Menage A Magick

by Lora Leigh

  Arrogance, determination, devotion and fears, they all flowed through her. For a moment in time she was them and they were her. As the power built, then receded, Briana was left with a small measure of their force still warming her, comforting her. She knew they too would feel a part of her always residing within their souls as well.

  And as the power of the priestly unit slowly drew away, she felt something more. A connection, a bonding to the very air around her. An intensity to the growing power inside that she knew she would delve more deeply into when time permitted.

  “You may rise.” The priests and priestess stepped back, watching them in approval before turning to the assembled guests. “In a thousand years our land has not known such a unit. Such a complete bonding of the land’s powers and all it is. Meet the Select. No longer are they separate, no longer apart. Wizard Twins and Covenani Sorceress are once again, as one.”

  The Select. The words vibrated through her mind, her soul. They were, the Veraga Select.

  As the celebration then commenced, the blue-eyed Sentinel Priest turned to her, a questioning expression on his face. “I have heard of the dragon who protects this land, Garron. I do not see him here to celebrate your Joining.”

  “Garron comes and goes at will, Your Grace,” she told him with a slight smile. “He is a most stubborn dragon.”

  “Hm. Should you see this most stubborn dragon again, inform him the Taladen Select sends him their well wishes. He heeds our call no more than he does any others.”

  “I will be certain to give him your kind message,” she said, bowing her head respectfully.

  “Be at peace and in power, Veraga Select.” The gray-eyed priest then said gently, “And know you are always welcome in the Temple of the Gods.”

  And they were gone. As suddenly as they had appeared, they dissolved, leaving Brianna with a sense of well being, and blessing.

  “So Consort, perhaps your Joining was not as terrible as you feared?” Drago’s hand touched her waist as he and Lasan turned her to the banquet tables.

  “Don’t get over-confident, Drago, it isn’t becoming,” she told him, though she couldn’t halt the smile of happiness that crossed her face.

  As they led her across the room, her eyes happened to stray to a twin set on the other side of the room. The Sashtain Twins, tall and nearly as blonde as the Sentinel Priests who had just graced the hall, stared with single-minded intensity at a lone female figure on the other side of the room. Brianna followed their gaze.

  Her sister, Marina, with her long hair flowing down her back was listening in rapt attention to two small children eagerly displaying the gifts the Sentinel Priests had brought for them. There was a small doll, rounded and soft to the touch for the little girl, and a large likeness of the great Snow Owls with soft feathers covering their bodies and extended wings for the little boy.

  Brianna frowned. Her gaze went back to the Sashtain Twins, re-followed their direction of attention and then returned.

  “Lasan…” she began worriedly.

  “Brianna.” They stopped. Lasan looked down at her, his gaze warm, comforting. “Do you trust us now?”

  She blinked up at him, and knew she did. Totally.

  “Yes,” she whispered.

  “Then do not worry about your sisters or your people. The Sentinel Wizards are looking after us all. Just as they did our Joining. We must trust in them now, and what they have planned.”

  Brianna bit her lip, debating, wondering if she should reveal Marina’s secret or keep it as her sister had pledged her to do so long ago. She glanced over at Marina, then back to the large Twins concentrating on her so heavily. Slowly she nodded. She would trust in them now, but she feared that the day would come, and soon, when that secret must be revealed.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Veraga Palace

  Couldaran Territory

  Two months later

  Pottery shattered to the sound of the bedroom door slamming. A furious female voice was raised in anger, echoing about the upper halls as Brianna, Consort to the Veraga Twins, vented her rapidly rising fury at the departing back of Drago Veraga.

  “You dirty dragon dropping!” she screamed through the portal. “I’ll be damned if I’ll allow you to do this.” Her furious outburst was accompanied by the sound of yet another shattered belonging.

  Lasan rushed up the steps, knowing his Consort’s fury was reaching a dangerous level. Much higher, and they would once again be sleeping in their separate, lonely rooms for only the Sentinel Wizards knew how long.

