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  Whitney paused and he nodded.

  “There is no need to worry, Whitney.” He patted her hand. “I promise we’ll take good care of her and this notion she’s not good enough for us, well we’ll just have to spank that little thought out of her head.” He grinned and she busted out laughing.

  “She’ll need a strong hand and man. Marci will accept nothing less, which is one of the reasons she went with the old challenge to see if you were strong enough to lead her.” Whitney jumped and squealed when Frank swatted her ass.

  “What, like we do to you?” Frank slipped his hands down the front of Whitney’s dress exposing her breasts to the crowd around them. “If I recall isn’t there a nice playroom below Garth?” He squeezed Whitney’s breast and she swatted at his hand, but Cruse grabbed them holding them still.

  “Actually there are quite a few of them. I already reserved one for you and your mates as I did for myself when the hunt first started. Now I must go, we’ll see you at midnight?”

  Frank laughed. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world, we’ll be there.”

  Whitney glared at him, then up at Frank. “Okay what do you two have planned, because I have a feeling I’m not going to like it?”

  Garth stepped back and watched as Frank swept Whitney up in his arms, heading towards the lower level. “You’ll have to wait, and you are getting a little mouthy lately, aren’t you? I think it’s time we visit the spanking bench again, don’t you?”

  Turck laughed and slapped him on the back. “Shall we retrieve our runaway mate?” His brothers and he moved through the crowd and into the tunnels. Many times Garth ran into couples banging each other in the tunnels. Lust, passion and sex filled the air and he couldn’t wait to claim his mate.

  He moved through another small crowd that had two women handcuffed to the wall while they were being fucked. Garth headed to the tunnel that lead out into the jungle. He knew where she was, but first he wanted to read what she had given him. He stepped out into the fresh air, and jumped up to the largest boulder where his brothers joined him. “We read what she has given to us first. I have a feeling it will tell us how to deal with our mate.”

  Your scent still lingers inside me, where the animal paces back and forth wanting to be claimed. Are you brave enough to control my beast; she waits to mark all of you as hers? She hunts for blood, revenge, and for love, but will you accept who I am, or will you turn away from the hot passionate nights I know we will create when we finally come together?

  There was strength in your hands as they caressed my breasts, your gaze never left mine as you lowered your head and sucked my nipple into your hot mouth. I can still feel your teeth grazing and nipping at my breast.

  Turck comes up behind us and trails his hands down my stomach to my drenched pussy. I can still hear his words of passion in my ear, “All of five us are going to lick, nibble, and devour you. You will be ours, there will be no part of your body that won’t be marked by us.” All the while you listen and mark my breast, while Turck pushes two of his long thick fingers into my pussy - at least it is mine until you are brave enough to claim it as yours.

  Your gaze burns now, little flecks of red dance in your eyes as you release the breast you claimed. You step back and watch as your brother slowly fucks your pussy with his fingers. I’m shocked to see you drop to your knees before me, knowing you are my king, but it phases you little as you spread my legs wider and run your tongue over the dampness that has pooled on my thighs as you did that last night in the courtyard.

  Garth handed the first page to Turck and growled. Seeing the second page, his cock now rock hard.

  The hunt is not over; it’s just begun. You have two hours before midnight. Do I find someone else to satisfy my needs, Garth? I’m not perfect. I’ve been with other men. Looking back, would I have refrained in such a lifestyle? No. I have learned one thing about myself all these years waiting for you and your brothers. That one man would never be enough to satisfy the beast and me.

  My pussy weeps with the thought of all of you controlling me, loving me, and enslaving me with your passion. It won’t be easy, and I know I’m different, asking for complete domination, but I have no choice, I crave it, and need it as I need air to breath. To belong and to be needed, find me pleasure, and capture me. Don’t make me search for other men when I drool just thinking about taking your cock in my mouth and sucking. FIND ME! I need your lips on me again!

