, screaming out unintelligibly as I gripped them both tight, my internal muscles clamping down on them both as my body shot off, sparks of pleasure rendering my limbs to jelly as my body attempted to milk them both dry.

Perre latched his teeth onto my shoulder, snarling as he followed, Marre shouting out my name, close on his heels, pulling my face towards him to kiss me senseless.

When Marre’s body finished vibrating inside of me, signaling he’d finished, he flopped back against the pillows, panting heavily as he tried to catch his breath, and I tried to get my shaky limbs to work right.

I flopped down against Marre as my limp as a noodle body gave out, taking Perre down with me.

We laid there, sweaty and exhausted as the clock chimed somewhere in the house.

It was oddly almost peaceful being sandwiched between them, aside from the fact that they were both still inside of me.

Marre cracked open one eye and sniffed the air.

“Did you make bacon?” he asked hopefully, his eyes lighting up.

“Yes,” I huffed, laughing as his eyes lit up, swatting at my knight playfully, giggling when he smacked his lips loudly together and rubbed his hands gleefully.

Perre was silent as he got up and pulled out of me carefully, walking straight into the bathroom to wash up.

He came out a few minutes later with a wet washcloth, tossing it at me hastily as he strode from the room, not even glancing at me as he made a hasty retreat.

My shoulders slumped as I stared at the cool, wet cloth.

It was probably stupid, but tears stung my eyes, the washcloth still in my hand as I glanced at the door where he’d just walked away.

Ran off was more like it.

Is this how it’s always going to be? Perre running off in a snit whenever there was a chance for real intimacy?

Marre took the cloth from my hands and set me next to him on the bed, cleaning me up as I hurriedly wiped the tears from my eyes.

“Don’t cry, my love,” Marre whispered against my lips as he kissed me.

Sniffling quietly, I kissed him back.

“Fuck him,” he grumbled against my lips.

I had to laugh at the irony of his statement.

“I don’t think that will help me out much,” I hiccupped, “I did just that, and look where it’s gotten me so far,” I sighed sadly, a bitter laugh escaping me, sniffling a little more as Marre kissed my forehead and rubbed my back comfortingly.

“I want to go home,” I whispered quietly as I hugged myself, tightening my arms around my middle for protection.

Marre’s lips tightened, but he didn’t say anything right away.

“Why don’t you take a nice, long, hot shower and we’ll discuss it when you get out, yeah? And you can eat some of that wonderful smelling food with me,” he persuaded, kissing me lightly on the lips.

I kissed him back again and sighed as he worked his magic, his fingers kneading my stiff shoulders and neck as he kissed and nipped me boneless.

“Okay,” I agreed breathlessly, and he smiled triumphantly against my lips.

“I’m going to go check on something, but I’ll be back in a few minutes, alright?” He smiled, but it only kicked up at one corner.

I nodded and headed towards the bathroom, turning on the warm water to let it warm up while I searched for a towel.

A weird sensation came over me when I finally located an extra towel and began to step into the shower.

A shock went through me and I stepped back from the shower. It felt like I was being pelted with someone else’s emotions. Enraged and wanting to pummel someone for hurting her.

Her?

He’s messing everything up, because he can’t get over his shit. Has to push and push. Testing her to see how far she’s willing to bend over backwards for him. Not anymore. I was silent until now and that makes me as guilty as him in all of this. I’ll take her away if I have to. Keep her from him, if that’s what it takes. The look on her face when he left her is killing me. Eating me alive from the inside out.

“Oh, Marre,” I gasped as his thoughts faded from my mind.

I grabbed onto the sink’s counter as more emotions assaulted my senses.

I felt scared, pissed and worried, hoping I hadn’t scared her off this time.

Scared who? Me?

She’s going to hate me now. I couldn’t even look at her as I took the cowardly route and hightailed it out of there. What the hell am I going to do? I can’t keep shutting her out like this or she’s going to leave me. I don’t want to share her. Don’t want to have to watch as she falls more and more in love with Marre, while I skip by on the skin of teeth like a third wheel, stumbling along as I try to hold on to the best thing that’s ever happened to me.

Perre! It’s Perre’s thoughts now. But... how is this even possible? They’re in my damn head.

He really does care! My heart screamed, doing little excited cart wheels in my chest.

But... he doesn’t know I know this... and I can’t just tell him. He still hasn’t accepted Marre as my mate.

This is all such a mess!

Magenta May O’Malley, what have you gotten yourself mixed up in girl?!

I can’t make anyone happy. I’m causing tension between them, and unless I can find a solution, it always will.

I groaned pitifully into my hands.

I could just picture it now, Perre hurting my feelings, shutting me out when I need him most or just simply want to share things with him. Marre riding in to the rescue, easing my fears as he secretly plotted maiming Perre in retaliation.

And children! What if there are children?

We haven’t been using protection! There could already be one on the way...

I can’t bring a baby into all of this madness!

What kind of example would that set for him or her, them, for that matter, if we decide on more than one?

I shook off the weird feelings and threw on some of Marre’s clothes, following my instincts to the backyard as they began to egg me on, urging me to hurry.

I ran, sliding the door open and running outside, barefoot in the snow, as my mind screamed ‘Hurry! Hurry!’

I entered a clearing and found Marre and Perre beating the tar out of each other, fists flying as they swung at one another, dodging blows repeatedly.

“STOP!” I shouted, rushing towards them, “Just stop it, damn it!”

But I couldn’t be heard over their own shouting as they exchanged blows.

“This is all your fault! You pushed her too far and now she wants to leave!” Marre bellowed, landing a well-aimed punch to Perre’s left eye.

“How the hell is this my fault?! You had her come here! That’s not your jacket, it’s Ponne’s! You lied! Just to get her here in the first place!” he growled out, landing a punch of his own, this one hitting Marre in the cheek.

“If you didn’t spend all of your time comparing her to Ausha, we wouldn’t be in this mess!” Marre bellowed back, kicking his leg out to trip Perre.

Perre landed flat on his back, and I leapt on Marre’s back to stop the fist he was about to land in Perre’s face.

“Enough!” I shrieked, grappling for Marre’s closed, shaking fist, stilling him before he could really hurt Perre.

“You defend him?” he growled, sliding me off of his back and turning around to face me, hands on his hips now as he waited for me to answer him.

“I am so sick of this!” I yelled, poking a finger into Marre’s chest. “I won’t be the reason you two fight!” I shifted slightly, turning to glare at Perre, who was still on the ground. “I won’t be fought over like this! This is insane!” I shrieked, glaring at them both alternately, my hands fisted on my hips.

“I don’t care what your hang up is! Hang ups- whatever! I won’t be toyed with and dumped on like some little doormat for your convenience!” I growled, pointing at Perre accusingly. “How dare you use sex against me for any reason! Trying to make me choose between you and Marre, leaving one of you behind!”

My breath rushed from me as I panted out heavily, my air coming out in little white puffs around me.

“I refuse to choose between you two! I can’t believe you could even try to make me!” I ranted, getting good and riled. “And I refuse, absolutely refuse! To marry either one of you!” I bellowed, glaring between the two of them.

“You can’t beat the shit out of anyone who hurts my feelings either,” I told Marre warningly as he took a menacing step towards Perre. “How could you two expect me to live like this?” I let out in inarticulate shriek, gesturing around wildly, “Arguing and hurting each other constantly! And for what? Your pride!” I stomped my foot a little and let it fly, kicking snow at Perre.

They both looked like they wanted to speak, but I slashed my arm through the air, silencing them both.

I’m not done yet!

“The fact that you can’t let anyone in, even for one damn second! You’re killing me,” I told Perre on a half choked sob, spinning around as I began rushing towards the house.

Both of them were staring off after me, stunned expressions on their almost identical faces.

I walked inside, slamming the sliding glass door with a satisfyingly jarring thud behind me. Heading for the com to call a cab, I quickly changed directions when then the doorbell rang.

I walked over and answered it to find Tawn standing there, smiling at me excitedly. Her expression quickly changed, though, when she took in the expression on my face.

“Good,” I grumbled snappishly, streaking past her, still barefoot. “Get me the hell out of here!” I barked, slamming the door closed behind me and heading straight for her hovie, hopping in and buckling up as she hurried and hopped in too.

“You might want to get a move on,” I motioned for her to speed things up as she started to take off, my new 'other sense' telling me they’d figured out Magenta had left the building, Tawn’s foot stepping on the gas as she got the message and sped off, two pink dots running into the street behind us, visible in the rear view mirror suddenly, but getting smaller and smaller as we rushed off.

“Tawn,” I ground out after a few minutes.

“Yeah, Mags?” she said uneasily, maybe even a little squeamishly, glancing at me worriedly.

“Don’t ever lie to me about anything ever again,” I clipped out tersely, turning my head to stare out the window as we sped by. “Even if you just want to help and it’s something as stupid as a jacket,” I elaborated.

“Promise,” she vowed solemnly, and I closed my eyes as I sped further and further away from my men, hoping I’d made the right decision.

 

****

 

“Uhhmm, Mags?” Tawn said hesitantly after a half an hour of deafening silence.

“Hmm?” I murmured, not bothering to open my eyes as I rested my head along the back of my seat.

“I, uh... know this is terrible timing but... I promised Ponne’s mom I’d stop by to drop off Spunky’s medication...”

“Who’s Spunky?” I asked, my eyes popping open to stare at her.

“Ponne’s mom’s dog. He has west nelem virus and he’s getting worse. The vet said he has to have it for his lungs or they might build up with fluid and suffocate him to death. She’s his baby...”

“It’s alright, Tawn, I get it. No biggie,” I cleared my throat carefully, smiling a little at her.

“Why not,” I muttered quietly so only I could hear, resigning myself to a meet and greet with Perre and Marre’s mother.

Might as well get it over with already. It’s not like this whole thing hasn’t happened at lightning fast speed anyways, right?

One second I’m single and the idea of two men sounds crazy, a few crazy days later and the idea of one without the other sounds empty. Even hard headed Perre with his ridiculousness.

I groaned a little and rubbed at my eyes.

Man, maybe I really broke my brain when I hit my head and it made me wacky or something.

I know some alien races believe in kismet, but I never did before, not until now. How else could I explain everything? My feelings, their feelings, the very, very short courtship-if you could even call it that.

There’s no other way to explain it though, my ass is hooked and I’m inexplicably stuck on them.

Tawn made a few turns that led us onto a dirt path, the purple snow canvassing the landscape as we headed towards a beautiful farm house that spread out in front of us.

Tawn pulled up in front of the drive and put the hovie in park, a sudden tapping sound startling me on her window before she could even get out of her vehicle.

She unbuckled and grinned at the woman on the other side.

This must be their mother, I thought, studying the statuesque Cardanian female on the other side.

She had a thick winter coat on and a beanie covering her head and ears, but I saw Marre and Perre in her deep, chocolate brown eyes as she caught me staring through the corner of her eye and looked over at me to wave at me too, a welcoming smile on her happy face.

I waved back, caught by her enthusiasm and open friendliness towards someone she didn’t even know.

Tawn opened her door and hopped out, eagerly greeting the Cardnanian with a big hug.

“Tawn, honey, did you bring Spunky’s medicine?” she asked and a worry line creased her brow.

“Of course, Mama,” Tawn answered, quickly releasing her to pull the vials out of her coat pocket.

