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The Triple T

By: jwcarlyle



She could hear the twang of a steel guitar coming out of the truck at the next pump as she jumped from the cab of Dwight's truck to the ground. "Now I'm a branded man, out in the cold," sang Merle Haggard. Top 40 country was square, but she liked the sound of his voice. Low, plaintive, with a growl. Umm, she liked that. The desert wind blew across her thin miniskirt and lifted the hem to her upper thigh. She shivered. 

Keeping the trucks between her and the truck stop diner, she walked toward the highway, making sure Dwight saw her leave. He'd given her a ride out of Texas, for a blowjob, but told her this was the end of the line, he had a waitress at the Triple T who was jealous of hippie chicks. He'd enjoyed the blowjob, clearly, but he liked women with bigger butts than Victoria and apparently his waitress was ample in that regard. 

But Victoria had other ideas. She wanted dick and she wanted it now, if not sooner. She could take her chances at the truck stop but she'd already seen and tasted Dwight's package and wanted his thick cock up her cunt. Unconsciously she rubbed her pubis through her skirt. Having discarded her panties in the cab of the truck, it was even easier to tell that her juices were flowing.

A truck was pulling out of the lot and headed for the highway, but she deliberately held her thumb back, not wanting a ride just yet. When she saw Dwight pull his rig around to the parking area, she headed over to some rocks overlooking the lot. Red neon lights flashed T-T-T in a dull and rhythmic pattern. Too bad she was already back to earth, those would be far out lights to trip to. It had only been a half tab of acid near Merkle. But she took a couple of hits off a roach she had in her purse, and waited. For what, she wasn't sure, but that was OK.

She's... leaving... home... bye... bye... The lyrics from the new Beatles song played in her mind. Was Dwight the man from the motor trade? Suddenly she had the thought that her mom would be going insane right about now. Up until this point Victoria had been pretty out of it, stoned, tripping, thrilling to the speed, the wind, the adventure, the sex... Now she had a little time to think. She should have left a note. Sure, her mom was all wrapped up in her new jerky husband, and getting it regularly. She could hear them try to be quiet while they got it on but then it would get too quiet. There would be some kind of rhythmic thing, either a squeak, or the slight bump of the bed against the wall, nothing really loud but strikingly rhythmic. Then the tempo would speed up, slowly at first then faster and faster and then... nothing. Silence. Followed by a low moan of satisfaction, kind of like after a good meal but from some place deeper. She hated to hear that but then again it kind of turned her on in a way. Maybe they were fucking right now and hadn't even noticed she had run away. Victoria decided to wait until the morning to call. 

Okay, time to check out the diner and see what the night had in store for her. She had no idea how much time had passed but she was starting to get cold.

The diner was brightly lit and almost empty. She could see Dwight's back, sitting at the counter by himself looking down at a plate of something. He seemed to be staring at it. 

Glancing around she saw one booth with customers and a waitress pouring coffee, laughing. As Victoria looked at her, the waitress lifted her head and smiled directly at her, as if she had been called by name. It was a beautiful smile, and above it her eyes were bright with something that almost seemed to be joy. The joy of life, Victoria thought.

"Sit anywhere Hon," the waitress called over to her. At that Dwight turned around and saw her but said nothing. Victoria took a seat in a booth along the wall. Dwight turned back to his food. His head hung as if his best dog had died.

The waitress grabbed a coffee cup and headed over to Victoria's booth. Victoria couldn't take her eyes off her. There was something about the way she moved, slowly, deliberately, ample hips swaying, the steady open smile and bright eyes laughing. She was a large woman, thirtyish. Big hips. Thick calves. Sloping curves constrained in a short, form-fitting skirt as her waist gave way to two large, round boobs barely contained by her tight shirt. Her top two buttons were unbuttoned - or had they popped off under the strain? - and over her massive left boob was a white name tag with red letters: Dolores.

"What'll it be honey?" Dolores asked, smiling, pouring a cup of steaming black coffee.

"How much is bacon and eggs?" Victoria asked.

"Don't worry about that darling, he's paying for it," she said, jerking her head over toward Dwight. "In more ways than one." Dolores let out a deep infectious laugh and Victoria couldn't help but join her. She liked this woman, and she felt safe, for the first time since she'd left home, maybe for the first time in a long time before that.

The plan had worked out the way Victoria had envisioned it, sort of. Apparently Dwight had reached into the pocket of his windbreaker for some cigs and pulled out her panties in front of Dolores, thinking it was a handkerchief. Dolores poured a glass of ice water on his crotch and stormed off, ignoring his entreaties. And then she had put two and two together when Victoria walked in. By that time she had cooled off and found some humor in the situation. It was 1967 after all, the Summer of Love, even in a redneck truck stop. If it feels good, do it.

"Dwight, get your skinny ass over here and buy this girl supper. I'm sure she needs a meal right about now after that little snack she probably had in that lonesome rig of yours." She winked at Victoria. Victoria held her eyes, sipping her coffee.

"Shit Dolores, I can't help it if I'm a soft touch for somebody who needs a ride. You know that," Dwight offered, sliding into the seat across from Victoria. "Dolores, this is Victoria... Victoria, Dolores." The women nodded, now having been officially introduced.

"Vick, do you have a place to stay here in Tucson?" Dolores asked. "I think I probably know the answer to that."

"No ma'am I don't. I was planning to just keep hitching tonight," Victoria said, and it was true, that had been her Plan C.

"No, you need to sleep in a real bed tonight, you can stay with me. I've got a trailer over on the north side of this place," Dolores said, as Dwight shifted in his seat, his eyes pleading with Dolores to reconsider.

"Dolores, honey, I was thinking... I was hoping... we could catch up tonight, you know," Dwight stumbled, but Dolores cut him off.

"Slow down there cowboy, you need to dry that pecker off anyway," she said, but with a smile. "There's room if you want to sleep on the couch though." Dwight's head hung down again as it had at the counter. He was silent.

"But you never know, us girls might not be tired just right away, what with the coffee and all. Let's see what happens," Dolores said, smiling at them both. Her eyes said the rest.

They fucked all night long. 

The clothes started coming off as soon as they stepped into the double wide. First they stripped Dwight, slowly. Dolores unsnapped his plaid western shirt, snap, snap, snap, snap. Then she ran her had up inside his white t-shirt, rubbing his hairy chest around and around, then pulling it off over his head, tangling his thick, curly hair. She smiled at Victoria and pointed down below with her eyes. Victoria dropped down to her knees in front of him and slowly unbuckled his belt. Then she unfastened the buttons on his old-fashioned button-up jeans. "Six chances to say no" Dolores laughed, and Victoria laughed too. Underneath she could see a bulge beginning to take shape in his tight white briefs. Tighty whities the girls had called them on sleepovers. Yes, these were tight and getting tighter. She could make out the head of his cock outlined under the straining fabric. She pulled his jeans down to his ankles in one motion, then leaned in and kissed the bulge. It practically jumped toward her lips. She looked up at Dolores, questioningly. Dolores met her gaze and nodded. Down came the briefs, liberating Dwight's manhood which bounced with joy.

Dolores gave Dwight a hard push and with his legs bound by his bunched up jeans around his ankles, he fell onto the bed with a thump. She pulled off his dusty battered cowboy boots, then his jeans, then his underwear. Dwight lay on the big queen sized bed naked but for his white socks, his dick pointing straight up toward the ceiling of the double wide.

Dwight was dumbstruck, and looked like a kid in a candy store. He was obviously trying hard to hide a shit-eating grin but not doing a good job of that. "Ladies, you are out of sight..." he began, and then Dolores put a hand over his mouth.

"Don't say a word you dumb fuck, be grateful for what you're about to receive," she said, laughingly but with an edge to it, Victoria thought. That was OK. Victoria had wanted cock tonight and it was looking real good like she would get it. Dwight had a blue steel hard-on and it looked like there was enough to go around.

"Why don't you give him a little kiss while I get comfortable?" Dolores said, beginning to unbutton her shirt. Victoria leaned over and gently kissed the head of his dick. It leapt as her lips made contact. She took his shaft in one hand and with her other hand cupped his balls, which his erection had drawn up tight and firm. Lightly brushing his balls with her fingers, she licked around the head of his cock, wetting it with her saliva. Then she began to take it into her mouth, first just the head a few times, then a little more, then a little more than that. He began to moan. She moaned too. It sort of sounded like the soup commercial when they would say, "mmm, mmm good," but with a mouth full of dick.

Meanwhile Dolores was stripping for Dwight. Removing her shirt revealed a skimpy black, lacey bra with her huge boobs bulging out of the tops. Holding his gaze with her eyes, Dolores reached back behind her to unfasten the hooks of her bra. She did this slowly and deliberately as Victoria continue to suck his cock in long, slow up and down motions. The bra unhooked, Dolores let it rest on her boobs, the straps hanging down. On its own accord the bra fell away, revealing two round, full, beautiful breasts the size of small cantaloupes. Two hard pink nipples poked out from the large circles of her areolas. Laughing, she gave her boobs a little bounce, then shook them side to side like a burlesque stripper.

Dolores was magnificent, Victoria thought. Yes, she was heavy, but she carried herself like a queen with a sexy confidence that Victoria had never witnessed before. Yes, this is my body, her movements seemed to say, it is awesome and wonderful and beautiful and if you're lucky you can look at it and maybe touch it. Dolores unhooked the button of her skirt and slid it over her round hips, revealing sheer black tights with no panties - her thick dark bush visible underneath. Turning around to show her butt, Dolores peeled the tights off, bending at the waist, and as she did so Victoria could see the outline of her pussy from the back... and she knew Dwight could too. In her mouth she felt his cock jump at the sight.

Completely naked now, Dolores climbed onto the bed and began licking Dwight's balls as Victoria continued to suck his cock. But each time Victoria came up to the top of his dick, she had to glance at Dolores. She'd never seen anyone or anything like her. She was like some kind of fertility goddess. Her skin was smooth and where it brushed against Victoria, soft. Her big boobs were round and firm. Her ample hips and butt were firm too. More than anything, she seemed strong, yet the soft curves spoke of tenderness and nurture. Victoria had never felt physical attraction for a woman before but she was feeling something toward Dolores that she couldn't explain to herself. She had no desire to touch her, at least that's what her brain was saying. But she couldn't take her eyes off her.

Dolores moved up and began kissing Dwight on the lips, hard and deep. Dwight let out a moan of pleasure from this, a moan different from the ones escaping him as Victoria went down on him. "Wow," Victoria thought, feeling Dwight's dick throb with a new urgency. "Her kisses must be dynamite."

"I think you should climb up on that big cock and take a ride honey," Dolores said to Victoria. "I think you're going to like it. A lot."

Victoria stood up and lifted her miniskirt up and over head. With no bra and no panties, she was stripped. She could tell she was wet but she checked anyway. Yes. Drenched. She had never been so wet. Dolores reached over and took the hand Victoria had checked her pussy with, bringing it to Dwight's lips and thrusting Victoria's slick fingers into his mouth. As he tasted her juices Victoria pushed her fingers deeper into his mouth, as he had pushed his dick into her mouth when she first blew him in the truck. He sucked her fingers, hard, tasting her, drinking the thick honey off her fingers. 

Drawing her hand away, Victoria climbed onto his erect member, opening her pussy lips with her free hand, then slowly settling down onto it until she was resting on his tight balls. It felt so fucking good. She began to rise and fall on the dick, slowly, first all the way up until the head of his cock was almost out, then slowly back down, all the way, until she felt his pubic hair on the inside of her thighs. Her hips began to rock frontward and back at the same time her pussy lifted up and down. Almost a circular motion. Every time she came down she ground a little harder into the base of his cock, each time feeling a little more pressure on her clit - not enough to get off probably, but it felt tingly and warm to do it. She ground harder. She could feel his cock reaching up and into her, deeper and deeper with each of her bounces. He too was lifting his hips to thrust into her. She closed her eyes in ecstasy.

"My turn," Dolores said, glancing back at Victoria with a smile. Victoria didn't want to stop but climbed off, continuing to rub her clit vigorously. Dolores climbed onto Dwight's cock, shoving it deep inside her pussy, and began to rock back and forth with a grind that pulled groans of pleasure from Dwight. Dolores was moaning too. "Dwight, I love your fucking cock! Give me your big cock, shove it up me baby! Shove it up me, fill me with your hot cum!"

Dolores's tits were bouncing up and down as she rode Dwight's cock. Victoria wanted to grab them but couldn't bring herself to touch another woman. Then Dwight spoke up.

"Rub your tits together! I want to see those little titties up against those big titties!" he said, gaspingly. Dolores flashed a wicked grin to Victoria and stopped her humping to let Victoria climb onto Dwight's chest, her butt to his face, and position her boobs up against Dolores's. It felt so good. She could feel Dolores's nipples poking into her breasts, and then she could feel bumping as Dwight began to thrust upward into Dolores's pussy. She moved to the side a little so Dwight could see the spectacle. "Oh my god," he moaned, staring at the four breasts, two small ones being pummeled by two massive ones. 

Victoria felt an immense urge to take one of Dolores's breasts in her mouth and suck her nipple. Instead she turned and leaned over and began French kissing Dwight harder than she'd ever kissed anyone. She pushed her tongue down his throat and twirled it around and around, fucking his mouth with it. She could tell he wanted to come up for air but she didn't let him. He began to buck harder, almost as if he was in distress. Were they killing him? Victoria worried, and withdrew her lips from his. Just then he released a bellow from deep within his gut, louder than she'd ever heard anyone come before. "Awwwww fuck!" he yelled, then fell silent, panting. Dolores slowed her rocking down but continued to grind, as if she was milking the cum out of his dick with the muscles of her tight vagina. Which she was.

"Shit," Dwight said. "Shit. Fuck. Shit."

Dolores climbed off but his dick was still rock hard. It would not go down. Dolores sucked the last of his semen out then motioned for Victoria to get back on. As she did, Dolores lay down on the bed beside Dwight, on her back, and began rubbing her clit with her right hand. As Victoria watched, Dolores's hand rubbed harder and harder, faster and faster, and Dolores began to breathe harder, her breath coming out in short, sharp pants. Dolores's eyes were clinched shut, tightly, her big boobs undulating back and forth like waves on the ocean. 

"Oh fuck, I'm coming," Dolores moaned, then moaned over and over again, finally letting out a deepened scream even louder than Dwight's ejaculation. 

Victoria rolled off Dwight onto the other side of the bed, spreading her legs wide open. "Fuck me hard Dwight, fuck me, I want that dick inside me!" Victoria commanded. Dwight jumped up and plunged his cock deep into her pussy, then began to fuck her like a jackhammer. "Fuck me fuck me fuck me!" Victoria screamed, and felt something powerful building deep within her pussy. 

Dwight raised up on his knees and lifted Victoria's legs into the air, continuing to pound away. Victoria reached her right hand down and began to rub her clit while his dick thrust in and out. The warmth of pleasure between her legs was rising and growing stronger. "I'm coming! Fuck me fuck me fuck me, now," she cried, arching her back, her mouth frozen in mid-sentence. Dwight stopped thrusting and firmly pushed his hard cock in as far as it would go. "Aw fuck!" she screamed, as her pussy muscles clenched around his dick at the same time her legs wrapped around the back of his thighs and her hands grabbed his butt cheeks. She felt a spasm wrack her loins and he gave three hard stabbing thrusts, holding the last one deep inside her. 

She had never felt anything like it. Her body was wasted, limp, lifeless. Her pussy ached with wet, full, sticky pleasure. A deep sigh helped her catch her breath. In the quiet stillness she could feel her heart pounding, then only slowly subside back to something of a normal beat. But there was something else. Another stirring down below, hardly noticeable. But growing. Then, a little more. A small yearning deep within her pussy. She touched her clit and quivered, it was still sensitive. But then her fingers returned, gingerly, and began the up and down circuit again. Her fingers resumed their search, curling inward as they rubbed, as if summoning someone or something. 

She opened her eyes. Dwight had nodded off and Dolores was smiling at her.

"Go for it, honey," Dolores said. "You've got a lot of those that are overdue and need to come out." And with that the goddess rolled over on her side and began to breathe the slow steady breath of sleep. Victoria turned off the bedside lamp but the rising sunlight coming through the blinds illuminated the stunning curve of Dolores's soft shoulders, waist and hip. Between them lay a blissed out Dwight with his spent cock back to normal size, lying softly on his belly in a small pool of its own cum. 

Victoria took all this in and, in a few minutes, with the help of the fingers of her right hand, found the release again, and then again, and then again, before drifting off to a dreamless slumber.

The Triple Tragedy



Author's Foreword: Many thanks to constructive criticisms given on previous works. 

What follows is a mystery story about the murder of one body and two souls. It probably will be my last submission in the 'Loving Wives' category though I have a dozen plots suitable for others that I may decide to write. 

*

Lisa Dominick and Gerald Jackson were couple 397 in the New England Regional Finals Ballroom Dance championship. Outside the downtown Boston hotel the weather was frightful that cold Saturday, December 8, 2013, but inside the fans were noisy and the dancers were radiating lots of body heat to give off the a sense of the place being cozy. This Latin set found Lisa and Gerald competing with two other couples for the Latin Championship. Both were already drop-dead exhausted since they had danced and won the Smooth Championship earlier that evening. But, they were so driven to win until they used their last ounce of energy to dance a fiery Cha-cha. Afterwards, they collapsed on a couch in the Dancers waiting area to rest until the judges decision was announced. 

After the contestants were called back on the floor Lisa and Gerald were named Latin Champions - although not a first, it was unusual for the same couple to win first place awards in two divisions.

Afterwards, each dancer went to their separate hotel room to shower and change out of costumes and put on street clothes. Then the round of congratulatory parties started as the champions were toasted in four separate rooms of the hotel. At 1:30 A.M. Gerald and Lisa staggered to their separate rooms and collapsed into a deep sleep. 

At 10 A.M. they met as planned in the hotel restaurant and had breakfast, sitting at the same table with friends who happened to be there. When the friends left Lisa said to her partner, "I am fucking tired of talking about dancing. I want to talk about screwing you to complete exhaustion, you hunk of a man. Go on to your room and I will join you in 10 minutes. "

Gerald looked up with an 'Oh Boy!' expression on his face and said, "That very thought was on my mind. But, any chance that Tom will come to the hotel today - to congratulate us perhaps?"

"No, in a phone conversation this morning he said, 'Tell Gerald I said congratulations too, if you would. I am going over to Harry's house for a football party watching the Patriots so I might not be home when you arrive.'"

Gerald said, "Good. I will see you in 10 minutes," as he stood to leave the table.

Lisa Dominick was a natural dancer, married to a hard working civil engineer, Tom Dominick. By his own admission, Tom had 'two left feet' on the dance floor. He welcomed and mostly financed Lisa's competitiveness in the dance world. He had met her partner several times, and liked Gerald Jackson. Once he even went to a black tie dance to watch his wife and Mr. Jackson perform for 500 people. The husband never once became jealous as Gerald had his hands all over Lisa's body on the dance floor. Privately, Tom thought Gerald was a closet Gay. On the contrary, Tom was happy to hang out with college alumni friends and go to ball games that the Pros and his Alma mater played locally - naively confident that his wife loved him only.

Lisa had had her breast augmented and nose fixed so that she was a beautiful natural blond. Her hard as steel petite body and her extreme level of energy made every male and many females at St. Joseph's hospital, where she worked, hit on her. She expected it and no longer was aware that it was happening. She was employed on the hospital administration staff and supervised the supply room staff and its accounts payable section. The non-medicine vendors called on her to solicit business from the Hospital. All of her small staff, to a person, where she was plagued with high personnel turnover, considered her a first class BITCH and no one could be found who would have a kind word to say about her. The scuttlebutt was that a senior hospital official enjoyed her charms allowing her to keep her lucrative job though lacking minimal qualifications. When Lisa was idle she would day-dream about Gerald and her competing at Blackpool England - the home of ballroom dancing - someday. 

It was December 11th, Wednesday, and she reminded herself that George MacDonald would be here in the early afternoon since it was the second Wednesday of the month. She grimaced because she really did not want to see George today, since she was still in a state of euphoria after Saturday night's win. George was a wholesale hospital supply salesman with his only distinguishing feature being that he had a 11 inch cock which she had enjoyed once each month for five years. 

For the past 6 months, however, she had started pursuing ballroom dance competitions and wanted to smoothly terminate the affair with George so that only her dance partner and her husband would be her lovers. Lisa dreamed that George was out of her life and that at some point in the future she wanted to divorce Tom as well so she and Gerald could travel the world competing and performing exhibitions. She asked herself, ["But what to do about George?"] She decided that she would break off with him abruptly today after they enjoyed their one last fuck.

MacDonald arrived and sat across Lisa's desk and any passers by would only hear routine supply business talk. Then as usual, they both toured the supply stores warehouse. 

As they walked through the hospital stores she said, "George, you are history and so am I. See those contractors over there? They are digitizing the hospital stores so that all of our supplies will come in 'just in time.' There will be automatic re-orders eliminating your job and my job. Are you ready for that?"

"Frankly, no...., but its the future and I don't know what I can do about it." 

Then the conversation switched to the dance championships over the weekend. She said, "I am still high from our having won two divisions in the dance competition this past weekend."

As George - who was a social dancer with his wife - was looking at pictures taken at the awards ceremony and a brochure describing the dance competition he said, "Congratulations to you, Miss Lisa, as I know you have worked very hard to achieve this - and have spent a lot of money for the lessons and the costumes. I hope your husband helped you pay for it all."

She displayed her very naughty smile and whispered, "Oh to be sure he did and does, he is such a sweetie, what would I do without him? In fact we want to participate in the National finals and that will cost about 5 thousand for costumes and and another five thousand for training and travel. I intend to keep him drained dry and his soul on fire until he agrees to cash one of our retirement funds so Gerald and I can compete in Ohio."

They both chuckled at that and then continued with the tour. Lisa would call out a quantity and an article and George would record it in his order book as they continued to examine stock levels in the supply stores. In the very back of the warehouse there was a small room that was kept locked so that order pullers never went there unless she was with them. She took out the one key that accessed the very high value equipment and tool storage room. She unlocked the door and motioned the salesman in and then followed him. 

As soon as she had locked the door behind her, they passionately grabbed each other and started making out like teenagers. George moved her to the wall and took off her clothes like he had done many times. He lifted her up and gently wiggled her body down so that her already wet pussy would finally be full of his very large penis. When his torso was touching hers, George started masturbating himself using Lisa's body by lifting her up and down in a stroking motion. This gave him a sense of ultimate power over his lover, causing his cock to max out in size as a lustful consequence. The passion was intense and short lived before both had a major orgasm. He pulled out and lowered her back to the floor. They both cleaned up with paper towels and then started to put their clothes back on immediately, before someone was looking for Lisa. George said, "Can we not meet somewhere after work? I could stay in the city longer. I want to enjoy an evening with you."

As usual, Lisa felt like a piece of shit at this point each month. She then said, "George, not only can we not do that, we must end our affair. I want my husband to feel like I am madly in love with him so he will break loose with the 10 grand I need. And, to perform at the level of excellence that is required at the Nationals, I can not handle the emotional baggage of fucking you every month. Surely you must feel badly about your wife and three children who love and need you after copulating with me and the other easy women in your territory as well. I mean it. I seriously want to pursue my ballroom dancing dream and the baggage of feeling like shit when you are finished with me weighs all month long on my future as a dancer. Please tell me you understand and lets keep our relationship strictly business from now on?"

George MacDonald was struck dumb with Lisa's plea. In his 20 years of fucking sluts not one had ever called a halt - only he called it off some times at his pleasure. It was as if someone had kicked the insides of his manhood out of him. He questioned his manhood. His first question to himself was, ["Why should I be up tight about this particular whore? Replacing one is always easy. But then she is my favorite because she is driven to succeed and has developed a rock hard body that has been an enormous source of pleasure for me. Damn! I would rather give up my wife and children and have her than vice versa."] 

George replied, "Lisa, we only see each other once a month. How can that interfere with dancing or with your home life?" 

Lisa lied, "George, it is impossible to develop the level of skill necessary to compete in the big-time unless one is clear of emotional baggage. Look at it this way. When in your senior year of college and you were trying to get drafted by the Pros, remember how you shed all the emotional baggage and focused on and talked nothing but the 'game?'"

He thought for a moment and said, "Yeah. I remember that but I didn't like it. And I didn't like bed check just to make sure I was thinking and talking the 'game.' But, I see your point, too, and agree that we should go our separate ways. I look forward to seeing your name plastered all over the city and I will smile and say to myself, 'I enjoyed hell out her pussy before she was big time!' So, Lisa, lots of luck and I hope you reach the sky!"

"Oh thank you, George. You are a devil talking like an understanding ex-lover. This takes a real load off me, believe me."

As they were walking back to Lisa's office he carefully replayed in his mind everything that Lisa had done and said. Then it hit him. ["She is focused on fucking that dance partner of hers, and the husband business was just smoke and mirrors because our arrangement has worked nicely and she is the regional champion. There is no reason the husband would cut off her funds. I will fix that fucking dancer for muscling in on my whore!"] 

Back at her desk he said very softly so as not to be overheard, "I think you should become close again to your husband because if he doesn't finance your dream, then it can not happen. It will be difficult but I will stand back, just as you ask. I hope we won't get less business from you."

Lisa finally felt relieved, and said, "George, again I thank you. We are almost out of the first and second item on your order pad. Can you ship tomorrow?" 

"For sure, I will call the whole order in in a little while." 

