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“One that’s not attached to another male,” Drace put in. “You’re not, are you?” he asked, nodding to the far corner of the space station where the blue centipedes had carried Phillip so he could cry and moan in peace.

  “Am I still attached to Phillip?” I made a face. “Definitely not. He’s a mistake from the past that came back to haunt me, that’s all.”

  “Good,” Lucian and Drace said at the same time. Then they glared at each other. Damn, these two really didn’t want to be together. They reminded me a little of my clients from earlier that day. Only, presumably, there was no Mr. Puppers to fight over.

  “So…you think I can separate you?” I asked.

  “We know you can,” Lucian said earnestly. “We saw you separate the two males who came to your place of business.”

  “You were watching me?” I asked in surprise.

  “Of course. We wanted to be sure we found the perfect Pure One to set us free from each other,” Drace said.

  I sighed. So even in my dreams I was doing divorces—and this time it was an alien divorce. My subconscious was really trying to tell me something. I needed to get out of this business and find a way to do the wedding planner thing I’d been dreaming of before I went crazy.

  “Okay,” I muttered to myself. “I learned my lesson—can I please wake up now?”

  Nothing happened. I was still standing in the middle of a spaceship with two huge, muscular aliens looking at me hopefully and my ex crying in the corner surrounded by blue centipedes.

  Apparently my subconscious wasn’t ready to let me wake up yet.

  “Okay,” I said a little louder, since my dream showed no signs of dissipating. “What you two saw was me helping two guys with their divorce papers because I’m a paralegal. Just a plain paralegal—not some magic ‘Pure One’ or la-ti-da or whatever. Also, those guys didn’t have a psychic bond that was tying them together. All they had was a French bulldog-labradoodle mix named Mr. Puppers and a mutual case of herpes.”

  “But you helped them get free of each other,” Drace insisted, a stubborn look on his chiseled features.

  “Yes, but helping them ‘get free of each other,’ as you put it, didn’t take any magic on my part. I don’t know what kind of special powers you think I have but I assure you, I’m just an ordinary Earth girl trying to make a living.” I shrugged. “So I really doubt I can help you.”

  “Will you not at least try?” Lucian asked quietly. “Please, ma ‘frela—we are desperate. We swear to return you to your home as soon as you free us from each other.”

  I didn’t know what ma ‘frela meant but I could see the desperation in both their eyes. Somehow they were stuck together and they really didn’t want to be.

  Well, it’s just a dream—might as well try whatever they want, whispered a little voice in my head. Then again, what if what they wanted was some kind of three-way sex ritual? The thought sent a shiver over me which made my nipples hard and the area between my legs feel hot and swollen for some reason. I pressed my thighs together tightly. Even in a dream, I didn’t think I was up to taking on two huge guys at once.

  “What do I have to do?” I asked, frowning up at both of them in turn.

  “Just touch us,” Drace said, sounding as desperate as Lucian. “The wise woman said that the touch of a Pure One would be enough to free us from our psy-bond to each other.”

  “Touch you where, exactly?” I said, wanting some clarification as my earlier worry came back full force. Surfing around on the Internet late one night I’d run across one of those “threesome” porn videos where a girl was jerking off two guys at once. It was called, “The Wild Wankathon.” I had a sudden erotic image of me sitting between the two big aliens, holding their hard shafts in my hands and stroking slowly as they groaned at my touch. Then I pushed the weird fantasy away—I wasn’t up for that mess.

  “Anyplace there is bare skin,” Lucian said.

  “Okay.” I nodded thoughtfully. That didn’t necessarily have to be sexual. “Would a hand-shake do it?”

  “A hand shake?” Drace frowned.

  “Like this.” I took a step towards him and held out my hand to him. Hesitantly, he held his out to me and I took it. His fingers were well made, very clean, and callused as though he worked a lot with his hands. His skin was warm and his touch was pleasant but I didn’t feel any kind of magic or mystical power flowing between us.

  “I don’t feel anything,” I said.

  “Because you have to touch both of us at once,” Lucian said, extending his own hand.

  “All right.” I reached somewhat awkwardly for his outstretched hand, crossing my arms to do it since my right hand was already enclosed in Drace’s left.

  The minute Lucian’s big hand, (which looked manicured and was softer than Drace’s though no less strong,) enclosed my own hand, something strange happened.

  It started as just a tingle—almost a tickle—right in my solar plexus. The tickle turned to a warmth and then a tingling which began to spread through me in a slow wave that radiated out from my midsection to the rest of my body, almost like an electrical current running through me.

  “What the…what’s going on?” I tried to free my grip from theirs but Drace and Lucian both held my hands tight.

  “Just wait, please, ma ‘frela,” Lucian said earnestly. “I can feel it.”

  “Me too—I think it’s working!” Drace sounded excited. “Gods, finally we’ll be free of each other!”

  “Finally,” Lucian echoed, his eyes gleaming.

  I stopped trying to get free of them but the feeling growing inside me was making me really uncomfortable. The buzzing, tingling feeling was spreading warmth to every part of my body but especially to the more, ahem, sensitive parts, if you know what I mean.

  To my discomfort, I felt the tingling growing especially intense in my nipples and the area between my legs. It felt almost as though someone was holding a vibrator—a really good one—to those places, teasing my tender nipples and torturing my suddenly swollen clit. I squeezed my thighs together as tightly as I could but it didn’t do any good, the sensation continued to grow and with it came an unwilling pleasure I couldn’t help feeling.

  What’s happening to me? I thought wildly. This is going too far! Is this turning into some kind of a wet dream?

  The growing pleasure seemed to indicate that it was. I was beginning to feel closer and closer to coming but I fought the feeling grimly. It would be horribly embarrassing to lose control completely and have an orgasm in front of two complete strangers, even in a dream!

  “Please!” I gasped. “Please, this is too…too much!” Fear made my palms sweaty and slippery.

  With a final jerk, I was able to pull my hands free of their grip, just as a devastating orgasm hit me and I started coming harder than I ever had in my entire life.

  Chapter Six

  Rylee

  “Ahh!” I gasped, sinking to the ground. I couldn’t remember the last time I had come this hard. My whole body was affected—electrocuted by pleasure. I was panting, my nipples were hard and between my thighs I was slippery and wet and ready. My heart was pounding like it was trying to get out of my chest. And all this was all from holding hands with them for less than a minute.

  I was beginning to feel scared—well, as scared as you can be when you’re coming, anyway. What the hell was going on? I had never had such a vivid dream before—and shouldn’t such an incredible orgasm have woken me up?

  “Are you all right, baby?” Drace reached to catch me.

  At the same time Lucian grabbed for me too. “Forgive us, ma ‘frela, are you injured?”

  I wound up cradled between them, both sets of muscular arms supporting me. Luckily, this time they weren’t touching my bare skin—just the gray jacket-like thing Lucian had given me to wear, so there was no repeat of the strange, sexual tingling.

  That didn’t mean I wasn’t really freaked out, though.

  “Let me go!” I struggled to get away from them and they