Powerful Awakening [L.U.S.T. 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Tonya Ramagos Page A

into Michael with the speed of an out-of-control freight train. She was the link between them. Michael and Andrew had been lovers before their Rebecca, but she had become the solid tie that had bound the three of them together. Without their Rebecca, Andrew had gone into hiding and Michael had carried on, silently pining for the loves he had lost. Without Chrystal, he and Andrew wouldn’t be the same. Deep down, he had always known that, but he knew it now more than ever.
    Chrystal’s eyes slowly fluttered open, her face contorted in a grimace. “I probably shouldn’t have told you that.”
    Michael couldn’t keep his gaze from dropping to her mouth, from watching as she bit her bottom lip, her teeth leaving shallow, white indentions in the pale pink flesh. His mouth watered, his senses coming online on their own bidding, and suddenly he could smell the sweet, metallic scent of her blood and feel the warmth and ecstasy of it fill his mouth. His fangs started to extend and he ground his teeth in a battle for control.
    “Okay, I definitely shouldn’t have told you that,” she said when he didn’t respond.
    He pulled his gaze back to hers as the beast in him retracted its fangs. He allowed his eyes to fill with every ounce of the emotion tightening his chest. “I assure you I would not have argued if that is what you had decided to do.”
    “What is this power the two of you have over me?” Her tone was barely a whisper and her words wobbled slightly.
    “Does it feel as if you are being controlled?” He knew he wasn’t controlling her and didn’t believe Andrew held the power.
    “No.” The whisper disappeared and that single word held a heavy certainty that erased Michael’s doubts. “I know my own mind. I know my own heart. I’m usually in pretty damn good control of my own body, too. I’m in your arms right now because I want to be. Not because you or Andrew or this…this… power around us put me here.”
    Michael sighed inwardly with relief. “And now that you are in my arms, what do you wish to happen next?”
    Her throat worked as she swallowed, then her voice dropped to a sultry whisper that flowed through Michael’s body like a satin ribbon and tied itself securely around Michael’s cock. “I wish you would kiss me.”
     
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    Andrew knew he’d fucked up when he rounded the corner of a building and stepped onto a deserted street. He should’ve turned back several blocks ago, but he’d found himself mesmerized by the sights. He’d stayed away from Atlanta since the Civil War, knowing Michael would sense his presence if he dared to even visit the city. He’d relied on newspaper articles, television, and, later, the internet to familiarize himself with the changes of his homeland, but none of that had truly done as much justice as seeing it with his own two eyes.
    His keen memory told him the area of the city he walked now had been nothing but woods in the 1860s. They had stretched on for several miles, opening up to a lavish plantation owned by the vampire Regulus Le Mort. The people of Atlanta hadn’t known Le Mort was a vampire, but Andrew and Michael had. They’d also been aware of his fixation with Rebecca, of his intent to claim her, and of the necklace he had gifted to her.
    A necklace you allowed to be ripped from her throat just before she was killed.
    Memories assailed him, sweeping him back to before that fateful time as he continued down the deserted street. Rebecca had come to him and Michael weeks before their lives had changed forever with the necklace in the box Le Mort had insisted she take. They had understood the energies of each stone upon sight as well as the smaller stones that flanked them. The tiger’s eye hugged by gemstones of jet meant to protect, the sodalite accented with like beads to offer wisdom, the moss agate dropped between aventurine stones to garner health, and the rose quartz flattered by beads of cherry quartz for love. Each piece had been