“Well, come on in, it’s frostier than Nero in a snit out here! Let’s get inside! Oh, and bring your friend too, sweetie, she looks cold!”

Tawn gave me an apologetic shrug and followed ‘Mama’ into the house.

I girded myself for the cold weather and whatever else was in store for me.

Well, it’s now or never.

Taking a deep breath, I hopped out, running up the steps and rushing into the house as my toes prickled from the icy contact with the snowy ground.

“You don’t have any shoes on!” Perre and Marre’s mother exclaimed, grabbing a blanket off the back of the couch and rushing over to me.

“You must be freezing,” she burst in, shivering on my behalf as she threw the blanket around my shoulders and gestured for me to sit down by the fire place.

“I’ll get you both some tea,” she gestured towards the crackling flames, “warm your bones.” And then she was off in a flurry of pink fluttering limbs, heading towards a kettle of tea she had warming on the stove already.

I watched her as she hurried into the kitchen, bustling around busily to get us warm mugs of tea as quickly as possible.

She walked back in a few minutes later and handed them to us, taking a seat by us on the love seat.

I nodded my head in gratitude.

“Thank you,” I murmured quietly as I took a sip of from the hot, steaming mug.

“You’re quite welcome...” she started, but paused when she took in the ‘I’m with stupid’ shirt I was wearing and the dark blue pajama bottoms that read, ‘horny little devil’ all over them in white print, complete with little winking red-horned devils patterned on them.

They were peeking out from beneath the blanket I had draped over my shoulders, and you could make them out perfectly.

“What did you say your name was, my dear?” Perre and Marre’s mother asked innocently, an excited gleam in her eyes before she closed them and inhaled deeply, taking a few yoga type soothing breaths as we sipped our tea.

Weird, I thought uneasily. I think she’s friggin’ sniffin’ me!

“Uh, I didn’t.” I glanced at Tawn but she seemed just as befuddled as me.

I tried to study her profile a little closer, looking for clues, but she turned ever so slightly, shadowing her expression from me.

Perre and Marre’s mother just sat there cradling her mug, watching me intently, as if waiting me out, I felt, when I brought my gaze back to hers. She smiled encouragingly and cocked her head a little to the side, gesturing with her lower limbs, that odd, blinking gaze of hers curious.

“Erm, I’m Magenta,” I felt the need to blurt, “Magenta O’Malley, but, uhm, everyone just calls me Mags.”

And there went the yoga breaths again.

Is this a female Cardanian thing?

A gasp escaped the strange female’s lips, and she opened her eyes and popped up, startling me as she cupped her hands over her mouth and bellowed towards the back of the house, “Oren! Nero! Come meet Tawn’s friend, Mags! I think you’ll really like her!”

I watched, wide eyed, as an older version of Marre entered the room, wiping his hands on a grease rag as he tried to swipe black grease smudges off of them, all four of his hands covered in black goop.

“Yes, Ah Cah Eema? What was it you wanted me to see, my love?” he asked quietly in a deep melodic voice, looking over at his wife tenderly.

“Meet Mags,” she enthused, introducing us quickly, pulling me up to usher me over to him. “She’s Tawn’s friend,” she explained gleefully, grinning from ear to ear, her hands clamped on my shoulders as she walked me over to Oren.

“Umm, hello sir.” I cleared my throat awkwardly, the tea still clutched in my hands.

“Why, Mags, I love your pj’s, sweetie, where ever did you get them?” she asked cheekily, and I turned three shades of red, my face flushing hotly at her not so subtle hint.

She knows!

Oh, god, she knows!

Wait...

She could smell that!

Oh, eewww!

I knew Cardanians had super sniffers- Perre smelling Marre and me goofing around in the kitchen with his back turned is testament to that- but... I didn’t really think about how well or how awkward that could be.

Mother’s should not be trying to tell stuff like that! Just... no!

Oren studied my choice of ensemble, taking me in from head to toe. He shrugged his massive shoulders and his brows beetled.

“Quit teasing her, love, you’re making the poor girl uncomfortable,” he chided his wife after a long pause, giving me a small, friendly, but slightly confused smile, as if to say ‘heck if I know, honey’.

“But, Orie, don’t her jammies look familiar? Don’t they just, erm, smell like a certain fabric softener we know?”

If she stresses that anymore, I’ll dig a hole and bury my head in it myself, I thought, mortified.

“What have you been up to, wife?” Oren demanded quietly, lowering his voice, arching his eyebrows at her questioningly, “You been doing something I should know about? You're acting uh... odd.” He frowned, puzzled, scratching at his head in confusion.

“Oh, for Pete’s sake! Smell her already!” she cried, pushing me towards him.

Grunting stubbornly, I pushed my heels into the ground to try and stop her, ducking under all four of her arms and running over to the back of the couch to hide behind Tawn for protection.

“What the hell, Tawn?! Where the heck have you brought me?! I’m not a scratch and sniff sticker, damn it,” I yelped out indignantly.

“She’s used to, uh... Marre and Perre’s standoffishness,” Tawn told her In-laws, like that would somehow explain everything.

They're the ones with the sniffing problem or whatever, not me!

“I should have explained, Mags, uhh... their parents are really open and affectionate. And, erm, they don’t have filters...” she started, but stopped when she realized I’d tuned her out the second Oren started to slowly make his way towards me.

Sneaky male!

Oren sniffed the air deeply and let it out slowly, nostrils flaring as he stilled, his eyes locking on mine as a grin broke out over his face.

He let out some kind of a scary war cry and started hurrying towards me.

Panicked at his sudden change in demeanor, I ran around to the other side of the dark brown leather-looking upholstered furniture, squeaking out my dismay, scurrying past the living room and breaking out into a dead run once I reached the hall; unsure about what he intended to do with me when he caught up to me.

Nothing nice ever follows a war whoop, in my limited experience.

Look at what happens in the movies!

I stopped suddenly, smacking into a solid wall of muscle with a thud as I bounced off and slid across the wood floor. Groaning, I resisted the urge to rub my sore bottom, but just barely, and slowly lifted my head.

I looked up into an all too familiar, unsmiling face, but this one had orbs completely of gold, where Perre’s were only streaked.

This must be Nero, I thought as he crouched down in front of me.

“You okay, little one?” he asked gently in a grumbly voice as he reached out with massively thick hands and picked me up, as if I weighed nothing, and set me on my feet, standing up with me as he set me down.

“Save me!” I let out a garbled, strangled sound, ducking behind him and clutching his paint smattered shirt as his crazy brother caught up to me.

“You’re scaring her, brother,” Nero growled out warningly, shielding me further as he shifted his feet.

Coward that I am, I found hiding behind him kind of comforting. Safe.

Oren tried to peek at me from behind Nero and smiled down at me sheepishly.

“Sorry, sweet. I’m not used to being around those who aren’t used to being around us. I mean you no harm, daughter mine, I was just going to greet you properly.”

I peeked up at him from around Nero’s massive back.

“Greet me?” I mumbled uncertainly.

“Welcome you properly, as my new daughter.” He gestured for me to come out and see for myself, nodding and plucking me up from behind Nero to squeeze me tight in a bear hug, before I’d even gotten a chance to take my next breath, quite literally.

“Can’t breathe,” I managed to gasp out, and he eased up a little, but not setting me down as he grinned over at Nero.

“They found a little one, brother, with hair like fire.” His gaze traveled over my thick red mane, admiring my hair.

“She’s kind of small, though,” Nero grunted after a moment, eyeballing me with interest now, his brow raised interestedly as he inspected me for defects like cattle.

Not this crap again! Didn’t I just escape a dynamic duo?

“Hey! Listen up you... you... paint splattered giant!” I spluttered, incensed. “I didn’t ask to be short any more than you asked to be tall, pink, grumpy, and bald! So you can take that Perre-like negative attitude and shove it, mister!” I growled from my undignified hold in Oren’s arms. “And put me down, Oren! I am not a rag doll!”

Oren set me down and stepped back, and I immediately marched to the door, muttering angrily under my breath, “Of all the... you’re short! Well, you’re an ass!”

Before I could reach the door though, Nero scooped me up and roared with laughter.

“I’m sorry, daughter mine,” he got out between laughs, “I meant you no insult. Please stay, we want to meet the woman that’s captured our sons’ hearts.”

Tawn was stifling a fit of giggles as Nero toted me to the couch and set me down next to Tawn.

I huffed and puffed the whole way.

Hmph.

“Think that’s funny, Tawny? You are sooo dead when we get out of here,” I whispered fiercely.

“They have awesome hearing,” she whispered back as Oren grinned at me and winked.

The action made me think of Marre so much that I found myself smiling a little bit back in return.

“Oh, how we must look. I’m so sorry, honey. Please, I’m Pearlelenne, but you can call me Mom, Mother, or Mama like Tawn does. Whatever you like best,” she rushed in eagerly, smiling at me hopefully, yet apologetically.

“We don’t get a lot of visitors much. We’re usually too busy with the farm and everything else. I forgot myself for a moment there in all of the excitement,” she added hastily, her hands fluttering about her as she spoke.

“It’s okay,” I told her, sensing her embarrassment and relaxing after a moment, “Just don’t, uh, smell me anymore.”

“Cross my heart,” she vowed somberly.

“So...” she began when she realized I wasn’t going to be much of a conversationalist, still feeling awkward and out of place with all of this, and Tawn was too busy giggling like a nincompoop, “Where are my boys off to?” She sipped her tea and watched me expectantly.

“I wouldn’t know,” I bit my lip and clutched my cup like my life depended on it, “um... home I’d guess. That’s where they were when I left them,” I answered vaguely, yet honestly, tears pricking the backs of my eyes as her expression suddenly turned concerned, and it plucked at me.

“I left them,” I admitted, something about saying it out loud making it seem more of a reality for me. And then, of course, I burst into tears, openly sobbing as the dam I’d been holding back broke and everything set free.

“What happened?” Pearlelenne gasped, rushing over to envelop me in a warm, comforting hug.

She’s so different from my own mother, I thought, recalling how Mother would have reacted. Constance O’Malley would have patted my back awkwardly for a few minutes and told me ‘ladies don’t cry, we talk’, ending it at that.

Love my mother, don’t get me wrong, but she’s so wrapped up in herself and how she wants everything to go, I think she sometimes forgets we have feelings too, and the world doesn’t stop spinning just for Constance O’Malley.

Blubbering like a ninny, I spilled my guts to Pearlelenne, telling her from start to finish- minus the sexy parts- what all had gone on, smiling a little through my tears whenever something struck Nero or Oren as funny.

“Well, we can’t have that.” Pearlelenne pulled back when I’d finished my side of the story, jerking her head confidently with a nod, as if that was that. “I have a few ideas we could try, make them come around to seeing the right way of things,” she assured me.

Wiping the last of the tears form my eyes with the tissue Tawn held out to me, I sniffled and glanced up at her questioningly.

“Oh, and don’t you worry any,” she chuckled and patted my knee, “Those two will be sniffing around you as soon as Marre hacks into your personal accounts and finds your address.” She winked and smiled happily.

Oren and Nero groaned out loud, and she glared at them, effectively ending their sound effects.

She got up, cocked a hip, lower arms braced on her waist, upper arms spread out wide in front of her.

