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  “They would know about the curse and how to find the family who started it.” Marci held his gaze. “If there is any truth to this curse, then we must find out. I couldn’t live with myself if any of you were hurt because of this.” She dared him her with gaze to say anything.

  Garth grumbled, picked her up, and sat down on the couch in the room. Turck, Snaid, Rafe and Maddock stood around them.

  “Listen Marci, that curse was created by a bunch of old men who had it out for your family when the shift of power came about. From what we have gathered your father’s brother wanted to be the next in line and claimed it was his right since he was the eldest, but your grandfather knew that something was wrong with Randle and gave the leadership over to your father causing a spilt with our people.” He turned and nodded to Turck who continued the story. “Did Frank tell you how we met him?” Turck asked, and Marci shook her head.

  “Just said something about helping our people.”

  Snaid snorted and Turck laughed. “It’s more than that. He is modest, I’ll say that. He saved our people, Marci. We were at war with ourselves after your family was destroyed. No one knew where to turn, brother against brother, father against grandparents. It was a mess. The only real way to hurt a male of our kind is to kill our females, we could care less about ourselves, but our mates are our world. No one noticed until it was almost too late that three fourths of our woman had been murdered.

  Frank and his companions were in London when they heard our sister screaming. They rescued her and saved her. When she explained what was happening, Frank took it upon himself to set things right, He organized the first meeting between the sides and that is when. with Frank’s, help they called our family in. You know what our family is?” Turck asked.

  Marci nodded and squirmed on Garth’s lap. “Your family has been and always will be the executioners for our people. You seek and destroy those who have turned against their own kind, or have killed for no reason. You are marked with the emblem of truth and death, given to only those that are pure of heart.”

  He laughed. “That is the nice way of putting it, but yes. Frank and the other council members agreed the five of us would be best to rule our people since no others were neutral.”

  Garth glanced at Marci then at Turck who shrugged. “What is it, Marci?” He snapped his fingers in front of her and he frowned glancing at Allie. “Do you know what’s going on? She won’t answer or move.”

  Allie stood and moved towards them and glared around her. “Son of a bitch! No wonder they never answered Marci when she was smaller. Garth, it’s her grandparents. They’re trying to pin down her location while holding her to them.” Magic swirled around the room as Allie kneeled down in front of them, taking Marci’s hand. It was as if she was in a trance. “I can’t break the connection and neither can Whitney.” Allie stood and started to paced back and forth.

  She stopped and glanced up at the ceiling, frowning. “Frank thinks if you finish the claim on her, Garth, you can break their hold, but it must be done now.” Allie turned to him. “She’s going to be pissed, but right now I believe Marci hears everything we are saying and doing. She is protecting all of us, not wanting to risk us.” Allie glared at Marci. “Damn her always dong this crap, you hear me Marci? I’m so going to kick your ass when you come out of this!” Allie screamed and stormed onto the porch.

  “You better take her into the bedroom for more privacy.” Garth shook he was so furious. He would have to claim his mate without her even participating. He glanced at his brothers, who nodded. He had been the one who had started the claim and it was up to him to finish it. He slowly rose holding Marci in his arms and moved to the bedroom. He placed her down on the bed, stripped out of his clothes and opened her robe.

  “Marci, I’m so sorry. This feels so wrong. You should be here with me. I’ll kill them, Marci, I promise.” He whispered and climbed up onto the bed. “I love you, Marci, no matter what hap-pens.” Garth spread her legs gently and lowered his head to her pussy. He would make sure she was at least ready for him.

  He slid his tongue along the outside of her pussy lips and he could have sworn her body twitched. “Maybe.” Garth smiled and called in his brothers. “I think we can pull her out if we call to the beast, she is so primed for us there is no way they can hold her.” He grinned to his brothers who all nodded.

  Chapter Five

  Marci could see, hear and feel everything around her, but she fought for control of her mind with her so-called grandfather. He wouldn’t find out where they were and she would be damned if he witnessed what her mates were about to do.