December 17th, 2013 Monday

Lisa pulled into her driveway at home only to note that a state owned vehicle blocked her entrance to the garage. She parked on the street and rushed in to hear a man in a suit tell her husband, 'Tom Dominick, You are under arrest for suspicion of the murder of Gerald Jackson,' when a uniformed policeman took over and began, 'You have the right...' Lisa screamed. The full realization that her dance partner was dead and her husband, whom she now suddenly loved so dearly, was behind bars came crashing down on her. She continued to scream as the police led her husband away, ignoring her. 

Lisa was sprawled on the couch mostly unconscious unable to force her mind to focus on anything. She alternated between consciousness and unconsciousness, tears and more tears, and kept kept asking herself, ["How could Tom have known about Gerald? - no one knew, not even our closest friends."] Lisa felt her sanity slipping as the events of the past week had her doubting that she fully grasped reality. She was continuously trying to convince herself that all this was a bad dream. It couldn't be happening. She was startled into awareness when her phone incessantly rang. She picked it up and said, "Hello."

It was the supply salesman, George MacDonald, and he never, never called her home number before, as it was always her cell phone and during business hours. Before Lisa could answer he said, " I just heard the local news. If you drag me into a murder investigation I will be coming after you personally....., and it want be to fuck you, bitch! You and I are history. You are warned." The circuit was broken, returning her to a dial tone.

Her screams that had become inaudible were once again pronounced. All she could do was lie in a fetal position and plead for her mother to come bail her out of this mess.

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Private Investigator Sidney Riley was in his apartment because business was slow and he had gone home for the day, earlier than usual. He was watching a classic movie when his cell phone rang. He recognized the caller as an attorney who sometimes gave him a referral, Roy Thurston. Riley personally considered Thurston a sleaze bag, but business was business and he needed all he could get. "Hello Mr. Thurston, too long since I have heard from you. How are you?"

"Riley, you got a pencil and a sheet of paper?"

"Yes. Shoot."

Thurston blurted out three names and a street address giving Riley time to write them down correctly. Then he continued, "Tom Dominick was arrested today at his home on capital murder charges and has hired me to be his attorney. Tom was charged with splitting the skull of Gerald Jackson as a calculated assault on the well known ballroom dancer - the police think that Gerald was poking his dance partner, Lisa, who is Tom's wife, and that it was a revenge murder. The Detectives Division think they have an air tight case because the sledge hammer murder weapon left at the murder scene had Tom's initials and his fingerprints on it. The DA will argue against me before the judge in the morning for him to be held without bond until he is arraigned, several days or weeks from now. His wife by now is bonkers and she has no local family. Are you with me, Riley?"

"Yes, loud and clear."

The attorney replied, "Tom and I are alumni buddies and I need you to look in on his wife right now. She is a competition dancer, as was the victim, her dance partner, Gerald Jackson. You and Lisa Dominick have something in common - you're both dancers. Will you drop what you are doing and go see her right now? You can bill me for one day of your services if nothing comes of your meeting her. "

"Roy, hold on. I was before her time, although I do know the team, by reputation, of Gerald and Lisa, she probably would not relate to me."

"Riley, you are the only choice I have. Is your client queue so stacked up with cases you won't help a friend of mine by trying to get to the bottom of what's going on and how this tragedy could have happened?"

When Riley paused, Thurston continued, "I know you consider me a piece of shit lawyer, but if you will help me clear a friend who couldn't possibly be a cold blooded murderer, you will get lots of referrals from me. I am pleading with you, Riley!"

Rather than listening to the attorney prostrate himself further, Riley said, "O.K. Thurston, I am on my way as soon as I put on some clothes. Will you call Ms Dominick and grease the skids? And Thurston, if it turns out that you get a bill for a day's services, would you pay the damned bill?" 

Riley broke the circuit.

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Lisa Dominick's screams had audibly died down to a constant hum, when her telephone rang again. The LCD on the phone showed 'Attorney's Office.' She picked it up on the first ring and answered by stating her name. 

Thurston said, "Lisa, this is Tom's friend and attorney Roy Thurston - we are alumni pals and I have been a guest in your and Tom's home twice in case you don't remember meeting me. " He then summarized the charges against Tom and what he had been doing on Tom's behalf. 

When he paused she said, "Thanks for the information, Mr. Thurston."

Continuing, the attorney said, "I want to send an associate of mine, a Private Eye named Sidney Riley, to your house to ask you some questions and look around. Would you accept him and talk to him? I promise you he is as gentle as Tom, and as trustworthy. Also, he won some ballroom dance championships several years back."

"Yes, I don't mind. In fact, he would be welcomed."

"Thank you Lisa, Sidney Riley is already on his way and should be arriving shortly."

"Thanks again," and she hung up. 

She lay back down on the couch with her head writhing and her low level moans were again audible. Soon she saw shadows on the wall above her indicating a car had turned into her driveway. 

She got up and went to the door and when the bell rang she asked, "Who is it?"

"Sidney Riley."

"Please come in. I guess Thurston has told you the situation here, so I apologize for the house and my being so messy. Come in and thanks for coming at this late hour."

Riley looked and was shocked that an in demand showcase dancer he had seen perform twice could be drained of life. He watched her holding on to the back of a chair to steady herself, and asked, "Have you had anything to eat since you came home from work and found the police here?"

Lisa shook her head, 'no.'

"Will you have a seat while I find a can of soup in your pantry and heat it for you? I need to ask some questions and you will not have the energy to answer me if you don't eat! Please let me do this for you, Lisa."

She shook her head 'yes' and then collapsed onto the couch. 

Fifteen minutes later he helped her up from the couch and over to the table where he had placed a steaming bowl of Campbell's soup with crackers and a large spoon. He asked, "Would you like some coffee or tea or a glass of water?"

"She mumbled, "Water."

Riley brought the glass of water and sat it down in front of her. Then he took a seat beside her and watched her devour a whole can of soup with a stack of crackers. 

After she had finished off the food, Riley said,"Lisa I am going to ask you some questions. You must tell me the absolute truth and add other details that may or may not be relevant to Tom's capital murder charge. Do you agree to do that?"

"Yes."

"Lisa, let me emphasize that if you don't tell the complete truth you've wasted my time, Thurston's time, and will send Tom to lock up possibly for the rest of his life. Do you understand the seriousness of what I am saying here?"

She whispered again, "Yes."

"Were you having an affair with Gerald Jackson?"

"Yes."

"Did either your husband or friends in or out of the dance community learn of your affair with Mr. Jackson, of which you are aware?"

"No."

"What about Mr. Jackson's friends, did you know if any of them were aware that your interest in Mr. Jackson was not limited to dancing?"

"No."

"Were you also having an affair with anyone else in or out of the dance community at the same time?"




The Triple Tragedy



Lisa started wailing and Riley was unable to get a coherent statement out of her. Giving up he said, "Why not lie down on the couch here while I look at your husband's tools in the garage and lets revisit that question when I finish browsing around there. O.K.?"

She whispered, "Yes," and then continued with a low level guttural sound as she lay in the fetal position petrified with fear.

By this time Riley was really pissed off that he had allowed Thurston to rouse him from his evening at home to babysit a slut wife, who wouldn't talk. With a flashlight in hand, he carefully looked at tools and containers and hardware supplies and saw absolutely nothing that was different from any other man's tools stored in his garage, just more of them. He looked carefully at the tracks where the automatic door's rollers were snug against, first on one side. He saw no roller tracks that indicated that the door was ever off track. He then looked at the other side and one of the track flanges had been bent out and then bent back in so that as many as four of the rollers could have been bumped off track allowing entry from the outside into the garage. Once that was achieved the trespasser could have easily put the rollers back in place and straighten up the flanges with several tools Tom had neatly laid out, picked up the murder weapon, and exited through the house. If the Perp were wearing gloves, there would be no tracks inside the garage. Except, the initial break performed from the outside could not have been made by a gloved hand. Riley smiled to himself and suddenly came alive.

He took several pictures using flash of the flange showing that it had been bent out then bent back in. He texted the best one to Thurston. He then dictated the caption into his iPhone 'Case against Tom Dominick not solid as initially thought by police. Suggest they have a fingerprint specialty crew completely canvas the garage door in and out side on the passenger side where the roller track flange has been bent out and then re-bent into place. Its as if someone else broke in stole and used Tom's specialty hammer to commit the murder.'

By this time Lisa had gotten up from the couch and was standing at the garage door. She had heard Riley dictate the message into Siri on his cell phone and began loudly crying again. 

Riley came back into the house from the garage and sat down beside her on the couch asking himself, ["What the fuck is wrong with this slut now?"]. Forcing himself to be completely calm, he asked, "Lisa, are you ready to answer my last question now?"

"I can not. He will kill me. Mr. Riley. I heard your conversation and I know who breached that garage door because he has the strength of a gorilla. But if I tell you, he will kill me. He called me early in the evening and told me those very words."

Riley asked, "Who will kill you? Lisa, this goes no further than me. I promise you the police will not find out who you suspect from me."

She thought for a moment as if she were expecting her imminent death and began talking rapidly. She said, "There is a Wholesale Hospital Supply salesman, George MacDonald, and we have been lovers once a month during the past five years while locked together in the high-value items store room at the hospital where I work." She concluded by saying, "Last Wednesday I was very keyed up about my dance partner Gerald and our two division championship wins and didn't want to go into the high value room. But we did for one last time and afterwards I told George I wanted to break off our monthly affair to try once again to make my husband love me. MacDonald calmly agreed and I felt free and clear."

Riley suddenly felt nauseous and excused himself to use the bathroom. When he returned, he asked, " What terrified you so much, Lisa?"

"Just before Mr. Thurston called, George MacDonald called me on our home phone - the first time in five years - and said, 'If you get me involved in a murder investigation, I am coming after you.' That's all he said and hung up." After Lisa named his company, she said, "He is 6'7" and can crush my whole body with his two hands. I am a dead person. So be it. But now its even worse! I realize now that my husband didn't murder my dance partner, it was George because he is so strong until bending the metal guiding the garage door rollers would be nothing for him. I feel so rotten now that poor Tom has taken my treacherous behavior resulting in my coldness to him in our marriage bed for all these years, all the while supporting me in my effort to become a top dancer - both morally and financially - and was arrested falsely because of my treachery. Mr. Riley, I am so ashamed until I want to die."

"Lisa, you and Tom will get past this. That is no way to talk. Look. Dawn is coming up as we have been talking and visiting all night. Both of us are desperate for sleep and we are hungry as well. I need to take a walk to clear my brain while I figure out what our next step is. At this point I can only say that you might die, Lady, but it won't be from the hands of a supply salesman. If you are up to it, fixing us some breakfast would be nice so we can eat when I return from my walk. "

"I am up to it and will have it waiting."

Fifteen minutes later, Riley returned and said, "Lisa, the conversation about a Supply Salesman never happened. Listen carefully, it never happened!"

"O.K., Mr. Riley, I trust you. Now lets eat."

Afterwards Riley sat on the couch dozing. He was awaiting a call from Thurston early this morning, and didn't want to leave the distraught lady. Lisa had retired to her bedroom. He was awakened out of his dozing about 10:15 with a sound of a car stopping in front of the house. It was the sleaze attorney, Thurston, and another man he didn't recognize. The stranger unlocked the door with his key as both came into the room. Thurston said, "Tom Dominick, meet Private Investigator Sidney Riley. You can thank him for being freed this morning."

Tom pumped Riley's hand and profusely thanked him. Riley said, "Lisa might have finally fallen asleep after a very bad night as you might imagine."

Tom excused himself and went up the stairs to their bedroom and closed the door behind him. Thurston said to Riley, "You've earned your pay this time. Thanks for taking the initiative. A fingerprinting crew will arrive here about 11:00."

"Thurston, about that. If a single set of prints not belonging to one of the Dominick's shows up, try to have them identify it via the National and state Database. If that doesn't work, ask J.J. Kersh or his administrative assistant to call me after 2:30 this afternoon. I might be able to help."

Riley arrived at his home, bathed and shaved, and collapsed in his bed turning off all ringers. At 2:30 P.M. his alarm went off. He turned on his ringer and there were no messages. He got up and refreshed himself and later sat down to drink a breakfast yogurt when his cell phone rang. 

"Sidney Riley."

Jenny Young, who was the State Police Detectives Division Administrative Manager, said, "Sidney, there was one set of spurious fingerprints but they had no match at National or State. " 

Riley thought for a moment and said, "Will you ask Chief Kersh to post on local news that 'police are looking for the person who left the prints on the garage door. They have identified him but so far are unable to find an address for him.' My goal is for him to start running scared thinking that the police are closing in on him. Also, I need an enormous and armed officer to meet me at the Dominick house just before dark in case the Perp doesn't believe he left fingerprints anywhere on these premises and concludes that Lisa told them who the assailant was. In that event he will be after Ms Dominick and probably Mr. Dominick as well."

Riley was still feeling like hell, baby sitting a slut wife trying to protect her life that wasn't worth saving. But, he backed out of his parking place and began his inner conversation while driving back to the Dominick house: ["Well, if I get all of Thurston's referrals that will be a nice chunk of money I can make. And he promised...just like any two-bit politician and would be politician promises. But I am committed."]

James Goodfellow weighed 355 pounds without appearing obese, and could easily move across the floor like a dancer. His senior partner was 15 year veteran of law enforcement who weighed 175 pounds. Sidney Riley and the two policemen met at the same time in front of the accused's house and knocked on the door. Lisa opened it and smiled broadly at Riley and welcomed the three of them inside. Tom came down and met them as well to spell out his plan for the evening. He said, "Lisa and Tom will stay upstairs while the two policemen and I will watch silent TV programs with captions and zero volume downstairs. 

The husband spoke up and said, "I don't want to be alone in a room with Lisa because I am sick and very upset myself. I have been puking for two hours and feel like its the end of the road for me. So do you mind if I watch TV with you guys?"

The senior state policeman had a sense of panic on his face and looked at Riley, and asked, "May we have a private word, Shamus?"

Once they were upstairs, the Cop said, "Apparently two men were poking his slut wife completely unknown to the poor husband, who was just paying for the parties. If there is another murder committed while my partner and I are here, my career is over - and it will be a cold day in Hell before Chief Kersh gives you another referral. I insist that you stay with the distraught woman and the husband stays with us."

Riley answered, "The cuckolded husband is so fucking weak since his insides have been kicked out, until he can hardly stand up. He is no threat to Lisa. Besides, when they are alone and he has regained some energy he could still bash in her head in anger."

"Yes. But that will be after my watch! I frankly don't give a shit"

Riley said, "O.K., I will stay with her. Let's rejoin the others." 

Riley and Lisa adjourned to the lavishly decorated master bedroom upstairs. The bed was unmade and sported the finest silk sheets Riley had ever seen. Fresh flowers were in a vase. The walls were a warm peach color. Ver expensive art work hung on the wall. The P.I. asked himself, ["How could a woman with all this still play the field like a college coed?"] Riley asked her, "May I sit on the couch and you sit in the make up chair?"

"Yes. Of course."

Downstairs the trio were half way into the second TV show when they heard a noise at the front door. That was followed by the sound of broken glass, and that by the sound of the door being quietly opened. After the intruder was completely in the room the former Lineman ran at the intruder on the senior's signal and knocked him against the closed front door like like a bowling ball hits a pin. When the intruder fell to the floor groaning with pain, the Lineman sat on his stomach pinning his hands against his body. 

The senior said to the two Lineman, just hold him for the time being. He then went to the top of the stairs and called out Riley's name loudly. She appeared following right behind the P.I. When both saw the the two on the floor, Riley asked, "Can you positively identify this man? 

"Yes. He is George MacDonald, a Hospital Supply salesman, who threatened me on the phone yesterday."

The senior Cop asked, "Lisa, will you bring the intruder a glass of water in a very clean glass?"

She brought a large and clear crystal glass with only a little water in it. At first MacDonald refused to take the glass from the policeman but after the lineman crunched a couple of fingers on his other hand he grabbed the glass and drank the water, after which time the lineman took the glass away from MacDonald. The senior detective had his brief case open and produced a spray can of dust. When it was sprayed on the glass and a special light was shined on the glass, the intruder's finger prints were prominently displayed. He then got some sheets of paper out of his brief case and started comparing prints. 

"We have the right person in custody. Cuff him, big one." 

When the two policemen and the intruder drove away, Riley said to Tom Dominick, "Your and Lisa's lives are no longer in danger. Stand down."

Riley was headed for the door to leave when he turned around and addressed himself to the distraught husband, "I am glad the murderer was caught and a peace loving man like you are off the hook, Tom. But, since I have been in your shoes I know the message written all over your face is that this is the worst day of your life. Please put aside your anger and deal with the outcome of this tragedy in a civilized manner." 

Tom said, "For sure, I will get through this. There will be no personal violence towards my wife as I know that is your concern here. But, what can I do to pay you back for getting me freed and ultimately saving both of our lives?"

Riley said, " Tom, pay my invoice for 2 days of work when it comes. And, one more thing for both of you. Visualize a future where all the mental and physical harm you have experienced in your marriage will be a distant memory because both of you will be caught up in living in that future moment. Lisa, please don't tell any more lies to anyone, especially, Tom." 

Tom replied, "Thanks. I have already promised myself that that is exactly what I will do based on the sketchy information I already have."

Turning to Tom's errant wife Riley said, "Lisa, my advice to you is never tell a lie - especially talking to Tom."

Lisa said, "Thank you for saving my life. I have promised myself that I will never tell another lie to anyone."

She was crying again now as the Private Investigator walked out the door. 

The End.

Epilogue: A few days after New Years I got two Christmas cards from the Dominick's. Tom sent one giving his return address as the home I had visited. His note said, "Thanks again for what you did for me. Please stay in touch." Lisa sent one and referenced her maiden name for any future correspondence. The return address was a rural route in Western Pennsylvania. Her note said, "Thanks again for saving my life - twice perhaps. I no longer dance and have returned to a quiet farm life with my Mother and Dad where I grew up. When they asked about Tom and me, I took your advice and told them that the reason we divorced was that 'I had been unfaithful to Tom, because I never loved him, and that he is in the process of forgetting me and I him.' I will never tell a lie again, as I try to rebuild my life. Thanks for showing me the importance of that. Lisa" 



The Triple X Games



This story is best enjoyed if you imagine yourself watching a televised sporting event. While there are real places and one real school mentioned, all characters are totally fictitious and it's all in good fun-NOT to be taken seriously. 

I had a lot of fun writing this silliness-hope you enjoy! Comments and feedback are cherished!

All characters are over 18 years of age.

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THE handsome man with the perfectly coiffed hair watched as the PA counted off the last seconds before air time. He paused for a moment, then lifted the microphone to his lips, a welcoming smile blooming across his face.

"Good evening, sports and sex fans!" he started with enthusiasm. "Welcome to beautiful Butte, Montana, and the 14th annual Triple X Games!"

The camera pulled back to reveal a lovely, dark haired young lady standing next to him, holding her own microphone and wearing an identical gold polo-style shirt.

"I'm Jeremy Holmes," he continued, "and with me again this year, the lovely Leslie Lynn."

He turned slightly in the woman's direction. "Leslie, this should be a great year of competition."

Her smile was dazzling. "Indeed it should, Jeremy! We've got eight terrific squads ready to do battle, including five schools that have never been here before."

Jeremy took over the narrative smoothly. "For those unfamiliar with the rules, each team consists of six female and four male members. Each member of the winning squad will receive a full two year scholarship, or the cash equivalent if they graduate. In addition, the winning school will receive a $25,000 dollar donation to their general scholarship fund."

"And this beautiful trophy," Leslie continued as the screen shifted to show a graphic of a four-foot high, classic style trophy with male and female figures on top, their arms raised triumphantly. "There are eighty young players ready to test their physical and sexual abilities to win that prize for their school."

The shot cut back to the announcers as Jeremy spoke. "Leslie, it looks like the teams are coming out onto the field, so why don't we tell our viewers a little bit about them?"

There were cheers behind the duo as groups of young men and women, clad in t-shirts and shorts in their school colors, emerged from the tunnel and dashed out into the stadium, smiling and waving cheerfully to the crowd.

The camera panned back as the teams spread out on the field to stretch, warm up and psych up, then up popped a photo of a team wearing red.

"We start with the teams here for the first time," Leslie narrated. "First up, the College of Upper Michigan."

A new picture appeared, this team clad in navy.

"The Thomas Wilson Academy of Technology," Jeremy intoned. "Located near Bakersfield, California, Wilson is one of this year's long shots."

The next team wore burnt orange. "Coleridge University of North Texas looks like a very strong team this year," Leslie said.

A team wearing green, all holding their fingers up in an 'L' sign, came up next.

"As you can see, Southern Louisiana University at Thibodaux are proud as can be of their home state," Jeremy chuckled.

A team in black shirts with a white 'T' on the front was next.

"The Tennessee Institute of Technology and Science is the smallest school competing this weekend, but they claim their girls have the biggest...hearts," Leslie joked.

As a picture of a team in brown shirts came into focused, Jeremy took over the narration.

"Those are our first-time competitors. Ferguson University of Central Kansas is making their fourth trip to the Games, and are determined to get their first title."

A team of extremely clean-cut, wholesome looking young men and women, wearing white shirts with an easily recognizable blue 'D' on the front, popped up next.

"Duke University is making their record twelfth appearance at the Games, and as always they're one of the favorites."

"Why is that, Leslie?" Jeremy asked.

"Well Jeremy it's a sex competition, and everyone knows Duke sucks."

The two shared a quiet laugh as the final team picture appeared, ten women and men wearing grey.

"And finally, Salt Lake University at Taylorsville are back to defend the championship they won last year," Jeremy finished.

"Good luck to all our great teams!" Leslie said with enthusiasm. "And now let's go down to our on the field correspondent Annette Parker to tell us about the events and the scoring. Annette?"

The shot cut to a slightly older, very busty blonde woman wearing a long sleeved version of the Games gold polo.

"Thanks Leslie and Jeremy! The eight events are spread over two days of competition. Each competitor is selected at random by the judges. First place in any event is worth 15 points, second is worth 10, and third nets you 5. In the event of a tie, two players from each team will be chosen to play a ten-question game of Jeopardy!"

"Annette what's the mood like down on the field? How do the teams look?"

"Jeremy there's a lot of excitement, a lot of enthusiasm, and some nervousness. The players know there are some very difficult, grueling events to come, and they have no way of knowing what events-if any-they'll be selected to compete in."

There was activity in the background, volunteers placing thin mats on the ground.

"It looks like we're almost ready to begin. Annette I couldn't help but notice most of the female competitors are...how shall I put this delicately? More like shot putters than gymnasts."

The lady reporter smiled. "That's true Jeremy. The general opinion is that, for women, having wider hips and pelvis is an advantage in many of the events. This first one is a good example. We're set to start the Pole Vault!"

"Thanks Annette we'll be checking back with you shortly."

"Leslie, explain our first event to the viewers at home."

"Glad to Jeremy," she began as the screen showed first male competitors laying down on the mats in two lines of four, then women from the first two schools stretching and jogging in place to warm up.

"The rules are simple. Each girl must go down the line, taking each boy's cock all the way inside. It's a race-whoever finishes first wins and will go onto the finals tomorrow."

A women in a striped referee's shirt stood next to each woman preparing to race.

"If one of the male 'poles' has an orgasm, or goes limp, it costs his team ten points, and disqualifies the school in this event. As always, the referee's decision is final."

The boys were each attended by a female teammate, most of whom were squeezing and caressing the bulges in their shorts, getting them hard and ready for their role in the race.

From the PA came the announcement-"Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome our first two racers. First, representing the College of Upper Michigan, Jewel Anderson!"

There were cheers as the heavy-set girl waved to the crowd.

"And from the Thomas Wilson Academy of Technology, Danielle Brown!"

A tall, athletic black girl waved nervously, her expression a study in concentration.

"Ladies, are you ready?" the PA asked, and they both nodded, their hands at their hips.

"On your mark!"

As the traditional countdown began, the boys on the ground pushed their shorts down to their knees or lower, revealing eight cocks of a variety of length and thickness.

"Get set!"

Self-conscious in front of the crowd, and nervous about the impending race, a couple of the boy's erections flagged, and quickly their female teammates took them in hand, stroking them back to full hardness.

"GO!"

Hastily, Danielle and Jewel stripped off their own shorts and scurried bare-assed to their first pole.

The referees crouched between the boy's feet as the girls mounted them. There was no tenderness, no foreplay, no joy-this was just a race.

Both girls used their fingers to pry their pussies open as they shoved down, gritting their teeth as they impaled themselves on the turgid shafts. The boys, for their part, simply lay still. None of the 'poles' were from the same team as the female participants, so their was no incentive for them to either help or hinder.

Jewel shook her big ass as she forced herself down the first cock. Danielle had her eyes closed, grunting with effort, the short, thick pole of her first boy stretching her not-very-wet tunnel.

"Good!" Jewel's referee shouted, and the girl hauled herself up and off the prone boy's body, crawling to the next pole as the crowd cheered wildly. The player she had taken inside her groaned and rolled onto his side, his hands clutching his sore member. Jewel straddled the second boy, grabbing his cock and shoving it unceremoniously up into her pussy.

She had him half-way in before Danielle's officiant shouted out her own "Good!" and the black girl was allowed to move to her second pole.

"Upper Michigan with an early lead here," Jeremy was saying, "but it looks like she'll have quite a challenge when she gets to her third pole!"

Jewel felt her buttocks touch the second boy's thighs a heartbeat before the referee again shouted out "Good!" The racers faced each other, and Danielle could see she was falling further behind. She cried out as she shoved her hips downward, desperately trying to close the gap.