The grumbling started up again as they both started to protest at the same time, and she snapped at them. “Get out of here, you two, and no tattling to the twins about any of this, you’re on our side or you’re the enemy.”

Snapping her teeth menacingly, she threatened them with a low growl, giving them each a stern glare of warning, her hands waving to shoo them out of the room.

Neither male seemed threatened in the least. If I had to guess, I’d say they both looked thoroughly amused, despite their agitation.

“Yes, ma’am,” Oren replied and leaned forward, winking at his mate when she huffed and met him half way to accept his kiss. After that he got up to take his leave, grinning at us as he left the room.

“I don’t like it, Ah Cah Eema,” Nero grumbled as stood up slowly and lumbered his way over to give Pearlelenne a kiss.

“Do you want grandchildren this millennia?” she queried, arching her brows at him.

He grunted and kissed her again before leaving the room, muttering under his breath as he went about beautiful but addled women and crazy plans.

“Good grief, I mean really, artists.” She snorted, rolling her eyes at Nero. “Perre is just like him, paints like him too.” Her voice dripped with pride for both her mate and her son

“Perre paints?” I asked haltingly, trying to wrap my head around it.

“Yes, quite well. Now,” she slapped her hands on her knees, and with one last peek to make sure the males had truly left, plopped back down, “has anyone told you anything about mating to a twin pair bond?”

I shook my head ‘no’ and she harrumphed.

“Figures they’d leave you in the dark! Why, those little stinkers!” she huffed out indignantly.

Looking back to me, she smiled reassuringly, pulling off her beanie and jacket so we could get started.

Huh. Guess Cardanian females don’t have ridges, I thought observantly, studying her surreptitiously, quickly looking away before she caught on.

“When you leave here you’ll know all there is to know about Cardanians.” She nodded in satisfaction, clapping her hands together once excitedly. “Starting with the mate bond connection. Now, it won’t be strong right off, but it will soon enough, and you’ll need to work on that now, especially if we’re going to pull this off. You need to try and block them out of here,” Pearlelenne’s hands came up, motioning towards her head, “It’s hard, but it can be done.” Pearlelenne’s eyes lifted, going to my best friend. “Tawn, honey, you’ll help us out won’t you? Help Mags get her men?”

“Of course,” Tawn chirped happily, grinning like a loon as we all put our heads together to figure out a game plan.

 

 

Tag! You’re it!

 

Perre

 

I ran down the street after Tawn’s hovie as it sped away with Mags inside- my Mags.

“NO! WAIT!” I bellowed as the hovie’s rear lights disappeared into the distance.

I stopped running and changed direction, heading back towards the house to hop into my hovie and try to catch up with her.

I need to apologize, beg her to stay, kidnap her ass, whatever it takes to get her back here- where she belongs.

Marre roared out in anguish and I could sense him behind me, sense his rage as he charged towards me, and I let him.

I didn’t stop him when he bulldozed into me and plowed me into the snow.

I laid there when he rolled me over and pounded into me with all four of his fists, taking all of his pain, anger and frustration out on my chest and face.

I took it, not fighting back.

I deserve this, I told myself as my eye swelled shut.

I'm such a frickin’ asshole. I chased her away.

I deserve much worse...

Marre must have realized I was just lying there while he whaled on me, because he stopped suddenly, studied me for a minute and then flopped down beside me in the snow, his chest heaving as he tried to calm himself down.

“Why didn’t you fight back?” he asked after a moment, our breaths puffing white in the cold winter air as we stared up at the sky.

“I deserved it.” I grunted and rolled, leaning up a little to spit out the blood in my mouth. “It’s mostly my fault she left. I fucked up majorly,” I admitted.

I pillowed my head in the snow and closed my eyes, the image of Mags running back to the house and then the tail lights of the hovie as she left us playing on a continuous loop in my mind, haunting me.

“We have to get her back,” I told him simply.

“Yes, we do,” Marre said very matter-of-factly.

“Have to tag team to catch her sneaky ass,” I tossed out there.

“Mmm, hmm,” Marre murmured in agreement.

“Truce,” I grumbled, peeking at him from the corner of my eye, holding out my hand as I got up.

“Truce,” Marre agreed, taking my helping hand to get up himself.

My twin glanced at me as we made our way to the house, my face throbbing like a big painful bruise in the ice cold air.

“You look like shit, brother,” Marre said succinctly, smiling a little as he opened the door.

“Gee, thanks,” I gave him a nasty look, testing out my jaw as I walked in behind him, “I’ll let my stylist know, give you his number. He works real cheap,” I muttered sarcastically.

We looked at each other, staring at each other for a long moment, then abruptly burst out laughing, my lip splitting open wide as we laughed at the absurdity of the day.

We grinned at each other as our twin bond kicked in, our shoulders sagging in relief, letting us know we were of a like mind with everything that's going on and everything that's about to come.

I wiped the blood off onto my shirt and headed for the freezer.

I need some damn ice or I’m going to swell up like a balloon.

“What do you say we get our woman back?” Marre asked as he headed to his laptop.

“I’d say I like the way you think, brother.” I smiled slowly, I couldn’t help it, and chuckled as I grabbed a bag of frozen peas for my face, closing the freezer door to join him.

 

 

Keep away

 

Magenta

 

 

“Thanks for letting me stay here, Dar, I appreciate it.”

“No prob,” Dar gestured with her fork, grinning at me, “Jaye’s in cloud nine that he can be in on it,” she shook her head, chuckling. “You’d think it was Christmas.” She sighed heavily, as if in exasperation, rolling her eyes at Jaye’s love of a good drama.

“I just bet he does,” I laughed, shaking my head along with Dar.

It’s been seven weeks. Seven weeks of juggling work, and hurriedly switching from house to house, friend to friend, so Marre and Perre couldn’t find me just yet.

“Make them sweat, honey, let them stew a bit, it’ll be good for them,” Pearlelenne had advised.

I finished making up the guest bed and grabbed my bag, ready to make a mad dash for my place to replenish my overnight bag.

“Thanks again, Dar, Jaye, see you guys later, okay?!” I admired the picture frames hanging all along her wall in the hallway as I strode past, sweet family pictures of Dar, Jaye, and the boys, along with a few goofy ones that made me chuckle, too.

“Like I said, anytime, Mags, you’re always welcome, you know that,” Dar called from the kitchen as she waved me off.

Waving back before I turned, I headed off.

Making it back to my place in record time, I didn’t waste a second and hurried inside to change and shower really quick before I have to head off again.

Leaving a trail of hastily discarded clothes strewn about everywhere in my wake, I jumped in the shower and lathered up quickly, yelping when shampoo got into my eyes.

Grumbling under my breath, I ran my face under the water to try and ease the sting, screaming bloody murder into someone’s hand as they cupped it over my mouth to stifle the unholy scream I let lose, effectively muffling it.

A shadow fell over me and a very warm, very naked, heavily muscled body pressed itself along the length of mine.

“It’s just me,” Marre purred into my ear and turned us both to push me up against the shower wall, my back to his front.

“Ah... I missed you, Ah Cah Eema,” he murmured huskily as he slowly pulled his hand away from my mouth and leaned down to nibble my ear, crouching down to rub himself between my legs, slicking his thick erection on the lips of my sex as he teased me to distraction.

“Marre!” I gasped breathlessly, excited and beyond thrilled to see him. Oh, good god, yes. Right.... there.

Oooh, oh... Wait! How the hell did he get in here?

Oh, shoot! I’m still supposed to be dodging him. I bit my lip hard, clawing at the wall absently. But I’ve missed him so much! Missed this too, I thought, a little moan escaping me as I rubbed myself back against him wantonly.

“I missed you, love. Did you miss me?” he whispered sweetly in my ear.

“Mmmm hmmm,” I murmured just as quietly, jerking as he worried the nape of my neck with his teeth, pumping himself steadily against me.

“I want you, goddess, can’t live without you. Love you,” he mumbled into my wet flesh as he pulled back, lined us up and thrust into me, his lower arms gripping my hips to slam them back against him, his upper hands coming around to expertly tease and pluck at my breasts, tugging my nipples.

“Love you so much, Mags,” he panted out between thrusts, “Missed you, sweet heart,” he moaned into my hair.

“This changes nothing,” I told him bluntly, groaning as I pushed back and spread my legs wider, accepted all of him, gasping and panting in ecstasy, bracing the wall to press back against him, countering his demanding thrusts, moaning and panting when they met their mark, hitting those super sensitive nerves inside of me.

“Give me a chance, my love, let me, let us prove it to you. Prove we can be what you need,” he growled out as my channel started to lock up on him, gripping him tight.

I put my hand on his hip to still him, ready to whimper at myself in protest, but this needed to be discussed- and I can’t very well think and talk while we’re doing that- chewing on my lower lip undecidedly. I’ve missed them so much too, but is it too soon? It feels like it’s been ages...

“Please, Ah Cah Eema,” he pleaded hugging me tightly to him and burying his face in my hair.

“This has to be on my terms,” I bit out seriously, ignoring the throbbing in my body as it pressed its own needs, “My rules.”

“Anything, goddess, anything, I promise,” he swore, and I released my hand staying his hip, bracing my hands on the wall for the pounding he was about to give me.

“So, good,” I murmured as he snarled into my neck and let himself go, forcing his way back in with one harsh, smooth thrust of his hips, tunneling into me, our bodies slapping wetly together as the water from the shower danced over us.

I reached around and played with my clit as he picked up his pace, nearing his finish.

“Touch yourself, Mags, I want to watch.” He leaned down and nipped the lobe of my ear, his lower arms still firmly gripping my generous hips. “Harder, goddess, show me. Make yourself come, sweet heart,” he instructed, his voice deeper and huskier with arousal, gravelly almost, never breaking stride as he whispered all sorts of naughty suggestions into my ear.

We both yelled out, reaching our own climax at the same time, his breath hard and heavy as it puffed out hotly on my neck, his warm body protecting me from the brunt of the now cold water of the shower.

 

 

Back in action!

 

Perre

 

“Well?” I grumbled when Marre hopped into the hovie six hours later. I was sitting in it parked down the street from Mags’ place.

Very stalker-ish -believe me, I know- but what can I say? She’s mine.

“She agreed.” Marre let out a long, happy sigh, falling into a boneless heap in the passenger seat.

I narrowed my eyes at him, scenting sex in the air, and the unmistakable musk of Mags.

“Did you have to fuck her to talk her into it?” I growled out caustically.

“Oh, please,” Marre snorted, rolling his eyes at me, “You would have done the same damned thing.”

I didn’t even need to think about it.

“Yes. Yes, I would have,” I responded honestly, my anger deflating faster than a popped balloon.

“Don’t be so pissy, then. Besides, you can have first date. I told her I’d already claimed mine tonight. The next one will be her choice for all three of us to go out together.”

I grunted in agreement and started my hovie to head off.

I have plans to make, I contemplated, trying to figure out how I was going to make things right with my little heathen.

 

****

 

I wiped my sweating palms on my pants nervously as I knocked on her door, my stomach clenching nervously as butterflies took up permanent residency in my gut.

“Come on in, I’m running late!” Mags called from the other side.

I opened it and let myself in, unhurriedly taking in my surroundings as I shut the door behind me.

My eyes widened in surprised. Very nice.