  And he had no doubt the fault lay at Drago’s feet. Lasan was becoming well accustomed to the fact that his twin was destined to keep their Consort infuriated with them. Which was all well and good, as long it didn’t get them thrown out of the bed they shared with her.

  “Can you not stay out of trouble?” he bit out as he met his brother just outside the room. “By the gods, Drago, I do not relish sleeping without our woman for another week, as you so obviously do.”

  “That woman is deranged,” Drago growled, pushing his hands through his hair in extreme irritation. “She has lost what little senses she ever possessed. It was but a gods be damned request, not an order.”

  Anger throbbed in Drago’s body, as it did in Lasan’s. But where Drago’s anger was centered on their Consort, Lasan’s was centered on him.

  “Just as tame as a little kitten, is she not, brother?” he sneered. “I will not join you in your punishment this time,” he bit out as another enraged scream erupted from behind the door. “Does she not allow you in her bed, I will refuse to even consider requesting it of her.

  He had done so the last time. He had spent a lonely week in his own bed cursing his stubborn twin and his own ignorance.

  Adjusting to their Consort’s volatile nature was not always easy. The conflicting energies, her own and theirs, made her quick to temper, but also quick to the sexual frenzy their bodies now demanded. It was also extremely agonizing when she punished them for Drago’s dominance and often ill-timed orders.

  “I merely asked,” Drago bit out. “I made a simple request of the woman. That is all.”

  “And what did you ask?” Lasan narrowed his eyes at his brother’s guilty look.

  Drago shrugged. “The Sashtains are coming to dinner, as you know.”

  “And?” Lasan probed.

  “And, they are bringing Lisette,” Drago answered him, his expression hardening.

  Horrified disbelief filled Lasan at this admittance.

  “Nooo—” Lasan groaned beseechingly. “Tell me, Drago. Tell me you did not ask our Consort, the beloved mate of our hearts and souls to invite that woman to her home? Her table?”

  Lasan was beside himself with worry now. Lisette was none other than the very woman Brianna had found in the bed Drago and Lasan had prepared for Brianna alone. Their first day home, secure in her happiness, her possession of their hearts, she had walked into her bedroom to find the blonde ex-mistress naked and waiting with several of the sexual toys that Drago and Lasan had bought for Brianna.

  Drago had laughed at the sight. Brianna had not been amused. She seemed even less amused now.

  “Kai’el and Caise are friends, nearly brothers,” Drago bit out.

  “Drago, you are—”

  “Dragon droppings!” Brianna screamed as she flung the door open.

  Lasan’s heart dropped, shattered, and he felt Drago’s do the same. She was crying. Large tears ran down her face heedlessly, her lips appeared swollen, her pretty pert nose reddened, her beautiful violet eyes nearly black with her pain.

  “Look what you did,” Lasan yelled at Drago, his fist connecting with his brother’s shoulder at the sight. “She cries now because of your foolishness. I should kick your ass all over this palace.” And well he was prepared to do just that. He would prefer to fight his brother than lose the warmth of his woman’s body next to him at night.

  “Me?” Drago yelled back in astonishment. “It was a gods be damne
d request.”

  “Brianna.” Lasan held his arms out to her in a gesture of tenderness. “Come, beloved, do not cry. You will break my heart.”

  He tucked her against his chest, glaring at his brother.

  “How could he ask this of me?” she sobbed. “She was in my bed, Lasan. Mine. I did not even get to spend one night in my beautiful Joining bed. She ruined it. Ruined it all.”

  Drago and Lasan winced. This was well true. The bed had been hauled from the palace within hours and set afire. Inside, their fire breathing Consort blasted them both and barred the merry ex-mistress from ever stepping foot on the grounds in this lifetime, and the next.

  “Brianna, forgive me,” Drago whispered, seeing that the attention his brother was getting would earn him a place in the bed that Drago may well not get to share. “I was wrong, beloved—”

  “Do not even bother.” She stepped away from Lasan, tossing her red hair back, her eyes blazing, her tears flowing. “I will hear none of your apologies and by the gods do you ever mention that woman’s name to me again, I will see you de-manned most painfully.”