Jewel's eyes went wide in amazement when she saw the third pole. The player from Ferguson had the biggest cock she had ever seen. It jutted up from his loins a full ten inches or more, and to her despairing eyes looked as thick as a baseball bat. 

"For the team," she muttered to herself as she swung her knee over his body.

"That boy has a monster!" Leslie offered breathlessly as the Upper Michigan contestant tried to take him in. Danielle got the go-ahead from her referee and quickly scuttled to her own, much more normal-sized third pole as the thick knob of the Ferguson boy's cockhead popped into Jewel's pussy.

Jewel licked and spit on her hands, snarling with competitive fury as the cock refused to slide into her. She stroked his member with her left hand, lubing it with her saliva, and with her right fondled her own clit, desperate to add some much-needed moisture to the coupling.

Danielle smiled as she watched her opponent struggle. She was surprised to find the event was turning her on, and her wet pussy was swallowing her much smaller pole with ease.

Jewel was forced to fuck up and down the giant cock beneath her, gaining a mere inch each time she pushed down. Her eyes rolled back in her head as the huge pole stuffed her full to overflowing.

In dismay, she heard the other girl's referee sing out "Good!', and could only watch helplessly as Danielle took the lead.

Frantically, she reached down and grabbed the Ferguson boy's hips, screaming in pain as she yanked her body down his cock-but it worked! Her official called it good, and she went to leap off, only to get stuck half-way up. She had to put her hands on the boy's chest and shove to get her body to release his massive pole.

It was too little, too late. Danielle was on the verge of orgasm, and her soaked pussy sank down her last pole in moments. Before Jewel could really get started, the heat was over.

"Winner!" Danielle's referee cried.

"Wow, what an exciting race!" Jeremy enthused as the two competitors shook hands, and all the participants staggered off to find ice packs. "We're off to a fantastic start!"

The theme music started to blare.

"Much more to come after these important messages."

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"OUR racers for heat number two," the PA droned as eight new young men stretched out on the mats and pushed their shorts down.

"From Coleridge University of North Texas, Holly Cooper."

A short, chubby brunette, her long hair tied back in a thick braid, gave the crowd a dazzling smile and clasped her hands over her head confidently.

"And from Southern Louisiana Thibodaux, Traci Davis."

A very tall young woman raised a hand in response to the crowd's cheers, then rolled her shoulders and did a little jog in place. She towered over her opponent, nearly a foot taller.

"Jeremy, who has the advantage here?"

"Well Leslie," the announcer answered as the PA chanted down to GO!, "Traci's height might give her an edge moving between poles, but when she gets to one she's got a lot longer way to go. I'd say height in this race is more of a handicap than anything."

The veteran announcer's comment proved prescient. Tall Traci was quicker to get to the first pole, but while she struggled to even get into a good position to take it, chubby little Holly quickly took an insurmountable lead, slamming her compact body down each pole and finishing while Traci was still moving between her second and third boy.

"Wow! What a fantastic performance!" Leslie gushed up in the booth, and as if in agreement, the PA intoned "Holly Cooper of Coleridge has just set a new Triple X Games record in the Pole Vault event."

There were screams and shrieks from the audience and the grinning girl took a quick victory lap, still nude from the waist down, before being engulfed by hugging teammates.

As they set up for the third heat, Jeremy threw it down to Annette on the field for a special report.

"One of the things people want to know about is how the Games prevent cheating. As you know, two days before the competition begins, the teams are sequestered in their lodgings along with a neutral observer. Their bags are very carefully searched before the lock-in starts, and only food, drinks and medications approved beforehand by Games officials are allowed."

The woman smiled and continued. "The morning before each competition, the teams shower, and each female competitor uses a bidet. This is to prevent the use of any foreign substances, such as lubes or oils."

"Thank you Annette," Jeremy said. "The Triple X Games are proud that in all their years, there have only been three cases of cheating, and in each case the offending schools have been permanently banned."

Racers from Duke and the Tennessee Institute of Technology and Science were being introduced. The Blue Devil's Careena Ellis looked nervous and sheepish, but Bunny Fisher of the Institute was bouncing with excitement. This was the event she'd been hoping to be selected for. She'd been practicing all year, bouncing her way down rows of as many as thirty cocks. Bunny smirked at the girl from Duke, thinking 'you have no chance against me!'

But Bunny had underestimated the Duke player. Careena threw herself onto each pole with reckless abandon. The two girls were neck-and-neck when they reached the final guy.

"What a great contest!" Leslie chirped as the crowd howled encouragement for their favorites. Fearlessly, Careena kicked her feet out in front of her, letting gravity and the weight of her body drop her down. Both her and the unfortunate boy under her groaned in audible pain, but her referee shouted out "Good!" moments before Bunny's.

The unhappy loser slammed her fists into the grass in anguish. She had given herself that horrible slut reputation only to fail!

"That was as close a race as you'll ever see!" Jeremy said enthusiastically. "I thought we'd need to go to the replay just to see who won!"

The final heat was much less eventful, as Roxy Green of Taylorsville got the defending champs into the Finals, easily out-pacing Krystal Hill of Ferguson.

"And so the final four is set! Tomorrow, players from Thomas Wilson, Coleridge, Duke and Taylorsville will meet for the Pole Vault title and 15 all-important points."

"It should be a great finals Jeremy," Leslie added. "And the final race is always intriguing because, with four racers going at once, by neccessity each player will have one pole from her own team-and one from a rival team."

"Strategy and gamesmanship become huge factors in the finals!"

Finishing his commentary, Jeremy turned and gave the camera his most charming smile, holding up a small package.

"We'll be right back after this message from one of our new sponsors...Hard Rain ED Cream. Hard Rain! It's so effective the Triple X Games have banned it's use."

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"We'll be set to go with our next exciting event in just moments, but first...Leslie you were at the pool yesterday for the first contest of the Games."

"Yes I was Jeremy. For obvious reasons, the Synchronized Swimming event is held at a different venue. I was there for that great competition and filed this report."

The screen changed to a video showing Leslie in a red one piece swimsuit, standing in front of an Olympic-size pool.

"Synchronized Swimming is one of the most popular, and most challenging, of the Game's event. The competition this year was fierce, and we've got the highlights!"

The video changed to show eight nude couples, awkwardly trying to arrange their bodies just right as an audience watched intently.

"The rules of Triple X Games Synchronized Swimming are simple. Two male and female contestants are chosen from each team. They pair off, and must be in full penetration intercourse in order to compete. Once the duo is coupled, they are tied together to keep the male inside his partner."

At each end of the pool, couples were standing, crouching or kneeling as volunteers wrapped and tightened belts around their waists and upper thighs.

"It's a relay race. The first couple must swim the full 25 yards of the pool together and touch the wall. Then their teammates swim back to the start together."

A starting gun fired, and sixteen young people dove and fell awkwardly into the water.

"As you can see, there are two positions used most commonly in this event. Some couples are face to face, and use a side-stroke motion to move through the water."

The camera zeroed in on the duo from Taylorsville, the man tied behind his female partner.

"A few schools swear by what we call the Doggy Style Dog Paddle-including Taylorsville, who won this event last year on their way to the championship."

The video jumped ahead to show the first pair from Thibodaux hitting the wall, allowing their teammates to begin the final lap.

"Kandi Jones and James Herkenhoffer of Thibodaux swam a fantastic first leg, giving their team the lead."

The screen then changed to a pair struggling just to keep their heads above the water.

"Sadly for Coleridge, their team of Vikki Knox and John Marchelletti had a very disappointing showing."

The video cut one more time, to show a very close finish.

"In the end," Leslie said in the background, "the blazing speed of Karla Larson and Robert Buckdannamon of Thomas Wilson was the difference, as they overcame their early deficit to pull out the victory."

The two hugged and kissed joyfully in the water as all their teammates dove in to congratulate them.

The screen switched to a graphic showing the final results.

"Thomas Wilson gets the big fifteen! Thibodaux gets ten points for second place, and Duke five for third."

They cut back to the stadium and the live coverage.

"Thanks for a great report Leslie! We'll be back with one of my favorite events, the Tug of War, after these important messages."

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The commercials ended and the show returned, not with the now familiar faces of Leslie and Jeremy, but with shots of Greek frescoes showing athletic competition.

"Tug of War is one of mankind's oldest sporting events," Jeremy narrated. "And here at the Triple X Games, we've given this ancient contest a sexy twist!"

"You really like this event, don't you Jeremy?" Leslie asked, gently teasing.

"It might be my favorite! For more, we go back down to the field to the lovely Annette."

The camera shot showed two pairs of couples, wearing only T-shirts, gloves and shoes, gathered around a long rope with a red flag tied in the center.

Annette began to speak. "Our version of Tug of War features four contestants on each side. There are two ways to win-first, the traditional way of pulling the flag to the victory stripe," she said as the camera zoomed in on white lines painted on the ground, ten yards apart.




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"Or, you can win by pulling hard enough that one of your opponents pairs become uncoupled. Because in the Triple X Games Tug of War, the male contestants must stay inside their female partner, or the school is disqualified!"

Jeremy took over the commentary. "This is an event that demands strength, concentration and teamwork."

"Tug and thrust," Leslie joked, and they both laughed.

They let the PA give the player introductions.

"Introducing first, from Coleridge University of North Texas, Nikki Miller, Misty Nelson, Mike Falmandejus, and Bill Tomvinovich."

There were cheers as the four players waved.

"And from Duke, Fawn Olson, Bubbles Parker, Dave Elamandeson, and Rick Carpeltiere." 

A mixture of cheers and good-natured boos rained down from the audience. The Duke players laughed and waved, accepting and reveling in their roles as villains.

The two teams got into position, each of the girls kneeling so their partner could enter them from behind. There was a referee close to each couple, ready to make certain the male stayed inside his teammate's pussy, and a fifth referee by the flag.

As the players adjusted their grip and waited for the sigal to begin, Jeremy began commentating again.

"Our teams are using very different strategies. Coleridge have spread apart, one team at the end of the rope and one right at the penalty line. Duke, on the other hand, have both pairs in the center of their half of the rope, right next to each other."

"It looks like Duke has a definite size advantage," Leslie added. "Fawn Olson and Rick Carpeltiere are two of the biggest players in the entire competition."

"Well you know what they say Leslie-it's not the size of the dog in the fight."

"Oh, I wouldn't call any of these gorgeous players dogs," Leslie said in a seductive voice, and her partner chuckled.

At last, the red flag steadied in the exact center of the no-man's-land, and the middle official flung his hand in the air.

"GO!" he yelled, and with grunts of effort, both teams dug in for the contest.

"A good clean start!" Jeremy said.

Both teams were trying to get a rhythm going, and the chants of "and...PULL!" from the Duke side fought with the Coleridge cries of "one, two, THREE!"

"Duke with an early advantage!" Leslie sang out as the red flag jerked a foot towards the Blue Devils side.

The referees hovered as close as they dared, making sure each female contestant kept her partner's cock inside her.

"Oh! Big break for Coleridge!" Leslie cried as the Texas school made up all the lost ground and then some.

"Great pull by Coleridge," Jeremy agreed, "they saw the Duke pair of Parker and Elamandeson had to pause and adjust to make sure they didn't come apart, and they took advantage!"

The contest settled into a grim war of endurance, the red flag bobbing back and forth through the same six inches of air.

"What an epic battle!" Jeremy enthused as the contest reached the five minute mark. "Those five yards to victory must look like a mile!"

All eight contestants were gasping, their bodies slick with sweat. The male competitors were struggling not just to pull the rope, but also to maintain their erections, and their female partners were expending more effort keeping their half-hard partners inside them than they were on pulling.

"Duke's trying for a big push!" Leslie exclaimed.

The Duke team was going for broke, trying to end the contest. They increased the speed of their pull chant and yanked furiously, sometimes screaming with effort.

"Coleridge needs to hang on here! They're digging in hard!" Jeremy answered. The red flag was only two or three feet from crossing Duke's finish line...

And the assault seemed to peter out. The Duke team was still changing and tugging, but made no more progress.

You could hear the Coleridge captain shouting instructions to his team, and they began their own offensive.

"Coleridge is trying to answer!"

The girls on the Coleridge side of the rope stopped worrying about pulling. Instead, they let the man yank, and concentrated on grinding back, keeping their partner's cock inside them. One of the girls even took one hand off the rope and pressed it to her groin, manually holding her teammates nearly flaccid organ in place.

Duke struggled valiantly, but they were out of gas. They'd used up their strength, and inch by inch the red flag moved towards the Coleridge finish line.

And suddenly, it was over. Poor, exhausted Bubbles in the very front of the Duke team couldn't hold out any longer. A powerful jerk sent her sprawling forward, breaking contact with the boy behind her.

"It's over! It's over!" Leslie shouted in the booth.

"An incredible win for Coleridge!" Jeremy added.

"Winner, Coleridge, twelve minutes and seventeen seconds," came the PA announcement.

The players lay where they had fallen, too spent to even celebrate. The front Coleridge pairing didn't even have the strength to disengage-they just lay on their sides, gasping and groaning.

"What a battle!" Jeremy practically shouted. "And we've still got three more to go-right after this!"

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The second round featured Thomas Wilson Academy facing off against the Tennessee Institute of Technology and Science. It also featured something no one could remember seeing before in the Tug of War. 

Just past the seven minute mark, with his team more than half-way to victory and seemingly dominating the match, Wilson player Charles Kestleringer began to howl and buck. He actually let go of the rope to grab Skye Peterson's hips and thrust into her.

The Tennessee team took advantage, mounting a furious rally, and their pulling dragged Skye away from her partner, letting the crowd in the stadium and on TV see ropes of cum spray from Charles' cock onto her back and buttocks as the referee declared the win for the Institute.

"Amazing!" Jeremy was saying up in the booth. "We'll double check, but I'm fairly certain no male competitor has ever climaxed during a Tug of War before. Tough way for Thomas Wilson to lose!"

"But what a way to go," Leslie joked.

The last two semi-finals were less eventful. Upper Michigan got a break when the random draw process selected four of Taylorsville's smallest players, and made short work of the defending champions.

Finally, Ferguson won a hard-fought match against Thibodaux, taking an early advantage and never allowing the Louisiana team to recover.

"So the semi-finals are set! Those matches will be the finale of today's action and take place simultaneously, side by side as Upper Michigan meets the Tennessee Institute, and Ferguson takes on Coleridge." Leslie told the viewers at home.

"Each team will have four new players selected to compete in the next round," Jeremy segued. "And speaking of new," he continued, holding up a bottle with a pump handle, "Touch of Joy body oil now comes in four new flavors-peach, apple spice, pineapple, and mango. Touch of Joy-for joyful couples!"

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"Well Leslie it's time to give some points. All eight teams will be competing in our next event-the Sack Race."

"This fifty-yard sprint is a tremendous test of the male players strength and endurance. Luck of the draw plays a huge role. Each team is hoping to get one of their smaller girls paired with one of their stronger men."

"Let's go down to the field for the introductions of our competitors."

Eight bottomless couples stood in their lanes on the track, next to eight burlap sacks. Each of the female racers was buckling a bicycle helmet onto her head as the PA began to drone.

"In lane 1, for the College of Upper Michigan, Diamond Rogers and Joe Careamara."

"Oh, tough break for Upper Michigan," Leslie said in a golf announcer's voice, "she's a big girl!"

"In lane 2, for Thomas Wilson Academy, Cally Smith and Tom Bartholomew."

"Thomas Wilson has to be happy about that selection," Jeremy mused. "He should have no trouble carrying little Cally."

"In lane 3, for Coleridge University, Ruby Thomas and Chris Papolopous."

"No problem there," Leslie said. "Chris is one of the strongest players in the field. He can carry even a heavy girl like Ruby with ease."

"In lane 4, for Southern Louisiana Thibodaux, Scarlet Upton and Dan Larpenberger." 

"Dan carries a 4.0 GPA in Enviromental Studies," Jeremy informed the viewers.

"Impressive," Leslie added as the camera panned to the next racers.

"In lane 5, for the Tennessee Institute of Technology and Science, Jade Vaughn and Paul Matthewson."

"Jade was born in Cambodia," Leslie said, "came to the US with her parents when she was just a toddler."

"In lane 6, for Duke, Daisy Wilson and Mark Vemallisky."

"Daisy' father is a member of the North Carolina House of Representatives," Jeremy said.

"This probably won't help his political career," Leslie chuckled.

"Maybe if they win the race," Jeremy joked, and the two announcers shared a laugh.

"In lane 7, for Ferguson, Heather Young and Don Bjorgen."

"Another fortunate draw," Jeremy said. "She's a tiny little pixie!"

"And in lane 8, for Salt Lake Taylorsville, Desiree Zane and George Hiffelmeyer."

You could hear the referee cry "One minute!" and the racers began to caress and fondle each other, working towards quick arousal.

"Jeremy, I'm sure many of our viewers are wondering why competitors don't touch themselves or their partners well in advance of the contest? It seems like it would be a big help."

"Absolutely forbidden Leslie," Jeremy answered. "By the rules of the Games, no sexual activity of any kind is allowed except during the competition. It keeps the contests level to have every player start at zero."

On the track, the men were taking their partners into their arms. Each girl wrapped her legs around her man's waist, and Games volunteers waited for the couples to achieve full penetration before pulling the sacks up over the women's backsides and belting them tightly in place.

"And the helmets?" Leslie continued as the racers moved to their start positions.

"At the very first Games, the racers from East Alabama Technical, Mechanical and Engineering took a hard spill, and the girl ended up with a serious concussion. Ever since, helmets for the women have been mandatory in the Sack Race," Jeremy answered.

"Safety first," Leslie said wisely.

"On your marks," the PA began, and all the players tensed.

Get set...

GO!"

As the race began, the teams split into two strategies. Some of the men took short, quick hops; others tried to crouch, gather themselves, and take a big leap before getting their balance for another.

"Wilson and Coleridge out to an early lead!" Jeremy announced excitedly. "Duke and Thibodaux right behind them!" 

The grunts and snarls of effort from the male players mixed with the higher pitched squeaks and 'oh oh oh's of the women as they were bounced and impaled on their teammates cocks.

"Upper Michigan and Taylorsville really struggling," Leslie added, "and here comes Ferguson making a move!"

"Ferguson neck and neck with the leaders at twenty yards," Jeremy continued, "OH! Duke is down!"

On the track, the Duke team had fallen heavily.

"Ouch, that was a bad tumble," Leslie said with concern. "I hope no one's hurt!"

"And another team down!" Jeremy sang out as the Tennessee Institute pair smacked into the ground.

"They haven't given up yet," Leslie said with some admiration. "Both teams struggling to get back up, but it's very difficult in that sack!"

"At the forty yard mark, Coleridge holding the lead! Ferguson and Thomas Wilson right behind them! Thibodaux is fading badly and Taylorsville has moved past them into fourth!"

"Upper Michigan far to the back," Leslie continued. "Tennessee Institute back up but way behind, and Duke have dropped out and are calling the medical staff to check on poor Daisy."

The crowd screamed with excitement as the lead teams approached the finish line. Just as Coleridge crossed for the win, the Ferguson team fell, rolling to the ground only a couple jumps from finishing.

There were groans from the spectators. "Oh, bad break for Ferguson!" Jeremy cried. The pair from Thomas Wilson crossed in second place, and Taylorsville took advantage of the fall to finish third.

"A terrific race!" Jeremy said. "Coleridge gets the 15 points! 10 for Thomas Wilson, and 5 for the defending champs from Taylorsville."

"We'll get a report on Daisy Wilson and the rest of the players that fell as soon as possible," Leslie assured the viewers.

"We will indeed," Jeremy finished. "We'll be right back after these important messages.

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The day's broadcast finished with the Tug of War semi-finals. Coleridge got an easy win when Raven Allen and Ken Carpelenthian of the Tennessee Institute broke apart early in the contest, and Upper Michigan completely overpowered Ferguson, hauling the flag across their finish line in less than five minutes.

"We got a good report on Daisy Wilson of Duke," Leslie informed the audience. "She just had the wind knocked out of her. She's a little bruised, but told us she'll be ready to go tomorrow if her team needs her."

"Glad to hear that," Jeremy answered. "What a great first day of competition! Thomas Wilson in the lead with 25 points, Coleridge second with 15, and Thibodaux, Duke and Taylorsville have all scored 5."

"Still three teams that haven't gotten on the board yet," Leslie continued, "but there's a lot more to come tomorrow. The finals of the Pole Vault and Tug of War, plus the bicycle race and 100 meter dash."

"Plenty of opportunities to score points left," Jeremy said. "None of the teams are out of it yet!"

Annette had come up from the field to join the duo in the booth, and the three gave the camera dazzling smiles.

"For the Triple X Games, I'm Jeremy Holmes. Along with my partners Leslie Lynn and Annette Parker, thanks for watching and we'll see you tomorrow!"



The Triplets



I'd like to thank a_koozie for her time and excellent editing skills.

*****

Aiden loosened the tie he had used to keep his mane of hair out of his face. He ran his fingers through the salt stiff locks and breathed in deeply. The air in Ardis Port was different than any other he had yet visited. Something made the air crisper, fresher, like snow on the wind, despite the prevailing smell of fish.

Swinging his small bundle of things over his shoulder, Aiden made his way to shore. The port was thrumming with activity; the morning catch being unloaded and either sold or salted. Skirting the fish market, Aiden went in search of the nearest bathhouse. 

The perfumed air was a welcome change to the scents outside. A young girl, who was nearly half his height, greeted him with a demure bow of her head. She was clothed in a sheer fabric trimmed with small discs of metal that made a sweet tinkling sound as she moved, her small breasts were visible through the thin material. Aiden returned her bow with a cheeky tilt of his head.

"A bath for one," he said.

She bowed her head again, but he saw the shy smile she hid as she turned away, making him grin. He was led past a curtained door into a slightly smoky, humid room. Incense pots hung from thin chains strung from the ceiling accompanied by bolts of cream colored fabric draped on the walls. He heard the sound of soft splashing and even softer laughter as he continued to follow the small figure before him.

She stopped in front of another door and motioned for him to continue through. This door led to a large room with a large bath sunken into the floor. Steam slowly wafted over the surface, the water rippling as female bodies moved through the heated bath. Distracted by the naked bodies, he didn't notice another woman had come up beside him until he felt her small hands on his body, gently pulling at his salt sticky clothing.

Aiden pulled his tunic over his head as he felt hands unbuckling his trousers. The heavy buckle on his pants fell away, swiftly followed by the brush of cloth against his legs as they were tugged off. Once his head was free, he saw that some of the other women had left the water. A few of them were armed with bars of soap, others small scraps of cloth.

He let them lead him to a wide wooden bench. One of them pushed at his shoulders, making him lay flat on the warmed wood. Slowly, multiple pairs of small hands ran over his body, spreading soap over him or dragging the scraps of roughened cloth over his skin. Aiden closed his eyes and enjoyed the attention. He heard feminine giggles as another part of his anatomy also enjoyed the girls' touch.

One of the bolder women ran her soapy hands over his swelling cock, squeezing lightly along its length, a slick finger rubbing the slit on the head of his penis. He silently thanked his dragon heritage, having gifted him with a more than generous manhood. As her administrations became firmer, he rumbled his approval, the sound amplified in the bath. The girls giggled, their touch becoming more sensual.

Aiden opened his eyes and locked gazes with the dark-haired vixen whose hands were now earnestly stroking his cock as she knelt between his thighs. When she saw his shifted eyes for the first time, the girl hesitated. His pupils had dilated to thin vertical slits and his iris' were most likely tinged with gold. Then, she slowly ran her tongue over her upper lip seductively. Flashing her a toothy grin, Aiden tugged her up onto his chest and planted hungry kisses on her red stained mouth. She returned his fervor with her own, nipping at his lips and thrusting her tongue deep into his mouth. Aiden preferred his women lusty and unabashed in their desires. The prim and reserved women of his own kind left him cold and uninterested, but he hadn't actually dared to bed one just yet. It was normal for males of dragon blood to find "entertainment" among the humans since dragons couldn't breed with them. Dragon females however tended not to indulge in that temptation or kept the fact well-guarded. According to custom, promiscuity in a female was seen as uncouth and crass.

Running a callused hand over the woman's firm buttocks, he felt her legs fall open to straddle his hips. He massaged the soft flesh with a finger and was rewarded by her low moans as her mouth momentarily lifted from his. Aiden took the opportunity to kiss his way down her body and latched onto her hardened nipple. Another thing about human females that he admired was their abundant chests. Dragon women were slim with small breasts and hips though they generally had more muscle tone than human females.

Aiden switched breasts, ignoring the slightly soapy taste on her skin where she had rubbed against him. The other women had silently retreated, leaving him and the dark-haired lady relatively alone. Releasing her breast, he claimed her mouth once more, teasing her tongue with his. His fingers stroked the soft, wet flesh of her pussy, using only the barest pressure to trace the sensitive skin. Her hips jerked and twisted, following his hand, trying to increase the pressure. Aiden obliged pressing a finger into her clutching warmth. She moaned low in her throat and rocked her hips in time with the invading digit.

He introduced another finger, slowly spreading the lips of her pussy open. Aiden felt her sharp little nails bite into his shoulders. The slight pain aroused him further. Trailing a path of light kisses down her throat, Aiden stroked his fingers in and out of her faster, feeling her quickened pants against his chest. Without removing his fingers, Aiden switched their positions so that her back was now pressed against the bench. He grinned down at her dazed expression and curled the fingers in her pussy to rub against the small ridged spot inside her. Her knees coming up with little prompting. Her legs twitched and jerked as Aiden stroked his fingers firmly against the little, ridged spot.

