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by Leila Brown
Category: Erotica/Erotic Science Fiction/Science Fiction
Description: Soundwave had always assumed that she was an only child, but she was wrong. Her two sisters have found out about her existence and they are searching the galaxy to find her. For Mischief, growing up with the power to move objects with her mind has been both a blessing and a curse. Although she's always been able to take care of herself, she's never been able to let her guard down. But when the twin beasts from Yarthax break through her defenses she'll learn that handing over control could be her most thrilling adventure yet. Rothe and Ritor have known since birth that they would share the same wifemate. They just didn't count on her being a smart-assed spitfire, strong enough that it would take both of them to get her to submit.
eBook Publisher: Changeling Press LLC, 2009 2009
eBookwise Release Date: May 2009
55 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [79 KB]
Reading time: 47-66 min.
"I thought this was supposed to be easy?" Ritor, the slightly larger twin, whispered as he stepped into the lake.
Mischief crouched down under the bush, praying she wouldn't rustle any of the branches. She'd been following the twins for three days now. Three days of no sleep. It was just easier not to. They tormented her in her sleep with their special brand of sex-packed mental telepathy.
"It should be. We've gotten close to her, haven't we?"
"That was yesterday."
"Exactly. Two more days and we can pinpoint her location." Rothe concentrated on the murky water. He kept looking down as if he expected something to swim up his leg and bite his cock.
Yeah, they'd gotten close to her. Damn close. It was those fucking dreams. They tracked her through them. Too bad she hadn't figured that out earlier. That didn't matter. She'd been watching them. They stayed in human form almost as much as they stayed in their beastly form. The last thing they would expect was for her to go on the offensive. Using a small burst of power she levitated their clothing just off the ground to a spot right under her bush.
Being as quiet as possible, she crawled on her belly away from the naked duo. It was a minor miracle that she hadn't lingered to watch their naked forms. Honestly, it wasn't like she was missing anything. They would no doubt bare it all the next time she went to sleep.
Once she was out of eyesight, Mischief stood and ran toward the cave she currently used to hide during daylight. She'd quickly figured out why this planet wasn't inhabited. There were tons of animals that hunted by daylight. Every night she moved to a new location. She'd spend the day in this cave, then as soon as the sun set she'd get as far away as possible, before the barbarians caught up with her again. She hadn't left much of a trail for them to follow over the rocks. She should be safe. For now.
She hoped Mirage was okay. She should be coming back soon. She had to be. It was depressing to think that her only way off this planet was to go willingly with the men who were chasing her.
Sleep. There was no way she could stay awake any longer. She had to risk sleep. As soon as her head hit her soft makeshift leafy bed, she was asleep.
* * * *
"I told you it'd work." Rothe smirked as he entered the small cavern ahead of his brother.
"Don't get cocky, I don't see her yet." Ritor didn't want to count her out. Hell, she'd evaded them better than anything they'd ever hunted. Staying out of her head and letting her think that they didn't know what she was up to was a last-ditch effort before they went back to the ship for more supplies.
"She's over there." Rothe pointed to a corner of the cave where the black rock ceiling sloped down at a sharp angle.
Ritor turned to see where he meant, and zeroed right in on her sleeping form. She looked so peaceful. Who would believe she could be so much trouble? "So do we wake her now or do we transport her, then wake her?" Ritor asked, unable to tear his gaze away from the even rise and fall of her chest.
"As much as I would like to sink my cock into her, I don't want to give her the chance to escape again, do you?"
"Hell, no. Well, then, let's get the hell out of here before more bloodthirsty insects attack my cock." Since they'd gotten out of the pond, Ritor's cock had lain dormant against the inside of his thigh, but at the sight of their chosen wifemate it was standing at attention. Making a tasty target for the waiting hungry little pests.
"Grab her," Rothe almost growled.
"And when she wakes?"
"There are two of us and one of her. Besides, she's such a small thing." Rothe turned his back on her and dismissed Ritor's questions.
Ritor thought his brother was wrong, but now wasn't the time to argue. And since it didn't look like their minx of a mate had kept their clothing and transporters, it was going to be a long hike back to the ship. Fuck.
When he slipped his hand over her smooth skin, he realized two things. One, she was much softer than he remembered. And two, she was not asleep. She jumped up and out of his reach. In one wild move she barreled past him and his surprised twin.
Ritor and Rothe exploded out of the cave's opening and ran after her. They could still see her in front of them. She zigzagged left and right, but with two of them following her she didn't stand a chance.
Ritor signaled his brother; they were getting too deep into the forest. They needed to bring this chase to an end before they ran into something they wouldn't be able to fight off. He went right while Rothe went left. Ritor jumped, and before his feet hit the ground he transformed into his beast and continued running. His lithe body moved with the perfect grace of the big cat he resembled. His paws ate up the distance between them quickly. In this form he could outpace Mischief easily. He raced ahead of her, turned, and stood directly in her path, concentrating hard on making his tail stay unmoving behind him.
He could see the moment she noticed him. Her mad dash slowed, then abruptly stopped. She turned around just as Rothe stepped in to cut off her retreat. She smelled of fear--no, she smelled more of frustration. Something his cock could sympathize with.
It's over. Stop running. Ritor heard Rothe's voice as if his twin had spoken aloud.
"Never." She looked from side to side as if trying to find an escape route, but there was none. She jumped into the air, and instead of falling down she flew up. He hadn't been expecting that. By the time he raced to the spot where she'd been standing, she was well above their reach. That was okay. As long as they kept her in their sights, they would get her. She had to come down sometime.
She kept it up for close to ten miles. Ritor had begun to get winded when he realized what she was doing. Don't go to that mountain range, it's not safe.
He heard her laugh in her mind. She didn't trust them--and that mistrust was about to lead her into a life and death situation. The creatures that inhabited the mountains were the reason that this planet had no colonies. The second she stepped into one of those caves and disturbed the sleeping beasts inside, her life could be over. And so could theirs.
If you do this, you will be punished! Rothe bellowed at her.
Ritor could hear the clear tinkle of her laughter. "You have to catch me first," she yelled down to them.