It was comfortable and warm, the browns and bright pops of color here and there making it seem more inviting somehow.

I walked down the hall and followed the sound of her voice as she ran around trying to get ready. I entered her room and froze as Mags stood there in high heels and a green strapless dress, rushing to do up a couple of the buttons on the little black sweater she’d just thrown on over it.

“Do I look okay?” she asked nervously, glancing down self-consciously.

She’d left her hair down and it ran wild and free around her face, waves of golden flame going down her back, accentuated even more by the green of her dress.

“You look beautiful,” I breathed, then found myself mesmerized by the pleasure twinkling happily in her sweet hazel eyes at my compliment.

“Why thank you, kind sir,” she teased, bowing gracefully. “Now aren’t you Prince charming tonight.” She grinned cheekily, bright eyes lighting up when she spotted the bouquet of flowers I had clutched in my hand.

I want to make her smile like that all the time.

“Here,” I mumbled awkwardly, handing the mass of wild flowers over to her.

“Thank you,” she murmured appreciatively, taking them from me gingerly to put them up against her nose, “they’re beautiful, I love them.”

I nodded and just stood there, stupidly, as she motioned she wanted to make her way past, smiling up at me sweetly. “I’ll just go put these in some water and we can go.”

“Okay.” I frowned, watching her strut down the hall in those sexy as hell heels, her hips swaying inviting in that too sexy for her own good dress.

Grunting my dismay at the thought of anyone else seeing her like this- my woman- I fisted my hands, shoving them into my pockets, my palms starting to itch like crazy.

Man, they’re really itching, I thought a few moments later as I tried to scratch my palms on the material of my pants, desperate to ease the sudden itch.

“Umm... Perre?” Mags called out from the kitchen a few minutes later, “Where exactly did you get these flowers?”

“A field,” I yelled back distractedly as I scratched the crap out of my hands and wrists, and now my arms.

Mags came in and cleared her throat, grabbing my attention as she showed me a leaf with dish glove covered hands.

“See this leaf, Perre? Does it look familiar to you?”

“Uhh... nope. Should it?” Ow. Ow. Damn it. Stupid arms. I grimaced and continued to maul my irritated skin.

“Yeah,” she giggled, “it’s feres frond, it’s kind of like poison ivy."

“Awwwee shit!”

 

****

 

One cold shower, four hours later, and all of my exposed limbs covered in calamine lotion, here I am, sitting on Mags couch in my dress slacks, sulking with a blanket covering the couch so I don’t get any of that pink, magic, wonder tonic on her beige furniture.

“I’m sorry,” I mumbled on a sigh, my tongue a little loose from the antihistamine she gave me to counter the allergic reaction I was having to the feres frond.

At least the welts have gone away and I’m not itchy anymore, I thought ruefully.

“I’m still surprised you didn’t recognize the feres frond though... Don’t they go over that in interplanetary training?” she questioned, referring to my military experience.

“Only teach you about vegetation on the planet you’ll be stationed at, near, or by.”

“Don’t be sorry, though,” she giggled, “It’s kind of fun to play nurse maid once in a while.” She chuckled, giggling at the look on my face, a slow, sweet smile curving the corners of those full, tempting lips.

“Yeah, but I wanted tonight to be special... wanted to show you how much I love you, how much I care. I didn’t mean any of those stupid things I said. You’re not a whore. I know you’d be faithful. I... I wanted to tell you I’m sorry for being such an asshole, try to distract you from any reminders that sometimes I am an asshole, plain and simple. I can’t help it, just am, but I’m trying.” I sighed sadly, my shoulders slumping a little in defeat.

I blinked as I realized I’d just voiced my thoughts.

“Shit! Did I just say all of that out loud?” I groaned piteously and put my head along the back of the couch as I brow beat myself internally.

“I think you did,” Mags whispered teasingly. She leaned over me then, straddling my lap enthusiastically, pulling my surprised face up to kiss me passionately, rendering me mindless, forget speechless, before she pulled away, “and I love you too, Perre,” she purred seductively.

She nipped at my lips and started to nibble lower, nipping and licking along my collar bone, remembering to avoid any calamine lotion as she hit all the sensitive nerves along my neck, gooseflesh breaking out everywhere.

“Mr. Pain in my 'Perre-ier',” she cooed as she pulled back a little, “How long have you been having symptoms?”

The giggle, terrible nick name, and faux stern expression gave her away. I couldn’t help it as my lips quirked up. My little heathen wants to play.

“What symptoms?” I grumbled innocently, feigning ignorance, grinning suddenly. I was more than willing to play along with her little game, elated now that she’d said it back- admitted she loves me too.

“Let me check my chart,” she pursed her lips, as if in thought, tracing little hearts on my naked chest, “Let’s see...” she hummed, her hands roaming all over me unabashedly, “hardening of limbs, rise in body temperature, slight dizziness, elevated heart rate, shortness of breath. Do I have everything down right?” Her eyes met mine as she asked, straight face firmly in place, keeping her mien professional.

“Oh, almost forgot, loss of vision,” she added as she unzipped my pants and motioned for me to lift my hips.

I did, letting her drag my slacks down to my ankles as she knelt down in front of me.

“Commando, Perre? Feeling lucky tonight, demon lord?” She winked, licking her lips hungrily, grinning up at me wickedly as she ran her soft fingertips over the tip of my erection, her hand sliding smoothly over the crown to swipe gently across my slits, collecting the moisture that dripped from the tip.

She licked it off of her finger and eyed me heatedly.

“That’s Mr. Demon Lord to you, princess,” I growled on a hiss as she rubbed her cleavage against my shaft, pulling her top down to rub me against them, pillowing my cock between her soft, plush breasts as I fought the urge to thrust and take over, letting her take charge of our love play, this time.

“I don’t have any loss of vision.” My eyes were glued to her every move as she pulled back and ran a hand over my balls, cupping them like she was testing the weight of them before she leaned forward and swallowed my shaft whole, my shocked cry echoing into the quiet of her living room.

“Mags, ahhh, careful... Ah Cah Eema, wait... I’m going to...” I tried to warn hoarsely, pulling out of her mouth quickly.

“Hey, I wasn’t...”

“Mine,” I gritted out, losing control.

An impatient growl ripped from my throat as she wriggled around, and I picked her up and tore at her panties, shredding them with a harsh tug as I grabbed her and pinned her to her coffee table, guiding myself to her sweet, warm, willing pussy. I groaned at the wetness that bathed my shaft, drenching me with her juices- the hot, wet heat that awaited me beckoning me- thrusting inside.

“MINE!” I snarled as I gripped her legs and put her ankles up by my shoulders, my lower arms gripping her bottom as I leaned forward for more leverage, ramming myself into her repeatedly.

I didn’t take long, easily finding her sweet spot and ramming it repeatedly, swiftly bringing us both to an explosive climax, shouting out her name as my seed bathed her womb, her pussy clamping down on me, her walls spasming and clutching at my cock, convulsing and gripping me like a vise, all around me.

When I finally got my wits about me and didn't feel like I had lead in my limbs anymore, I picked her up, my still raging erection lodged deep inside of her, and took her to the couch where I kissed her lips as I murmured to her sweetly.

I gathered her up and hugged her tightly to my chest, telling her all the things I’ve been wanting to tell her and had been too chicken shit to admit.

She’s mine, ours, I amended, and she’s not going anywhere, I thought happily.

 

 

And one more makes four

 

Magenta

 

 

“What exactly do you do? If you don’t mind me asking.”

“I do art,” Perre said simply.

“Really?” Lifting my head slightly, I peered up at him from my comfy spot on his pecs with interest.

I knew his mother had mentioned at one point that he was an artist like Nero, but I didn't know he did it for a living.

We’d moved our party of two to my bedroom, and I currently had my head pillowed on his chest as we cuddled, recuperating after round three. Round one was the coffee table, round two- the wall in the hallway, and round three- we’d finally managed to make it to the bed.

“Yep. I'm an artist. I paint, weld, sculpt, you name it,” he said idly as he ran his fingers through my hair distractingly.

I shivered at his touch.

“Anything I would have seen anywhere?”

“In an art show, yeah, but outside of that? Mmm...” he hummed in thought before he shrugged, “I did the front steps to the front porch, the entry way, the mosaic in my bathroom... mmm, and the fruit on the kitchen counter.”

“Oh, wow, you made those? They're beautiful, Perre,” I complimented him, giving his middle an affectionate squeeze.

“So,” Perre started, trying to change the subject, uncomfortable with all of the attention being focused on him, “Are you going to give us another chance?” he asked hopefully.

“How do I know things will be different? What if there’s a baby, Perre? How can I raise it in a house with parents who fight all the time?”

“We won’t, I swear. I’m over it, honest. I just want to be with you. I love you, Ah Cah Eema,” he murmured as he rolled us over and kissed my lips sweetly.

He pulled back when he knew he had me squirming and helpless, staring down at me thoughtfully for a moment, then leaned in and licked at my neck, inhaling deeply, shuddering involuntarily.

He cupped my face in his upper hands and pulled me to him, growling as his tongue slipped inside of my mouth, tangling with mine. My pulse started to race as we kissed each other with wild abandon.

I whimpered when he pulled back, slapping at him playfully when he couldn't hold back the proud smirk streaking across his face, showing just how happy he is knowing he makes me so hot for him with something as simple as a kiss.

He reached down and ran his hand over my stomach, circling his finger around my navel as his eyes twinkled at me.

“You’re going to make a wonderful mommy.” He grinned, sliding down my body to place butterfly kisses against my belly, his nose rubbing over it like an Eskimo kiss.

"Wha...?" I floundered, at a loss for words.

I'm pregnant?

Pregnant...

Oh, my gosh! I’m pregnant!

"I'm pregnant?!" I squeaked out, shocked at his admission.

He looked up at me and grinned again, eyes fairly glowing, giving me a quick, jerky nod before scaling his way back up my body and taking possession of my mouth.

I spluttered, incapable of speech at the moment.

He pulled away after a moment and his eyes twinkled at me happily.

“I hope she looks just like you,” he chuckled softly, grinning wolfishly as he used my momentary shock and took advantage, turning me to the side compliantly as I just gaped and stared at him, wide eyed with amazement.

He brought me around, of course, and it was a long time later before I actually managed to wrangle all of the details out of him.

 

 

Claimed? Check. Pregnant? Check.

 

 

Marre

 

 

“Well?” I huffed eagerly as Perre waltzed into the living room, grinning like an idiot as he pulled out my chair, upsetting my plate of breakfast as he picked me up and spun me around.

“Put me down, you fool!” I hollered, shocked at his uncharacteristic display of affection.

Perre set me down and walked to the coffee pot, getting himself a cup as he grinned at me widely.

“We’re going to be daddies,” he announced proudly.

“Really?” I shuffled in my seat, elbows propped up on the table, leaning in closer, vowing to kill him right now if he’s kidding.

“Yep, a girl for me and a boy for you.” He nodded at my hopeful expression and my eyes lit up at the thought, while he just leaned back, standing there, sipping his coffee casually.

I whooped and let out a Cardanian war cry, jumping up and upsetting my chair as I rushed over to Perre to give him a brotherly hug and a congratulatory pat on the back.

Babies! Our babies! Mags is going to carry our babies! I thought excitedly. This day couldn’t get any better!