  “How could you have your own daughter raped and murdered? I won’t let you destroy my life like you did hers, I’ll find you, and when I do, I’ll tear you apart. That, I promise.” Marci scanned her grandfather’s memories, making note of all his past indiscretions. He thought himself so powerful. He believed she couldn’t access his memories. His ignorance would be his downfall. Marci had already found their location which wasn’t far from they were now.

  “I stopped having a daughter the day she married into that family. Their union was bound for destruction. All children from their union need to be destroyed and you will be exterminated next,” her grandfather threatened, finding that she had broken the barrier into his own mind.

  There was so much hatred and ugliness inside his head that Marci had to turn away from some of it. He and his followers had tortured and murdered so many of their kind, so that no one would know the depths they had gone to carry out their plan to take over. Including using the executioners as their pawns.

  “Come back to us, Marci.” Garth whispered in her ear, his large cock sliding into her pussy, and for an instant the hold her grandfather had vanished, but reappeared once more.

  “I felt you for an instant, love, you’ll be back.” Garth rolled over with him under her when she heard and felt Turck behind her. The smell of menthol drifted to her before the cold gel spewed into her ass. Marci held the block in her mind, keeping her grandfather away, all the while she waited for the moment she would be free of his hold and power. The beast inside of her paced back and forth ready to be claimed and ready to rip her grandfather apart for what he and his followers had done to their own people.

  “Remember this power, girl, because soon it will crush you as I crushed your father and mother.” Her grandfather taunted her, but Marci smiled inside knowing he was getting nervous.

  “I believe you have underestimated the power of Garth’s family.” She taunted, the beast panting inside her, waiting to be re-leased, ready to be claimed.

  Her grandfather laughed, the sound so irritating to her that a small tremble moved through her, distracting her from her mates and their goal to release her from her grandfather’s control.

  His laughter affected Garth who shook his head, reached up, and framed her face in between his hands and held her gaze. “He has no hold on you, Marci. Come back to us.” He leaned up and kissed her lips ever so gently, like that of a feather upon her skin.

  She moaned, forgetting once more her grandfather who then struck hard inside her.

  Marci jerked out of Garth’s hands and screamed. “No!” The blinding pain, like that of a migraine, but three times worse, surged through her mind.

  She barely heard Garth’s whispered order, “Now.” His large warm hands caressed and separated her butt cheeks for Turck.

  Turck reached for her hips and pressed his cock into her so fast that all connection to her grandfather disappeared, the hold he had over her gone. Extreme pleasure and pain coursed through her body, the beast roared its pleasure, but didn’t fully shift knowing it would throw Turck off of her, stopping the intense pleasure.

  Marci’s body tingled from head to toe, and the only thing that was now in her mind was Garth and Turck. Both men warped their own powerful magic around her, protecting and claiming her as theirs. “Ours!” They declared inside her head.

  Snaid moved to the side of the bed an
d guided his cock to her mouth. She smiled and took it deep into her throat. “Our lady is back,” he groaned and guided her, holding onto her hair.

  Garth reached up and encircled her breasts with his hands. He rubbed, kneaded and kissed them as if they were something precious, to be worshiped. “Never again will we let you place yourself in danger, Marci. You mean too much to all of us. The one thing that could crush us would be losing you. In the last few centuries nothing has ever rattled us or made us so vulnerable. We’ll destroy anything or anyone who dares threaten you even if it means all out war,” Garth declared.

  He sank his teeth into her breast at the same time Turck sank his teeth into her neck, both of them drawing a small amount of blood to seal their claim. Once a male took the female’s blood in the middle of the mating claim, she was his. No one would break their bond, already parts of her soul, twined with Garth’s and Turck’s. Soon she would also be joined with Rafe, Maddock and Snaid in the same circle, the circle of souls, hers in the middle sur-rounded by theirs, ever protecting her.

