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  Marre looked up at me, surprised, and raised his brows.

  "You would defend him?" he asked carefully, something in his expression at odds with his tone.

  "He says he claimed me," I blurted stupidly, ignoring his question.

  Marre blinked at me and opened and closed his mouth, as if he wanted to say something but wasn’t quite sure how.

  "What does that even mean?" I asked uncertainly, staring up into warm brown eyes. "He didn't even ask me, he just did it, and didn't even bother telling me, or explaining what claiming me even means. I had no idea that's what he'd had in mind when we, when..." I stopped spluttering at the end, realizing what I was about to say. I almost bit the end of my tongue off, I’d clamped my mouth shut so tight.

  Sooo not about to discuss specifics on that with Marre.

  Marre could tell I was about to say more, and waited me out patiently.

  "He shouted out that special announcement seconds after he accused me of being a hussy for admitting to wanting both of you," I blurted, turning pink as I unloaded on him.

  "You're not a hussy, goddess, and you're not a whore" he assured me, massaging my neck and shoulders soothingly.

  "Then why do I want you both so bad?" I whispered, my mind warring with my body.

  He turned us suddenly and pushed my back against the tiled wall. Strong arms picked me up and pinned me there, between his hot hard body and the cold tiles of the shower, brushing his lips over mine teasingly, his tongue snaking out to run along the seam of my mouth, nipping and licking to coax me into opening up.

  "Tell me what he meant, Marre," I pleaded on a moan, but the heat building between us was making me all discombobulated, side tracking me from finding out some very impertinent facts.

  I have to get answers before this goes any further, I thought as Marre took my momentary distraction to gain entry, his tongue sneaking in to cut me off before I could say anything else.

  Our tongues danced together, the assured, confident manner of his kisses endearing him to me even more.

  My sweet prince charming has a wicked way with his tongue, I decided as his stroked against mine, eliciting a moan from me.

  Marre ended the kiss, reluctantly on both our parts, licking his lips enticingly as heat simmered in his eyes.

  "He claimed you," Marre replied and sighed sadly as he set me on my feet, then bent towards me, his forehead leaning against mine as he spoke softly.

  He glanced down at his engorged erection sympathetically, and I could swear I heard him whimper a little.

  A small smile perked up the corner of my mouth at that and I turned off the water as he hopped out of the shower quickly to grab us towels.

  "Come on, let's get out and then you can ask me whatever you want.” He watched me move forward, handing me a towel, his erection bobbing between his legs, hot and hard.

  I couldn’t help but stare, the towel meant for me dangling from my fingertips, my gaze on his engorged cock. The head of his shaft looked almost angry, it was so thick and engorged.

  "If we'd stayed in there much longer, the last thing we'd be doing is talking," he half growled, voice husky and low, catching my heated stare and glancing longingly at the shower.

  I giggled, and he grinned at me, his smile lighting up his whole face as he shrugged, gave me a 'what do you expect from me' look, and ushered me into the bedroom.

  Cardanian birds and bees...

  Marre

  "Perre claimed you. It's what we do to let others know our intentions towards the woman we plan to... wed," I explained hesitantly, trying to judge her reaction.

  She seemed to be taking it all in quite well, almost like she'd already guessed as much but wanted to be sure.

  "You mean we aren't technically married yet, though? He just put the Cardanian equivalent to a 'do not touch, property of Perre' sign on me. Like calling dibs..." she asked slowly, trailing off, her tone of voice indicating she didn't like her own particular train of thought very much.

  "No. It's more like an engagement ring, a vow of his intentions, if you will," I rushed in to assure her.

  God damn it, Perre! You really mucked everything up this time, brother!

  "Can I say no?" she asked worriedly, gnawing on her bottom lip, looking at me hopefully.

  "Uh, I guess you could, but it would be kind of hard. Cardanian's only mate once and when we do, it's for life," I told her honestly, wincing as she shouted out at my announcement, her eyes wide with disbelief.

  "What?!" she fairly shouted again, jumping up on the bed in shock.