 

****

 

I blinked a couple of times and paused in my reading as a fly by pepperoni hit the pages on my book.

My eyes flickered to the culprit, but only for a brief second. His mother smiled apologetically, turning back to her little one quickly when it looked like he might start a pizza topping food fight with the other guests.

I picked up the red flying saucer and flicked it off, not even pausing as I took care of the food missile, and the second one that followed shortly behind it.

“This is an odd choice for dinner, heathen,” Perre grumbled as he sat down and kissed Mags soundly on the mouth.

A man dressed as a giant Veluvian worm danced across the stage to some terribly corny, badly written worm-themed song as we ate pasta and pizza just a few tables away.

“Really?” she asked innocently. “I like it. Nice tunes,” she crooned, dancing a little in her seat to the music.

I put my finger to mark my place and chuckled as she wiggled in her seat next to Perre, trying to get him to dance along with her, laughing as Perre tried to stifle a smile at her playfulness, but couldn’t.

He chuckled and grinned from ear to ear as she sang along out loud to the lyrics. She knew the words to the terrible song by heart, acting like it was her favorite song as she sang it to Perre, ignoring his chuckles at her lunacy.

Perre turned thoughtful all of the sudden as the song ended and we finished eating.

A few minutes later he looked at Mags seriously, studying her as she looked up at him inquiringly.

“You did this on purpose. Didn’t you? To show me you can get even without using se... uh, other things, huh? Just embarrass the crap out of each other with silly little things, like a trip to a place that you know I'll loathe. Well, touché princess, point made and duly noted. I'll take it in for consideration,” he conceded, eyeing Mags suspiciously.

“Me?” She got extra points for keeping a straight face, somehow managing solemnity as stared up at him, gasped and pointed to herself.

When Perre just continued to stare her down, undaunted by her act, and it looked like she was going to crack, she hurriedly grabbed up a forkful of pasta and stuffed it in her mouth, muffling whatever she may have been tempted to admit.

This whole thing reeked of Mom, but I wasn’t about to tell Perre that. Let her have her fun, I thought, winking at her mischievously.

“Point is truly taken, princess,” Perre grumbled, a hint of pride peeking through his usually taciturn facade, saluting her smartly and eyeing the restaurant with amusement now. Her antics didn't seem to have bothered him in the least.

The old Perre's coming back, I thought happily and smiled warmly at my fair maiden, thankful for all the happiness she brings to our lives.

Perre grinned and chuckled as he nabbed some of the pasta off of her plate, laughing when she aimed her fork at him warningly.

“Oh, Aunty Mags! Aunty Mags!” Joey and Darren called excitedly as they raced up to her, vying for a spot at the end of the booth next to her.

“Move it or woose it, Darey, I sawl her first!” Joey grunted, shoving his brother out of the way.

“Nuh huh, I did! Sides, we can bofe share, Joe Joe! Be nice!” Darren cut in reasonably.

I looked at Darren and Joey, smiling as I saw Perre and me echoing that same dilemma not too long ago.

I glanced at Perre and saw him cough and glance at me sheepishly, nodding his head at the boys, his thoughts echoing mine.

A smile played at the corner of his mouth as we listened to Mags explain that they could both play games with her, that they could all go together or take turns.

I grinned at him in coconspirator-ship, his thoughts echoing mine as Mags left the table to let Jaye and Dar know she was here and if she could take the boys around.

"Later, brother," I assured him, grinning wickedly. Much later.

Perre nodded his head in agreement and picked up one of those little menus they have by the salt and pepper shakers, examining it disinterestedly.

“Who would name a place Oodles of Noodles Palace, anyways?” Perre grumbled good-naturedly, and then glared when the dancing worm came by our table, getting a little too close to his face for comfort.

“And who uses a giant worm to sell noodles?” he muttered, truly at a loss with that one, giving the dancing worm a look of utter disdain as it slowly backed away.

I shrugged and picked up my book, picking up where I’d left off earlier.

“Hello, Pinky Boys!” Jaye greeted, strolling right up to us, and we both groaned as he pulled up a chair and straddled it backwards.

“Whatcha readin?” He wiggled his brows, tipping my book to look at it. “Baby book," he glanced between us and his gaze settled on me, grinning widely, "Is Mags carrying your bun in the oven?” His golden eyes glittered as he leaned forward, resting his chin on his hands on the top of the backrest as he tapped his foot and raised his brows questioningly.

“What’s it to you?” Perre grumbled gruffly, crossing his lower arms over his chest.

“Oh, I dunno...” Jaye’s face lit up and then his eyes narrowed slightly, and I frowned along with Perre, “I might have heard from a, uh, little birdie that Mags' mother isn’t happy about her daughter’s impending nuptials with two male Cardanians, and is trying to get Mags to, ahem, ‘see the error of her ways’,” he informed us, making air quotes and using his best hoity toity tone to imitate Mrs. Constance O’Malley. His knuckles rapped on the table once. “Thought you’d want a heads up.” I nodded my thanks and he dipped his head ever so slightly, tipping his blue head as he got up to walk away.

“Hey, Jaye?” I called quietly as he started to walk away, “Hey, uh, thanks, man.”

“No problem, ssssuuuper ssssnnniiiffers!” he sing-song-ed, ruining our little, somewhat mature male moment and cackling as he took off, expertly dodging the pizza Perre chucked at him.

“Perre!” Mags gasped as Jaye pointed in his direction and hid behind Darlah.

“What?” he grunted, completely unremorseful.

She glared at him in warning, no need to say more, just standing there, eyes narrowed, hands on hips, pointing at him for a minute.

Completely edible, I thought, eyeing my woman. Even in a fit of pique. My eyes took her in from head to toe, devouring her. No, I corrected, especially in a fit of pique.

Forget the food, she looks delicious.

“They were doing it too!” Perre argued, cutting in on my fantasy and pointing to the table of food fighting seven year old girls two tables away.

I dropped my book and busted up laughing as the little girls all turned as one to give him indignant looks, huffing haughtily in their little princess getups, eyeballing him and then the last of their pizza as he pointed at them accusingly.

“What? Don’t look at me like that! You were!”

 

 

The magic word

 

Magenta

 

 

“Thank you for a wonderful evening, gentlemen, this is where I... Perre!” I shrieked as he scooped me up and handed my keys to Marre, stepping aside to let him open up the door.

“Put me down!”

“Nuh huh. I just watched a man in a giant worm suit dance around me for four hours, too close for my own comfort, and I’m not leaving here until I get what I came for,” Perre all but growled, heading for my bedroom.

“And what would that be?” I asked tentatively from over his shoulder, following a brief pause.

“Yes, I’ll marry you, I’ll marry you both,” Perre said in a matter of fact tone as he sat down on the bed and put me in his lap, Marre bending down on one knee in front of me with a ring box in his hand.

“Will you marry us, Magenta May O’Malley?” Perre whispered in my ear as Marre opened up the box and took my left hand in his, holding it tightly.

“Make us the happiest males in this galaxy and the next, my love, say you’ll marry us. Say yes,” Marre asked sincerely, his love shining in his eyes as he slid a beautiful white gold ring with a blood red, round cut stone in the middle onto my finger, a second ring with two rows full of diamonds fitting into the setting of the first one, making one perfect ring with diamonds surrounding the stone.

Oh, it was so beautiful! Just... perfect.

“Yes! Yes, yes!” I cried happily as Marre swooped in and kissed me.

I wrapped one hand around his neck and the other around Perre’s as I broke Marre’s kiss and gave Perre one as well.

“Do you like it, Ah Cah Eema?” Perre asked excitedly, his nervousness peeking through our bond connection.

The bond is getting stronger and stronger, I thought happily.

“Oh, it’s gorgeous, I love it,” I told him honestly, giving him an appreciative smooch.

“What does that mean? 'Ah-Cah-Eema'?” I asked as I broke our kiss.

“One who holds my heart.” Marre smiled at me and caressed my face, the fingers of his hands blazing a second trail down my body that tickled and excited me, goose flesh breaking out where his fingers ventured, making me shiver.

Perre grunted and kissed my neck, placing small teasing kisses along my jaw line as Marre started to undress me, both of them working together to strip me down as Perre teased and nibbled my sensitive flesh, adding to my already mounting shivers, sending small sparks of excitement shooting straight to my sex.

“Hey! What about you guys?!” I complained, breaking from the sensual haze they were stirring in me, trying to cover up my nakedness from their fully clothed selves.

“You heard her, Marre, she wants to see us naked, so strip.” He snorted, motioning imperiously for Marre to get on with it.

Marre gave Perre a one fingered salute and took off his clothes, his eyes locked with mine as he dropped his briefs, then approached me, his engorged erection bobbing thick and happy in front of him.

Perre’s arms suddenly came around me, his upper arms there to keep me held in place on his lap as his lower arms fondled my breasts, his thumbs dancing teasingly over and over my nipples, almost chaffing as he brought them to hardened peaks, standing out for attention.

“What are you two up to?” I gasped as Marre knelt down in front of me, leaning forward to part my legs and touch me teasingly against my nether lips, his fingers strumming slowly through the shock of wetness he found dripping from there.

“Sharing, princess,” Perre purred in my ear as Marre’s warm breath danced across my sex, his tongue rasping out to give a long, slow lick as he ran it up my sex, lapping up my cream and then following it up to tease around the swollen nub he found hidden there in my folds.

He latched onto my clit, licking and sucking it into his mouth as his fingers worked their magic, bringing me close to a climax, but pulling back when I was just shy of going over.

I whimpered in protest and tried to reach out for him, but Perre's arms pinning me to him stopped me from accomplishing anything.

“Ah. Ah. Ah. Sweet heart, I didn’t hear the magic words.” Perre chuckled against my neck, nipping a little hard when I growled at him in frustration.

“Did you hear the magic words, Marre?” Perre asked his brother teasingly, reaching around to lightly run a hand over my exposed sex, pinching and rubbing my clit between his index finger and thumb.

I cried out and started to see little starbursts dance across my vision, screaming at him when he pulled back and stopped my orgasm dead in its tracks.

I could feel my sex humming and pulsing now with unspent passion.

“No, brother, I sure didn’t,” Marre murmured as he picked me up and wrapped my legs around his waist, plunging into me as I gripped his neck, crying out when I felt close again and then he stopped, pulling out of me and pushing me back a little against Perre’s chest.

I thrashed and tried to tighten my grip around his neck, trying to pull him back against me, put him back where he was supposed to be- which is inside of me, damn it!

Perre gripped my hips and pressed himself at the mouth of my sex, rubbing me teasingly for a minute before he thrust into me, Marre still holding me up from the front, watching avidly as I let out choked cries of ecstasy at Perre’s pummeling thrusts.

“Like that, goddess? Like when he takes you hot and hard?” Marre murmured huskily, reaching forward to play with my pleasure button, swollen and too sensitive from all the teasing it’s endured.

Marre's eyes were two rich pools of molten hot liquid as they blazed into mine.

I gasped as I felt all of their emotions, their feelings, needs, wants, desires, crashing over me abruptly. The passion burning through them, from them to me, just heightening everything, making everything crisper, sharper, stronger.

Marre stopped unexpectedly, removing his hand, gripping my bottom with his lower hands and pulling me back against him when Perre pulled out, just as I was about to tip over again.