  Turck’s fingers slid between her and Garth. He stroked and pat-ted her clit making it swell twice its size until he could place it in between his two fingers and pinched.

  Her beast roared, the blood in her body heated and every muscle danced as the orgasm surprised her, taking control of her body. Snaid shot his load down her throat, Garth’s fingers squeezed her breast tighter and he shuddered inside her. All the while, he continued to stroke in and out of her, his pace increasing, intensifying.

  Two more strokes in and out of her ass and Turck was snarling, his claws dug into her hip, which sent another small tremor through her. Garth growled, and could hold on no longer as he released his seed into her pussy, at the same time Turck released his seed into her ass.

  Snaid pulled his cock out of her mouth, and bent down to kiss her lips. “Beautiful, and I can’t wait to sink my cock into your tight ass, but I’m afraid the rest of our claiming will have to wait till later.” He straightened and moved towards the door.

  Turck kissed the back of her neck and rose off the bed, going straight to the bathroom. Garth caressed her cheek drawing her attention. “I’m afraid the battle has come to us, Marci. The completion of our claiming will have wait until tonight, after we are victorious in battle. Can you handle your five alpha men, knowing when we come to you, ready to claim our prize, that which we fought to protect?”

  A warm cloth distracted her for a moment; Turck separated her butt cheeks, and cleaned her. “Answer him Marci. Are you going to be able to handle all of us? It will be worse for Snaid, Rafe and Maddock since they haven’t claimed you yet.”

  Marci slowly rose up over Garth, but not before she nipped his nose and jumped off the bed stretching. She turned slowly around, to face the door and all of her men. Allie was all she had to say, and a pair of tight black leather pants covered her long legs, her small dainty feet covered in black thigh high, five inch, kick ass biker boots, a gray and black leather corset enclosed her large breasts. All of her favorite weapons were now strapped to her body, some hidden in places only she and Allie knew.

  Five pairs of eyes. Her men scanned her from head to toe. Marci ran her hands up and down her body. “Now what were you saying about me handling you? Are you sure you’re ready to handle me?” She challenged and pushed past her men walking into the outer room.

  Allie stood in the middle of the room, in her red leather pants, weapons strapped to her hips, white leather thigh high boots, and a white halter corset covered her ample breast. Her dark black hair pulled back into a tight braid, with a red ribbon woven in the braid, but Marci knew what hid behind the ribbon, the same thing that hid behind her gray ribbon in her hair.

  “Ready?” Marci asked and rolled her eyes, as her men came up and surround the both of them.

  “What do you two think you are going to do?” Garth asked folding his arms over his muscular chest, the muscles in his arms twitched.

  She licked her lips and glanced up at his heated gaze. “Now what do you think the two of us are going to do? Why we’re going to have a little fun of course. After all, I owe my grandfather a piece of my mind.” Marci grinned stepping up to him and running her long nail down his bicep. “See ya at the ruins sweetie! Allie.” Her laughter filled the room, before Allie’s magic transported her to the underground battle arena next to Frank, Theodore and Dana. She turned and nodded to Allie. “Might as well bring the rest of them.”

  Frank, Dana, and Theodore turned and frowned at both of them. “What are you two doing here? Does Garth know? This is no time to prove a point Marci. Your grandfather has issued a personal challenge to your mates. Even their fathers are siding with your grandfather and backing him. They have decided to hide and wait to see what will happen here tough.” Frank waved to the arena floor below.

  She stared down at the arena; Marci knew him at once, the blond hair, the same as her mom’s, and his dark green eyes. Marci shivered and grinned. “So we finally meet Grandfather.” Marci snarled and jumped off the balcony railing summer saluting to the arena floor to land in front of him.

  The snarls and growls erupted behind her and she knew her mates had arrived, but she didn’t move, while Marci sized up her grandfather. She reached for her swords, and twirled them around her they were now part of her, an extension of her arms, as she stepped to stand in front of him. “You know it’s a shame the only family I have left; I have to kill. At least mom died not knowing what a creep you truly are.”

