Hunting the Jackal by Glass Seressia

Author:Glass, Seressia [Glass, Seressia]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2013-05-31T22:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SIX

By the third day together, Rashon knew he was seriously addicted to the pleasures of a triad relationship. He had a feeling Amarie and Kurik both felt the same, though neither had said so.

They had made love again after cleaning up the dinner dishes, moving to the master bedroom, falling asleep in a sexually exhausted pile in the bed. Sunrise had them seeking each other again. In fact, every waking moment they didn’t spend training and guarding Tia was spent in discovery and exercising desire.

Amarie had been like a sponge, soaking up the experience and pleasure, learning what each man liked and how they liked it. She had the insatiable appetite of jackals in their prime paired with a demure innocence that charmed him and made him eager to make each sensual moment a pleasure to remember.

The day of Markus and Tia’s bonding ceremony dawned clear and warm, a good omen in anyone’s mind. Amarie had gone shopping with the priestess the day before, buying a dress for the ceremony and experiencing the decadence of a spa manicure and pedicure for the first time.

He chafed in his dress shirt and trousers. The women participating in the ceremony had spent the day in seclusion. He and Kurik hadn’t seen Amarie since breakfast. They enjoyed each other as fully and deeply as they usually did, but it wasn’t the same as when Amarie was with them, even when she wasn’t actively participating. Something about the three of them together was just better than any two of them alone. Something he hoped the other two would recognize—and soon.

The Daughters of Isis arrived just before sunset, their white robes gleaming with the red-gold of the setting sun. Silent, they filed into rows of folding chairs while high priestess Aya moved down the grassy aisle to the flower-draped gazebo fronting the lake, resplendent in the glittering accoutrements of the Great Mother Isis. Markus was already there, Hector at his side, dressed in the traditional linen tunic, chest plate and collar as head of the clan. Hundreds of string lights hung like garland from poles ringing the lake, giving the area the feel of a fantasy wonderland.

Rashon and Kurik sat with the other jackals on the opposite side of the aisle. Amarie was with Tia and another small contingent of the Daughters who would lead the future Anput to Markus. Most of the jackals had never seen even a single Daughter of Isis in their lives, and now they were faced with more than two dozen. Every unattached male jackal sat riveted by the sight of so many unmated women in one place.

Rashon ignored them, jackal and witch alike. There was only one female who captured his attention. Only one woman who refined and enhanced what he had with Kurik. Only one woman who inspired the thought of forever.

Forever. Not just a temporary association many of the jackal males had with the females. Not a century here or there. He wanted the three

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