I clawed at Marre, clinging to him as I skewered myself on him, grinding my pelvis down on him, burying him all the way to the hilt, my nails raking down his neck and chest as I clutched at him frantically, trying to ease this intense, feverish ache of desire inside of me that's spread throughout my whole body, taking over my entire being.

“Please!” I wailed as Marre brought me so close again, only to stop once more.

“Say the magic words, my love. Tell us,” Marre purred, kissing me fiercely as he pulled out and walked over to the bed, placing me on Perre where he was laid back against the headboard.

“Tell us you’ll marry us and we’ll make it all better, heathen,” Perre promised as I jumped from Marre’s arms and thrust myself onto Perre’s waiting cock, grinding myself against him hard as I pinched his nipples and gave them a hard twist.

Perre yelped and arched up, clutching me tighter to him as his face contorted from the pleasure/pain.

“I already said yes,” I shouted as my body started to tingle, warning me that I was close.

“Together or separately, Mags?” Marre asked from the side of the bed, his cock glistening from the tip in anticipation as he watched us.

“Separately,” I panted as my climax rushed through me, Perre following shortly after as I whimpered and moaned, grinding myself against him in a wild frenzy, trying to prolong the feeling as we pulsed in time together.

As soon as Perre finished Marre made his move.

"Mine! My turn!" Marre snarled, plucking me up and impaling himself on me, placing my back against the wall as he pounded into me. My already sensitive sheath rippled again in the beginnings of another climax as his rough and tumble attitude brought my body roaring back to life.

“Did you like that, sweet heart? I loved watching you thrash around on Perre as you pleasured yourself on his aching cock, my body tingling and throbbing as I waited my turn, waited for you to be mine!"

I bit down on his shoulder as I came hard, clamping down on his shaft, my muscles squeezing him rhythmically. His roar of satisfaction was music to my ears as he pumped into me, trying to thrust in as far as he could, shattering me in two with the pleasure of it all as his cock thrummed happily inside of me.

He pumped a few more times, slumping against me and the wall as his now sated body became lax.

“Can we do that again?” I whispered in awe, giggling when they both chuckled, their smiles full of manly pride as they gazed at me.

“Anytime you want, princess, anytime you want,” Perre promised from his wrung out sprawl on the bed.

“Okay. Just change the 'magic words' next time. Don’t want to make it too easy for me.” I perked up, smiling as they both broke out into loud raucous laughter.

 

****

 

“I still say he was a prick,” Perre grumbled as he ate his fifth biscuit and third helping of bacon and eggs.

“He was totally checking you out, goddess,” Marre huffed, growling around his fourth cinnamon roll.

“Good grief, you two have hollow legs or something? You eat like you don’t know when you’ll have your next meal,” I observed, still nibbling on my first and only plate of breakfast.

“We weren’t that loud,” Perre continued to grumble as he sipped his coffee.

“Still stuck on that, huh?” I shook my head, giggling, referring to the neighbor calling the cops from all the 'noise' we were making.

I didn’t even notice they still whistle from their ridges when we shag each other brainless. Stopped noticing a long time ago, I guess.

Way too occupied with other things to even notice whistling ridges.

Apparently the old lady next door had found it, uhhh... distracting.

The officer who came over was really nice about the whole thing, though. He even chuckled when I answered the door with two half naked Cardanians trailing behind me.

He’d taken one look at me, my present company, our obviously sex rumpled appearance, and grinned, his eyes twinkling as he’d asked us if everything was alright over here, if we’d needed any help.

Marre and Perre had looked pissed as they’d glared, matching dark scowls aimed at the officer.

A mated Cardanian himself, the officer said there was no need to explain. It didn't really take a genius to figure out what had been going on.

Perre and Marre actually blushed when he assured them the next time wouldn't be as loud, that when he'd first mated with his little lady the neighbors had called on him too.

I’d somehow kept my face straight as I’d glowed with pride.

I make them so wild the whistling isn't even normal! No better compliment than that.Woo-hoo, Go me!

I’d wanted to fist pump the air and dance around in victory.

I’d held myself perfectly still though, coughing into my fist to hide the glee on my face. If they could have smelled it or sensed it through the mate bond, they hadn't said anything.

I scraped my fork across the bottom of my plate as another smile slipped out at the memory.

Finished with my food now, I took my plate to the sink to rinse it just as my cell rang. I checked the caller I.D. and saw that it was Mother.

I groaned inwardly and sent it straight to voicemail.

I'll call her back later, I thought, not particularly relishing the idea of having to talk to her at all right now. I'm not in the mood for her badgering.

Yes, later, I decided, I'll call her much, much later. Maybe even tomorrow...

I smiled, happy with my decision, but it was a short lived victory.

My house phone rang and I sighed, resigned to another lovely mother daughter argument, knowing she wouldn’t quit until I picked up, and started to walk over to answer it, but Marre beat me to it.

“Hello, this is the O’Malley, soon to be Quinfoletly residence, this is Marre speaking,” he said politely into the phone.

A frown creased his brow after a moment and he slowly pulled it away from his ear, blinking and staring at the receiver like it was suddenly sprouting bananas.

Perre grabbed the phone out of his hands and put it to his ear.

"‘Ello? Nope, Marre had something to take care of. This is Perre."

There was a long pause as he listened to the person on the other end of the line. His hairless brows slowly shot upward, but he didn’t comment.

I got a funny feeling when he grinned abruptly, an evil smile lighting up his face.

"Yep. This is one of the pink delinquents who's filling your daughter, alright...” he coughed unconvincingly into his hand before he continued, “but I wouldn't say I'm filling her with hog wa... Hey! I wasn't done talking yet!" Perre complained loudly, scowling at Marre for ruining his fun.

Whoever thought these two were tame is an idiot. Obviously doesn't know them at all.

"Yes, you are," Marre choked out between laughs at Perre and said into the phone, “One moment please."

He mouthed ‘it's your mother’ and handed it over.

“Hello, Mother," I greeted congenially, trying not to let her hear the laughter in my voice.

"Magenta," Mother sniped in a clipped voice, "I thought to remind you that you promised to go to your cousin’s wedding next weekend with us."

Oh, she sounds pissed, ha ha!

"I didn't forget, I'll be there," I promised.

Which cousin is getting married, again? I don't even remember.

"I didn't think you'd be able to find anyone willing to take you, so I didn't account for your new friends."

"Fiancés," I corrected, ignoring the dig about not being able to find someone willing/desperate enough to go with me in the first place.

Now I have two very willing, very yummy males all to myself. Just for me, and I'm definitely keeping them, so she's just going to have to get over it.

"Whatever you say, sweetie.” I swear I could feel her eyes rolling at me. “Now, make sure you wear something nice and wear your hair up,” she instructed, ever the dictator, “You look like a hoodlum when you wear it down. Too wild... too..."

"Moth..."

"Oh, no! Gotta go!” she jumped in, cutting off my protest, “Don't forget and don't be late! Kisses bub bye!" Then a 'click' as she hung up on me.

Chuffing in irritation, I glared at the phone and put it back on the receiver.

"Woman needs to stop drinking caffeine..." I muttered, clucking at her plucky attitude.

"You need a com link," Marre said thoughtfully as he eyed my outdated phone.

"No, I don't," I barked defensively. So sue me, I like my phone as much as my car. They're awesome!

"Yes, you do," Marre said simply back.

"Do not," I argued, snorting and sticking my tongue out at him.

"She doesn't," Perre replied smoothly, cutting off any further arguments as we stopped our teasing banter and blinked at him.

"What?" Perre shrugged, winking at me as he sipped his coffee. "She's going to marry us and move in anyways," waving his hand, he gestured to my vintage phone, "We can hook it up in the master bedroom if it means so much to her."

"Where is Perre and what have you done with him?" Marre accused/demanded, raising his brows at Perre.

I grinned and hopped into Perre's lap.

"You just want to get into my good graces so I'll nurse you." I giggled, nipping his ear suggestively.

Perre grinned, a grin only for me, and tugged me closer.

"Maybe... Is it working, princess?" he purred and chuckled darkly.

"Playing nurse or nursing?" Marre asked lecherously as he eyed my cleavage, "Because I'm up for either one, goddess."

I grabbed up a cinnamon roll and tossed it at his head, his eyebrows still waggling at me lasciviously.

He caught it effortlessly and took a huge bite, saluting me with it smartly as I snorted in his general direction, ruining my dirty look and put out expression by giggling.

I shook my head at him and rolled my eyes.

"Whoever said you two were lambs was either friggin’ blind or a liar."

"Only with you, heathen. You bring out the best, of the worst, in us." Perre smirked, chuckling as his hands started to travel up my rib cage advantageously, venturing to my breasts, stopping there to cup the mounds in his hands. His thumbs and index fingers pinched my nipples teasingly through my clothes, eliciting a heartfelt moan from my startled but pleased lips.

"Mean. You're a mean male, demon lord," I gasped out as he pushed my hair aside with his upper arms and sucked on my neck.

"Ah, but you like it," he purred in my ear.

Marre's eyes lit up and he sauntered over to have his fun too.

It was a long time before we ever actually left my place.

Would have been longer, but two giant, pink, sex monkeys were eating me out of house and home and we needed to replenish our reserves.

 

 

Wedding bells in Nichton

 

Perre

 

 

"Where's Little bit?" Ponne asked, plopping down next to me on the couch.

"Promised her parents she'd go to some thing in Nichton," I grumbled unhappily, already missing my little partner in crime.

She brings out the ‘beast’ in me, I thought, growling a little under my breath.

God! Just thinking about her makes me want to hunt her down, tear her clothes off and make her scream my name. Again.

I sighed morosely and stuffed another miniature spinach pie into my mouth, growling at Jaye when he tried to snag one for himself.

Can’t a male sulk in peace?!

"Get your own," I grumbled, hugging the plate closer to my chest.

"Fine, I don't want any of it anyways!" Jaye exclaimed dramatically, crossing his arms over his chest to mutter loudly about bullying pink miscreants.

"Shut the hell up, Squidger!" Neyenn yelled from his perch on the sectional, tossing an empty two liter bottle at his head, "Some of us are trying to watch the game."

Jaye glared at his older brother and rubbed his forehead.

"I'm telling Mol!" Jaye glared at his much larger sibling, pulling out his phone threateningly and waving it around.

"You do that, Jayevellan, see where that gets you." Neyenn snorted and chuckled confidently.

"Who said he could come, anyways?" Ponne complained as he swiped the can of soda Jaye was getting ready to open right out of his hands.

"What the hell, people?!" Jaye shouted indignantly, leaping at Ponne to try and wrestle the soda back from him.

I busted up laughing. It was comical it was so ludicrous. You don't wrestle a male with four arms to your two.

It was like the ultimate game of keep away.

"Fine, keep it," Jaye muttered, his tone leaning towards amiably, even with his voice muffled. He was trying to shrug his shoulders nonchalantly, acting as if he wasn't currently in a wrestling hold, his face smooshed into the carpet as he tried to get out of the arm bar two of Ponne's arms had him pinned with.

Ponne let him go and sat back, and Jaye snagged the soda back, dancing quickly out of Ponne's reach before he could get him.

Jaye ran and opened the can quickly, chugging it all down in one swig, slamming the empty can down like he'd just made a touchdown, doing some odd victory dance as he gyrated like a wounded goose in front of the television, blocking the game I was trying to watch.

