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  “So you say. I fail to see the inherent amusement in throwing a flat disk back and forth.”

  “It’s good exercise too!” the girl said.

  “I prefer shedding the blood of my enemies.” The Beast Kindred glowered. “It is not nearly so…ridiculous as jumping and running after a plastic disk.”

  “I’m sure shedding enemy blood is more aerobically effective but no enemy is going to kiss you like I do when you make a good catch.” The girl batted her eyelashes at her Kindred who looked suddenly more interested.

  “Is that so?”

  “Yeah—that’s so. Come on, what do you say?”

  Becca felt a flash of envy run through her as she watched the flirty little exchange.

  She only has one guy to worry about. One partner to deal with. Why did I have to get stuck with two? Why did I have to get stuck at all? I would have taken my vows and become a good nun. Now I have to doubt myself and everything in my life—all because of what happened when I mistakenly ate the wrong piece of cake. It’s not fair!

  “Are you ready?” the girl asked her boyfriend.

  He sighed, though Becca could tell he was really enjoying himself.

  “I suppose. Fling it, then.”

  The girl wound up and threw the Frisbee in a comically high arch which was destined to go right over her boyfriend’s head. Despite his initial reluctance, however, he appeared determined to do his best. The look on his dark face seemed to say that if she wanted him to play such a foolish game, he was damn well going to play it to the best of his ability. Accordingly, he took a running jump for the Frisbee…

  And crashed into Becca, one thick, meaty elbow hitting her directly in the forehead.

  “Oof!” she gasped, going down hard. Or she would have, if there hadn’t been a big male body to cushion her blow.

  “Becca? Mi’now?” That would be Far. The name he called her was a word in the Twin Kindred dialect which meant something like “cherished one” or “beloved.”

  “Get off her, you oaf,” growled another voice which was certainly Truth. Then he was on the other side of her saying, “Are you well, Rebecca?” He usually called her by her full name when he was worried or really serious about something.

  “Fine…I’m fine,” Becca tried to say but the words came out so faint she couldn’t even hear them herself. Her throbbing head was being cushioned in someone’s lap and someone else was propping up her knees.

  “Leave her alone,” Far was saying as he stroked her hair gently away from her hurt forehead. “Go call the nearest Med Station.”

  “I’m not leaving her,” Truth’s deep, growling voice sounded angry and belligerent. “You go run for help. I’ll stay here.” As he spoke, he lifted her knees a little higher, trying to make her comfortable on the grassy ground.

  Becca felt a surge of warning zip through her. They were close—way too close, the both of them. If they both touched her bare skin at the same time…

  And then they did.

  Chapter Three

  “Ahh!” Becca’s back arched as a sudden wave of electricity raced through her. All at once her nipples were painfully hard and her pussy was throbbing with need. The big, warm, male hands on her body seemed to radiate heat and lust, spreading a growing desire throughout her entire being until she was nearly panting with need.

  No, she thought wildly even as the sensations continued and intensified. No, we can’t do this! This is what happened before. If we don’t break the connection we’re going to start hearing each other’s thoughts and—

  It’s happening again. Truth’s mental voice was as growly as his regular one.

  I thought last time was a one-time occurrence. Far sounded bewildered. Because Becca had eaten that bonding fruit confection.

  Guess you thought wrong, Brother, Truth sent.

  Despite her growing need, Becca couldn’t help but notice that Truth had named Far as his brother without a trace of irony or condescension for what was probably the first time ever.

  Is she all right? Far asked. I’m worried about her—about all of us. This…union affects me strangely.

  If you mean it makes you horny as the Seven Hells, then you’re not alone, Truth growled. I’m hard as a rock.

  Me as well. Do you think it affects our lady the same way?

  And that was the first time Far had referred to her as “our” lady, Becca couldn’t help noting.

  I…I’m here, she sent to both of them.

  Are you well? Far asked at once.

  I’m fine. I just…feel strange.

  Do you feel it too? Truth asked. The sexual need?

  I…I don’t really know.

  Don’t bother lying, Truth sent flatly. I’m touching you. You know I’ll be able to tell.

  I could be wrong, Brother, but it seems to me that accusing our lady of lying is not the quickest way to her heart, Far sent dryly.

  I just want the truth—that’s all. I want to hear it from her. I want to know how you feel, Truth demanded of her.

  I feel…you know how I feel, Becca sent desperately. I feel…hot…needy. But I don’t understand why—I didn’t eat any bonding fruit this time. It’s so confusing!

  What’s so confusing about it? Truth murmured. You may have taken an oath of purity with your mind but your heart needs love and your body needs pleasure, Rebecca.

  What she took was a vow of celibacy and we have already forced her to break it once, Far reminded him acerbically.

  We didn’t exactly break it, Becca sent anxiously.

  Actually, they had really only bent it a little and it had been mostly all in her head—well, in all three of their heads—just as they were now. When she’d confessed what she had done later to Kat, the other girl had been amazed that Becca had been able to do so little to overcome the deadly dose of bonding fruit she’d consumed. Kat declared she still couldn’t figure out why Becca had been able to confine her urges to mental gymnastics, declaring that she’d never heard of anyone who didn’t have to have actual physical sex in order to get over the effects of the powerful aphrodisiac agents in the fruit…

  That’s right, Truth agreed, obviously thinking along the same lines. We didn’t break your oath—mostly we just imagined what we wanted to do to you…didn’t we? Something along these lines…

  A vivid mental image in her mind’s eye suddenly showed her in bed with Truth, and neither of them was wearing any clothes.

  I believe I helped too, Far sent and suddenly he appeared in bed as well.

  Becca gasped at the sight of her own naked self being bracketed by two huge, muscular males. They were all lying on their sides and she was facing Far. Truth was behind her, pressing his pelvis against her bare behind and running one hand possessively over the curve of her hip.

  The sight was so real Becca could almost feel the heat of both big bodies on either side of her, could practically smell the warm, masculine scent the brothers seemed to make only when they were together. She never detected it when she was with just one of them but when they were side by side and almost touching, the scent was enough to make her weak with lust. Strangely, though, no one else ever seemed to smell it. Becca had wondered about it from time to time but since Truth and Far were almost never in such close proximity, it didn’t usually bother her.

  It was bothering her now, though. Along with the sight of the three of them naked and caressing each other, the scent was making her hotter and hotter. It was almost too much to stand.

  Truth! she protested, breathlessly. Truth, please…

  Goddess above, I love your luscious full ass, Rebecca, he murmured. Love how you’re not a skinny bag of bones like so many of the Earth girls I’ve seen.

  And I love your breasts, mi’now, Far whispered through the strange link they seemed to share. In the image she was watching, Becca saw him bend his head and kiss the full slopes of her bare breasts possessively. Are your nipples truly as dark as Truth imagines them? he asked, kissing one lightly. We have no females with y