  And she could, too. Lasan and Drago winced.

  “Stupid men,” she growled, then gripped both their hands and pulled them quickly into the room.

  The door slammed behind them. Before either man could blink, Brianna had drawn them to the bed and was on her knees on the mattress, freeing first Lasan, then Drago’s hard cocks from their breeches. Lasan wanted to scream out his pleasure when her mouth wrapped around him. Sweet mercy, but her mouth was the most beautiful caress in all the worlds. Tight and moist and so damned hot. And she did not leave him after a few loving strokes as she often did when Drago was present.

  “Do not fuck this up, Drago,” Lasan groaned in ever increasing ecstasy. “For the love of the gods I will kill you myself if you speak.” He had clearly anticipated Drago’s coming plea to Brianna that she forgive him. There were times when his usually taciturn brother showed no good sense.

  Then Lasan could think no more. He was distantly aware that Drago had moved behind Brianna to pleasure her, to fill her precious body with his straining erection. But Lasan was past caring. Her mouth was paradise. Her soft hands were strokes of fiery pleasure. The climax building in his scrotum would send him rocketing to the arms of the Sorceress Matriarch, where all Wizards longed to go.

  He heard her moaning, knew Drago was pushing her to her own orgasm. Lasan’s body tightened as her suckling strokes drew him closer. His balls tightened, his cock throbbed. He felt her scream of orgasm, then felt ecstasy’s death enfold him as never before. His seed exploded from the tip of his cock, bathing her mouth in his rich semen as she swallowed greedily. Then she arched, screamed, her power exploding around them, mingling with theirs and fulfilling the ultimate promise of the Sentinel Wizard and the gods.

  Chapter Nineteen

  The dinner went off smoothly. The Wizard Twins in attendance were captivated by Brianna’s beauty, as Lasan and Drago had known they would be. Their Consort was gracious, and welcoming to all. Even the much hated Lisette. The blonde human female kept a wary distance from the Veraga Consort though, deeply concerned with the snapping violet flares of power that raged in Brianna’s gaze when her attention was called to the blonde.

  Lasan and Drago were uncomfortable with her presence, even though they were well aware of the need for it. There was a traitor in the hierarchy of the humans who lived and worked with Cauldaran territory, and that link had been traced to Lisette. They needed her for the moment. They were betraying the betrayer.

  As they explained this to Brianna, she stilled, considering the information they gave her. It wasn’t an easy decision, but agreed to allow the woman within the castle once again. And now, none could tell that their regal Queen was harboring visions of bloodthirsty vengeance, except Drago and Lasan.

  The dark power behind the Seculars was gaining in strength, and the Sentinel Priests feared the magick of the land would not re-balance in time to vanquish the evil force intent on destroying the Wizard Twins. That a being of power and rage was behind this, there was no doubt. Finding the identity of that being, or twin beings, was becoming the problem.

  Secular attacks were gaining in viciousness and number as the months went by. There were now six magick Units comprised of Wizard Twins and Covenani Sorceresses, but their combined powers had yet to build to a level to ensure protection. There were still two precious Units not yet matched. Which made this meeting more than important for a variety of reasons.

  Hours after the dinner and subsequent socializing, the Sashtain Twins retired to their room with the crafty blonde traitor. Her cries could be heard throughout the castle as they vigorously fucked her to exhaustion before wrapping her in tendrils of magick to ensure she would not awaken nor leave their room without their knowledge. Only then did the true meeting commence.

  Deep beneath the castle, situated in a room protected from all outside forces, Drago and Lasan met with the Units who had gathered. Brianna sat silently, her expression composed, but her eyes brilliant with worry as she listened to the proceedings.

  “Princesses Serena and Marina, the chosen Consorts to the Sashtain and Veressi Twins, are nearing their peak of power now.” The Unit of Grace that had resided over the Veraga Joining ceremony now stood before them in concern. “These two will be unmatched in power when their forces are aligned with the Twins the Sentinel Unit created them for. But the Seculars are aware of this as well.”