He was pushing a third finger into her body when she moaned and sank her blunt human teeth into his upper arm. Aiden chuckled, a deep sound that seemed to come from his belly. Her teeth weren't sharp enough to mark his skin, but the act itself was stimulating. Her body tensed and began to tremble as her release crashed through her, the walls of her pussy hugging his fingers. She gasped for breath once her body began to relax.

Aiden gave her little time to recover, before he gently pushed the head of his cock into her drenched pussy, he stroked in a few inches at a time until he bottomed out, his head bumping against her womb. The woman moaned loudly and pinched her own nipples. Aiden dropped his head and bit lightly on a stiff, pink, nipple; enjoying the sensation of her hips rocking against him as he teased her breast.

He thrust slowly into her body, her cunt tight around his cock and her hands having moved to clutch at his back. Her nails dug stimulating trails of pain down his spine as he teasingly slowed his thrusts even further. Her eyes snapped open.

"Fuck me, already!" she begged.

Aiden grinned and instead of replying, surged into her. She yelped and pulled her bottom lip between her teeth. There was no gentleness in his movements now, as he pummeled the little dark-haired woman's body, seeking his own pleasure from her flesh. All too soon, her release crashed into her again, this time accompanied by loud broken sobs. Aiden let out a moan of his own and quickened his pace even more, continuing to pump through her orgasm. Her flexing walls worked to coax out his own release. Unrelentingly, Aiden squeezed a hand between their bodies and rubbed against her clit. She crested again, this time screaming her release as her back arched off the wood and her limbs thrashed about. Aiden kept his hands moving on her as he felt his own release approaching. The pleasure burned through his body. His balls tightened and his cock expanded slightly as his seed spurted hotly inside of her fluttering cunt.

Aiden groaned out his pleasure and panted for breath. Once he was spent, he pulled his semi-hard cock out of the girl with a faint pop. A thick glob of his cum ran out of her pussy, pooling on the bench. Aiden ran a hand over her flat stomach and gave her an affectionate tap before heading towards the bath.

Some of the girls had returned to the bath. Aiden stepped into the warm water, sinking beneath the surface. For a long moment, he let the water cocoon him in the warm silence. Only when his lungs began to burn for air did he breach the surface, whipping his hair back from his face. He sighed and looked at the other end of the pool where the other women were lounging against the stone wall. He caught the gaze of one of the woman who stared back at him openly interested. He crooked his finger at her and smiled when she separated from the others and glided towards him. The ripples her body made lapping at him softly.

It was good to be back in Ardis.

(Kaleb)

Kaleb ran ink-stained fingers through his hair. He was a bit late though he knew Aiden was more than capable of entertaining himself for a few hours. Besides, if his eldest brother had bothered to give them an earlier notice of his return, Grey could have come instead of him. Though he doubted the middle brother would have enjoyed the trip any more than he did. Kaleb sighed and headed towards his brother's favorite tavern.

Aiden could have worse tastes, Kaleb reasoned. However, as he stood outside of the noisy establishment, he wondered how he could be related, much less part of a set of triplets, with the man. Mentally steeling himself, Kaleb pushed open the doors. He was already somewhat prepared for the level of noise and smell that would assault his enhanced senses from past experiences.

He spotted Aiden quickly, seated at one of the corner tables with two women on his lap. Definitely Aiden. Skirting beer-soaked tables and busty waitresses, Kaleb arrived in front of Aiden's table with little to no beer on his clothes. He had to pull one of the women from his brother's lap to get his attention.

"Kaleb! Come and have a drink. Jessi there will be happy to warm your lap, won't you Jessi?"

"I believe you've had enough for the both of us."

Aiden seemed to ignore him before shaking his head slightly.

"Where's Grey? I bet he wouldn't mind having a drink with me. You know" He paused and gave him a mock pout "Before I have to go back to that stuffy house." Aiden tried to hold the pout, but the look on his brother's face had him laughing loudly.

"Well that house may be stuffy, but you'll be living in it till the next time you go sailing off again." Kaleb drawled. "Now get up. Your mother wants to see you at least once."

Aiden gave him a dejected smile before picking the lady off of his leg. She pouted at him and tried to twine her hands around his neck. Surprisingly, he firmly set her hands away, but slipped her a coin, which sent her happily onto her next customer. Aiden gave a nonchalant shrug when Kaleb raised an eyebrow.

"A new coin is the easiest way to smooth over any ruffled feathers, brother. At least for the birds I fancy." Aiden laughed again.

Kaleb sighed when he actually found himself agreeing with his wayward brother's logic. After his brother hastily downed the last of his drink, they left the tavern and climbed into the carriage Kaleb had ridden into town.

Aiden was quiet as they were heading home. Kaleb sometimes wondered if the very thought of home sobered his brother, despite whatever quantity of liquor he drank before actually heading there. For a wanderer like Aiden, their home was stifling, but Kaleb was comfortable with his space and his own pursuits. Grey was much the same as him though he did tend to disappear for a few weeks on occasion.

As the carriage halted before the front entrance, he saw Aiden pull himself together before the door opened to let them out. Kaleb clapped a hand on his brother's shoulder and descended first. Despite their differences, Kaleb still cared deeply for his older brother, though at times he felt like the eldest, not the other way around. The front door opened, swinging outward on heavy iron hinges. Their mother appeared at the entrance. It was with relief that he didn't see his father accompanying her. She seemed to float down the steps, her silvery gown fluttering behind her in her haste.

"Aiden! Oh dearling, welcome home."

"Mother, it has been an age since I've last seen you."

Aiden embraced their mother and spun her about, nearly tripping himself on her dress' skirt. Kaleb hid a grin as they tried to disentangle themselves.

"Well come in, the both of you. You both smell like you've trudged through the gutter."

"I made sure to stop at a bath house before Kaleb came."

Aiden stopped to smell himself dramatically. Kaleb rolled his eyes. Aiden most likely smelled of cheap perfume and beer, though he hardly thought his mother would have smelled either before, let alone recognize the offending scents.

"We left the windows open in the carriage as we rode through town. Too warm not too, mother," Kaleb said.

Her narrowed glance told him she didn't believe him, but for Aiden's sake, she let the matter go.

"Now both of you need to go wash up. I'll see you at dinner. Make sure to bring Greyson as well. Sometimes I think he would forget to eat if we didn't send someone to fetch him for meals. Now off to the bath."

She pushed both of them in the general direction before disappearing herself. Aiden grinned at her retreating back before heaving a sigh.

"I really did bathe before. Quite enjoyable, really. I'll have to remember to go back again."

"That's fine so long as you don't bring Grey with you again. Last time I found him stone drunk at a filthy tavern with you already sailing with the tide."

Kaleb rolled his eyes again in exasperation at Aiden's grin.

"You could have come with us that time, then you wouldn't have had to find him. You'd have been face-down at the same table with him."

"Unlike you dear Aiden, Grey and I don't have quite as high of an alcohol tolerance."

Aiden clapped his shoulder roughly before dragging him along to the baths.

"What are elder siblings for?"

"I frequently wonder the same."

(Aiden)

Aiden was heartily grateful that he was seated next to Grey, which put him mostly out of his father's line of sight. Though he and his brothers didn't hate their father, they didn't particularly like him either, yet he suspected Kaleb was the only one that could actually bring himself to sympathize with the man. Aiden being the eldest of the triplets, had been expected to live in his father's shadow. He'd done, the opposite, having left the continent as soon as he could pay his own way aboard any ship. Any chances of him taking a seat on the council had been erased as soon as he had escaped Ardis.

Though he had felt guilty for leaving his brothers to face their father's displeasure, he had thoroughly fallen in love with the sea and the adventures it offered. Now nothing could tear him away, not even the disapproving man sitting at the head of the table.

Aiden felt most sorry for Grey, who was seated between him and their father, no doubt intercepting the looks aimed at him. Kaleb, sitting next to their mother, had taken the most advantageous seat. Though their father may be rough on them, he handled their mother with nothing but kid gloves.

Slicing into the seared meat on his plate, Aiden remembered his manners and kept the portions small, each bite neat and dainty. Meals took quite long this way, but he could hardly stuff his face and expect to keep the tenuous peace at the table. No doubt his brothers had worked hard to achieve this state. Aiden even remembered to wipe the corners of his mouth with the provided napkin.

If only his sea mates could see him now. They'd either shit themselves silly from laughing so hard, or worse, they'd actually begin to respect him. Aiden shuddered mentally at the thought though a grin tugged at his mouth.

As they ate, their mother, seemingly oblivious to the tension, chatted quietly with their father or one of them, unperturbed by their one word answers. Once the last bit of food had been chewed and swallowed, their father excused all of them from the table, escorting his wife out of the dining hall. Aiden wondered if one could get indigestion from eating in such a tense atmosphere. Though his brothers didn't look any worse than the last time he had seen them.

Once their parents had disappeared from the room, Aiden leaned back in his seat and let out a loud sigh before reaching for his wine glass. He saw Kaleb nod his head to one of the serving girls lined against the wall, before they spirited their plates away. Though this morning's fun at the tavern had been interrupted, Aiden felt quite cheery. He gave Kaleb a mock salute with his glass before downing it in one gulp.

He heard Grey chuckle, no doubt amused at Kaleb's disapproval, which disturbingly reminded him of their father.

"Can you keep yourself sober, at least for the time you have to be in our parent's vicinity?" Kaleb asked, though Aiden doubted he really expected an answer.

Setting his empty glass on the table, Aiden sighed exaggeratedly and solemnly nodded his head.

"Anything for you, dear youngest brother."

Grey snorted and rose from his seat.

"I've gotten some of the seed's you brought back to germinate in the greenhouse," Grey said.

"Have you? I thought you said Ardis weather wouldn't let them."

Aiden rose as well, hauling Kaleb with him as they followed Grey to his greenhouse.

"I was wrong. They didn't flower this year, though," Grey stated. "I think it will be a few more years yet before they mature enough."

Aiden was always impressed whenever he saw the greenhouse. Every inch of available soil was home to some kind of plant. It reminded him of one of the southern continents he had visited, where the humid, hot climate bred multitudes of plants. Ardis, though fairly mild in all seasons, was dry except for in winter.

As they moved around the different plants, Aiden listened to Grey's explanations, enjoying the easy conversation. Then he saw the coiled snake. Excited he pointed it out to Grey.

"Where'd you find one of those? I haven't seen one since we were in our braids."

Grey grinned at him and shot his hand out. Deftly he grabbed the animal by its head. Immediately, it curled its body around his forearm. Aiden stroked a finger over its silky scales. An idea formed in his head as he glanced at Grey. Grey must have recognized the look because he grinned and passed the snake over to him showing Aiden how to hold the snakes head between his fingers.

Kaleb had good instincts, because he was already pelting out the door. Aiden laughed and followed close.

"Aiden, so help me, if you touch me with that thing, I'll. . . I'll," Kaleb stuttered.

"Kaleb, really. I think it's time we helped you get over your fear of anything legless," Aiden chuckled.

Kaleb glanced over his shoulder at him, quickly turning back. Then he jumped sideways and rolled to the side. Aiden, not reacting as quickly, bowled into a group of ladies walking along the path, clutching the snake securely in his hands.

Aiden kept his body prone as he felt multitudes of feminine limbs attacked him. He was only grateful that slippers were in fashion rather than heels. Once the shrieking died down, Aiden was relieved to find that the pummeling stopped as well. He could hear Kaleb howling in laughter.

Aiden smiled sheepishly up at the flustered women before his eyes landed on his mother's face. His smile faltered a bit, but he gave her his most winning expression, hoping that would calm her a bit. No such luck. She stalked towards him, indignation visible in every step she took. Their mother was quite intimidating though she was shorter than he and his brothers, she was still tall for a woman and wasn't above using her height to her advantage.




The Triplets Custom Story



My business of writing custom stories was just beginning to take off. I couldn't believe I was getting paid to do something that I love to do. I think the fun part of it is that I never know who'll walk through my door.

Finally, I was earning enough money to decorate my office and the first thing that I ordered was a Herman Miller Aeron chair, a wrap around desk that gave me more space, and a bookcase for all the stories I've written. It was all supposed to be delivered today. I was so excited.

Then, one behind the other, three women as round as they were short entered my office laughing. I thought I was seeing triple, but dressed alike in the same flowered dresses, they were triplets.

"Hi, can I help you?"

"I'm Betty Lou; these are my sisters Peggy Lou and Mary Lou."

"With names like that, are you gals from Texas?"

Then, the giggling started. Their giggling was so contagious that they made me giggle. 

"No silly, we're Japanese-American. Our mother is from Texas," said Mary Lou. "Our Dad is Japanese. Our last name is Lou."

"How can I help you?"

"Our friend Dorothy told us about you helping her to find a man, a doctor," said Peggy Lou. 

"And we want a man, too," they said in unison. "Only, we're not fussy like her. We want any man," they said giggling.

"Just one man between the three of you," I asked.

"No silly," she giggled. "We each want our own man," said Betty, Mary or Peggy, I have no idea which. They are so identical. "We want you to write us a story."

"Okay," I said, "I can write you one story and charge you a group rate."

"Sure," said one of them.

"Obviously, for those who think that bad things come in threes have never met Betty, Peggy, and Mary, they are three of the nicest and happiest women I ever met," I started typing. "Only, guys suck. Just because a woman is not blonde, thin, and beautiful, they overlook so many women who would make great companions, wives, mothers, and friends."

"That's good so far," said one of them, "but enough with your rumination, let's get on with the story. Bring us some men," she said with a giggle and then they all started giggling.

Suddenly feeling a bit pressured albeit possessed, I was picking up on the energy that clung to the walls like electricity. It was weird. A psychic rented this office before me. As soon as I started typing, I felt inspired and the words just flowed.

"I need three men," I wrote, "for three amazing women who don't deserve to be alone in life." 

Only, I was interrupted in my thoughts when furniture movers appeared at my door with my desk, chair, and bookcase. As much as I was excited about receiving the delivery, I was saddened that I'd never return to my inspired mood to write their story. I was distracted. 

One man carried my chair. Another man carried my bookcase and then the three men carried the desk. There was something oddly familiar about these three men.

"Do I know you guys?"

"Stop with the jokes, fella or I'll bop you one. Nyuk, nyuk," said the fattest one with a crew cut.

"No, let me boink him in the eyes," said the one with a big bald spot surrounded by wild red hair.

"Knock it off, you knuckleheads," said the third one slapping the two off the back of their heads. Obviously, he was the one in charge. His hair appeared like someone had put a bowl on his head to cut it. It was then that I recognized them."

"Listen, I mean no offense, but has anyone ever told you that you three look like a younger version of the Three Stooges?"

"We get that all the time," he said. "So, we play it up." He pointed to his moving van that showed their headshots beneath the lettering, Three Stooges Movers.

"I'm Joe, that's my brother Harry, and my other brother, Shirley."

"Shirley?"

"After having two boys, our mom wanted a girl, so she named him Shirley."

Joe, Harry, and Shirley, now, that's funny.

As if it was meant to be, Betty, Peggy, and Mary, walked up to Joe, Harry, and Shirley each gravitating to one instead of the other. It was a magical moment when they all looked at one another with love in their eyes. 

"Dorothy said you had an orgy room in back," said Betty grabbing Joe by the arm followed by Peggy with Harry and Mary with Shirley.

"Orgy room, no, it's just a space with a couch and—"

They weren't listening to me. The six of them disappeared behind the partition. I needed to see, so I looked around the wall.

The women wasted no time removing dresses and the men their pants. Betty was on her knees giving Joe a blowjob, Peggy was making out with Harry while he struggled to remove her bra, and Shirley was working on removing Mary's panties. Within seconds they were all naked. Bodies and clothes lay strewn all over the carpeted floor. 

Then, the women took control of the action. Watching three identical, obese women screwing three stooges looking men was like watching the action through a fun house mirror. Their movements were identical to one another. When Betty screwed Joe, Peggy screwed Harry, and Mary screwed Shirley, then, when one turned in the 69 position, so didn't the other two. It was highly arousing to watch three women who looked so much alike with three stooge type men.

Definitely, there must be something with this office space being charmed and/or possessed because I only started writing their story when Joe, Harry, and Shirley appeared for Betty, Peggy, and Mary.

Their weddings are next month.



The Triplets Pt. 02



 Thanks again to a_koozie, most especially for her patience! Thanks as well to the readers and comments! I really appreciate any feedback.

Also a little title explanation:

Es:Unmarried Male

Esa: Unmarried Female

Et: Married Male

Eta: Married Female 

*****

(Aiden)

The room that had been designated for the dancing that evening was incredibly full. People that he didn't recognize were here as well, but Aiden figured that they were acquaintances of his parents at the least. Aiden found himself among an enthusiastic crowd of women vying for his attention, though he noted that Lady Meredith was not one of them. Slipping into his practiced smile easily, Aiden nodded at the chattering women before excusing himself as he spotted Kaleb. From the self-satisfying look on his face, Aiden figured that Kaleb had something to do with the excessive attention he had been on the receiving end of.

His brother's comment confirmed the thought.

"Evening brother, how did you fare among the husband hungry?"

"Well enough, my overall charm and good looks must have attracted them to me instinctively."

Aiden smiled as Kaleb snorted. Grey finally appeared, naturally taking a place next to Aiden. As they chatted, Aiden realized how much he had missed his brothers, though that wouldn't prevent him from sailing again. He noticed that both Grey and Kaleb were a bit distracted, scanning the gathering crowd occasionally. Aiden would have teased them about their behavior if he hadn't caught himself doing the same.

Then their mother appeared at the entrance of the hall and began announcing the recent crop of eligible women. The younger ones got the privilege of having their names shouted across the room, just in case the standing males didn't bother to know them already. From the corner of his eye, Aiden noted how Kaleb twitched at his side when a short woman was pulled to the front. Elbowing Gray, he tilted his head and saw his brother smile in acknowledgment. Kaleb wore an expression of anticipation that rarely appeared outside of his various projects.

"Anyone catch your interest, Kaleb?" Aiden whispered.

An overly droll mask betrayed him, as he replied.

"Why do you ask brother?"

"Just that both Grey and I noticed how you seemed to be staring at that new one Mother just announced."

"Nonsense. Only mild curiosity."

"Is that so?"

Kaleb didn't reply, but Aiden was too distracted by a head of black hair to continue his teasing. He was unexpectedly pleased when Meredith appeared from the crowd. She ignored him and bowed to his two brothers, both of whom looked at him as if he had lost his mind. Before they could say anything, Aiden performed the introductions, his brothers shooting him warning glares the entire time. Grinning widely, Aiden pulled Meredith onto the open dance floor as soon as the music began.

Despite his less than civilized pursuits, Aiden was actually a bit proud of the fact that he had retained most of his childhood lessons; though his most recent dancing had been to simpler music and with a much rowdier crowd. He doubted he would be able to impress Meredith with any skill in dancing, but he could at least make it fun. At every opportunity, Aiden spun her light body in tight circles, drawing her body inappropriately close to his own. Like most of dragon blood, she was tall; her head reached just below his chin even in slippered feet. She had an alluring scent, appealingly exotic and sweet.

Her light laughter surprised him, drawing his attention away from their dance movements to her face. Her brilliant green eyes seemed to reflect every light in the room, golden flecks swirling in their depths. Aiden felt himself suck in a startled breath. Suddenly, she wasn't just another dragon. She was a woman enjoying herself; enjoying the time that they were sharing together.

Entranced, Aiden didn't notice that they had slowed their dance or that he had drawn her body closer until he could almost feel her legs through the layers of her lavender gown. She caught his gaze and held it before her lips quirked up in an impertinent smirk, tempting him to drop a kiss to her mouth. But this was neither the place nor the time for such an action and she wasn't a woman to perform such an act lightly. Feeling slightly humbled, Aiden spun her once more as the dance came to a close, effectively putting distance between them. Her limber body gracefully executed the flourishing curtsy at the end.

As stoically as he could, Aiden led her off of the dance floor and returned her to an elderly woman, who he assumed was her mother. Bowing his head to both of the ladies, Aiden fled back to where Kaleb was standing alone. Not alone, he realized as he came closer. Kaleb seemed to be engaged in a quiet conversation with another dark-haired woman. She also had black hair and he wondered if she and Meredith were related. Though she was so short, he had almost not seen her around Kaleb's body.

Unsurprisingly, Grey was nowhere to be seen. Out of the three of them, Grey was the best at disappearing. Aiden was a bit surprised Grey stayed in the house at all. When they'd been younger, Grey would sleep outdoors for days until their mother made him or Kaleb drag him home for a bath and a warm meal.

The sharp ringing of a bell directed everyone's attention. Aiden turned towards the sound as well and saw that his father was standing on a raised platform. The noise in the room quieted almost immediately. His father, as always, was an impressive man.

"I'd like to announce that the Trials will be held three days from today. Also for the newly initiated, I'd like to remind you that the Trials are a time-honored ritual. Not only do the Trials prevent unnecessary casualties, it also strengthens the families and the blood. It is a time to prove yourself and grow comfortable with your shift. Everything you've learned about and trained hard for in this past year of initiation will be tested during the Trials. It is a daunting task, but you will learn things about yourself, that you could never learn from text. The last dragon standing will be considered champion until the next trial is held."

His father stepped down from the dais once his speech came to an end. He was replaced by a fairly average looking man dressed in an exceedingly expensive cut of clothing Aiden recognized from own brother's attire.

"I'd like all the participants to come forward and give me their names. Participants will be separated by age during the first round. After the first round, there will be no regards to age."

Aiden made his way forward. This would make a welcome diversion during the week. He might even be able to convince his brothers to compete. The man who was holding up the participant board shook his hand and introduced himself as Es Desmond. Aiden gave his own name before scribbling it on the board. He passed the pen to the next in line and went to find his brothers. He had to convince one of them to join at the least. It had been a while since they'd last sparred.

(Meredith)

Meredith was a bit dazed after her dance with Aiden. He had spun her around till the world seemed to be spinning with her. It was thrilling, not like the times she had partners who'd mistakenly step on her toes. She woefully regretted that slippers were in fashion at the moment. At least with leather shoes her toes didn't hurt as much when stepped on.

Her guardian, Esa Jaine, pulled her towards her next partner. Her grip was so tight on her arm, Meredith wondered if she was trying to find her bones. Jaine was her late mother's unmarried cousin. After her parents had passed away, she had been sent to live with her spinster aunt who had been her closest relative.

"Esa Meredith, my name is Es Dane. I'd would like the next dance."

Meredith eyed the man before her. He was most definitely a red. He had the trademark hair color, a dark red that shone like wine beneath the light. The gossip from earlier flitted through her mind, but Meredith didn't want to be rude, despite her previous attitude with Aiden. Though Aiden seemed to find her disrespect amusing.

She nodded slowly and extended her hand. His palm was smooth, almost as smooth as her own. She found the sensation oddly off-putting. Immediately Meredith realized that she was remembering Aiden's hands which had been calloused and rough. He had the hands of someone who worked and worked hard. Those were the hands that held memories she could only dream of.

Es Dane wore a dark cut of fabric over his torso with matching pants. Both fabric and cut screamed of money. Meredith once again found herself remembering Aiden's simpler garb. Though it had been made of quality material it had a plainer, simpler cut, emphasizing the body beneath instead of enhancing it. She gave herself a mental slap and pushed anymore thoughts of him out her mind.

Es Dane was an exceptional dancer. He moved gracefully through the steps, but executed each as if it were a chore. Meredith followed his lead easily. He said something, but the words were muffled by the music. She looked up to ask if he would repeat what he had said when she noticed that the dance was coming to an end. Her eyes met his. They were startlingly light and cold in stark contrast with his fiery hair.

She was relieved when the dance ended and he took her back to where Jaine was sitting.

"Thank you for the dance, Esa Meredith," he said. He had a deep and clear voice. 

He bent and placed his lips on her wrist. Meredith suppressed the urge to shiver. He must have seen something in her expression because he smiled then. There was no suppressing the tremor that ran through her body then, but he released her hand and walked away. Unconsciously, she rubbed the spot that had touched his lips, feeling as if she'd break out in a cold sweat at any moment.

(Aiden)

Aiden let the shift roll over him. His blood heated in a steady rush as the change took over. It only took a few moments before his body lengthened and his bones rearranged. As he settled into shape, Aiden stretched, feeling his muscles tense in a pleasant ache. Unfurling his wings, pulling the thin membrane between the bones taunt. It had been a while since his last full shift. Having been on and off a boat for the past ten years, Aiden felt he was at a slight disadvantage.

Aiden entered the sandy arena, his sharp claws digging deep into the sun-warmed sand. Unsurprisingly, he wasn't the only one here to practice for the upcoming Trials. There were many dragons that he didn't recognize scattered all about the space. Males of all colors were sizing each other up or sparring lightly. Each family tended to revolve around a certain color, despite most females trying to marry into the gold or silver blood lines. Aiden didn't care much for what color a dragon was. During his year of initiation he and his brothers had made fast friends with their age mates; most of whom were greens.

Thanks to some coaxing, Aiden had convinced Grey to enter the Trials with him. Kaleb had complained about being too busy finishing up an irrigation system to join. As he looked around, Aiden didn't see his brother's gold form among the collected dragons. Being the only family to carry gold blood, Aiden was surprised that neither of his brothers had been married off yet. Of course since he had been deem an unsuitable husband, he only had to deal with flirtation, however cold and calculating the reasons behind it were. While a child conceived outside of marriage wasn't well received, if it had gold or silver blood running through its veins, it was usually treated much better than a green or brown.

The dragons were separated into groups based upon their breeding and consequentially their coloring. There were numerous branches in both the green and brown families. The reds were more selective, but they most likely had a dozen or more families. The silvers only had two lines to their name, but the strength of their blood rivaled that of Aiden's own family, being the only golds.