  Chapter Four

  Marci screamed. Her orgasm was powerful, but yet not enough. She needed her mates desperately. Her mate’s lustful snarls filled the air, driving her mating frenzy higher. They had read the papers she had entrusted to Whitney. The scent of her orgasm would linger in the tree when she grabbed onto the branch with her slick fingers from her own pussy juices. She wiped her juice on the next branch as she jumped down off the tree making sure her men could smell her scent and know Marci had pleased herself.

  The beast inside her wouldn’t wait long to find any male to subdue the sexual lust that drove it, if they didn’t capture her soon. She dove into the pond and swam towards the waterfalls, the cool water only helping a small fraction to cool off the mating heat. Marci only had five minutes before they would be there, hunting her. Inside, her creature pushed her towards the cliff, above the falls, preparing to hide. All the while, the human part of her wanted only to spread her legs, and wait for her men.

  Birds stopped chirping, the forest froze around her, and Marci knew she had run out of time. Internally her muscles twitched, her stomach pitched, and a shiver went up her spine. She jumped and turned, as five large splashes of water surrounded her. Her heart rate increased, her nipples hardened, and Marci’s creature inside purred.

  Large hands grabbed her breasts from behind, under the water, and pulled her back against a rock-hard chest. “Going somewhere, Sweetheart?” Garth snarled, and scrapped his teeth along the side of her neck. “Because I think this place is excellent for starters to claim what is ours.” Turck slowly moved up her body, his fingers sought her pussy and slid inside her.

  “So ready to be claimed, aren’t you baby?” Turck twisted his fingers inside her and she moaned.

  Marci grabbed onto Garth’s arms, trying to ride harder on Turck’s fingers. She banged her head against Garth’s chest and growled. “Harder Turck, I need more!” Marci’s hands shifted to claws, she arched her back and spread her legs further apart as her wings stretched out behind her, pushing Garth away from her.

  “Oh no, you don’t.” Garth snarled and twirled her around to face him, and turned her away from Turck’s fingers that had been fucking her pussy.

  “No, I need my pussy…” She didn’t get anything else out. Garth pulled her body to his and held her gaze as he drove his large, wide cock inside her. Marci held onto his shoulders, gripping him tight as he pumped in and out of her fast, then stopped.

  “We know what you need and we’ll take care of you.” Garth grabbed her hair and pulled her head back. “Shift back Marci, let us love you like you need.” He demanded and scrapped his teeth on her breast.

  Turck moved in behind her and squeezed her ass cheeks when her wings disappeared. “Oh, don’t think of disappearing on us again. Garth has already taken care of that.” Turck kneeled down and kissed her ass. “Once your mate enters you, we know you can’t disappear on him. He has claimed you Marci, you are his and soon you will be ours. Do you feel his cock swelling inside you, pushing you and stretching you? You are his queen, our queen Marci and only ours.”

  He separated her butt cheeks and ran his tongue over the puckered hole sending a shiver down her spine.

  Marci was burning, Garth continued to swell and stretch her, but didn’t move, he just held her and nibbled on her lips and neck, any part of her skin he wished. Turck gently eased a finger in and out of her ass, wetting his finger with his tongue. She couldn’t think, and the creature inside her snapped and growled at Turck, wanting him inside her.

  “Hmm, seems the animal wants
to play.” Garth snarled and bit down on her neck as he teased her slowly circling his hips, not giving her what she needed.

  “Garth!” Marci growled and tried to dislodge his teeth from her shoulder, but he held her still, driving her crazy with his body.

  “What pet? Need something? You know what you have to do.” Garth challenged her and Marci smiled, relaxing when a flash of something silver caught her eye.

  Pulling herself closer to him Marci nibbled his ear. “Up in the tree to the left we have company and they’re waiting for me to change.” She scratched her nail across his nipple and growled. “I’m going to kill every freaking one of them. I’m so freaking horny.”

  Garth and Turck pushed her down into the water as they flew towards the tree and her enemies.