  Several attempts had been made on both Princesses already.

  “Our forces guard the Princesses as best they can,” Kai’el Sashtain spoke up, his dark voice worried despite his assurance. Kai’el was as tall as Drago and Lasan, but there the resemblance ended, despite the fact that they were blood cousins.

  The Sashtain Twins were as blonde as the Priests were, with thick long hair falling to their broad shoulders. Their faces were sun bronzed, harsh, and lined with the battles they had fought over the recent years with the Seculars.

  “We would guard them ourselves if they didn’t run at every opportunity we were presented,” Caise Sashtain spoke up in irritation, his light blue eyes filled with frustration.

  All eyes turned to Brianna. She looked to her Consorts, and Lasan saw the sadness then in her eyes, a flicker of secrets.

  “Brianna?” Lasan questioned her quietly.

  She stood slowly to her feet, her hands clasped before her as all eyes turned to her then. Lasan and Drago’s chests swelled with pride. She was temperamental, and gave their arrogance little or no respect. And though she would rage at them when she felt her feelings were being trampled, she stood by them, no matter the cause, when the need arose.

  In the two months she had been Queen of all Cauldaran, she had ruled beside them with such grace that they often strutted with their pride.

  “I fear if you are seeing Serena and Marina as Consorts, that the battles may be harder than you envision.” Lasan watched as she drew in a deep, fortifying breath.

  “Highness, I know I speak for the Varessi as well when I say the knowledge that they are our own is a part of us,” Caise said quietly. “We can do nothing else but seek them out.”

  Brianna swallowed tightly, glancing to Drago and Lasan once again.

  “If there are things we need to know, this is the time to tell us,” he said gently. “It will go no further, and know that they care for your sisters as we care for you.”

  Gaining her trust was not always easy in regards to the sisters that she protected, despite the fact that she was the youngest child.

  She looked to Caise and Kai’el in sympathy. “Marina’s power may never peak. And if it does, you may not have the chance to complete the bonding with her, no matter your desire, or hers.”

  Drago watched the Sashtain Twins carefully.

  “If this is about Lisette.” Caise swallowed carefully. “This liaison will soon be over. We needed to know…”

  “It is not about that viperous wench,”
she bit out with a snarl of bitterness towards the other woman.

  She took a hard breath, then cast a silent, pleading look to the Priestess who watched her in sympathy.

  “Then we must know what could stand between us and the bonding with our Consort,” Kai’el said harshly. “This is not a matter we can debate, Highness.”

  “Kai’el.” The Priestess raised her hand for silence. It descended immediately.

  Drago and Lasan moved to each side of Brianna, a warm support should she need them.

  “Several years ago, Marina was attacked.” Silence, fury, now lay thick and heavy within the room. “Our Queen mother is unaware of this attack, because Serena and I swore to never tell during the first moments we found her. We have kept our vow, only because the subject so distresses her.”

  “I would know by who.” Kai’el’s hand lay on the hilt of his sword, a clear indication of his intentions.

  “She did not know, and neither did we.” She stared into his eyes, gathering her courage. “We know only that there were two, and that they were large. Marina remembers nothing else.”

  Her words sounded as a death knoll within the silence of the chamber.

  “Serena cared for her during that night and the next days,” Brianna continued. “She would not allow me to do so. I covered for them with Mother, though now I deeply regret that action. Neither have been the same since. Marina hides from all men, and Serena has vowed her Consort will be only a male she can defeat in strength as well as intelligence.”

  Two women, needed, desired, and essential to re-balance the powers of Sentmar. One damaged emotionally, the other scarred to the very depths of her female soul.

  “Serena will choose differently.” The Veressi Twins stood to their feet, tall and aristocratic, their handsome faces reflecting their assurity. “We leave this night, Sire.” His gaze went to Drago and Lasan. “With such information, we cannot leave the protection of the Princess Serena to others. We must begin our campaign before the peak of power begins.”