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   Natalie woke surrounded by warmth,  someone breathing softly
into the hairs on the back of her neck.  Still half asleep, she
rolled against him, seeking the comfort of skin against skin.  Mmm,
nice. She smiled against the silken sprinkle of chest hair under her
cheek, and rubbed her face softly over it.   A hand cradled the back
of her head, bringing her fully against him.   The smell was so
familiar, as was the feeling of that lean muscled chest against
hers.

      He rolled on top of her, and brought her hand to his face,
rubbing roughly into it, like a great cat seeking attention.

      "LaCroix?"  The sleepy haze started to dissipate, leaving her
even more confused.  LaCroix didn't have chest hair.  Another set of
hands, larger and firmer, ran from her bare thigh, along her left
side and covered her breast.  LaCroix had four hands?  That didn't
make sense.

      Someone leaned in, and kissed the side of her neck.  She
snapped her eyes open, but the blindfold prevented her from seeing
who was above her.

      "Relax, my dear, enjoy this gift."  The face in her hands
hadn't moved with the voice.  This was not LaCroix.  She felt the
features, as familar as her own, and knew.

      "Nick?"

      "Heya, Nat."  She felt and heard the smile in his teasing
voice.  The timber, so comforting, made her want to throw her arms
around him.  "How are you feeling?"

      "Mmm, good."   She wriggled against him, wanting to see his
face.

      The events of the previous night came rushing back, and her
hand sought the bandages over her eyes.  This time, LaCroix did not
stop her.

      Instead, between the two men, they sat her up and slowly
unwrapped the gauze, layer by layer.  She waited the agonizing
seconds, as slowly the light penetrated the cloth, proving that at
least she retained light sensitivity.  The last barrier fell away,
and she looked out at the two men leaning above her, their faces
strained.  She smiled.  "It appears the operation was a success."
Laughing she flung her arms around both of them.

      For half a second, they remained still, wondering if she
realized just what they'd had in mind moments before, their thoughts
mirroring each other in their uncertainty.  LaCroix recovered first,
and returned the hug,  a little reserved.

      Nick had no such qualms, he tilted her chin up with his
fingers, and sent a silent query over their distant link.    Natalie
considered and looked to LaCroix for his reaction.  He merely nodded,
once,  a tempting smile lifting the corners of his mouth.

      Uh oh.  Two naked vampire gods wanted to share her bed.  Who
could be so lucky?  There had to be a drawback somewhere.  LaCroix
willingly sharing?  Something was up.   Her coroner instincts were no
help, and her body was turning to mush.  She heard the blood flowing
slowly along Nick's immortal veins, and saw the heat in glowing red
under the light covering of a sheet.

      "Give in, Natalie.  Take him."  Along her link, she felt
LaCroix's insistant voice urging her to do it.  "Take him!"
Swallowing, she leaned closer to the pulse point in Nick's neck,
inhaling the tempting scent.

      "Take me, Nat."  Nick bared his throat, begging her to
continue.

      She wanted this, but...."This is wrong."

      LaCroix growled in response.  "No!  This is what we are.
Take him!" The slow heartbeat drummed in her ear, and LaCroix's hands
carressing her neck drove her mad.

      The insistant voice of her master, combined with her own
uncontrollable desires gave her no choice.  She licked the skin of
Nick's throat, tasting the salt, and the oils he used in his baths.
He shuddered under her mouth as she flicked her tongue along the
pulse point.

      "Take him, now!"

      Praying this wasn't a huge mistake, she struck.   Nick gasped
at the sudden pain mixed with overwhelming lust.

      LaCroix pressed her down and parted her legs in one smooth
motion.   She felt the huge tip sliding into her wet opening,  the
thickness making him go agonizingly slow.  He pulled out and rubbed
against her, coating that thick length with her own lubrication, and
pushed slowly into her again, inch by inch until he could go no
further.  She writhed against him, and someone's hands pressed her
swollen nub, circling it until she lost her hold on Nick, and
surrendered to the sensations of LaCroix's slow rythmic thrusts
combined with Nick's nimble fingers.

      Nick sucked her nipple into his mouth,  nipping at the tender
skin just this side of being painful before he soothed it with his
tongue.  Feeling his fangs graze the surface, she froze, afraid of
the pain if he did bite.  He scratched the underside of her breast,
while LaCroix withdrew and teased her opening some more.  She'd lost
track of which set of hands belonged to who, their movements
synchronised into a perfect harmony, bringing her to the edge of
madness.

      LaCroix thrust once more, hard, into her, the sheer size of
him making her so full it was almost uncomfortable.  The scream tore
from her throat, and she had no choice but to ride the crest.  When
LaCroix stopped, afraid of hurting her, she struck at him,  "Harder,
damn you! Harder."

      Nick never let up, his fingers drawing it out while LaCroix
seated himself to the hilt, further than he'd ever gone before.  She
realized then, how much damage he could do if he wasn't gentle.  But
right now, she didn't want gentle.  She grabbed onto his marble
flanks, forcing him into a brutal speed.  Through the link she saw
his control snap, and the thrusts became a wild, bruising, force as
he filled her up and beyond.  She felt him at the opening of her
cervix,  pressing into it, the pleasure and pain hurling her over the
brink into the waiting chasm.    Arching into him, over and over,
unable to stop as wave after wave crashed over her, she blacked
out.

      LaCroix shouted his release at the same time his partner fell
limp.  He took Nick's proferred wrist and plunged his fangs into it.
Collapsing, LaCroix continued stroking her, as one would a cat.

      "My turn."  The low growl just above LaCroix's ear came from
deep within Nick.   Unprotesting, LaCroix rolled to the side,
gesturing for Nick to take his place.

      Nothing was said for some time, as his two children moved
together, their bodies a perfect complement to the other.   Smiling,
LaCroix watched through half closed lids.

      Yes, LaCroix thought, his rebellious son returned to his
side, and a passionate fledgling with enough fire to warm him for
centuries,  things had gone quite well.   It would make life
interresting for them all.

 End Chapter 11