  Damn freaking men always trying to take away my fun! Marci broke the water to see all five of her men fighting and that they had the problem totally under control. She glared at the men that Garth and his brothers pushed towards others of their kind that came out of the woods. She didn’t recognize any of them, and that only pissed her off more.

  She reached for one of them and lifted him up in the air, shaking him. “Why? What the hell is wrong with you people that you want me dead?” Marci screamed, but the man didn’t say anything.

  Garth moved up to her and wrapped his arms around her. “Put him down, Marci. He won’t answer to you, but he will to us, later. We’ll find out, I promise.” He kissed her neck, stroking her nipples with his thumbs.

  Marci threw the man down onto the ground and turned in Garth’s arms, laying her head down onto his chest. Her hands circled his body and she squeezed tight. “Don’t let me down, Garth.”

  “Dad, take Marci to the security rooms. We’ll meet you there when we find out what we need to know,” Garth snapped, lifting her face up to his, both of his hands on her cheeks. “Go with our fathers and be safe.” He nipped her lip and pushed her to a smaller man as another man broke away from the guards trying to attack Garth. He ducked the punch and grabbed the fool around the neck, lifting him up off the ground. “Stop it now.” He shook the man like a rag doll.

  The small man next to her handed her the dress she had worn earlier. “You know I don’t need guards. I’m the one who told you they were there.” She growled and glared at Garth who landed with a thump next to her with the man still in his grasp.

  “You’ll do as you’re told, Marci. This is serious and I won’t have you risking your life again.” Garth threw the man to the ground in front of three other men, who moved up to take the prisoners. “Take them to the holding cells below.” Garth grabbed Marci around the waist and stared down at her.

  “If I hear that you gave my fathers trouble, I will tie you to my St. Andrews cross and display you in front of the whole crowd tonight while each of us takes your ass.” His lips covered hers in a kiss to end all kisses. His body molded against hers, her hair wrapped around his hand holding her in place, and his hard cock rubbed against her stomach, while his tongue manipulated hers to the point that she lost the ability to think. Garth pulled back and grinned down at her.

  Marci could do nothing standing there like a fool and traced her lips with her finger, while he took her dress and slipped it over her head and whispered into her ear. “Wait till later baby, and we’ll show you a few things you haven’t even thought of.”

  One of the men they had captured broke free and ran straight for her, but the beast was faster and a master at any battle. She swiped her clawed hand across the man’s stomach and flung her-self away from him. “You have one hour, Garth, I need you all.” The magic was gone from that one kiss and death once more sur-rounded her, making her feel sick to her stomach.

  Snaid tugged on part of her hair and she tilted her head back to stare into his eyes. “Did you say something baby, because I could have sworn I heard an order and I know our little pet better not be issuing orders?” He teased and bit her lip, swatting her ass, and pushing her towards their fathers.

  “Marci, meet our fathers, Jonas and Marc. They will escort you back to the party and to the security room,” Turck said as he kissed her cheek and moved towards the other prisoners. Garth took control of the man that just had attacked her and snapped his neck. Garth’s gaze never left hers as he handed the body to a man she had never seen.

  “Go. We’ll take care of things here and meet you in a few.” Marci didn’t get a chance to say anything as Jonas wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her towards the ruins.

  “You know this is the second time I’ve actually seen Garth lose control like this, and I don’t like it, young lady.” Marc stared down at her. “Twice now he has killed for you without thinking.”

  “Now Marc, that is not this lady’s fault. I mean, she can’t help it if her family has had a death curse on it for the last two centuries.” Jonas glared at Marc as the two of them kept bantering back and forth.

  “Excuse me? What the hell are you talking about? A Death Curse?” Marci stopped and crossed her arms over her chest, glaring at both men.

  Jonas snarled. “Now, see what you have done!” He sighed and ran his hand through his short blond hair.

  “Two centuries ago your grandfather, Carlton the third, raided a gypsy camp and killed the leader of their encampment. Well, it seems this wasn’t any ordinary gentlemen, but the king’s son. When the queen heard of her son’s death, a curse was placed on your family.”