The advantages of having such a prestigious blood line were apparent in dragon form. While as humans they benefited from increased strength and virility, as dragons their full potential was available. Aiden and his brothers had found that all three of them had very strong mind speech, but Grey had a particular special ability. He was able to force his mind into other peoples and even manipulate their memories. The brothers had found that out by accident when Grey had fallen into one of his rare tempers and forced his mind into a red dragon's head.

The red had stilled instantly before dropping to the ground and falling into convulsions, his eyes rolling to show their whites. Fortunately, they had been able to snap Grey out of the trance he had fallen into. Grey had been shaken at his own actions, paling when his gaze fell to the red at his feet. The three of them managed to drag the red to the healers and explained his comatose state by saying he had been helping them practice with mind speaking. Afterward, he and Kaleb had visited the dragon only to find that he couldn't remember anything that had happened in the past week. Though they had been relieved, all of them decided to keep Grey's abilities between the three of them. 

During the year of their initiation, they had tried mind speaking with their age mates, but most of the greens could only convey vague emotions and hardly any could send understandable words. The brown dragons weren't any better if not worse. Any of the red dragons had refused to participate and there hadn't been any silver dragons around their age, but he suspected they would be on par with him and his brothers. 

As Aiden paced around the arena, a male stepped up to him and raised both his head and wings in challenge. He was a red and a rather large and dark one at that, testifying to the purity of his line. The mental challenge he gave was also surprisingly clear. Aiden tucked that piece of information away and returned the gesture, agreeing to the practice fight. A space was cleared for them, the other dragons moving to stand along the walls. As one, both he and the red began to circle each other, keeping their tails and wings out of reach. Aiden could almost feel his blood thrumming hot and fast through his body as the battle fever began to build. The red pulled back his lips and snarled, sharp teeth glistening with saliva.

Aiden, returned the expression and let out a roar as well. That signaled the spectators to start up their own taunting and jeering noises. The arena seemed to be shaking with the sound of dragons. The red made the first move, lunging forward and snapping his teeth inches from Aiden's throat. He must really be gunning for blood if he was targeting vital areas at the beginning.

Aiden used his bigger body to push the red off balance, his own mouth closing on empty air as he aimed for a shoulder. The red dragon's wings were slimmer than his and were tucked close to his body to keep them from getting caught or punctured. As they broke apart and returned to circling, Aiden saw the red shake his head before snarling again.

Abruptly, the red charged him. Aiden met the collision head on, both of their respective bulky bodies thudding heavily into each other. The red managed to get a grip on his back, talons screeching against his scales. Aiden whipped his tail around and wrapped it around a hind leg trying to pull the claws off his back. The red tried to bite through the thinner scales at the base of his neck. Aiden whipped around, hauling the other dragon's weight with him.

The red used the bone in his wing to strike him on his head. The blow was strong enough to daze him for a moment and the claw in his back managed to slip off his scales and gouged into the softer flesh at the base of his neck. Aiden roared but the pain cleared his head and he finally managed to get the red to release his hold. He panted as his blood dripped onto the sand. The red grinned at him, a nasty smile full of teeth and blood lust. This time Aiden charged. He used his greater bulk to topple the red, pinning him to the ground. The red's head whipped about trying to sink his teeth into anything he could reach.

Aiden closed his jaw around the base of the red dragon's head. He exerted enough pressure to hold him still without drawing blood. If he wished, Aiden could have snapped his neck then and there. The red stilled beneath him, both of them panted for breath. For a long moment, they held those positions, until finally the red went lax and closed his eyes briefly. Aiden opened his jaws and lifted himself off the dragon.

The back of his neck throbbed painfully and blood still ran freely down his body. He watched warily as the red dragon stood back up, but almost demurely the red backed away. Though drawing blood wasn't against the rules during a match, during practice it was seen as clumsy and careless. Satisfied with the red's submission, Aiden nodded his head before leaving the area.

Once he had made it past the archway, Aiden shifted back to his human form. His torn flesh burning painfully with the change, but it would be easier to treat the wound as a human. The blood flow had slowed, but still dripped from his body as he slowly made his way out of the building. There was a building that healers used just outside of the arena. He wasn't able to make it that far. Dizzy from blood loss, Aiden had to brace himself against the wall.

He was hardly able to register the feminine voice that was approaching him until someone was pulling him down to sit on the ground. Meredith, her face deathly pale, was saying something to him, but the blood rush in his ears made it hard to hear. Aiden leaned back against the wall and tilted his head up in her direction. He even managed a faint grin as he looked up into her face.

(Meredith)

He was so bloody. Meredith pressed her hands firmly against the slowly trickling wound. Luckily, he had been cut deepest into his shoulder, merely grazing the skin on his spine. As his eyes began to close, Meredith shouted at Aiden, trying to keep him conscious. He blinked slowly at her and had the audacity to grin. She was torn between laughing at his outrageousness or shouting at his stupidity.

She did neither, instead she kept slapping his face to keep his eyes open until some of the ladies, who she had been watching the males practice with, came running up with a healer close behind. He instructed her to keep her hand on the wound until he told her otherwise. Meredith nodded her head and watched as the healer began to unpack various vials and instruments from the case he had been carrying.

Finally, he un-stopped a sickly brown liquid and forced the bottle between Aiden's lips. Between the two of them, they managed to get him to swallow most of the thick liquid. Meredith used the sleeve of her dress to clean up the few drops that had escaped out the corners of Aiden's mouth. He looked at her with a dazed expression before smiling again. Meredith's heart beat thudded loudly in her rib cage. Inhaling sharply at the sensation, she smoothed Aiden's hair away from his face as his eyes flickered and closed.

Meredith found herself staring at Aiden's sleeping face. Even in sleep, his mouth had a cheeky tilt, but his skin was turning pale and waxy. Abruptly, strong hands were drawing Aiden's body away from her. Greyson, Aiden's brother was lifting him off the ground. It was odd to see Aiden being held against Greyson, especially due to the fact that Greyson was a bit slimmer than Aiden. Aiden was also naked. She'd been too distracted by the blood to fully register that fact until now. 

Blushing, she rose and followed Greyson as he carried Aiden to the healer's building a few feet away from the arena. Only a few feet had separated Aiden from reaching the building on his own. As their growing group passed through the building, the healer firmly prevented any of the women from entering the room Greyson had carried Aiden into. Meredith was also left out. Several disgruntled women complained amongst each other. Unsurprisingly, Greyson had been allowed to stay in the room. 




The Triplets Pt. 02



Meredith separated from the women, annoyed with their complaining. Aiden had just passed out and they were indignant over not being allowed to watch him get treated? She doubted any of them would be of any help to the healer who had his own assistants at hand. Even if she was feeling anxious about Aiden, there was little she would be able to do to help him at the moment. Meredith comforted herself with the fact that the healer had said Aiden would be fine in a few moments.

Eventually, the women left and returned to the arena. Meredith sat in an arm-chair and waited impatiently for someone to come out of the room where Aiden was being patched up. Almost as if he had heard her thoughts, Grey stuck his head out and spotted her. He motioned for her to come inside and held the door open until she passed through.

Meredith hurried past, relieved when she saw that Aiden was awake. He was propped up on a small cot; his neck and upper shoulders wrapped with bandages. They hadn't cleaned up all of the blood from his body, but someone had drawn up the covers over his lap. Aiden smiled at her and beckoned her closer.

"I hear I have you to thank for saving my life, Esa Meredith," he said. His voice was a bit weak, but held the usual amount of cheer she had come to expect from him.

Meredith stood speechless for a moment as frustrated tears welled in her eyes. Clenching her hands to try to hold them back, Meredith fought to bring her disconcerting emotions under control. Aiden tilted his head and lifted a hand towards her face in concern. As soon as his hand stroked comfortingly over her cheek, Meredith's tears began streaming down her face. Her breathing turning into great heaving sobs.

"You. . .idiot! I. . . You. . .almost died!" she gasped between breaths.

Aiden's eyes widened and he gaped at her for a moment. She wanted to laugh at his utterly bewildered expression, but could only hiccup around her tears. Then he tried to draw her against his side, but she slapped at his hand. He wince as the motion jerked his arm. A wave of guilt flooded her and she found herself crying harder. He shushed her and pulled her head to his bare chest, slowly running a hand through her hair and muttering low, soothing words. Meredith bowed her head, hiding her face against his warmth, the scent of his blood strong in her nose.

She cried for an eternity, but eventually, Meredith pulled herself together. She tried to pull away from Aiden but his arms held her firmly in place, her wet cheek pressed against his now blood and tear stained chest. Aiden continued to comb his fingers through her hair. It was hypnotizing and was swiftly making her drowsy. At some point in her crying she had ended up on the bed with him, curled into his side.

Meredith bit her lip, completely embarrassed at her uncontrolled display of emotions, but disconcertingly comfortable huddled against Aiden. She breathed in deeply, wiping the tear tracks from her face. Despite the streaks of blood on his body, Aiden had a crisp, earthy scent. It reminded her of spruce needles and fall leaves.

His hand moved from her hair to her chin, lifting her face to his. Meredith tried to turn her face away, but her drew her back and pressed a soft kiss to her temple. Agonizingly slowly, he feathered his lips down to her cheek bone. Meredith held still, afraid to move and uncertain what to do next. Aiden's mouth hovered at the corner of her lips, his breath warm against her skin. She shivered as a bolt of anticipation shot through her.

"May I kiss you, Meredith?" he whispered, lips moving seductively against her skin.

Meredith opened her eyes, hesitating. Simply letting him kiss her would have been easier, but left with the decision, she didn't know if that was the smartest impulse. Most of her wanted to toss sensibility out and kiss Aiden. The other, smaller part of her, argued that Aiden was the type of man who thought of women lightly. He didn't take heed of the majority of the constricting customs the dragon bloods lived by; the rules that she herself lived by. She bit her lip as the tense silence between them stretched uncomfortably.

Meredith looked into his eyes, trying to search for a sign that he at least cared for her in some small way. This close, his eyes were a blue mystery, now tinged with the coveted gold of his family blood line. Her breath caught in her throat as his fingers brushed her hair away from her face. She could feel her chest and face color as she flushed. His eyes were patient, expectant.

Aiden continued to hold himself still, not pressing his advance. Reasoning that it was only a kiss, Meredith closed the minuscule distance between them and placed her lips against his. His lips opened slightly, gently drawing her deeper. Meredith tentatively moved her lips as well, learning from Aiden's soft coaxing. It was then that she realized kissing Aiden was most certainly not just a simple kiss.

As if he had heard the thought, a rumble vibrated through his chest. The sound seem to resonate deep into her bones, warming her insides, awakening something primal within her. Meredith recognized the mating thrum even as her body instinctively responded to it. She could almost feel her insides melting, submitting to the strong pull of his thrum and thickening scent. The combination was intoxicating.

Unconsciously, Meredith pressed her body against Aiden's, moaning as his hands began to stroked over her arms and back. His thrumming grew louder as his mouth devoured hers, his lips hot and hungry. A knock at the door made Meredith jerk away, flushing and panting for breath.

Aiden's rumble died abruptly as he grunted, his face creased slightly with annoyance. Meredith slipped off the bed just as the door opened. Greyson entered, carrying with him a tray of food. He lifted a brow questioningly when he looked at Aiden's expression, but approached the bed anyway, laying the tray over Aiden's lap. 

"Well, I'm glad you are okay, Aiden. I'll just. . ." Meredith said, trying to keep her voice even.

"You're leaving?"

Meredith glared at Aiden. She could hear the teasing note beneath the exaggerated, distraught tone.

"Yes. I have other appointments to keep," she lied.

"I'll only forgive you if you promise to visit tomorrow," Aiden said.

Meredith stopped in the doorway, shifting her weight. With a sigh, she looked back at Aiden and nodded.

"I'll come back tomorrow," she whispered.

(Aiden)

Aiden shrugged at Grey's inquiring look. With a single look, Aiden knew that Grey was conveying a multitude of questions. He decided it would just be easier to be truthful, especially since Grey tended not to nag, unlike Kaleb.

"I don't know. I feel like I'm behaving quite strange as well, but I can't help it. When Meredith is near. . . it seems like. . . I can't control these urges I feel towards her."

Grey stayed silent, but Aiden knew he was listening intently by the occasional nods of his head.

"I was thrumming before I even realized it."

That fact frightened him. A mating thrum was reserved for mates, permanent mates. The vibrations and deep sound encouraged females into being more receptive to mating and prepare them for breeding. The last thing Aiden needed was to drag Meredith into an unwanted bonding. His father would be furious and his mother would kill him. 

His wound burned from moving his arms so much. He hadn't even noticed until Meredith had left the room. Sighing, Aiden rubbed a hand over the bandages.

"Perhaps. . . you should bond with Esa Meredith. You obviously seem interested and if it is properly done, both mother and father will be happy."

Aiden stared at his brother in disbelief. On one hand, he knew that the suggestion was valid and most definitely worth considering, except that, well, he was Aiden. He was probably the least desirable husband among the dragons. All he really had was his illustrious blood-line to offer. He would not subject himself nor any female to a life married to him. He'd most likely stay long enough to fulfill his duty to sire a child before sailing off to the south again.

"Grey, this is me, remember? I'd sooner take a seat on the council before marrying."

Aiden stabbed at the food on the tray. Grey looked at him disapprovingly.

"Then, what are you doing?" Grey asked.

Aiden sighed. "I don't know."

Without knocking, Kaleb entered the room followed swiftly by their mother. She fussed over him for a moment before scolding him, almost in the same breath. He was infinitely grateful that she had not caught him with Meredith. Aiden smiled at her, trying to reassure her that he was fine. It was Grey who drew her aside and got her to calm down. Once she had been reassured that he wasn't going to die, she left, complaining about being too busy to tend to him. Kaleb only gave him a mock admonishing look, which was eerily similar to their father's.

Aiden grinned at his younger brother, who rolled his eyes and smiled as well.

"Bloodied you good. I heard you didn't even leave a scratch on him," Kaleb said.

"On purpose. Only an amateur draws blood during practice," Aiden sniffed.

Grey chuckled quietly. "That didn't stop Es Dane. He had no qualms drawing first blood."

Aiden shrugged nonchalantly. "He's a red," he said simply.

(Meredith)

"Esa Meredith, you keep touching your lip. Are you alright?"

Meredith flushed in embarrassment and quickly dropped her hand.

"Yes, I'm alright."

She tried to pay attention to the conversation, but her mind kept straying to her kiss with Aiden. Her lips tingled at the vivid memory. Meredith forced her hand to stay in her lap, but the pleasant sensation lingered. Her kiss with Aiden hadn't been her first, but she couldn't really compare it to Aiden's kiss. It had been short and polite. Aiden had given her a sweet and incredibly pleasurable experience. 

Though, she felt a stab of jealousy when she thought about how much he had practiced on other women to be so fluent at pleasuring a woman when only their mouths had touched. Meredith still wasn't sure if kissing Aiden had been a mistake. On one hand, she was quite sure another opportunity would never come again, but she doubted she would ever be able to forget the feeling of his kiss.

Abruptly, the women around her rose to their feet as Eta Celia approached their table. Meredith hastily stood as well, smoothing back her hair nervously.

"Ah, Esa Meredith, I've been looking for you. I heard you saved my Aiden today."

Meredith bowed her head respectfully to the woman before politely offering her a seat.

"No, no. I can't stay long. I've only come to ask a favor of you. You see, Aiden is quite impatient and I fear that he'll escape the healers before his wounds have a chance to heal properly. I've come to ask if you'd sit with him for a few hours. Just until he isn't in any danger of reopening his wound."

"I'd be honored, Eta Celia. Only, I'm sure one of his brothers..."

"Oh no, Meredith. His brothers are much too busy to sit with him. Only Greyson is too sweet to actually say so to his face. Kaleb, on the other hand." Eta Celia tutted and shook her head.

Eta Celia left as quickly as she had come, having successfully extracted the promise from Meredith. The ladies around her immediately offered to go along with her. Meredith could see the jealousy beneath their carefully neutral expressions. As delicately as she could, Meredith declined their offers. She lied about how Aiden wouldn't want to show the women his weak side, especially if one of them would end up as his potential mate. She mentally grimaced on that last lie as the women, appeased, chatted excitedly about the brothers.

Despite having left Aiden a few hours ago, she was looking forward to seeing him again. Her belly fluttered anxiously when she thought about the two of them alone once more. Though she'd embarrassed herself by crying in front of him, the memory was quite overshadowed by the kiss that had followed.

Pulling herself from her circling thoughts, Meredith was relieved to find the ladies were drawing their social lunch to a close. Some were arranging to visit a few designer clothing stores afterwards, but luckily she now had an excuse.

It was a long walk back to the arena where she assumed Aiden was still at. She figured that they wouldn't move him for a few days to prevent the wound from accidentally reopening. She was right. The healer that greeted her directed her to the same room.

Meredith knocked on the door. There was no response. Meredith knocked again. When silence answered her again, she cracked the door open slightly and peeked inside. The sight of the empty bed made her wrench open the door. Looking around, she found the room equally empty. The sound of the window shutters tapping against the wall from the wind drew her attention. The window was open. Shocked, she told herself that Aiden couldn't possibly have escaped out the window.

Meredith hurried over and leaned out, looking to either side for any glimpse of Aiden. He had pressed himself against the wall, bandages peeking out from beneath his shirt. He gave her a sheepish grin.

"Knew I should have closed that window."

"Aiden! If you don't get back into this bed I'm going to tell your mother."

"You wouldn't," he said a feigned expression of horror on his face.

"I would. Or worse, I'll tell various ladies that you specifically requested their tender attentions."

"Esa Meredith, you are vicious."

Meredith rested an elbow on the sill and propped her head on her hand. She shrugged at Aiden's comment, but ruined the effect by smiling.

"Well move over then. I can't have a herd of ladies tromping about. I'd never be able to get away."

Meredith raised her eyebrows, having obligingly moved out from the window.

"You think you'd escape from me?"

Aiden swung his leg over and sat on the window sill as he looked at her. His lips quirked up mischievously and his eye narrowed at her challenge.

"Easily."



The Triplets Pt. 03



 Thanks again to a_koozie for editing! Also thanks to all the readers as well as people who favorite and comment!

I'd like to apologize in advance to everyone who dislike cliffhangers. . . :D

But don't worry, next part will come soon! 

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(Aiden)

She narrowed her eyes at him. Slowly, Meredith came closer to where he still sat in the window. Aiden stayed where he was, watching her approach. The slight sway of her hips was hypnotic. A light smile played over her lips and her green eyes were ablaze with mischief. She leaned in close to his ear, her silky, unbound hair brushing against his face.

"Really?" she whispered. Her breath caressed his ear, warm and sultry.

Aiden suppressed the shiver that tingled at the base of his spine. Drawing in a breath, he inhaled her sweet scent before turning his head in her direction. They faced each other, noses a scant inch apart, trading breaths. While Aiden enjoyed sexual tension, in this case he knew that he was treading into dangerous territory. Meredith wasn't a human who he could just seduce and leave.

Sensual curiosity was written brazenly over her expression. He was hit with another inescapable aspect of the tempting Meredith. She was a virgin. Like nearly all dragon women, she was bound by the strict rules of their culture. She wouldn't have had the freedom he had as a male. He'd jump at the chance to teach her himself, but Aiden wasn't sure if he was willing to risk the consequences. He saw her eyes flicker down to his lips. Aiden made the mistake of glancing at her lips as well. Her small pink tongue peeked out and ran lightly over her bottom lip. A jolt of raw desire went through him as he imagined that tongue running over him. Swallowing thickly, Aiden dipped his head down before he could stop himself.

Her mouth met his eagerly. Where their first kiss had started gentle, this one was hungry, needy, tearing greedily at his self control. Aiden lost himself in her scent and the succulence of her lips. Her tantalizingly sweet taste was addictive. His thrumming began again, he couldn't seem to control it. It rumbled deep in his chest as he kissed her harder. It was almost as if he wanted to consume her; as if she fed a craving he hadn't known about until he had a taste of her.

Aiden felt her body lean into his as her hands stole softly around his waist. He could feel the soft globes of her breast pressing into his chest. The tops of her breasts threatened to spill out from her modest neckline. He was nearly overcome with the urge to run his tongue over the exposed portion of her breast.

His shoulder ached and throbbed with every move, but he couldn't stop his hands from tracing over the contours of her slim body. Aiden could feel her body heat through the silky fabric of her dress. His hands itched to feel her bare skin. Her hands slipped softly down his back. He felt himself yearning for her caress, to greedily steal every gasp and exhalation from her mouth. He began to release the buttons on the back of her dress, just enough to free her breasts.

They were surprisingly large, tipped with small dusky nipples. Aiden released her mouth to trail a path down her throat to her chest. Her breath hitched and her fingers dug into the muscles in his back. Aiden ran his tongue over her fragrant, white skin, teasing her by drawing wet swirls around her aureole. She whimpered softly, the sound rousing his feral half.

Aiden latched onto her breast using the tip of his tongue to flick her hardened nipple. He gently kneaded her other breast, massaging the soft flesh. Her back arched thrusting her upper body closer to his mouth. Aiden could hear the soft noises she tried to suppress as his mouth and hands caressed her body. 

Suddenly, her knees buckled and her arms clung desperately around his waist. Aiden lifted his head from her breast to swing his other leg into the room. Then he swept her up into his arms and laid her upon the small bed. Despite her height, she weighed very little. Her arms had moved to wrap around his neck. He ignored the slight sting on his shoulder as her arm rubbed against the bandages. She pulled him down with her, not that he was planning on going anywhere else.

Aiden shifted so that he was able to lift the skirts of her dress. Her short underclothes couldn't mask the scent of her arousal. He nearly shook from the intensity of his thrumming. Aiden wanted nothing more than to rip away her clothes, spread her thighs, and lose himself in her body. Running his hands over her legs, Aiden marveled at how soft her skin was. He wondered briefly if his hands were too rough.

Her underclothes were made of thin fabric and trimmed with lace. They were a bit longer than was currently fashionable, stopping near her mid-thigh, but it suited her long legs. The intricate front lacing to her underclothes was daintily tied just below her bellybutton. Aiden dropped a kiss just above the top band before trying to unlace the front opening.

Abruptly, she pressed her knees together and clutched at him nervously. Aiden looked up into her flushed face as she chewed on her bottom lip. Aiden swallowed thickly and stilled his hands.

His voice sounded coarse as it scraped out from his throat. "Do you want me to stop?"

She stared at him, her eyes bewitchingly green and slightly dazed. Her lips were a deep red and there was a soft flush coloring her cheeks. It took a long moment for her to shake her head, but her legs remained locked together. Somewhere in his desire clouded mind, he realized that if he removed the thin barrier there would be nothing to prevent him from stealing something irreplaceable. Aiden removed his hands from the simple tie, instead he stroked the soft curves of her calves and thighs.

"Trust me."

Slowly, her legs relaxed and eventually her hips began to undulate slowly beneath his touch. He kept his hands away from the closure and kissed her warm flesh through the thin cloth. Aiden gently parted her thighs and fitted his shoulder between them. He stretched the fabric tight at the juncture of her legs and used his finger to touch her through the material. She moaned and shifted her hips restlessly.

He desperately wanted to touch and taste her directly. Through the thin fabric, he traced his fingers over her pussy. The material slowly dampened beneath his touch and her scent intensified. Unable to help himself, Aiden dropped his mouth over the seam of her underclothes. He licked her through the fabric, tasting much sweeter than he could have imagined. Her scent and flavor filled his head, threatening his precarious state of mind.

Aiden probed as deeply as the fabric allowed, trying to collect as much of her taste as he could. Meredith's hands clutched at his hair, tugging him closer. Being unable to touch her skin was driving him mad, but neither did he want to stop. She began to utter quiet, little mewling noises as she bucked her hips against his mouth. Aiden lashed at her stiff clitoris with his tongue, using his lips to pull against the small bud through the fabric.

She cried out sharply and gripped his hair tightly before her body began to tremble as her release broke over her. Aiden continued to work his mouth gently over her pussy as she came down from her climax. The grip she had on his hair loosened and eventually dropped from his head. She was sprawled limply over the small bed, her hair and clothing disheveled. Aiden didn't think he'd ever seen any woman more attractive.

Aiden's heartbeat stuttered and twisted painfully in his chest. He inhaled a sharp breath. His cock ached painfully. He didn't think he'd ever been this hard. Unnerved by the barrage of emotions, he drew away from Meredith. Still dazed she merely blinked at him in surprise. 

Aiden could see the confusion in her expression, but he was quite suddenly drowning in panic and couldn't seem to get words to form in his mind. 

"You should leave. I don't think your future mate will appreciate a deflowered bride."

Aiden tried to ignore the guilt that twisted his guts as Meredith turned away and began to straighten her clothing. Aiden turned away as well to give her a moment of privacy. A sharp slap to the back of his head surprised him into losing his balance. He caught himself against the side of the cot. The wound on his shoulder throbbed painfully from all the jostling, distracting him from the throbbing in his pants.

Well, he deserved that. Grimacing against the pain in both his shoulder and his cock, Aiden straightened and turned back to Meredith. She was scowling at him. He figured that her expression was meant to be intimidating but he found it rather cute. Since she probably wouldn't appreciate that comment, he kept the thought to himself and gave her a questioning smile. If anything his smile appeared to make her even angrier.

"Do you want anything else from me, Esa Meredith? Unless you've decided to have a tousle in the sheets?"

Her face flushed and her eyes narrowed, glittering angrily. She opened her mouth to speak, but abruptly closed it. He could see her struggling to rein in her anger. 