Ponne's phone rang and he answered it, talking quietly to someone and then hanging up to come back into the living room.

"Here, Jaye. Fetch!" I said, tossing a mini pie at him, watching as he dove for it, unblocking the TV as he stuffed the whole thing into his mouth and chewed it up quickly.

"Oh, man, those are awesome," Jaye groaned, licking his fingers for any crumbs as he finished off one of the pastries my little heathen had made for me.

I had a whole freezer full of delicacies Mags had made me to tide me and Marre over until she comes back.

A weekend is too long in my book...

I forget where she said she was going with her parents... a birthday party? Baby shower...

Shit if I can remember.

She was naked when she’d tried to remind me the other day, but I was a little preoccupied. Had other things on my mind at the time, like seeing how many times I could make her squeal before she had to go to work.

I coughed to cover up my shit eating grin at that and let my mind wander a little, imagining my lush little mate, wet and willing for me...

"You know," Jaye said thoughtfully, tuning me back into the current conversation "You aren't the same since you hooked up with my little buddy. You're... what's the word I'm looking for?" Jaye hummed, tapping his chin, searching for the right word.

"Animated... Fun," Neyenn put in, saluting me with his drink from across the room.

I raised my glass in silent acceptance and Jaye frowned disconcertingly.

"Nah," he grunted, shaking his head. "You're more of an ass now." He snickered, his eyes gleaming at me, thinking he'd gotten one over on me.

Pfft, amateur!

"What's the difference?" I grunted in indifference, smirking at Neyenn's chuckle and Jaye's disappointment when his comeback hadn't hit its intended mark.

Or was it?

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Jaye's hand slowly making its way towards my plate as he mock pouted and whined, trying to distract me with his jabber jaws long enough to filch my treats. My treats.

Chuh. Idiot.

Like I'm not going to notice a giant, blue mitt reaching towards me?

I waited until he got close enough and put my hand on his face, pushing hard as he tried to snatch one up.

He flipped over the couch and landed with a 'thunk' on the floor.

"Hey! You oversized, naked, mole rat! Share!" he grumbled, stumbling back to the couch.

I snorted and stuffed the last three into my mouth, chewing thoughtfully as he huffed indignantly and stomped his foot.

"You look like a chick when you do that," I informed him, taking pleasure in the verbal sparring and the angry look on the blue idiots’ face.

Even if the sparring is a little one sided. Guy is outnumbered and he knows it.

It goes like this...

Ponne and Neyenn pester Jaye because he's annoying.

Me? I'm just freakin' bored.

Hey, I have to do something to pass the time or I'm going to go crazy.

She's only been gone a few hours, but it was odd being without her. After spending most of our time together this past week- okay, all of our time-it was like someone had taken off with one of my limbs or something.

We'd really gotten to know each other better too, bond more these past few days. Great doesn’t even begin to describe it.

I've fallen even more for her, if that's at all possible, enjoying all the facets that make up my sweet, spunky mate.

"I thought you said Mags was with her mother," Ponne asked, a frown marring his brow as he sat down, his upper arms' elbows resting on his knees, lower arms crossed over his chest.

"She is." I raised my brow at him questioningly.

"Tawn just called," Ponne nodded, gesturing at the phone, "She, Darlah and Molilah ran into Constance at the store."

"No, can't be, it's someone else. She's with my little heathen." I shook my head, "They're going to some family thing a planet over," I shrugged, waving it away, "She planned it all out with Mags. Tried to guilt her into it until she finally agreed. Mags told me all about it."

Ponne looked like he was going to say something.

I looked at Ponne and gave him a warning look.

"My princess wouldn't lie to me Ponne," I grumbled defensively, knowing my little heathen.

"Princess?!" Jaye guffawed.

"I didn't say she was," Ponne explained, putting his hands up in an 'I surrender' gesture, "but Tawn's sure it was Mags' mother."

My eyes grew wide and then narrowed as my ridges whistled and bristled warningly.

"Where's Mags, then?" Neyenn asked, frowning, smacking Jaye upside the head to shut up his incessant cackling.

"Ow!" Jaye scowled. "I've had just about enough of all of you!" he warned, pointing at us accusingly as he rubbed the sore spot on the back of his head.

"Mags' mother doesn't want Perre and Marre together," Jaye put in helpfully in a know it all tone, giving Neyenn a sniff of disdain, then dodging him as Neyenn tried to cuff him upside the head again.

"She doesn't? Why?" Neyenn asked, surprised, completely ignoring Jaye now.

"Better you than the pansy she'd originally tried to set her up with," Ponne muttered.

A thought niggled in my brain and took root.

No. She loves me. I know she does.

Stop it, Perre! I growled at myself.

So why is my stomach churning? Why do I feel like my guts are twisting?

Pulling out my com, unable to shake it, I called Mags’ cell. She answered on the first ring.

"Hello?" Her voice was broken and crackling, like she had bad static on her end of the line. "Perre, you there? You're cutting out?"

"Princess?" I growled impatiently, socking Jaye in the gut for being too close to me when he snickered again at Mags' nickname. I ignored his belly aching and concentrated on my phone call.

"I ca... fin... I... you... it...big... a... island..."

"Island? You're on an island?" I demanded, cupping my ear to hear her better.

Anxiety was beginning to creep into me from our mate bond and I could hear it in her voice.

I growled in frustration.

"The girls’ just saw your mother at a store, Mags," I told her honestly.

"Who's whe..." she kept cutting out.

Her phone crackled and then the line went dead.

"Mags...? Baby?"

I balled my hands into fists, trying to stop myself from doing something stupid.

"So, call her mom," Ponne said reasonably.

Mags had programmed it into my cell for emergencies, so I dialed it and waited.

"Hello?" Constance answered.

"Why aren't you with Mags?" I asked her outright, striving to keep myself in check, lest I break something.

"Oh, it's you," she cleared her throat unnecessarily and sniffed with disinterested politeness, "Didn't Magenta tell you?"

"Tell me what?" I growled into the phone.

"No need to be so rude. I can't believe she was actually going to consider marrying the two of you."

"She wasn't considering, it's a done deal," I informed her in the same snide tone.

"Really?" she asked with an odd note in her voice, "Then why is she in Nichton at a honeymoon resort with Kertt?"

"SHE WHAT?!!" I exploded, my head spinning as fear, nausea, denial and anger all fought for dominance inside me.

"You better pray for Kertt's sake that isn't true," I snarled, "Your grandbabies will have to visit their daddies in prison if he lays a finger on MY! WOMAN!" I roared.

"Grandbabies!" Constance gasped, but if she'd said anything else, I wasn't listening.

Storming out, I charged to my hovie and hopped in, quickly backing out and flooring it as I headed for the nearest space port shuttle.

A wedding resort island in Nichton. Nichton is small. Shouldn’t be that hard to figure it out.

"She's not like Ausha! She's not like Ausha!" I chanted, my heart pounding in my chest as I headed for answers.

 

 

To Nichton!

 

Marre

 

 

I pulled up in front of Ponne's and hopped out quickly, rushing up the cemented in drive as Tawn, Molilah and Darlah pulled up and hurried out too, rushing to meet me half way.

"What the hell's going on?" I barked, startling the women.

I cleared my throat and tried again, reaching deep down somewhere inside of me, striving for calm. It felt as if I was failing miserably as I clenched me teeth and held back a snarl.

A few deep breaths later and I felt a fraction more composed.

"I'm sorry,” I said as calmly as possible, “I'm just a little... what happened?"

Ponne, Jaye, and Neyenn came outside and joined the impromptu party.

"We saw Constance at the store," Darlah started.

"And I called Ponne," Tawn explained, smiling at me wanly and flashing a hurt look at her husband, "I didn't think he was going to tell Perre. I asked him to bring it up casually, see what he said, you know? I didn't want him to think the wrong thing, jump to the wrong conclusions..."

"What happened? Tell Perre what?!" I demanded, growing even more impatient. Perre's emotions were roiling as they came at me through our bond. It was like they were battering me, he was so upset.

What the hell is going on?! I wanted to shout.

I could feel Perre's fear, anger, disbelief, worry, confusion and pain. Mostly confusion and pain.

"Wait, no,” I shook my head, even more confused, “Constance is with Mags at that wedding deal in Nichton."

"No, she's not," Mol told me reluctantly, as if sorry to contradict me, stepping forward a little and shaking her head.

"You know about the wedding, and you're okay with it?" Ponne blurted incredulously, his eyes widening like saucers in his angular pink face.

I frowned at Ponne, "It's none of my business. What's it to me?"

Choking and gasping, Ponne's eyes looked like they were about to bug out of his head, "Are you shitting me?"

"You don't care if Mag's gets hitched with this Kertt guy?" Jaye squawked, slack jawed.

"Kertt and Mags aren't getting married! Stop doing drugs, Harvick," I snapped. Seriously? I shook my head. This guy... "Really, man, just say 'no'!"

Ridiculous... where does he come up with this crap! And now he has Ponne believing it too!

What's this world coming to?

"I'm not doing drugs, you dim witted idiot!" Jaye shouted belligerently, stopping only when Dar squeezed his arm, settling for grumbling and muttering about pink, bald bastards instead.

"Perre called Constance and asked her point blank where Mags was. Didn't know what she'd said at first, but he tossed his phone and ran out the door, taking off like the fires of hell were chasing after him," Ponne relayed grimly.

"Yeah," Neyenn added, "I picked up his phone and she was still on the line. Asked her what she'd said to him and she admitted she'd told him Mags had left him to marry Kertt in Nichton."

"Oh, god," I panicked, "I have to get to her before Perre goes and fucks everything up!"

I called the spaceport immediately, my heart ready to burst from my chest, and it went straight to a voice message, letting me know the shuttles had closed for the day.

NO! NO! NO!

"Shit! Shit! Shit!" I growled in frustration and slammed my hand onto the ground, cracking the concrete with the force of it.

The women all jumped and backed away.

I ignored their reaction and glanced up at Tawn.

"Is Kertt really there?" I asked, my voice barely audible as it lowered to a deep, gravelly snarl, hoping for otherwise.

Tawn looked at Ponne and he nodded.

Mouth turned down sadly, she stared at me helplessly. "It's Kertt's cousins' wedding. I called Mags' dad and he gave me all the details. Then he suggested I call Kertt's mom as well. I contacted her and she said she was headed to Nichton as we speak and that he'd left the day before. Don't worry too much, though. Karen, that’s Kertt's mother, is an angel, and after I explained what was going on to her, she's promised to run interference with Kertt. She had no idea Mags was seeing anyone or she wouldn't have agreed to Constance's scheme. She feels terrible."

"Kertt was in on it, Mags is the only one who doesn't know, and no one can reach her," Ponne added.

"The slimy little frog. I'll kill him" I snarled out, long and low.

"Frog?" Jaye inquired of anyone and everyone, confused, brows beetling together, "What frog?"

I shoved my phone into my pocket and stomped through the yard, heading towards my hovie.

"That green little toad kept sniffing around my mate. She said her mother wanted them to be together, but Mags didn't want to."

Dar pulled Jaye down to whisper something into his ear as I started muttering to myself under my breath.

"Oooohhh. Well, how was I supposed to know he was green?! I don't pay attention to those kinds of things, Mouse! And nobody tells me anything!" Jaye opined, exasperated, throwing his hands up in the air.