  Marci jumped as Cruse and Dana pushed through the bush and stepped in front of her in beast form. Cruse shifted and grabbed Jonas by the collar, lifting him up. “What is wrong with you? The both of you alarming Marci, telling her things she has no control over.” Cruse shook the man who glared down at him.

  “Cruse, release him. I asked.” Marci placed her hand on his arm. “I need to know what I’m facing, Cruse. How can I beat it, if I don’t know?”

  “The only way you can beat it is to speak to the descendents of this family and have them remove the curse. As far as I know, they’re all dead, killed by your family.” Marc snarled and shifted, ready to attack Dana and Cruse.

  “You know something; I’ve had enough of this! Allie let’s go.” Marci let the dress drop and took off into the sky. She could hear the curses of the men below, but she didn’t care. The party was ruined. She would be stupid to stay around with her mate’s fathers who didn’t like her anyway.

  “Well, where are we going?” Allie appeared next to her in the form of a harpy eagle.

  She glanced over at Allie. “Do you have any contacts that were around 2,000 years ago?” Marci grumbled and landed at their hotel balcony.

  Allie shifted and strolled into the room, plopping down on the bed. “I might, but wouldn’t it be better to just ask your mates? Marci, you can’t keep running away from them.”

  Marci turned and stared at Allie. “Well, what do you think I should do? Stand there and let his fathers insult me and accuse me of changing Garth somehow? Hell Allie, the beast inside of me is getting harder and harder to control. I didn’t want to say anything, but the only thing that calms her lately is Garth and his brothers.” Marci’s wings disappeared, and she stretched, going to the closet to pull out her robe.

  “I like that dress and now it’s ruined. I wish I could do what you do and just shift, not worrying about my clothes.” She turned and glanced at Allie. “I’m not running, Allie. I just didn’t need to hear Garth’s fathers going at it, plus there was something off with them. You know they don’t even look like any of them. Hell, they’re small while all five of their boys are huge.”

  Allie sat up and she slid next to her on the bed. “You know there is someone you could ask and you don’t even have to leave here.”

  She stared at Allie for a minute, then jumped off the bed, shaking her head. “They wouldn’t answer when mom was killed. Why would they answer now?” Marci snapped and pulled the robe tighter around her, moving to the porch.

  “Maybe you were too small to contact them Marci. You were
only what? Eight? when she was murdered. Try Marci. You owe it to your mates who are now on their way here.” Allie grinned. “And from what Whitney said, they are pissed. Garth almost attacked his father twice he was so furious.”

  Could she contact her mother’s parents, the ones who turned their backs on her family so long ago? Marci had no choice. She nodded to Allie and opened the line her mother had taught her years ago.

  Grandmother Bella, Grandfather Walter, I need your assistance, if it’s not too much to ask.” She backed up into the room as Garth, Turck, Snaid, Maddock and Rafe landed on the balcony, one at a time, shifting as they moved into the room with her.

  Of course, Allie clothed them instantly. “You know I’m going to have to teach you how to clothe your men, jeez! You know some of us don’t have a man.” Allie teased and glanced at her. “Anything yet?”

  She shook her head. “I told you they wouldn’t answer. They didn’t answer when I was a child. Why would they now.”

  * * *

  Garth glanced at Allie, then at Marci. “Who are you talking about?” He didn’t know how much more he could take.

  Marci held up her hand to quiet the room. “What do you mean, who the hell is this? I’m your only granddaughter!”

  She growled and looked at Allie. “I can’t believe the old fart had enough nerve to ask me who the hell I was! Can’t they tell who I am since I have the connection to them?” She glanced at Garth, her gazed filled with fire, and he smiled.

  Marci was gorgeous when she was angry. “Come here Marci.” He dropped his voice down, and waited. She glanced back at Allie, and then slowly made her way into his arms.

  “Was that so hard? Why are you trying to contact your grand-parents now?” He tipped her chin up and stared into her dark green eyes.