"Come, I'll escort you to the door. I'll need to rest if I want to be in fighting condition for the Trials."

She exploded then, her slender frame almost vibrating with her suppressed wrath. "You are not participating in the Trials! Your shoulder has barely been treated. You probably can't even lift your arms!" she shouted shrilly.

Aiden bristled at her tone, which at any other time he would have blithely disregarded. 

"I seemed to have no problem carrying you onto that bed. I don't need you treating me like a child. I am quite old enough to make decisions on my own," he replied coldly. 

"I will speak to you like a child since you are behaving like one."

"No need to lose your temper. I'm quite capable of handling myself."

Her eyebrows rose mockingly. "Are you then. I find that highly questionable."

Meredith spun on her heel and left the room. She even had the sense of mind to close the door quietly. He envied her control. If it had been him, he would most likely have slammed the door so hard it would have rattled the walls. Aiden sat on the edge of the cot and sighed. His brief spurt of anger had fled with Meredith.

Guilt was back in its place, twisting his guts into knots. Aiden needed to apologize for his behavior, but perhaps it was for the best for him to keep his distance from Meredith. When she was around he couldn't seem to keep his head on straight. 

(Meredith)

Meredith sat rigidly in her seat. It had been two days since she had spoken to Aiden or rather yelled at him. The males participating in the Trials were just starting to file into the sand arena. Her eyes scanned over the dragons, unconsciously drawn towards the two golds standing side by side. Aiden and his brother were nearly identical in appearance, but Greyson was slightly smaller and covered in small pale scars all along his body.

Meredith had heard a rumor of Greyson being bullied when the triplets had been much younger, but she hadn't realized how extensive it had been. The scars on Aiden's brother looked more like remnants of torture rather than bullying. She'd also heard that both Aiden and Kaleb had beaten the culprits to bloody messes once they had found out. Unsurprisingly, the bullies had been a few red youths that had been disgruntled with the gold boys' blood status. 

Stubbornly, Aiden hadn't even bound his shoulder, his wound still an angry red. Meredith bit her lip, both worried and angry that he had still entered the arena. He was a stubborn, reckless, and entirely impossible man. A sharp smack to her thigh made her flinch. Her guardian, Esa Jaine, glared at her. Meredith released her bottom lip and bowed her head. Esa Jaine hated any form of fidgeting, that included lip biting. 

Meredith was silently grateful that Esa Jaine had used her hand rather than an object. Since Esa Jaine disliked pain herself, she usually kept any smacks with her hands light. Still the spot that had been hit stung. She resisted the urge to rub the area since it would only draw her attention again. 

The dragons simultaneously bowed their heads to the audience. Then Et Gaven, Aiden's father, began the opening speech.

"Twenty-six dragons will be participating in this round of the Trials. As spectators, we shall observe the efforts of the dragons before us and bear witness to the clash between their abilities. In respect of the audience, the participants agree to conduct themselves with dignity and honor. The matches will be decided once one of the participants concedes or is unable to continue the fight. Under no circumstances will any of the fights end in death. The dragon that inflicts a death blow will be forced to forfeit from the Trials and punished suitably."

The dragons in the arena bowed their heads once more, agreeing to the Trial's etiquette. With the opening completed the dragons exited the arena except for two green dragons. They moved to the center of the arena and unfurled their wings, roaring out their challenges. The two dragons circled each other, their green scales glittering beneath the bright sunlight. One of the greens was significantly lighter than the other.

Meredith wasn't the most informed about bloodlines, but with the current pair of dragons it was clear that the darker green dragon had the advantage. As the darker dragon pushed its opponent towards the edge of the arena, it seemed that this first round would end quickly. Then the lighter dragon reared up and snapped aggressively at the darker one. His teeth merely scraped across the darker dragon's scales. The darker dragon used the opportunity to flip the smaller dragon onto his back and pin him down with a well placed forefoot.

An excited cheer erupted from the crowd as the lighter dragon submitted. The entire match had lasted less than five minutes. The two greens left the arena, replaced by the gold dragon brothers. Aiden and Greyson faced each other in the center of the arena. They both raised their wings in the customary signal of challenge, though Aiden's wings were held much lower than Greyson's. The injury on his shoulder must be hindering his movements already.

The crowd roared as the two brothers began to circle. Golds were a particular favorite, second only to reds during the Trials. While the golds weren't as vicious as reds, their stronger and larger bodies gave them a substantial advantage to the other bloodlines.

Aiden struck out first, but slowed by his shoulder, couldn't quite connect the blow. Greyson easily moved out of range and countered with a shove, nearly toppling his larger brother. Aiden managed to recover and lashed his tail at Greyson. The blow connected with a loud crack as it struck Greyson's shoulder. However, Greyson withstood the blow and managed to latch on to Aiden's tail. Aiden roared out in pain before snapping his teeth at Greyson.

Greyson shifted out of reach, carefully keeping his hold on Aiden's tail. Peals of laughter sounded throughout the audience as the brothers moved about. Finally, Aiden managed to free his tail, loosing a few scales as he whipped it free from Greyson's mouth. Greyson gave him a reptilian grin before charging at his brother.

Caught off guard, they both tumbled into the sand, struggling to pin the other. Greyson rolled and managed to pin Aiden to the ground. Aiden writhed beneath the weight of his brother, but couldn't seem to get his upper limbs to stretch enough to break Greyson's hold. After a few long moments, Aiden submitted. Applause rang through the audience while Greyson let Aiden get back to his feet.

Greyson used a wing to buff Aiden behind the head. She assumed he was berating him from the way they were glaring at one another. As they left the arena, Aiden had a pronounced limp. It looked like his wound had opened up again.

The next pair replaced the brothers. Meredith was too worried about Aiden to pay attention to the rest of the matches. It took all her concentration to keep from fidgeting in her anxiousness. A light tap on her shoulder startled her. Meredith turned, shocked to see that it was Greyson. He gave her a small, polite smile. He looked so much like Aiden, but for the stormy gray of his eyes. 

"Esa Meredith, I just wanted to tell you that Aiden is fine and back in his room at the healers."

He was gone as silently as he had arrived. Aiden's brother was a complete mystery to her. He was polite and seemed to keep to himself. Meredith thought he was the most complex of the brothers. With Greyson's reassurance that Aiden was fine, Meredith found that she could now relax and didn't have to concentrate so much on not fidgeting. She caught Esa Jaine's scrutinizing look, but did her best to ignore it.

Meredith didn't think she would be able to explain anything to Jaine even if she had wanted too. She was just as clueless to what was between her and Aiden as anyone else. She knew that out of the three brothers, Aiden was the most reckless and rumored wild child, but he had shown her that he could be considerate and giving as well. Though that time at the healers, he had acted frighteningly cold and had thoroughly angered her with his attitude, but she also knew that, if he had wanted too, he could have taken anything from her with force.

Meredith suppressed the tears gathering in her eyes. Crying would do her no good. She had already indulged herself in tears after Aiden had so directly dismissed her after their intimate moment. After a few hours of feeling sorry for herself, she had been able to calmly analyze the situation and found that Aiden had actually been more considerate of her than she had been to him. While he had given her an incredible experience, all she had done was scream at him and throw a tantrum when he had pushed her away. 

She didn't think Aiden would willingly become anyone's mate and Meredith wasn't sure if she was ready to bond with anyone either. Though the attraction she felt towards Aiden was frighteningly strong, she couldn't help but worry about a life with someone who was away more than not. Having grown up as an only child, she knew how lonely an empty house was. She didn't want to live in a home where her only companionship would be with gossiping ladies and household servants.

The last match of the first round came to an end and the audience rose to their feet to applaud all of the contestants. Aiden wasn't the only one missing from the line up. Once the dragons filed out of the arena, Meredith followed Jaine out of the stands. They were stopped occasionally to chat with a few women that were also leaving. Despite her spinster status, Esa Jaine was actually quite connected with many of the upper dragon families.

Meredith answered any questions directed her way, but didn't initiate conversation. She was too preoccupied with her own thoughts. Quite suddenly, she found herself facing Es Dane. He bowed his head politely at both Jaine and Meredith. He didn't seem to be injured in the least. Meredith bowed her head as well, keeping her gaze from his. His penetrating eyes unnerved her.

"Did you enjoy watching the Trials, Esa Meredith?" he asked.

Meredith really didn't know how to answer that question. She hadn't really paid much attention once Aiden had left the arena. 

"Yes," she said simply.

He was impeccably dressed in dark trousers and a cream jacket. His hair was slicked back wetly from his high forehead, emphasizing the sharp planes of his face. He must have washed after his fight. Meredith forced herself to meet his icy eyes which nearly crackled with a strange energy. Despite Dane being incredibly attractive, Meredith didn't feel the pull she did when she was with Aiden. Even his fiery hair couldn't warm the chill in his eyes.

"I'd like to personally invite you to a dance my family is holding. Its tomorrow night," he said.




The Triplets Pt. 03



Meredith stared at him a bit disoriented. The invitation was unexpected and sudden. Before she could answer, Jaine interrupted.

"Meredith would be honored to attend. I assume it will be held at your family home?"

Es Dane turned his head towards Jaine and inclined his head politely, though his eyes turned even colder. Meredith shivered, relieved that she wasn't the one faced with that ice.

"Then I'll be expecting her tomorrow evening. Good evening ladies."

Es Dane turned and disappeared into the crowd. Meredith shrank under Jaine's glare.

"There is no reason for you to go for Et Gaven's son. He is nothing better than a well blooded sailor. Es Dane comes from a wealthy and powerful family. You will allow him to court you and no longer concern yourself with Et Gaven's son. If it had been any of the other brothers that would have been a different story. I should have known you would be attracted to the vagabond since your mother eloped with that green. A silver blood like hers should never marry down. You are fortunate that you carry more of your mother's blood than your low breed father."

Meredith bowed her head. Despite Es Jaine being a full foot shorter than she was, Meredith still feared her. She couldn't explain it, but the woman could probably intimidate the entire dragon council. Meredith kept her mouth shut, which usually appeased Jaine. Her guardian huffed and turned away, motioning sharply for her to follow. Meredith demurely trailed behind.

Any relationship with Aiden seemed impossible, but she couldn't see herself letting Es Dane touching her as intimately as Aiden had touched her. Something about the man set her on edge.

(Aiden)

Aiden winced as Sherry tugged the bandage tighter. He found it a bit amusing that she was quietly and steadily muttering under her breath as she treated him. Aiden hid his grin beneath a grimace as she was a bit rougher with him than was necessary. She smacked him lightly on his chest once she was finished.

"Idiot."

Aiden grinned then. He'd known Sherry for several years and she was one of the cheekiest humans he knew. Unlike most of the Ardis population, she didn't distinguish between humans and dragons. She treated each depending on the person or rather the injury. Aiden stood and bent to drop a chaste kiss on her forehead in thanks.

Sherry grimaced and batted him away though he could see the dimple in her cheek that appeared when she was suppressing a smile. Aiden slipped on a clean tunic, careful with the bandages. He gave a final wave before leaving the healers. Since he wasn't the most cooperative patient, the healers usually sent him off once they'd patched him up.

The walk home gave him time to stretch out his sore muscles and mull over his thoughts. Since he had lost to Grey, he wouldn't have to stay for the rest of the matches that would take place throughout the week. Though he should probably watch how far Grey would advance. He also needed to apologize to Meredith or avoid her entirely, but the latter option left didn't sit well with him. He didn't even know if she would accept an apology from him.

The first thing he needed to find out was where he could find her. It seemed that they were both avoiding each other. The best choice would be to ask his mother though he dreaded having to explain the reason why he wanted to speak to Meredith. He could ask one of his brothers, but he was almost certain that they wouldn't know any better than he did.

He stopped at a flower shop and looked over the large selection of cut flowers. From past experiences, one of the most important gestures in an apology involved gifts and since Meredith would most likely not appreciate money in the form of apology, flowers were the next best thing. One of the humans that worked in the shop approached him.

"May I help you?" she asked.

Aiden swiveled his head about, examining the rows of flowers. "What flowers do you recommend as an apology gift?"

The woman's brow creased for a moment as she looked about the store herself. After a moment she moved between the flowers towards the back of the store. Aiden followed close behind, the mixed scent of flowers getting heavier the further he went. She stopped next to a stand of purple and blue flowers. She lifted one of the stems from the bunch and handed it to him. The individual blooms clustered near the top of the stem.

"The purple hyacinth represents the sincere wish to apologize or atone for a wrong done," she said.

Aiden stroked a finger over a petal. It had a surprisingly resilient, waxy feel.

"I'll take a bouquet of thirty," Aiden said. 

He handed the stem he was holding back to the woman. She bowed her head deeply before beginning to gather the flowers he had asked for. Aiden turned away from her as she worked and pulled a different flower from its home. He twirled the delicate stem between his forefinger and thumb as he waited. Through the cloud of floral scent, he caught the scent of something familiar. Turning his head to look over his shoulder, he saw that the woman was busily arranging the flowers into order. Aiden returned the flower he was holding and tried to track the elusive scent.

He stopped in front of a bundle of white blooms. Bending his head forward, he scented the flowers. With chagrin he realized what had been so familiar about the scent. It was Meredith's scent. Impulsively, Aiden pulled out one of the blooms, surprised that it was attached to a rather sturdy branch rather than a delicate stalk. He grinned and brought the silky flower to his nose, inhaling the sweet scent.

"Sir, I've finished with this bouquet. Did you wish for another?"

Aiden guiltily lowered the flower and looked over the finished bouquet. It was artfully done with the purple hyancinth blooms interspersed with a cloud of smaller, white flowers. It made quite a sizable bunch.

"No, this will be all. Oh," Aiden tucked in the single bloom that smelled of Meredith. "This as well."

He buried the single bloom deep into the bouquet, shielded by the smaller white flowers. The florist made no comment and only asked him what kind of wrap and ribbon he wish for. Once the bouquet had been tied off and wrapped, Aiden paid the woman and left the store with bouquet in hand.

No sooner had he stepped out of the store when someone called out to him. He paused and waited as a man approached him. He had to be a dragon from how tall he was, not to mention the deep red of the man's hair which shouted of red decent. It was only when the man introduced himself as Es Dane, did he realize who he was talking too.

"I'm fortunate to have spotted you, Es Aiden. I've come to extend an invitation to you and your brothers to join my family's social gathering, as an apology for bloodying your shoulder before the Trials. It will be held tomorrow evening."

Aiden looked the man over. The words themselves were polite enough, but the tone behind them pricked at his temper. He was reminded once more how utterly loathsome he found some dragons to be. The red could probably spit at him and it would come off with the same offensivness. Aiden bit back the sharp reply quavering on the tip of his tongue and smiled as congenially as he could. 

"I'll have to see if my brothers are free. Thank you for the invitation. I'll be sure to let them know."

Aiden nearly grinned as the red glowered at him. Despite the aggravation gold blood had brought upon him, having the title gave him the distinct privilege and pleasure of doing whatever the hell he wanted. Within reason that is.

Giving Es Dane a curt dismissal, fully acknowledging their different statuses, Aiden turned and walked away.

(Meredith)

She stared at the purple bouquet of flowers. Her maid had brought it up to her room and placed it on her writing table. It nearly took up the entire space. The first thing that had struck her was the strong floral scent as she had entered her room. The scent was stronger since all of her windows had been closed. Meredith stroked a finger over the flowers, the petals smooth against her skin.

A small, white card had been tucked into the bouquet. Meredith pulled the piece of paper out from the blooms. It was signed simply with an "A." She looked back at the bouquet and spotted a single white bloom among the thick cluster of purple and baby's breath. She drew it out carefully and brought it to her nose. The scent of gardenias momentarily drowned out the hyacinths. 

Despite herself, Meredith smiled. Even if she was angry with Aiden, she could still appreciate the gift or rather apology gesture. A knock at her door made her jump. Meredith cleared her throat and gave permission for the person to open the door. Ella, her maid came in with an armful of folded towels. She smiled at Meredith as she bustled towards the bathing room.

"I'm so happy that I was the one to answer the door, Meredith. If that sour lemon, Matina had gotten there before I did, you'd never hear the end of it from Esa Jaine. I would be so flattered if a man as handsome as that was bringing me flowers. But I don't think he is very well versed in flower meanings. Something like roses or tulips would have been more romantic. Unless its in fashion to send purple hyacinths. I always thought that purple hyacinths were for apologizing. Come now, Meredith, before the bath gets cold."

Meredith frowned and glanced down at the gardenia in her hand. If Ella was right and she usually was with things like this, she didn't know if she was should be angry at Aiden for thinking that some flowers were an adequate apology or forgive him since he was thoughtful enough to deliver the bouquet himself. She thrust the gardenia back into the bouquet and turned her back to the blooms before going to her bathing room and slipping out of her dress. She handed it to Ella who left to hang it back in her wardrobe.

Meredith sank into the wonderfully warm water, the scent of perfumed oils masking the floral scent pervading the room. Ella returned and set about washing her hair, keeping up a merry conversation all by herself. Meredith let herself enjoy Ella's strong fingers massaging her scalp as she worked in the soap. Ella rinsed out the soap and put on a finishing oil before running a comb through her hair to loosen any knots.

Once she finished, Ella braided and pinned her hair high on her head to keep it from trailing in the water. Meredith thanked her and slid deeper into the bath until the water reached just beneath her nose. Ella busied herself by returning the various soaps and oils to the shelf. 

The warm, bath water embraced her body. Her mind ultimately went back to Aiden. She remembered how his hands had been rough as they trailed over her skin, but the friction had only heightened the pleasure. Meredith shivered despite the warmth of the water. 

When Ella returned, Meredith raised herself so that her mouth was above the water.

"Ella, what is it like for a man to lay with a woman?"

Ella turned to her and stared for a moment in surprise. She recovered quickly and smiled before drawing up a cushioned stool closer to the tub.

"Well, it is very much like any other animal. But there are more 'positions' for the couple to enjoy. The first time will hurt for a woman. The symbol of a woman's virginity is guarded by her body and the mark of it will be pain and a little blood, though if you have a considerate enough husband, he will try to make it less painful. A man is also quite different than a woman. While a woman can be seen as a vessel or a cup, the man will use his manhood to fill you. That is how the man's seed can get deep enough to implant a babe in the womb."

Meredith had sank back into the water as she had listened to Ella's explanation. While she had seen Aiden naked, she had tried to keep her attention away from his "manhood" as Ella had called it.

"Also, the man's shaft will grow as he gets aroused. Its all quite natural, as natural as a woman's menstrual cycle."

"I think I'm ready to get out, Ella."

Ella chuckled and grabbed for a towel. Meredith buffed herself dry while Ella went to get a dressing robe. While she had asked for an explanation, it was embarrassing to hear even from Ella. She was slightly damp when she pulled her arms through the robe sleeves. Ella fussed over her for a few more moments before Meredith told her to go to bed. She smiled and left her after laying out a night gown for her to change into.

Meredith dressed herself in the thin night gown Ella had laid out before slipping into bed. Strong moon light filtered in from her window. There would be a full moon in a day or two. The bed sheets were cool against her skin, warming slowly from her body heat.

Meredith laid there for a long time staring out the window, watching the moon move slowly along its path. After a while, Meredith rose from the bed and went to open the window. The cool night air drifted in and washed over her. She lifted her face into the breeze, letting the wind caress back the tendrils of hair that had escaped from the braid.

The grass beneath her window had turned to a silvery color from the moonlight. The trees as well had taken on a silvery glow and swayed with the wind as if beckoning her with its branches. Meredith grabbed a shawl and climbed out the window. The grass was cool and dry on her bare feet.

She headed towards the forest, the shivering leaves leading her deeper. The light from the moon was dimmed as it filtered through the leaf canopy. Meredith followed the thin trail that weaved between the thick tree trunks. There was little undergrowth beneath the trees.

Abruptly, she broke through the tree line and found herself facing a small pond framed by small blooming trees. White petals skimmed over the surface of the water. A soft splashing sound made her pause at the tree line, waiting in the shadows. 

A dark shape appeared from the water and skimmed through the water, ripples lapping softly at the bank. Meredith pressed tighter against the trunk of the tree as she saw the shadow approach the bank. It was only when the shadow rose from the water that she realized it was a man. He was lit from behind, casting his face in darkness. Half of his body was now out of the water. He had broad shoulders that tapered to a trim waist with large arms that bulged with muscles.

Meredith held her breath in fear of being discovered, but couldn't drag her eyes away from the man. His body looked familiar but she couldn't place a name. Then the man turned slightly, illuminating his face. Meredith covered her mouth to stifle her gasp. It was Aiden.

He slicked back his hair with one hand before sinking back into the water. She watched in stunned silence as he disappeared beneath the surface. She couldn't decide if she should run back home or wait for Aiden to leave first. She certainly didn't want him catching her watching, but she didn't want him to recognize her if he saw her running away.

Meredith began to worry when he didn't resurface after a few long moments. It seemed like it had been too long before he had come back up for air. Meredith was torn between staying hidden and going out to see if he was alright. After a few long moments, Meredith ran to the bank and tried to search the water for bubbles or ripples. The surface of the water remained undisturbed as she stared into it.

She was just about to go in after him when something shoved her from behind. She landed with a loud splash. Meredith sputtered as she pushed herself upright in the cold water. Turning, she saw a very naked Aiden watching her at the bank, his arms crossed over his impressive chest and his eyes narrowed in mischief. Meredith felt a wave of anger rush through her as she stood waist deep in the pool.

They glared at each other until Meredith felt her lips turn up unconsciously before bursting into laughter. Aiden grinned down at her from the bank and held out a hand to help her out. Seeing her opportunity, Meredith grabbed his wrist and yanked him into the water with her. Unfortunately, he was heavy enough to drag her beneath the surface with him.

Meredith sputtered on a laugh as she came back up and splashed Aiden in the face. He retaliated by dunking her under once more. She tried to swim away from him, but he grabbed her around the ankle and dragged her back. The water dragged her nightgown up her body to gather at her chest. Meredith tried to pull the fabric down to cover herself.

Suddenly, she was pulled up against Aiden's chest, her bare legs sliding against his. She inhaled in great gasps and let go of her dress to brace her hands on his upper arms. The wound on his shoulder had scabbed over, but looked much better than when she had first seen it. His rough palms slid over the bare skin on her back, making her shiver. His wet hair was plastered against his head, droplets of water clinging to the strands. He shook his head vigorously, spraying her with water. She screeched and tried to cover her eyes. He tightened his hold on her as she began to slip.

His hair stuck out from his head every which way in damp waves, darker now since it was wet. Before she could reconsider, she used her hands to stroke back his hair, his scalp warm against her palms. Her hands lingered to cup the back of his head. She became acutely aware of their naked lower halves sliding intimately against one another. The cool water did nothing to chill the heat between their bodies. Her night gown drifted about her waist and curled around Aiden in ghostly tendrils.

Meredith was unable to tear her eyes away from Aiden and the heat from his body beckoned her to burrow in closer. She felt his arms tighten around her. Her breasts were thrust against his chest, her dark nipples clearly visible through her wet night gown. A curl of desire unfurled deep in her belly, spreading like a pleasant ache.

"Meredith, why are you out here?"

She stared at his mouth, remembering how wonderful he had felt and tasted. With Jaine's order to pursue Es Dane still ringing in her head, Meredith felt part of her heart whither. If she had to be mated to Es Dane than she at least wanted a memory with Aiden. Instead of answering him she moved her arms to wrap about his neck, careful of his injury, and pulled his head down to kiss him. He met her lips gently, a mere light brushing. Meredith strained for more touching her tongue to his lips. He tasted of warm rain and moonlight.

His hands slipped down her back and over her buttocks, squeezing and drawing her tighter to him. Meredith moaned into his mouth as his fingers curled inwards and brushed against womanhood. Aiden was slowly grinding his hips against her belly, his hard shaft hot against her slick skin.

"I'm giving you one last chance to turn back. I won't stop afterwards," he said, his voice husky and deep.

Meredith slipped a hand between their bodies and touched him partly out of curiosity and partly to make him stop talking. He groaned thickly and let her explore him for a moment before his mouth descended, devouring hers. He thrust his tongue between her lips, hot and demanding. His tongue teased and enticed her to slide against his.

His manhood, slick from the water, throbbed hotly against her palm. Meredith used the tips of her fingers to trace over the velvety skin. She closed her hand around him, her fingers only just meeting and squeezed lightly. There was an awful lot of him and she was a bit worried about how they would be able to fit together. Aiden began thrumming deep in his chest, the vibrations teased her stiff nipples against his hard chest.

Aiden's fingers dipped between her legs and stroked her bare pussy. She wasn't wearing any underclothes to come between them. Meredith bit back a strangled moan as her hips twitched in response. Meredith's thoughts ceased when Aiden inserted a thick finger into her. She gasped and threw her head back, feeling his finger stretch and rub against her sensitive flesh. Her hand convulsively tightened around his shaft making him grit his teeth on a swift breath.




The Triplets Pt. 03



Aiden suddenly removed his hand from between her legs and swept her up into his arms. He carried her out of the water towards the bank, her nightgown clinging to her like a second skin. He set her on her feet before stripping her sodden nightgown from her body in one rough tug. Meredith shivered as the cool air met her naked skin. Aiden tossed the piece of clothing aside before drawing her down to a soft bed of moss, never once looking away from her.



The Triplets Pt. 04



 Thanks again to a_koozie for being my editor! I'm so glad that this submission is being well received. Hope you enjoy this next part! 

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(Aiden)

Aiden didn't think he'd ever seen a lovelier woman. He'd seen and been with his share of beautiful women, but beautiful simply didn't do Meredith justice. She had a slim, feminine body with soft curves. Her breasts were high, tipped with small, dark nipples. She had a nipped waist that flared gently to lean hips with legs that seemed to go on for an eternity. After having dunked her in the pond, her dark hair hung in soft waves against her face and shoulders, trailing down her back.