"What are you going to do?" Ponne asked, following me out, Jaye and Neyenn trailing behind.

"Get to my mate and kill Kertt if he even looks at her funny," I seethed.

"But the ports are all closed," Ponne reasoned.

"May I make a suggestion?" Jaye butted in, grinning at me mischievously, his eyes alight with impish intentions.

I stopped and turned to look, really look at him. Oddly enough, I felt somewhat encouraged by his expression.

This better be good. "I'm all ears, blue boy," I drawled sarcastically.

"Great! Here's what we need to do...." Jaye started.

 

 

Stand by your men

 

 

Magenta

 

 

"Hello? Hello? Mother? Can you hear me? Hello!" I yelled into my cell, the static crackling on the other end almost deafening.

I'd been standing in front of the hotel we were supposed to meet at for two hours, and they still haven't shown up yet. My phone isn't getting any damn reception and I keep getting either static or a busy signal when I try to call out.

Ugh!

Plus, something’s going on with Perre, but I don’t know what. I can feel it.

His emotions are a mass of jumbled up frustration and I can't get a hold of him to make sure he's okay.

He couldn't be that upset my phone lost connection, could he? And now Marre's got a bad vibe humming towards me too.

Oh, I hope nothing bad has happened, I worried, chewing on my thumb nail in my anxiety.

Growling, I glared hatefully at my phone.

I want to smash the damn thing with a sledgehammer right now, I'm so mad.

"Stupid phone," I muttered and put it back in my purse.

Mumbling quiet obscenities to myself under my breath, cursing what I now see as primitive technological device to hell and back, I clutched the handle on my luggage and shifted from foot to foot nervously.

"Come on, Dad... Mom... what's the hold up?" I muttered aloud as I glanced around. “I am sooo getting a com link after this crap!”

"Hello, my flower. It's been a while," came Kermit, I mean Kertt's voice from over my shoulder, completely out of frickin’ nowhere.

Squeaking out a protest to go with my startled gasp, I jumped at the unexpected greeting and whirled around.

"What are you doing here?!" I exclaimed, not even trying to hide my lack of enthusiasm at running into him.

"Well, it is my cousin's wedding, after all," he said easily, grinning at me.

"Your cousin?" What? Why would Mother want me to go to Kertt's....?

"Oh, my god! She didn't! She didn't!" I stomped my foot, shouting, startling Kertt and all the other guests in the hotel lobby.

"I'll kill her! I'll dye her hair pink while she's sleeping! Oooh, when I'm done with her she'll..." I ranted, pacing the lobby like a deranged person, my little suitcase's rolling wheels squeaking noisily on the polished floor as I circled back and forth like a mad woman.

Kertt's eyes were growing wider and wider as I muttered curses and acts of revenge on my mother, using words any seasoned seaman would be proud of.

"Mags?" Kertt asked hesitantly, reaching out a hand hesitantly to touch my shoulder, but I snarled at him and he pulled it back fast, clutching it to his chest with his other hand protectively.

"Do you know what I gave up to come here and make her happy? Do you?" I vented, narrowing my eyes and pointing an accusatory digit at him.

He put his hands up like it was a gun instead of a finger and swallowed hard, "Uhhh... no?"

“I gave up a weekend of uninhibited monkey sex with the two sexiest males on this planet! Well... not this planet, they obviously aren't here, but okay! You get my point!"

"Uhhh... flower?" Kertt asked uneasily, "he, uh, he... your man, um, he has a twin?"

"Yes, why?" I demanded huffily, confused.

Where is his brain? Can't he even keep up with a simple conversation here? Is that the only part he heard?

I put my hands on my hips and glared at him.

"What's wrong with having two males? You got a problem with it, Kertty boy?" I sniped sarcastically, taking a step towards him.

Of which he immediately backed up, eyes round and getting as big as saucers as he stared, spluttering as he tried to speak, but I was beyond irritated with my mother, with my weekend, with him, with everything, to care what he was trying to say.

Kertt shook his head vehemently 'no' and pointed at something off to the side.

I ignored him and continued my tirade.

I'm angry, tired and beyond horny right now, and I'm on a roll! Kertt's just going to have to deal with it!

Whatever he wants me to see will just have to wait ‘til I'm done.

"I'll have you know they're better than ten of any other male out there! And I wouldn't trade them for anything! They're caring, sweet, thoughtful!" I ticked off on my fingers, “erm, well... Perre can be an asshole..." I back tracked a little, "but he's my asshole!" I shouted, then screamed at the top of my lungs when someone came up behind me and flung me around, enveloping me in four strong arms as he crushed me to him, gripping my ass firmly as he hauled me up his chest and mauled my mouth.

"I love you, I love you," Perre murmured against my lips between kisses, his hands everywhere as he whispered sweet endearments and groped me inappropriately in the middle of a hotel lobby.

Of course, I groped him and mauled him back just as eagerly.

"What are you doing here?" I breathed, delighted to see one half of my man candy.

Mmmm. Man candy.

Yum!

"Your mother said you were running off to marry Kertt," he said and gave Kertt a look so black even I would have shrunk back from him.

Kertt put his hands up protectively in front of him. "Hey, look... obviously you two, erm, three... are more involved than Constance led me to believe and I...”

"Kertt! Kertt Herman Vaughn! You little weasel!" a beautiful, blonde rubinesque woman yelled with a sweet southern accent as she rushed up to us, toting a giant sized purse over her shoulder.

The flowery blue thing looked like it could carry everything and the kitchen sink in it. It took up most of her shoulder.

"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't put you over my knee and blister your ass?!" she ranted as she shook her finger at him wildly, giving him a stern, motherly glare.

"Mommy! Everyone can hear you! Would you quiet down, please!" Kertt cried out desperately, looking around to make sure no one had noticed.

Mommy? I thought and a little giggle escaped. Oh, boy!

"Oh," his 'mommy' said, deflating, her shoulders slumping suddenly as her eyes got misty with unshed tears.

"Is that all I am to you, Hermie? An embarrassment?" she asked, sniffling, searching in her purse for a tissue.

‘Hermie?’ Perre mouthed and I put my hand over his and hushed him.

He grinned under my palm and licked it, sending shivers up my spine and straight to my pussy as he pulled me a little closer and gave my rump a good squeeze.

"Don't do anything stupid!" Marre shouted as he ran up to us. He was so out of breath by the time he reached us, and had to put his hands on his knees and pant for a minute.

Jaye and Darlah, Neyenn and Molilah, and Ponne and Tawn came rushing behind. Darlah's father Joseph, in his pilot’s suit, was bringing up the rear.

"Don't who do anything stupid?" I frowned at Marre, hoping for his sake he wasn't talking about me.

Marre straightened to his full height and pointed at Perre.

"Him. Never you, goddess, never you," he explained breathlessly, still trying to get himself in check, coming up behind me to nuzzle my neck and place sweet hungry kisses up and down my exposed skin.

"G-rated people! G-rated," Jaye complained, pointing at Darlah like 'Can you believe them?'

"Says the male who jumped Dar's bones in my bathroom at my barbeque," Mol snorted sardonically.

"But we weren't!" Dar insisted, pushing her glasses back up onto her pert little nose.

Jaye just grinned and wrapped a proprietary arm around his wife as she blushed.

"You’re just like your father," Kertt's mother wailed, breaking in on our little reunion, leaving Kertt standing there uncomfortably, rubbing his neck awkwardly as she kept rummaging through her purse for tissue as tears tracked down her cheeks.

"You were going to try and run off with a mated woman!" she hiccupped and Kertt's jaw slackened.

"Mated! Mommy, I swear I didn't know she was mated!" Kertt pleaded, shocked when his mother put a hand up when he went to comfort her.

"Don't," she told him sternly, shaking her head, “Just... don’t.”

"But, Mom..."

"Excuse me for a moment, please," she whispered hoarsely, glancing around, mortified at her audience, then hurried away through the front doors.

"Oh, we should go check on her," Mol murmured sympathetically as she started to follow her.

"She's my mother! I should go!" Kertt cut in worriedly.

"No, son," Joseph said, clapping him on the back, "I think you've done enough. She needs a moment. Leave her be." Sweet old Joe looked at Mol and waved at her to stay. "I'll keep an eye on her, you all stay right here. She'll be fine."

He smiled reassuringly and followed where we'd seen Karen take her leave, disappearing quickly to catch up.

"You thought I would leave you for him?" I huffed and frowned at both of them.

"Hey!" Kertt started, but shut it when he got two twin glares.

He withered slightly under their dark, accusing scowls.

"We weren't about to leave you here by yourself for him to try," Marre stated diplomatically and nabbed me out of Perre's arms.

I didn't miss the grateful expression on Perre's face as he handed me over to his twin without argument.

"Didn't you hear me, demon lord?" I smacked Perre’s chest as I wrapped an arm around his neck, pulling him back to me. "It's like I told Kertt, you’re my asshole." I grinned at him and pulled him back in for another lip smacking, scorching kiss.

"Hey, what about me?" Marre demanded.

I released a dazed Perre to wrap my arms around Marre.

"You, sir, are, and always will be, my knight in shining armor," I purred and nipped his chin.

We were all a little off balance and tipsy with lightheadedness when I’d finished making out with my giant, pink Cardanian hunks.

I pulled back, still cradled comfortable in Marre’s arms, studying them shrewdly. I hummed loudly in the back of my throat, almost a happy purr, as a thought occurred to me, and then I smiled, a huge, winning smile, drawing both of their attention back to me.

"How do you guys feel about an island wedding?" I asked impishly as I nudged my head in the direction of the wedding chapel the island employees had all been boasting about at the concierge desk, right off to the side of it. "A little wedding... a lot of sand,” I shimmied my shoulders a little, my smile getting wider, a wicked tilt lighting it, “tons of sex," I whispered throatily, trailing off.

"Really?" Perre asked interestedly, cocking a naked brow in my direction.

"Right now?" Marre put in excitedly, grinning a roguish, delighted grin.

"Mmmm...hmm...” I smiled, giving a determined little wink in their direction. This is so happening.

"Woo-hoo!" Molilah crowed, Tawn and Darlah joining in too.

"I'll com link Mama and see if she wouldn't mind watching all the kids for the weekend," Neyenn put in as he headed for the front desk.

"We can stay long enough for the wedding," Tawn added, clapping happily.

"Why not the weekend, wife?" Ponne winked. "We've been talking about baby number two, why not start now?" he half joked, chuckling as Tawn's blue skin blushed purple.

"I'm such an idiot," I scoffed, smacking my forehead, "I didn't even think to try the concierge desk when my phone didn't work!"

"It all worked out in the end, princess, don't you think?" Perre winked.

"Yes, it did! Now hurry the hell up, people! I'm getting hitched!" I cried impatiently as I squirmed out of Marre's arms and dragged them towards the chapel.

"Bossy little thing, isn't she?" Marre mock whispered, pretending to be annoyed with my antics.

"Yeah," Perre grinned, "but she looks so cute when she does it. Like a rabid, uh, what do you call those things...?” He snapped his fingers suddenly, “Oh, yeah, a bunny."

"I heard that!"

Their laughter echoed throughout the chapel as we pledged ourselves to each other, and my heart danced with joy.