  I nodded and gave her the rest.

  Might as well, she's already come this far and hasn't fallen apart yet, running and screaming from the room.

  The episode with Perre was different, I promised myself. It doesn't count.

  "Since he's already mated you, he can't have children with anyone else either," I admitted, clearing my throat nervously as her mouth began to gape open and closed wordlessly, her face going pale in her already porcelain complexion.

  She was starting to look a little green around the gills, so I scooped her up and placed her towel wrapped body in my lap, hugging her tight to try and comfort her.

  "What am I going to do?" she whispered, her voice cracking, my heart aching for her at her desolate tone. It seemed to almost echo, sounding stark in the quiet of the room.

  "He doesn't even like me..."

  "Perre likes you, my maiden fair, or he wouldn't have mated with you, wouldn't have committed himself to you in such a way. I know everything is really sudden, and it's a lot to take in, but he's not really like that, not usually. We had a bad experience with another woman not too long ago. It's not you, it's him. He has issues with what the woman did, and he's having trouble getting over it. He fucked up, everyone fucks up sometimes, right?" I cajoled, explaining Perre to her to ease her pain, hoping she’d believe me when I tell her it really is him and nothing she did.

  Explaining him to her so she knows it's his shit not hers. His problems, not a problem of hers or with her.

  I'll deal with that Asshole later, I thought, growling in my mind. Nobody calls my goddess a whore or makes her feel ashamed for no fucking reason!

  But for now, I'll play middle man and try to mend what little bit I can, for Mags’ sake.

  "Why can't I marry you, instead?" she asked, her question coming out muffled against my chest.

  "Are you asking, Ah Cah Eema?" I teased hopefully, stilling as she mulled it over.

  She looked up at me, seeing if I was serious, and blinked, "But what about Perre? Wouldn't that hurt him? I thought... I mean... that is to say..." she stammered.

  "Shh," I hushed, smiling at her wickedly, putting a finger to her lips as I flopped back on the bed, taking a squealing Mags with me.

  I cut off her squeal with a kiss and devoured my sweet little morsel, her moans echoing in the room as I rubbed us against each other erotically through the layers of towels.

  "Wait," she panted, pulling away, my cock rock hard and ready to go.

  Not this time, my friend, I promised my cock.

  This time she's not getting away from us, I vowed.

  A banging sounded in the hall and my door flew open, Perre standing there in the door way, hurt and anger contorting his features.

  Mags gasped and stood up, looking guiltily between me and Perre, her knuckles white as they gripped the towel tightly closed.

  "YOU!" Perre bellowed, advancing into the room, his fists clenched as he stalked towards me.

  "Well, hello to you too," I greeted my irate twin calmly, unruffled by his peacock like display of caveman-ship.

  Been there, done that, have the t-shirt.

  I'm over it.

  "You call her a whore, brother dear?" I asked calmly, looking him straight in the eyes, my outward appearance screaming cool and collected, my insides chuffing for me to let loose on him.

  "She's mine," he snarled, swinging a meaty, rage filled fist at me.

  I dodged it s
moothly and delivered a brilliantly aimed- if I do say so myself- sharp right hook to his jaw, instantly knocking his pink ass out.

  I looked down at Perre's prone form and back to Mags.

  After a quick glance at the door way, my gaze swiveled back to Mags once more and waited for her reaction, unsure as to how she'd react.

  She looked from me to Perre, and then back at me in amazement.

  She peeked over at Perre, double checking to make sure he was truly alright.

  "Oh, wow! Can you show me how to do that?!" she squeaked excitedly, stepping over Perre to get to me.

  I leaned down and caught her, planting a hungry kiss on her soft, sweet lips, nibbling at them and letting my tongue slide over the plump flesh to seek entry, her mouth parting slightly for me in answer.

  Mmm, she tastes like honey, I thought, moaning into her mouth.

  I pulled away a little and grinned at her. "You're not mad I punched Perre's lights out?"

  She smiled a little and shrugged, glancing down at Perre, nudging him with her toe and then looking back up at me again.

