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  “Yes, ma'am,” Holt muttered, speeding up his undressing process considerably and Sadie thought she saw a slight grin hovering around the corners of his full lips. Good, Holt believed they could do it. She was sure. “Now what?” he asked when he was completely nude, his long, golden body tense and waiting.

  Sadie thought about it, thought of the way he and Blakely had always healed her. “Get behind him, support him on your lap,” she directed. Without hesitation, Holt did as he was told, sliding behind his partner and cradling the darker man in his arms tenderly. Blakely moaned, his eyelashes fluttering half-way open.

  “It's okay, buddy,” Sadie heard Holt murmur soothingly. “Everything's going to be okay.”

  “Wha…” Blakely's voice was slurred and indistinct but at least he was regaining consciousness.

  Now! Sadie understood instinctively that she had to move fast, while Blakely was still on the edge between sleep and wakefulness, before the pain Van Heusen had predicted set in.

  She climbed onto the bed between Blakely's legs on her hands and knees, feeling the brush of his coarse chest hair against her tender nipples as she pressed tight against him, putting him between herself and Holt. Blakely's dark head was leaned back against his partner's golden shoulder and Holt was leaning down, whispering encouragement into his ear. For just a moment, Sadie was transfixed by the sight of pure, masculine beauty, the dark and light heads close together while Holt's long, muscular arms encircled his partner's broad shoulders. Then she dipped her head and took Blakely's narrow, sensual mouth with her own in a heated but gentle kiss.

  “Blake,” she breathed against his mouth. “Come back to us. We need you—we love you.”

  She pulled back the tiniest bit to see the indigo eyes come all the way open. There was pain in their depths but need and love as well. She knew Blakely understood her. And, like a tiny, flickering spark in the pit of her stomach, she felt the beginnings of the warm, golden energy that flowed between them when they all touched. It's going to work! I know it!

  She bent her head again, rubbing herself wantonly against Blakely's naked chest, feeling her nipples stand to attention at the rough, delicious friction of her tender nubs against his curls. This time she put more into the kiss, parting Blakely's lips to slip her tongue between his white, even teeth, tasting him, letting him know how much he was wanted, was needed. The energy surged, but weakly, too weakly she was afraid. When she pulled back this time Blakely was completely with them but the pain in his indigo eyes had grown along with his awareness.

  “I love you too, kid,” he managed to say. “Sorry … just hurts so much.” Looking at his arm, Sadie saw that the evil red lines had advanced to his collar bone and were reaching for his neck.

  “Oh, Blake,” she whispered, feeling the start of tears in her eyes and pushing them ruthlessly down. She loved this man and she refused to give up without a fight.

  More, need more somehow … Then more it would be.

  “We're slowing it down but not stopping it.” Holt's voice was strained as he stroked along the side of his partner's neck.

  More, Sadie thought. She kissed Blakely again and then leaned upwards to kiss Holt, pressing her full, naked breasts against the rough scratch of Blakely's cheek to do so. Again the power surged between them but it was weaker now, dying. Frantically, Sadie kissed along the side of Blakely's strong throat, nipping and biting, licking and sucking as he had done to her the very first time they met. Marking him for her own. Making a mark on his skin the way he had made a mark on her heart. The way he and Holt both had.

  “Sadie, sweetheart…” Blakely tried to say but she shushed him with a finger to his lips.

  “Don't try to talk, Blake. Just let yourself feel.” Rubbing like a cat, she pressed her cheek against his chest, feeling the coarse curls rub her soft skin, drinking in the spicy, good, sandalwood musk of his body, loving him with everything that was in her. “I love you and Holt loves you. We love you so much, Blake. Please, please don't leave us,” she murmured softly, continuing to rub her way down his body.

  “Suck him, Sadie. Take him in your mouth,” she heard Holt's voice urging her and she realized that she was between Blakely's legs and his dark, thick shaft, semi-erect and throbbing with need was right in front of her. Without hesitation, she took the dusky column of flesh in one hand and rubbed the rose petal soft head against her face.

  Over her cheeks and forehead, lips and eyelids … the sandalwood musk filled her senses and his cock hardened in her hand, velvet over hot iron, pulsing in time to the beat of his heart and hers.

  “Blakely, I love you so much,” she said again and then she lowered her head and ran her tongue lightly over the wide crown of his cock, savoring the musky, bitter, entirely male taste of him. Blakely moaned low in his throat and his hips jerked almost convulsively. The golden energy between them seemed to flex and grow, just a little.

  “He needs more, Sadie.” Holt's voice was hoarse, urgent.

  “I know what he needs.” She lowered her head. He was big, so big but she took him all the same. Lapping eagerly at the pearly drops forming on the broad head, she sucked the thick shaft into her mouth, taking him down her throat in a way she never would have dreamed was possible. She was only conscious of wanting to take her lover completely inside herself and hold him where he would be safe, and heal him there.

  Blakely moaned again, his hips bucking to press deep into her warm, willing mouth. Sadie felt another surge of the bright, golden energy around them but it still wasn't strong enough. What was she doing wrong? She was doing what Blakely and Holt had done when they healed her. They had put her between them and pleasured her the same way she and Holt had put Blakely between them. An idea tickled the back of her brain.

  Every other time the healing had occurred, she had been between the two men. She was the bridge, the connector, the conductor between them that allowed the T-link to open and pour its electrical healing magic through them all. Giving Blakely's thick shaft one last, loving suck, Sadie raised her head and looked at the two pairs of blue eyes staring back at her.

  She knew what she had to do.

  Chapter 25

  “We're doing this wrong. We're in the wrong position.” She licked her lips, swollen with sucking Blakely's thick shaft. “Holt, prop Blake up on the pillows and come around behind me.”

  Neither man questioned her orders. Holt did as he was told, sliding out from behind his partner as gently as he could and made sure Blakely was comfortable on a stack of pillows before he came to kneel at the foot of the king-sized bed behind her.

  “Now what?” his warm breath on the back of Sadie's neck and the heat of his golden chest so close to her own nakedness sent a shiver through her.

  “Watch,” she whispered. “Wait.” Rising up on her knees, she crawled forward until she was straddling Blakely's groin and the broad, mushroom-shaped head of his cock was centered directly under her wet sex. “Blake,” she whispered, lowering herself until she could feel his thickness brushing against the slippery, swollen bud of her clit. “Blake, I love you and I'm not letting you go. I'm not letting either one of you go.” She let herself down, feeling his hardness breach her entrance and took his thick cock deep, so deep, all the way into her wet, hot cunt until she felt him pressing hard against the end of her channel.

  “God, baby!” Blakely's voice sounded hoarse, strangled with need and love and Sadie felt another surge in the energy between them as she began to ride, rising up to feel the thick shaft slip almost all the way from her body and then lowering herself to take him deep again, feeling the exquisite pleasure that was more than half pain of having a man who was so large and thick stretching her cunt.

  Sadie felt Holt hovering uncertainly behind her back and knew they had to make the circuit complete. “Touch me,” she urged her other lover. “Love me, Holt. Get me ready.”

  “Ready for what, Sadie?” His voice was low and needful, almost a growl. He did as she asked, wrapping strong arms around her