  At least two hundred men had come with her grandfather and they spread out around them. He looked her over. “You do look like her, but then there is your father’s scummy DNA in you and I can smell the slut in you too.” He turned sideways, dismissing her. “Here, I issue a challenge and what do I get? A female whore. What’s wrong, Garth? Afraid to face a true warrior? Or have you tired of her already and you are giving her to my men as a gift, because I can assure you, they would have a nice time with her.”

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  Garth landed right beside Marci, kissing her cheek, then pushing her backwards. “Had I known this was going to be such a for-mal challenge, I would have made sure the elders were informed. Oh, but wait, they’re already here.” Garth indicated to the three rows of men and woman sitting on the East side of the arena.

  Inside, all he wanted to do was rip this man apart, but protocol was expected with every challenge, no matter that this man had tried to kill their mate. The party above them continued, even though half of the men were now swarming into the arena preparing to attack if need be. “What is this Garth? First the king offers up his mate for my men, and then he calls in back up? No wonder your fathers await to hear of your defeat tonight.”

  Both men stripped out of their clothes and faced each other. “You talk too much, Walter. It’s time to die, and you will die tonight, but not for the challenge. No, for hurting our mate.” Behind them Garth heard Marci cuss as Snaid and Turck held on to her. He would personally deal with her later for putting herself in danger once again.

  Walter struck first, his clawed fist swung wide and missed. Garth came back, clouting him in the back of the head, as Walter twirled and staggered for a minute, before getting his composure. He glanced quickly at his men behind him and Garth knew things were going to get ugly fast.

  “What’s wrong, Walter? Already looking for help?” He goaded the man, hoping he would charge him and forget about the men behind him, but it didn’t work.

  Garth heard her snarl, before he caught her shadow out of the corner of his eye, as she flew over them to defend his back. His brothers, Frank, Theodore, Dana and those loyal to him, jumped into the arena ready to battle those in the arena as they attacked.

  He made his way through two men who stepped in front of Walter protecting him, but he dispensed with them quickly, searching for his target once more. He wouldn’t let this man escape, and then he would personally deal with his own traitor fathers.

  Blood, sweat and battle cries filled
the air. Swords, knives and fists came together, but Garth paid no attention to any of it, searching for his target. Then his heart skipped a beat, terror like none other ran through him, as he froze. Her grandfather stalked too close to Marci, behind her where she couldn’t see him, his sword raised high in his arms, ready to decapitate her.

  As if in slow motion, Garth watched as a single flaming arrow pierced through Walter’s neck stopping all movement around him. He dropped the sword and grabbed at his neck when Marci turned and finished the job, slicing his head off his shoulders. Garth followed the path of the arrow. Whitney stood at the top of the arena, a smile on her lips, Cruse at her side just in case someone was to attack her. She pulled another arrow out from the case that she had strung from her back, but not before Whitney winked at him, aiming the arrow at another target as the fighting continued on.

  He turned, capturing the man who came at him with his sword by the throat, and snapped his neck with ease. Garth moved up to Marci’s side, with Turck at her other side, while she worked on the man in front of her. She moved as graceful as a swan, but was as deadly as a rattler to anyone who stepped in her path. Her friend Allie somersaulted in the air to land next to him and laughed. Both women moved in perfect harmony, knowing each other’s moves.

  “Now this is a party!” She reached back, grabbing the small dart-like weapons out of her hair and let them fly towards their targets. The first man fell with a scream, reaching for his eye. “He won’t die, but he won’t be able to move for the next twelve hours.” She yelled over the cling of swords and fists hitting each other.

  Marci laughed next to him. “Don’t let Allie fool ya. Like Whit-nee, she has a vicious streak when anyone of her family is threatened, as you have seen.” Marci turned and kicked the man that charged her, sending the man flying backwards. “Of course I have no conscience when it comes to defending my family.” She smiled and blew him a kiss, jumping over him, cutting the man who came up behind.