  She sighed and shook her head a little, glancing back at Perre again, then rolling her eyes at his prone form.

  "Nope. You had every right," she told me, matter of fact, championing me, "he swung first. He got what was coming to him," she kissed me and grinned, "I don't pander to idiocy. He wasn't in a listening or talking kind of mood, what else could you have done? Besides, you wouldn't permanently damage him or anything. You love your brother." She stared deeply into my eyes, completely serious, telling me so with conviction, her complete and utter faith in me humbling.

  "Oh, and how could I be mad when my knight in shining armor pulls a prince charming and defends my honor against the demon lord falsely accusing me of whoring around?" She gave me a cheeky grin and a tinkling little laugh, pecking my cheek.

  Batting her lashes playfully, she gave a fake swoon. "My hero, however will I repay you?"

  "I know this might be too soon to say, everything is really new and I understand if this is probably too sudden for you, but I love you, Magenta May O'Malley,” I blurted, my heart on my sleeve as I went and just spilled my guts, letting it all tumble out.

  I really do love her.

  I love how she smiles, her fun quirky personality, how she makes me feel, how she lights up a room.

  "You make me feel worthy, goddess, make me love you," I murmured, holding my breath for her response, praying she doesn't reject me.

  "Oh, Marre." She sighed happily, looking elated, and then suddenly sad.

  Shit! I should have just kept my damn mouth shut!

  She glanced down at Perre and then back at me.

  Ohhh, I thought, getting it now, she meant because of Perre.

  "Is it because you don't feel the same or..."

  "No! It's not that! It's not that at all. I feel so strongly about you, Marre. You're a great friend and as we've gotten to know each other, I've really gotten to know you, see the real you... and I agree, it is really soon,” she bit her lip nervously, “Maybe too soon..." she trailed off, and my heart sunk a little.

  She likes me a lot, as a ‘friend’...? Oh, god...

  "But," she started, and a small spark of hope held out, my body stilling as I waited for her to finish that sentence.

  She must have seen something in my expression to give me away, because she took my upper hands in hers and pulled them to her face, rubbing them against her cheek in a show of affection, a sweet caress.

  "I've never been in love before, Marre," she explained solemnly, and my face faltered slightly, "but," she said quickly, "I think I love you too."

  Reaching up to cup my face in her small, soft hands, I leaned down more to nuzzle against them. Her earnest expression made my heart leap at her announcement as she kissed me softly.

  She pulled away and eyed me seriously for a moment.

  "I know I feel strongly for you, and you for me, but I won't ditch, Perre... even if this whole mess is sort of his fault." She exhaled on a long sigh.

  I hugged her tighter and smiled.

  "Mine too, erm, truth be told," she admitted bashfully, my beautiful goddess suddenly a bit sheepish, blushing and looking a little uncomfortable at the admission, "but I couldn't do that to him. I couldn't just drop him like that for you. No matter how irrational he's being at the moment. I hope you understand, Marre... and I wouldn't leave you for him either."

  I scooped her up and kissed her hard, mastering her mouth as I put everything into that kiss, trying to convey my happiness to her with all the passion I possessed her mouth with.

  I pulled away reluctantly and set her on the bed, walking over to a groaning Perre to grab his legs and drag him out of the room.

  I whistled jauntily as I worked on getting the overgrown, pink mammoth out of my room.

  "What are you...uhm, doing?" Mags murmured, eyeballing me suspiciously, like she thought I’d abruptly lost my friggin’ mind.

  Her kisses had rattled me, all right, but not like that, I thought, chuckling out loud.

  And in just a few moments I'm going to show my goddess exactly how stirred up she's gotten her Cardanian knight in shining armor.

  Once Perre was in the hall, I motioned for Mags to stay where she was, walking over to my dresser and snatching the glass of water off of it, carrying it back to Perre, and then dumping the contents onto his head.

  "Wha... ack!" Perre garbled out, sputtering.