Even in the moonlight, he could see the blush that tinged her cheeks as he stared at her. He swallowed and tried to speak, tried to say something to reassure or comfort her, but she had stolen his breath.

Aiden laid on his back and pulled her on top of him. Her body seemed to fit against him as if she were made to be his other half. Aiden placed a hand on her cheek and drew her face down to kiss her. She kissed him back sweetly, her tongue stroking against his. Her hands brushed over the muscles of his chest and grazed his own smaller nipples. A small jolt rushed through him at her touch.

He felt her smile against his mouth before she moved her hand over his nipple again. He began to thrum louder before flipping her to her back and taking her own stiff nipple into his mouth. She arched into his touch and ran her hands through his hair, pulling lightly. Aiden moaned his approval before switching his attention to her other breast using his hands to massaged the abandoned one.

Her soft legs lifted to run down his calves. He could feel the heat of her pussy against his thigh. It took all of his self control to not shove his cock into her then. Instead, he descended down her body and took her with his mouth, finally getting to taste her bare flesh. She cried out when his tongue ran over her wet cunt. She was so sweet against his tongue. She trembled as he swiped his tongue over her again, making sure to flick against her clit with each pass. When he could wait no more, Aiden plunged his tongue into her pussy, reaching for every drop of her sweet juices.

Meredith's body twitched and writhed beneath him until he had to hold her hips down so he could continue his ministrations. Before long, she gasped sharply and tried to muffle a cry as her release broke over her. Aiden lapped and suckled at her clit, trying to make her orgasm last for as long as possible.

Once she began to come down, Aiden pushed his finger into her, sliding it in and out, enjoying the tiny shivers of her pussy around him. He slid in another, feeling the walls of her pussy stretch around them. She arched her back and gasped again. Slowly, he thrust and withdrew his fingers taking his time to get her adjusted.

Aiden returned his mouth to her clit, slowly lashing his tongue against the stiff bud. When she began bucking against his hand again, Aiden moved his fingers faster within her. She crested again, this time crying out, unable to contain the sound. Her pussy clamped against his fingers, rhythmically closing around him. Aiden groaned as he imagined his cock inside of her instead of his fingers.

He was painfully hard, his erection throbbing against his belly. Once she went limp, Aiden withdrew his fingers and collected the moisture with his tongue before he began to kiss his way up her body. Meredith arched her back and rubbed her breast against him. Aiden dropped a hungry kiss to her mouth, threading a hand into her hair to hold her lips against his.

He nearly bit his tongue off when her hand returned to his cock and began to stroke it. He couldn't prevent his hips from thrusting into her small, soft palm and neither could he gentle his mouth as he ravished her lips. She moaned sweetly into his mouth and stroked faster, squeezing her fingers around him until Aiden thought he was going to spill his cum over her belly.

He broke their kiss, both of them gasping for breath. Gently, he pulled her hand away, placing a kiss to the inside of her palm before using his hands to spread her thighs over his. Meredith watched him as he drew her body closer to his hips. Aiden held her gaze as he rubbed the head of his cock over her pussy lips. Her eyelashes fluttered and she bit into her bottom lip as he teased her clit with the tip of his cock.

"One last chance," Aiden panted, though it would near kill him if she said to stop.

"Please, Aiden," she whispered.

He needed no more prompting. With a low groan, Aiden guided his aching shaft into her sheath. He shifted his hips and pushed inside her slowly, her tightness resisting his invasion. Meredith clenched her eyes shut tightly, her body bowed in discomfort. Aiden used his thumb to rub against her clit, trying to make this as pleasurable as he could. She gasped, but she was still tense with pain.

He had only fit in the tip, but he withdrew slowly, feeling her pussy suck at the head of his cock. Even slower he pushed back in, this time a little deeper, gritting his teeth as he tried to keep from forcing himself into her fast and hard. He continued that way, slowly easing his cock in and out of her until he felt her begin to relax. Aiden was drenched in sweat and trembling with restraint. He lowered his body to hers, bracing most of his weight on his forearms.

He kissed her again, trying to dredge up enough control to pleasure her slowly. Aiden rocked his hips steadily against hers, inching slowly deeper with each thrust. When he finally bottomed out, he held still feeling her clinging tightly around him. Meredith opened her eyes and met his gaze. Her eyes glowed as they reflected the strong moonlight.

Their eyes held as he slowly withdrew his cock, leaving just the head inside of her. He watched as she bit into her glistening bottom lip. Aiden dropped back down and took her lip for himself, thrusting into her at the same time. She gasped into his mouth while her nails bit into his back. 

Aiden withdrew slowly again and used his fingers to pinch one of her nipples. Meredith moaned against his mouth and began to undulate her hips. Groaning, he thrust into her, deeper than before, rougher than before. He restrained himself as best he could, but his control had thinned to nearly nonexistent. 

Fortunately, she was there with him, gasping for breath and clutching his surging body closer. Her pussy suddenly convulsed around his cock. She cried out softly, her body trembling. Aiden felt the last of his control break. He pounded into her wet heat, gentleness forgotten as he drowned in lust. Meredith was uttering hushed mewling sounds as he continued to pump his shaft deep into her, the soft noises driving him further into madness.

She peaked once more, the contracting walls of her pussy wringing his own climax out of him. Aiden groaned and pumped his hot seed deep into her clenching womb. He bit into his own lip to keep from sinking his teeth into her and marking her. The taste of his blood filled his mouth as he continued to shoot cum into her body.

When he was spent, Aiden braced himself on his forearms over her, too drained to roll off of Meredith. Her hands stroked over his lower back, her touch light over his damp skin. Once he had caught his breath, he managed to muster up enough energy to roll over so that Meredith was laying on him once more. She gave a small huff before settling onto his chest.

A strange peaceful trance settled over him. His thrumming had quieted to a low rumble, but didn't seem to be stopping anytime soon. Aiden ran his palms over Meredith's smooth back, her skin already beginning to cool in the night air. He spread his palms over her, trying to warm her a bit.

A sudden realization penetrated his thoughts. He had cum inside of her. His blood felt like it froze in his veins. Abruptly, Aiden sat up, but braced Meredith with his hands behind her head and back. He felt her rub her face into his shoulder, her body still limp. An unexpected wave of tenderness rushed through him, nearly erasing his panic.

"Meredith?"

"Hmm?"

Despite the situation Aiden grinned, taking perverse satisfaction in her lethargy.

"Are you alright?"

"Mmm."

Aiden heard her inhale before she leaned back far enough to look him in the face. Aiden smoothed back her mussed hair. Battling a mixture of regret and tenderness, he met her gaze, luminescent in the dark.

"Meredith, we need to talk about what just happened."

For a minute, he thought she was going to get angry, but she calmly stared back at him, her eyes disconcertingly penetrating. The light dimmed in her eyes.

"I know," she whispered. 

They sat in silence for a moment until Meredith quietly slipped from his lap. She turned the front of her body slightly away from him and let her hair fall forward. Aiden sighed and looked around the bank for her night gown. He had inadvertently flung it back into the water. Aiden rose to his feet and went to the tree he had draped his own clothes on.

He pulled on his pants and brought his shirt over to Meredith. She took it with a whispered thanks and slipped it over her head. While she dressed, Aiden retrieved her night gown and wrung out the water as best he could. He shook out the piece of clothing and draped it over a tree limb. He went back to where Meredith was and sat beside her.

She kept her face turned away from him. Aiden clasped his hands together and tried to think of something appropriate to say. He was surprised when Meredith spoke first.

"I don't expect you to take responsibility. I don't want you to either."

Aiden sat in stunned silence. A wave of possessive rage swept through him. He grabbed her shoulder and forced her to face him. She stubbornly turned away until he grabbed her chin and turned her face up. He instantly regretted being so rough. Tears slowly seeped from her eyes. Overwhelmed, Aiden wiped the wet tracks off of her cheeks and placed small kisses to the corner of her eyes to catch the tears.

"Don't. . ." she choked out.

She pushed at his chest, but he wouldn't move, drawing her even closer when she began to sob. He held her close, stroking her head while she cried. Guilt, regret, and a different kind of panic prodded at him now. He didn't have the words to comfort her and he'd never known how to deal with a woman's tears.

Her sobbing finally quieted, but Aiden kept stroking her head. After another few moments, she heaved a sigh and pushed firmly away from him. Aiden let her go, immediately missing the warmth of her body against him. Angrily, he shoved the bewildering emotions from his mind.

"Meredith," he began, but she cut him off. 

"Look, Aiden, you don't have to feel sorry about what we just did."

This time Aiden interrupted, placing his hand firmly against her mouth so that she would listen to him.

"I don't regret this. You are amazing, Meredith, and I am the luckiest man in Ardis for what you have given me. I wouldn't be a man if I didn't take responsibility. You could be pregnant with my child now. The only thing is . . . I don't want you to be miserable. I don't want you to be forced into anything just because I was not careful. "

Aiden felt his face flush, it was a hell of a lot harder to talk about this than he had anticipated.

"I want you to have a choice. I don't want you to have to settle for me, just because of what just happened here," Aiden said.

Once he had finished speaking, he slowly removed his hand from her mouth. He waited for her to say something, but she had turned away again. They sat in a tense silence, the leaves rustling in the wind the only sound around them.

"I don't want to be mated to you."

The anger he felt was nothing compared to the pain that short sentence inflicted on him. Incredulously, his chest actually contracted in pain as her words sunk in. Aiden quickly buried the hurt and shifted his expression into a practiced mask. 

Aiden nodded his head, which she didn't see since she still wasn't looking at him. He stood and drew in a shaky breath.

"Let me walk you back."

She shook her head and stood, his shirt skimming her upper thighs. Aiden disregarded her and grabbed her damp night gown and let her take the lead, following a few steps behind her. She walked quickly, using one hand to keep the shirt down. They walked in silence, their step muffled by the damp leaf litter.

Aiden kept his thoughts empty as he followed her slender form through the forest. In the dimmed light, she was nothing more than a pale apparition. He desperately wanted to comfort her or at least make love to her again. Aiden nearly missed a step at that thought. He'd never referred to sex as making love before. That alone frightened him a bit.

It was a long walk to her house, but he could barely remember it. Meredith's home was a bit smaller than he had expected, as well as poorly maintained, at least from the outside. Strangling vines of ivy had dominated half of the house's walls and had started to attach to the roof. Meredith abruptly stopped a distance from the house and turned towards him.

"I'll be fine now. Goodnight."

She turned quickly, but Aiden grabbed her shoulder, pulling her back against his chest.

"Aiden," she sighed tiredly, sadly.

He tilted her face up and kissed her, trying to apologize, to change her mind. He just couldn't bear watching her walk away from him knowing she didn't want him as a mate. Aiden knew he should have been grateful, elated, relieved even. But the only thing he felt was a gaping emptiness that clawed at his insides. They parted slowly, reluctantly and Aiden felt a small flicker of hope.

Tears slipped slowly down her cheeks again. She stared into his eyes, shining brightly as tears continued to flow. Her small hands, icy now, came to either side of his face. Aiden covered them with his own, trying to impart some of his heat and keep her there even for a moment longer.

Using his thumbs, Aiden gently swiped at another tear. She closed her eyes and held still for a long moment. Then, on a quiet sob she turned away and ran to the house. Aiden watched her go, regretting every step that she took. Once she was out of sight, he turned back into the woods.

After a few steps, he realized that he was beginning to shift. Numb, he let the shift roll over him. Fortunately, he wasn't far from a small clearing. Aiden muscled his way past a few young trees, finding satisfaction at the sound of them giving way before he launched into the sky. His flight muscles, weak from disuse, labored to gain altitude. Once he cleared the tree canopy, he picked a direction and just flew.

(Meredith)

Meredith sucked in a breath as Ella laced her into her new dress. The dress was beautiful. The skirt was made with layers of shimmering silver cloth, the bodice was elaborately embroidered with white thread. Tiny pearl beads had been sown into the fabric to trail down the skirt like icicles. Ella weaved in thinly spun silver strands into her hair and used a variety of pearl pins to arrange it.

Meredith was still sore between her legs. While Aiden had been gentle enough, she felt as if her flesh had been stretched beyond its limit. After having returned home, Meredith had found small traces of blood while washing herself. It had been frightening, but there hadn't been much.

Once she was dressed and her hair styled, Ella placed a heavy necklace of silver and pearls around her throat. She seemed to be swimming in silver and pearls. Meredith would have preferred a simpler, lighter dress; one where she wouldn't feel like a walking treasure box or wearing one. She shouldn't complain though. This was her first new dress this year. Jaine kept her inheritance under a strict budget. Though when she deemed it necessary, she spared no expense on public appearances. 

Meredith didn't know how much she was entitled, but the way Jaine parceled it out it didn't seem like much. Though that didn't seem to overshadow the silver blood her mother had bestowed upon her.

Ella sprayed her lightly with perfume about her throat and wrists. It was a heavier scent than she was used to, but Ella insisted that similar fragrances were in fashion. Meredith stepped into a pair of ivory samples as Ella checked her for any flaws.

"Thank you, Ella."

"You look absolutely ravishing. We'd better get you down stairs. I'm sure Esa Jaine will want a look at you before you're sent off."

Meredith nodded, careful not to disturb her hair. Though she thought her appearance was gaudy and overdone, Ella had done a marvelous job with her hair.

The dress was extremely heavy to walk in. The pearls and embroidery made the dress so stiff it restricted her breathing. Meredith dreaded the coming night. She would no doubt be miserable by the end of the party. If she was lucky she may be able to slip away early.

Esa Jaine was waiting in the foyer, with her arms crossed impatiently over her chest. Meredith bowed her head slightly as Jaine looked her over. After a long moment she nodded her head and gestured for her to go. Ella who had followed her down, opened the door for her and helped her into the waiting carriage.

"Thank you, Ella. I'll see you tonight."

"Enjoy yourself, Meredith."

It a long, uncomfortable ride to Es Dane's home. The stiffness of her dress prevented her from relaxing as well as the anxiety of attending a Red blood's party. The gossip that she had overheard all pointed to a boisterous and violent gathering of hot blooded dragons. Meredith regretted not inviting someone else to come to the party with her, but on such short notice she doubted anyone would willingly come with her.

Though she had no basis for such rumors, Meredith couldn't help but remember Aiden and Dane's practice match. Both had been frighteningly strong, but Es Dane had seemed much more aggressive or rather blood-thirsty.

The carriage slowed significantly. Meredith drew back a curtain and glanced outside. The first thing she saw was a huge building that towered above the few ornamental trees around it. It had been made of a cream colored stone and accented with dark window frames. The roof was also dark and sharply angled to a spire that seemed to pierce the sky. 

It was beautiful and surprisingly inviting. The door to her carriage opened and a neatly dressed servant helped her out. He escorted her to the front door as her carriage was sent away. The interior was as impressive as the outside. An enormous crystal chandelier hung from the vaulted ceiling, its light reflected on the polished marble floors.

A large, sweeping staircase carved from dark wood stood on the opposite wall. Small engraved scenes decorated the railing and steps. A set of doors, on the middle landing had been thrown open and led to a crowded room of people. Meredith was led up the stairs and into the next room. Nearly everyone in the room had differing shades of bright red hair.

She felt distinctly out of place, her silver gown seemed almost drab among the vivid colors around her. The ladies were all dressed in fuchsias, blues, greens, and yellows. Though the men wore either black or grey suits, they also had a splash of color in either a neatly folded scarf or vest. 

The room moved with an excited pulse of energy. Meredith found herself immediately surrounded by several men, all reds, offering her drinks or requesting a dance. As politely as she could, she refused the offers, but they followed her persistently through the room.

A hand on her elbow startled her and sent a chill down her spine. She looked up and met Es Dane's eyes. The other men bowed deeply in his direction before fleeing. Meredith would have breathed a sigh in relief, but she almost would rather have had their clumsy advances than have Es Dane come to her rescue.

As an excuse to put some distance between them, Meredith bowed. He returned the gesture with his own smaller one.




The Triplets Pt. 04



"You are stunning tonight, Esa Meredith. I cannot blame those young dragons for being overly enthusiastic for your attentions."

"Thank you, Es Dane, for your flattery."

He nodded his head and held out his arm. Hesitantly, she placed her hand lightly over top of his and let him lead her around the room. He introduced her to his countless friends and family. Meredith lost track of names and faces. She smiled politely and bowed her head when she thought it was appropriate.

She managed to grab a drink from a passing servant. It looked like a fruit juice, but it burned the back of her throat as she took a sip. As Es Dane paused to chat with a few people, she found the bottom of the glass quite quickly. It was quickly replaced and emptied once more. After that she didn't remember how often the glass was refilled.

A light airy feeling stole through her body. Her head spun a bit and her face felt overheated. Someone plucked the glass from her hands and then she was spinning among other couples. She found it odd that the stiffness in her dress didn't bother her as much now and whoever she was dancing with was holding her entirely too close.

She could feel their body heat against her and was strangely disturbed by it. Then her thoughts seemed to blend into a kaleidoscope of confusing images and colors. After an eternity, she realized that she was no longer dancing and was now surrounded by several ladies in very bright dresses.

A drink was pushed into her hand. Without a thought she gulped it down, her parched throat welcoming the strangely salty liquid despite it looking like water. The ladies around her were chatting excitedly, their gloved hands moving so quickly they looked more like birds flapping their wings. Meredith managed to excuse herself from the group and stumbled away. Looking about, she had somehow come outside.

There were flowering bushes cut low and flat that formed a maze like path through a expansive garden. Meredith tried to navigate through the paths, her dress heavier than ever and her vision blurring in and out of focus. A dark shape separated from the trunk of a willow tree. A frisson of fear made her stumble backwards, but someone caught her about the waist.

Her stomach lurked sickeningly. She tried to push away from the encircling arms, afraid she would be sick, but they wouldn't release her. Instead, she was bent forward and something prodded into her mouth. She gagged and lost the contents of her stomach.



The Triplets Pt. 05



 Thanks to a_koozie for her editing. I hope the relative frequency of the uploaded chapters make up for the bad endings to each part... >_>;

However I appreciate all readers and comments on the story! Thanks for reading and favoriting! 

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(Aiden)

He didn't think he'd seen anyone so sick before. Meredith coughed and gagged continuously as he held her steady. It looked like she had only had liquids in her stomach, but he had recognized the symptoms of a bad drug. Unfortunately, it seemed the drug had already filtered into her system, but at least some of it had been thrown back up.

He patted her back as she continued to cough. The little pearls on her dress dug into his hand as he held her about the waist. Even through the thick embroidery he could feel her stomach heaving with each cough.

Once she calmed a bit, Aiden drew out a clean handkerchief and wiped the perspiration from her face before cleaning her mouth. She moaned hoarsely and struggled to get upright. Aiden straightened her and let her body rest against his shoulder.

She stared at him, her eyes glassy and bloodshot. Her bottom lip trembled and her skin felt clammy and chilled. Aiden arranged her arms to loop around his neck before sweeping her up into his arms. Her dress was horrendously heavy, even for him. It must have been a third of her weight.

As quickly as he could, Aiden carried her back to the house, careful in the darkness. As he stepped into the house, two servants ran to him.

"Get a healer and water, quickly," he barked.

The two ran off again, hopefully not going for the same thing. Aiden was sincerely grateful that he had two meddling younger brothers who had forced him to come to this ridiculous party. Grey had tracked him down earlier that morning and dragged him out of the cave he had slept in that night. Not surprising that Grey had been the one to find him since he spent so much time in the wild himself.

What had shocked him partially out of his stupor was Kaleb's silence. Not a single barbed comment had come from him, which had been a bit disconcerting. Grey being Grey, had said nothing, only tossed him some clothes and made sure he came home. Then the two of them had left him alone for a few hours before bullying him into coming to this party.

Aiden followed another servant who was leading him through the Dane's house. He felt uneasy about putting Meredith in a red's guest bedroom, but he didn't plan on leaving her alone. To the red's credit, the house and its rooms were impeccable, if garishly extravagant. He hadn't fully realized how wealthy the other families were. 

The servant held open a door to his right. Once Aiden had passed through, he hurried over to the bed and pulled back the covers. Aiden nodded his head in thanks and gently laid Meredith upon the sheets. Despite her sickly complexion, she was lovely against the cream colored sheets. Some of her dark hair had spilled free from its silver netting and pearl pins, spreading out elegantly upon the pillows. Her silver dress seemed to glow in the meager light.

Aiden drew the covers over her. Meredith's lips were still trembling, but she seemed to have slipped into unconsciousness while he had been carrying her. The sound of hurried steps drew his attention to the open door. A servant came towards him with a pitcher and empty glass. Aiden took both from him and pour the water himself.

He sat on the bed and pulled Meredith into a sitting position, trying to wake her enough to swallow the water. Her eyes flickered, but she didn't fully wake. He did manage to get her to swallow some water, most of it leaking out from the corners of her mouth. She coughed once and opened her eyes. Aiden placed his palm against her cheek as she met looked at him. Her eyes focused before widening in surprise.

"Didn't expect to see me so soon?" he asked jestingly.

She swallowed, her pale face coloring slightly. Aiden smiled thinly and pressed the glass to her lips. She drank quickly, wearily dropping back to the pillows once the glass was empty. Aiden pulled the covers up to her chin. Heavy footsteps came down the hall and stopped at the door.

Dane entered the room and came to the other side of the bed followed closely by a healer. Aiden let his hand fall from Meredith's cheek, but took hold of her hand instead. She turned slowly towards Dane, her head tilted back to look at his face.

"I heard you had collapsed, Esa Meredith."

"I'm sorry to have inconvenienced you, Es Dane," she whispered.

Aiden tightened his hand on Meredith's. She squeezed back weakly, almost as if she was the one reassuring him. He held his tongue until the healer stepped forward.

"She was drugged," Aiden said.

The healer gave him a dubious glance before he began to look over Meredith. He checked her eyes, her pulse, and even temperature. He made her spit into an empty cup before putting a white powder into it. The power turned a bright orange. The healer turned to Dane and confirmed she had been drugged.

Aiden restrained himself from smacking the man. The only useful thing the healer contributed was that he gave her some charcoal to swallow to absorb some of the toxins. Soon after the healer left, telling her to drink as much as she could and to rest.

"I believe you may leave now, Es Aiden. Esa Meredith will be looked after here until she is well enough to return home."

Aiden could almost hear the smugness in the man's voice.

"I think I'll stay and watch over her."

Dane's brows drew together for a brief moment before his expression smoothed once more.

"Not to trample upon your good intentions, but it would be inappropriate for Esa Meredith to be here alone with you."

"Not to besmirch the reputation of your house, Es Dane, but you'll have to forgive me if I'm a bit cautious of the guests in your house. It hasn't even been a few hours since she was drugged by someone invited to your families party. Forgive me if I'm a bit hesitant to leave."

Dane's face visibly tensed and took a threatening step in Aiden's direction. Aiden rose smoothly to his feet and stood his ground. Dane's eyes were tinged red around his iris which looked nearly white in the dim lighting. Aiden let his eyes color as well. He wouldn't give Dane the satisfaction of making him back down, even if he was in the man's house. A light tug on his hand, made him reluctantly break eye contact and look back at Meredith.

"If you don't mind, Es Dane, I'd rather have Aiden here with me," she said weakly.

For a moment, Dane stared at Meredith. Aiden felt her hand tremble slightly.

"As you wish," Dane said tersely. "I'll have a maid in here at all times."

Aiden sat back on the bed, dismissing Dane now that he had backed off. Dane walked out the room, barking orders just outside the door. A flustered maid entered and bowed to them before going to stand at the far wall.

"Can you drink some more water?" he asked Meredith.

"I don't want to, but I can."

Aiden helped her sit up once more and held the glass for her to drink from. Her eyes were still bloodshot and she was beginning to tremble in earnest.

"We should get you out of that dress."

Meredith nodded, but didn't move. Aiden sighed and stood again, turning his back as the maid came forward. He heard them struggle with the heavy gown for a long time before it fell to the floor, the pearls clicking dully on the stone floor. Once he saw the maid return to the far wall from the corner of his eye Aiden turn back around.

She'd been given a modest nightgown that buttoned all the way to the base of her throat. Aiden pulled the covers back up to her chin before sitting next to her hip. Her eyes drooped, but valiantly fluttered to stay open. Aiden smiled and grabbed her hand.

"Sleep, Meredith. I'll watch over you."

She sighed before her eyes closed and her breathing deepened. Aiden stroked his thumb over the back of her hand. The maid had taken the ornaments from her hair so that it was free to frame her face. Aiden looked over his shoulder at the maid. She was still standing in the corner, hands neatly clasped before her.

"Could you bring me a stool to sit on?"

The maid nodded and brought him a padded stool. Aiden slipped from the bed, careful to keep his hold on Meredith's hand undisturbed and sat, leaning his body over the bed.

"You can take a seat as well. No point in standing the entire time."

She smiled at him demurely, shaking her head. Aiden rolled his eyes.

"Take a seat woman. It makes me uncomfortable," he said mock seriously.

The maid bowed her head and pulled an armchair to her corner and sat. Aiden snorted softly and turned back to Meredith. There were dark shadows beneath her eyes and her skin was still slightly clammy.

He suddenly remembered his brothers. They probably thought he had run off again. Sighing, Aiden turned once more to the maid.

"You wouldn't happen to be able to get my brothers here? Or send someone for them."