  "Mags asked me to marry her, and I said 'yes'," I told Perre, ignoring Mags sputtering from the bed, "So, you can either get over it and wed her too, or stay a miserable bastard and live a miserable life, all by yourself, blaming my goddess for past deeds she had no hand in. Up to you, let me know what you decide." I strode back into the room after that, slamming the door in his water logged face and locking it behind me as he began to pound on it.

  Good thing the door is reinforced! I smirked, hurrying over to my mate, pouncing on her as I threw my towel off and chucked it over my shoulder somewhere behind me.

  I, uhm, do?

  Magenta

  "Can we do that? Can I marry you, Marre?" I asked breathlessly as he pulled open my towel and latched onto my collar bone, his mouth hot and hungry as he blazed a trail of passionate kisses across my body.

  "Cardanian twins, we can both claim you," he purred huskily, his eyes darkening right before he took my nipple into his mouth, the bud hardening instantly at his attentions as his tongue slicked over and over it.

  A hand came up to cup the other breast, kneading the generous mound as two of his six fingers pinched and circled the areola, the bud throbbing in time to his mouth sucking on the opposite breast, my body sizzling and growing wet at his love play.

  "Marre," I moaned, clutching his head.

  The pounding on the door was a little distracting, but not as distracting as Marre's talented fingers and tongue.

  "Don't you dare!" Perre growled from the other side. "Marre!" he bellowed, the door sounding like it might come off of its hinges.

  Marre rolled and pulled me down on top of him, switching our positions, his erection slicking through my wet juices as he lubed his cock up.

  "Ready, goddess?" he murmured between delicious, nipping kisses, his eyes glazed over with desire as they roamed hungrily over my body.

  "Are you sure we should?" I panted out, suddenly unsure now, glancing over as the frame around the door started to crack and send dust moats floating about.

  "Yes, aren't you?" Everything in him froze, stilling his hands at my waist, pausing to search my eyes for any sign of uncertainty.

  "Yes, but..." I whispered, my eyes straying warily to the door.

  He cut me off, his lips eating at my mouth as he grabbed my hips hard in his big, strong hands and entered me, pulling my hips down as he pumped into me, his engorged member hard and hot as he sheathed himself inside of me.

  He caught my gasp in his mouth, moaning as we joined together intimately.

  I squirme
d in his embrace, wiggling around on him as he filled me up, stretching my insides as they gripped him, trying to accommodate his girth and magnificent size.

  "Ah. Oh, goddess,” he groaned, pumping with short hard thrusts as I met him every time, my back arching when he hit the right spot.

  “I'm sorry. So sorry, goddess, but I'm afraid I'm not going to last very long," he panted out, his body stilling to hold off any early bottle rocket impersonations.

  I pushed his hands off of me and let him slide out of me, slinking down his body, gazing at his thick erection as his mating head protruded, the tip glistening with our combined juices.

  I looked at him between lowered lashes as I blew softly on the wet head.

  "How soon do you think you could go again, hmm, if I help you out a little?" I purred and winked, licking my lips seductively as I watched his shaft twitch at the invitation.

  I grinned when he gasped out a little, his breath whooshing out of him in a rush as I blew on the head again.

  He suddenly took a hard swallow, his adam's apple bobbing as he tried to get himself together.

  "The way I'm feeling right now, I'd say right away, but, sweet hea... argh!" he groaned inarticulately, and moans of pleasure followed closely behind.

  I didn't even let him finish his sentence, just took him into my mouth, swallowing him whole and pulling back every so often to suck greedily on the head. It didn’t take him long after that, his sudden shout warning me before I felt the warm salty rush of his seed as it washed down the back of my throat.

  I didn't get a chance to have another thought as Marre grabbed me and hauled me up, thrusting into me and impaling me on his hard as steel shaft as he pulled me down, pushing inside of me until he was buried in to the hilt.

  He ground his pelvis against mine, calling my name out mindlessly, his upper arms groping my breasts and pinching the hardened buds teasingly as his lower arms gripped my hips, pushing and pulling me right where he wanted me as I bounced on top of him frantically, trying to hit that magical spot he kept brushing against inside of me.