She nodded and went to the door. A few moments later, Kaleb and Grey walked into the quiet room. Both gave him varying degrees of disapproving looks. Aiden smiled at them before gesturing them to come closer. He didn't want to raise his voice.

"She's been drugged. I got to her a bit late, but at least made her throw up what she had in her stomach."

Kaleb nodded and asked for the symptoms. Once Aiden had recited all that he knew, Kaleb nodded and started mumbling under his breath.

"Sounds like she reacted badly to one of the red's favorite play drugs. Its popular among the younger males. Gives a temporary elevated sensation of pleasure. Nasty side effects if you've not built up a resistance. Nausea, cold sweats, dizziness, confusion to say a few. It will get worse before it gets better."

"So, Esa Meredith was on the bad end of a prank," Grey said.

"Appears so. Not surprising since she was one of the few non-red woman this evening," Kaleb said.

"I don't suppose you would be inclined to come home tonight either, Aiden," Kaleb said.

Aiden shook his head.

"Prank or not, she could have died if I hadn't found her out wandering in the gardens."

"Lucky coincidence," Kaleb said slyly.

Aiden ignored him.

"Aiden," Grey said, grabbing his shoulder lightly. "What are you doing?"

"Look, its not as easy as it would seem."

Kaleb snorted derisively.

"You like her. Care for her enough to worry about her well-being. The only damn problem is that your too stubborn to give up on traveling in that damn boat," Kaleb said.

Aiden relaxed his grip on Meredith's hand least he crush it accidentally.

"She said no."

"What?" Kaleb looked at him in shock, then amusement, before clasping his hand over his mouth to muffle his laughter.

"What do you mean she said no?" Grey asked.

"Exactly that. I asked if she would be my mate and she said no."

Kaleb snorted loudly as he tried to stifle the noise.

"Get out if your going to be loud," Aiden said crossly.

Kaleb fled out the door, his laughter booming in the corridor. Aiden sighed and grinned in chagrin. He would probably have acted the same way if Kaleb had told him the same thing. Grey on the other hand, being reasonably sane, watched him soberly.

"Can I take it that you went about this recklessly?"

"Oh how well you know me, Grey."

Grey sighed and brought his hands up to rub his temples. 

"I seriously question your self control, Aiden. We will talk about his later. I'll let mother know where you are."

Aiden thanked him as he walked away. Grey shook his head as he walked out the door. He heard his brothers exchange a quiet word before their footsteps faded down the hall. Aiden settled himself as comfortably as he could and prepared to keep watch.

(Meredith)

Meredith woke to the worst headache in her life. She groaned and clutched her head in agony, digging her thumbs deep into her temples. It didn't help much. She made the mistake of trying to sit up. A rush of blood pounded against her skull. Gingerly she tried to lower her head back to her pillow, the throbbing following her relentlessly.

Relief came in the form of a cool cloth over her forehead and eyes. She moaned in appreciation, breathing in quick shallow breaths to keep the pain at bay.

"Can you sit up a bit? I have something to help with the headache."

Aiden's voice brought back the memories of last night. He helped her up enough so that she could swallow down the bitter liquid. He laid her back down and re-wet the cloth over her head. A eternity of pain passed until the pounding in her head faded to a quiet throb.

"Better?"

"Uh huh."

Meredith moved the damp cloth to look at Aiden. His hair was appealingly disheveled and fell about his face in a soft halo. He had removed his jacket and loosened the collar of his shirt. His skin was dark against the white of his shirt.

He squeezed her hand lightly before letting go and stretching his back. He yawned and raked his hair back from his forehead. Meredith immediately missed the warmth and comfort his touch had given her.

"Did you stay up the entire night?"

"I had good company." He gestured to the dozing maid in the corner.

Meredith laughed quietly.

"What time is it?"

"The sun has yet to break. You should go back to sleep. I'm sure you still feel quite sick."

Abruptly, she realized that it must have been Aiden who had been there when she had cast up her stomach in the garden. Meredith used her hand to cover her face as a wave of embarrassment swept over her. 

"I am so sorry that you had to see. . ."

"Meredith," he interrupted. "I'm only glad that I was the one who found you."

She smiled weakly. "Thank you. For . . . for everything."

He returned her smile and inclined his head.

"Anything for a lady," he said. "How does your stomach feel?"

"Better. Much better. I'm a little thirsty though."

Aiden picked up a pitcher from the side table and poured water into a glass before handing it to her. Meredith drank slowly, her dry mouth slowly accepting the moisture.

"Thank you."

They sat in silence, broken only be the sound of the maid snoring lightly in the corner. Meredith turned towards the window. The sky was just beginning to color as the sun began to rise. Then Aiden cleared his throat softly.

"Meredith, I know not much time has passed, but I want to. . ."

A loud knock at the door interrupted him. Aiden sighed and rose to answer the door. The maid jolted awake just before the door opened.

"Oh, you are awake. How is Esa Meredith?"

"Es Dane, what a surprise. She is fine."

Aiden moved out of the door way so that Es Dane could enter. He was fully dressed and looked like he'd already been awake for several hours.

"Es Dane, I am so sorry for inconveniencing you yesterday."

"Nothing to worry over, Esa Meredith. It was entirely not your fault."

"None the less. As soon as I've dressed, I plan on returning home."

"Nonsense, you'll stay for breakfast and rest," Es Dane tutted.

"Actually, Meredith has agreed to let me chaperon her to the healers," Aiden said, crossing his arms over his partially revealed chest.

"It can certainly wait until she's had something to eat."

"We wouldn't want to impose," Aiden said. 

"If I didn't know better, I'd say you are being inordinately stubborn, Es Aiden."

"Not stubborn, Dane. I just prefer to care about people."

"I do believe your concern is misplaced. I can see to Esa Meredith's health, if you are so concerned."

She saw Aiden's jaw clench before it relaxed and the corners of his eyes creased. Something about that expression made her uneasy. 

"As a matter of fact, Esa Meredith has agreed to become my betrothed."

Meredith choked on a swift breath. Es Dane looked at her.

"I can tell you are lying by her reaction. Are you trying to place an unwanted claim?" Dane sneered.

Meredith coughed to draw their attention. They turned to her simultaneously; Aiden in concern and Dane with mild annoyance.

"I apologize, Es Dane. I was only surprised that Es Aiden would make such an announcement so soon."

Es Dane's brows drew together and his lips thinned. "I see. Well, let me be the first to . . . congratulate the two of you."

Aiden dipped his head in acceptance and returned to stand next to the bed. Es Dane glared at the two of them for a moment before he bowed mockingly and left.

As soon as she couldn't hear his footsteps, Meredith turned to Aiden.

"Of all the excuses you could say to him, that is the one you come up with!"

"Meredith, I really do wish you would say yes."

"I have no choice now! News of our betrothal will spread faster than wild fire."

Meredith shoved the covers off of her legs and tried to stand. Her knees wobbled precariously, but held once she steadied herself. The maid jumped to her aid before Aiden had even circled the bed.

"Meredith, would you listen to me?"

"No. Everything you say is ridiculous!"

"If you would only calm. . ."

"You want me to calm down!" Meredith took a beep breath and turned to Aiden.

"Leave."

He stared at her in shock, his hand partially held out towards her. She glared at his hand until it fell to his side.

"I only. . ."

"Out!"

He turned and left the room, closing the door behind him, but she didn't hear him walk away. Muttering angrily beneath her breath, Meredith stripped. The maid gave her a comfortable dress to put on and helped her comb and pin her hair. Meredith gave her one of the pearl pins in thanks. The maid smiled at her and buried the pin in her own slightly mussed bun, out of sight.

Aiden was leaning against the wall when she left the room. She ignored him and marched down the hall, despite not knowing where to go. By chance she was able to ask another servant directions, Aiden close behind her. The servant led her to the front door, asking her to wait as he went off to summon her carriage.

"I suppose you'll be wanting a ride as well."

"I would be ever so grateful, Esa Meredith."

Meredith felt the corners of her mouth quirk up at his attempt at humility. She sighed dramatically and turned away so that he wouldn't see. She wasn't finished being angry.

"You are impossible."

He laughed and didn't answer.



The Triplets Pt. 06



 Sorry for the delay. I've switched editors. So grateful to Tigersman for editing! I look forward to any comments. Hope you enjoy reading. 

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(Aiden)

Aiden helped the very angry Meredith into the carriage. Before he went in himself, he asked the driver to take them to the Sherry, the healer. The man bowed slightly and took up the reins as Aiden slipped into the carriage. Meredith sat at the far side against the wall with her arms crossed over her chest as she stared out the window. Aiden sighed and sat across from her, his knees brushing against the skirts of her dress.

She shifted away.

"Meredith, if I may, you are behaving like a child."

She ignored him.

"Would you at least look at me?"

No response. Aiden dragged a hand over his face as he tried to dredge up patience from his sleep deprived mind. He tried several more times for her to respond, but when nothing seemed to make her react, he picked himself up and sat beside her. Resolutely, Meredith stayed faced away from him.

Aiden, fed up with her childish behavior, grabbed her roughly by the chin and kissed her, just so she would react. For a long moment, she remained impassive, her lips clamped shut. Aiden gentled his assault and tried to tempt her into kissing him back. He placed teasing nibbles to the corners of her mouth, nipping into her bottom lip, and stroking his thumb up and down her sensitive throat.

Her lips parted on a shaky breath. Aiden immediately took the opening, deepening the kiss and coaxing her tongue to meet with his. She was just as sweet as he had remembered. The carriage came to a stop and he was forced to remove his mouth from Meredith's. A moment later the door opened.

Aiden took a breath, trying to cool his blood, and exited the carriage. He turned and waited to help Meredith out. She licked her lips once before taking his hand and stepping down. She immediately withdrew her hand and began walking. Aiden smiled when she paused mid-step and looked at the building.

"Where are we?"

"The healer."

"Oh, very well then."

Meredith continued to walk forward and even knocked on the door herself. Sherry answered the door. Aiden quickened his steps as the women introduced themselves.

"Hello, Sherry. Sorry for coming so early."

"Nothing less from you Aiden. You're full of surprises. Anyway what brings you back here again?"

He caught Meredith's quick glance.

"I've brought you a patient."

"Well come in then."

Sherry led Meredith to her kitchen and sat her down at the table. As she collected bread, butter, and different jams, Sherry asked about what exactly was the problem.

"Meredith was drugged last night. One of the Red's new drugs, from what Kaleb told me."

Sherry nodded her head and placed plates and knives on the table.

"Help yourselves. I'll just pour the tea. What were the symptoms she experienced?"

Aiden went through what he remembered and finished with the headache earlier that morning. Meredith added what she remembered as well, even recalling a strange salty drink. Sherry nodded her head as she stood over the boiling kettle.

"And how do you feel now?"

"Much better than last night, but I've still got a bit of a headache and I'm still quite thirsty."

Sherry added a few strange looking things into the boiling water and brought the kettle to the table. Aiden cut the loaf of bread and handed a slice to Meredith. He watched as she buttered it lightly before topping it with a generous amount of jam. Aiden wondered if she had a sweet tooth as well. That might explain why she tasted so sweet.

Aiden skipped the butter and slathered jam onto his own slice. The bread was good, the jam even better. As he chewed, Sherry poured them all tea. Meredith cupped the mug between both of her hands and sipped the steaming liquid. Aiden hesitated for a moment, before looking at Sherry.

"It's fine. Nothing you wouldn't recognize."

Aiden grinned at her and took a cautionary sip. He knew that Sherry sometimes had strange tastes, at least for tea. He certainly couldn't differentiate what was in it, but it wasn't bad. She rolled her eyes at him before turning back to Meredith.

"What did they give you to treat the drug?"

"Some charcoal and about half a pitcher of water," Aiden replied.

Sherry sighed and shook her head. "Well at least they didn't just give her water."

"Well, Meredith. You shouldn't be too worse off. Those drugs are meant to be taken in several doses. One dose will only give you a nasty upset stomach and a blistering headache. Much like too much wine or beer. Though I would ask you a question of a more personal nature, but seeing as Aiden is still here. . ."

"It's fine, Sherry. I know when I'm not wanted."

"That's surprising to hear," Sherry retorted.

(Meredith)

She liked Sherry. She was matter-of-fact and knew how to keep Aiden under control, though she had felt a twinge of jealousy upon their meeting. Sherry was slim and several inches shorter than she was. She had bright blonde hair neatly braided down her back and the prettiest brown eyes.

But when she saw Aiden and Sherry standing close to one another, she couldn't help but enviously think that they made a handsome couple.

"I know you may not feel comfortable with such questions, but it is for your benefit."

Meredith nodded her head and set her tea back onto the table.

"Don't take this the wrong way, but I know Aiden. And I know Aiden around women, though I have to admit you're the first dragon blood he's taken an interest in. Have you two been intimate recently?"

Meredith simultaneously felt her heart sink and her face color. Her first instinct was to lie. What harm would it cause and despite liking Sherry, she didn't know her. However, she was a healer and what if there was a possibility of something harmful. Slowly, Meredith nodded.

Sherry sighed and placed a comforting hand over hers.

"Meredith, I know I've just met you, but honestly, most of the fault lies with Aiden. He should have known better." Sherry sat back and pursed her lips together, her neat brows pinched.

"You must know that Dragons are exceptionally fertile when copulating within their own race. Do you know if Aiden was . . . careful?"

A sickening feeling suddenly writhed in her belly. She looked at Sherry in panic.

"I can't be. . .It. . .It was only once."

"Meredith, calm down. I didn't mean to alarm you. Dragon bloods tend to gestate a little faster than humans. Drink some more tea. I'll have a word with Aiden."

Obediently, Meredith drank. She kept her eyes riveted to the table as Sherry got up. She had known that dragon bloods couldn't mate with humans, but she hadn't thought. . . She felt sick to her stomach again. Meredith hunched over and laid her head on the table. She could hear Sherry and Aiden whispering furiously now. Hot tears burned in her eyes as she thought over the consequences of her rash actions.

The door slamming startled her, but she didn't raise her head. She didn't want anyone to see her shameful tears.

"Meredith, come sit up. Good girl," Sherry said.

A soft sob escaped from her as she sat upright. Aiden was gone. Sherry patted her head and drew her close.

"There, there. It is not so bad. Shush now."

Meredith tried to stop the flow of tears, but they continued to fall, soaking the front of Sherry's shirt.

"What. . .what would happen if I am pregnant?"

"Since it was so soon, I don't think you would be anymore. Those drugs were made for prevention or abortion for humans before they were ever used for pleasure, but no one knows how it will effect a dragon fetus. It takes something powerful to effect dragon bloods."

Meredith swallowed thickly. Angrily she wiped at the tears that persisted on falling.

"I feel as if I've done nothing but cry for the past three days."

"A good cry now and again is actually quite therapeutic."

Meredith sighed and gulped down the rest of her tea. Once her tears stopped, she had a stuffy nose and her headache had returned. Her eyes felt swollen as well.

"Why did Aiden leave?"

"Oh, well . . . he feels quite terrible. I think he went out for some self-punishment. Which he deserves for what he's putting you through. Either way, there was no way we could have found out if you were or not. In this case, I would say it is rather fortunate that you were given the drug. Now if you really don't want to be mated with Aiden there would be no physical evidence to place a claim on you, besides your maidenhead."

Meredith rose from her seat and thanked Sherry. Her explanation did make her feel better. At least now she didn't feel as if she had inadvertently killed an innocent child. She exited the house and looked about. She spotted Aiden a ways away beneath an old oak tree. He was on his knees with his head bent forward.

Meredith walked slowly towards him, stopping when she stood behind him. She raised her face and stared at the rustling leaves. Breathing deeply, Meredith was surprised by how calm she felt when only moments ago she felt as if her life was falling about her.

"It's alright."

It was easier and truer than saying that she forgave him, but he wasn't solely to blame. Meredith took a deep breath and looked back at Aiden. His was still kneeling, but he was now looking at her rather than the ground. She couldn't read the expression on his face, but his blue eyes were bright with withheld tears.

"Meredith . . ."

"Aiden, it happened. It's over. It's alright. I'm alright. From what Sherry explained, nothing really happened to me."

Meredith placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Thank you."

Aiden's hand covered hers before he rose to his feet. Meredith dropped her hand and took a step back to put a bit of distance between them. From past experience, she knew she couldn't control herself around him. He sighed heavily.

"Meredith, regardless of what we just learned, I still want you to be my mate, child or no. I never meant to force you into anything."

Meredith believed him, but like Aiden she didn't want to force him into anything just due to circumstances. However, if she had to confess, she was already half in love with the man. The only thing really making her hesitate were the various rumors she had heard about Aiden.

Not only was he a notorious womanizer, which she had firsthand experience with, but he was also away from Ardis for long spans of time. There were too many components to him that she didn't know and it frightened her. She wasn't sure she could love him enough to live a life where he was absent for long periods of time as well as seeking the company of other women.

"Aiden, I want to say yes, but I don't think I can. I can't live a life with you where you are off on your adventures and I have to stay in an empty home. I can't trust you enough to believe you will be faithful when you've been free to pursue any woman you want. I don't want to live tucked away in your head until you remember to visit. I know Es Dane isn't who I want to marry, but I know he won't be sailing off with the next tide to another country. And I don't want to be the one to take that away from you. I want you to keep doing what you love. I want you to be happy," Meredith paused to swallow the lump in her throat. "But, I don't think you'll be happy with me."

Aiden closed the distance between them before the last word was fully out of her mouth.

"The only way I can convince you would be to share a life with you. I know I'm stupidly attached to this life of no responsibilities, but I'd be willing to give up everything just to make you trust me."

Aiden pulled her into his arms and held her tightly.

"Meredith, I'm asking for you to give me a chance."

"I don't know if I can."

"Tell me what I can say to convince you?"

"That's it Aiden. You just can't say something and convince me."

"Then marry me and I'll show you. Please, Meredith."

Meredith pulled away slightly and looked into Aiden's eyes. She could see his sincerity, but what would happen in a year or two? Would he still care about her as he did now? Was it worth the possibility of a broken heart for a few good years? However, when she thought of marrying Dane, she didn't think she would have the benefit of those memories to cushion a life with him.

"Alright, I'll marry you."

Aiden stared at her as if he hadn't heard what she had said. A second later, he was twirling her about, smiling and crowing at the top of his lungs. Meredith tried to shush him by covering his mouth with her hands, but she was laughing as well. He placed her back on her feet and smothered her face with kisses.

Their lips met and lingered. Before they sunk too far into the kiss, Aiden pulled away, a lopsided smile on his face.

"I have to go. My guardian should hear about this from my mouth," Meredith said.

"I will tell her. Let me take care of this."

She hesitated, but it would probably sound truer from Aiden than from her. When she nodded Aiden placed a chaste kiss on her forehead. They went back to Sherry's house to say their farewells before getting back into the carriage. Sherry passed her a small paper packet filled with dried herbs telling her it was her tea recipe.

Aiden sat next to her in the carriage. The mood was completely different from this morning. Aiden was still grinning and held her hand throughout the carriage ride. The simple contact sent warmth flooding through her. As they drew closer to her house, Meredith was beginning to realize the enormity of what she had just done.

Not only had she agreed to marry Aiden, but she had essentially agreed to join his family. The thought itself was frightening. She could only imagine how the community would react to their betrothal. She had a feeling that there would be unpleasant rumors and speculation about why Aiden had chosen her. 

Aiden squeezed her hand, jolting her out of her thoughts. He reached for her other hand which was clenched around a portion of her dress. He smoothed her hand flat before interlacing their fingers together. Meredith marveled at how large his hands were compared to hers.

"What are you thinking about?" he asked.

Meredith sucked in a breath and raised her eyes to Aiden's. His smile had waned and worry clouded his expression. She squeezed his hand back and smiled as best she could. He didn't look convinced. Aiden released one of her hands to stroke her cheek with his thumb.

"Tell me. I'm a surprisingly good listener."

She laughed quietly.

"I'm just worried," she said.

"About?"

"Everything," she whispered.

He chuckled then and traced his thumb over her bottom lip.

"Shall I make you forget for a while?"

"And how do you. . ."

He muffled her words with his mouth, his lips coming down roughly on hers. Meredith fell into the kiss with abandon, escaping into the pleasure Aiden was offering. His fingertips caressed the sensitive column of her throat. For such large and callused hands his touch was feather light. He used his teeth to nip gently at her bottom lip.

She shivered slightly at the little shock of sensation that ran through her. Meredith retaliated by using her free hand to touch him through his pants. She smiled when he groaned loudly, the straining bulge in his pants hardening beneath her fingers.

"You don't play fair, Meredith," he said. In the daylight, she could see the gold tinging his eyes. It was beautiful and hypnotic. 

"I didn't know there were rules to follow," she said, squeezing lightly.

Aiden grunted and returned to her mouth with renewed vigor. He devoured her, his skillful tongue demanding she join his fervor. Abruptly, she felt the carriage rock to a halt. She disentangled herself from Aiden and looked out the window. They had arrived at her home. Nervously, she pushed her hair back from her face and tried to smooth the creases in her borrowed dress. Her blood cooling significantly just from her anxiety.

Aiden shifted his legs and sighed heavily. Meredith glanced at Aiden's disgruntled expression, finding it amusing that he looked like a petulant child. She was about to tell him so when the door opened for them. Aiden got off first before helping her down. As they walked to the door, he took hold of her hand once more. 

Esa Jaine had a modest home. Meredith wasn't sure why a pure silver blood such as Jaine lived in such a small house. She hadn't been told much about her mother's side of the family. After coming back from Es Dane's home, Meredith was almost embarrassed to have Aiden come inside. She just hoped that Esa Jaine wouldn't make too much of a fuss. Since Aiden was a gold, she doubted that Jaine would have too much to complain about. 

Before he could raise his fist to knock, the front door swung open. Suddenly, Ella rushed towards her and pulled her close.

"Meredith, I am so happy you are safe."

"I'm sorry, Ella. I got sick last night and I stayed the night at Es Dane's home."

Ella held her at arm's length and looked over her. She sniffed loudly before letting go of her. Meredith noticed that Ella didn't miss the fact that she was holding Aiden's hand.

"Esa Jaine is quite upset. You'd better hurry in. Thank you sir, for escorting Meredith home."

"I'm actually here to talk with Esa Jaine with Meredith," Aiden said.

Ella blinked surprised and looked to her in confusion.

"It's fine, Ella."

At Meredith's nod, Ella backed out of the doorway to let them inside.

"Thank you, Ella. I'll take Es Aiden into the study," Meredith said. "If you would tell, Esa Jaine."

Ella nodded, surprisingly quiet and hurried off. Meredith turned to Aiden, who was looking at her questioningly.

"Follow me, it's just down the hall."

She led him to Jaine's study. Though it was called a study, Meredith was pretty certain the room was for appearances only. When Meredith had been younger she had found that some of the books on the shelves were blank. Meredith entered the room first and gestured for Aiden to take a seat in one of the armchairs. Once he was seated, he looked about.

"Would you like anything to drink?"

"No, thank you."

Meredith anxiously twisted her fingers and chewed her bottom lip. A few moments later, Jaine entered the room quietly. From the pinched expression on the older woman's face, Meredith could tell she was not pleased. Jaine ignored her as she took a seat in the other armchair. Aiden rose to his feet when she had entered, sitting once more when she had been seated.

"Esa Jaine, if you have the time, Meredith and I would like to have a word with you."

"Of course, Es Aiden. What can I assist you with?"

"I have just asked Meredith to marry me."

Jaine's brows rose, wrinkling her forehead. Her eyes narrowed briefly as if in disbelief.

"Is that so. I assume, she agreed?" Jaine said turning to her.

Meredith nodded her head, but kept silent.

"I see. Have your parents been notified, Es Aiden?"

"No, I thought it best to ask your permission before informing them," Aiden said smoothly.

Finally, Jaine smiled. It chilled her.

"Of course, this news is to be celebrated. I won't hold you here any longer. Your parents must be informed and plans made."

Jaine rose and extended her hand for Aiden to hold. Aiden held her fingers briefly before dropping them and turning to Meredith. He drew her into his side and almost dragged her from the room. Once they were back in the carriage, he expelled a loud breath.

"Ghastly woman," he muttered.

Meredith bit her lips shut to keep from laughing. She knew it was her familial duty to defend her guardian, but she really was unpleasant.

"Thank you for speaking with her."

"Anything for you."

Meredith blushed at his teasing comment. It had sounded genuine enough, but with Aiden it was hard for her to tell.

"Now the hard part. You get to meet my parents."





The Triplets Pt. 06



Just as quickly as she had blushed, the color drained from her face. Stiffly she nodded and tried to push away her anxiety. She hadn't fully realized that Aiden was a son from the gold dragon line, and the eldest no less. Once more, Aiden helped her back into the carriage. It felt as if she'd done nothing but ride about all morning.

"I'm only teasing you. They'll be overjoyed that I've willingly brought a female before them."

Aiden placed a hand on her knee, the warmth from his palm seemed to spread up her leg.

"Meredith, it will be alright. Trust me."

Hesitating for a moment, Meredith met the clear blue of Aiden's eyes. Slowly she nodded. Aiden rewarded her with a smile that warmed her insides. She returned it with her own. His eyes trailed downwards to her mouth and lingered. His gaze felt like a physical touch as it skimmed over her lips, down her throat to her breasts.

It was unnerving how he could arouse her with only his eyes. Grasping for something to distract her, Meredith blurted out the first thing that came to mind.

"I should have changed before going to meet your parents. I can't show up in a borrowed dress."

"On the contrary, I think you look lovely. Besides, in this dress, if you decide to faint you'll be much easier to carry."

Meredith was torn between indignation and laughter.

"At least you weren't the one in the dress," she giggled.

"That would be a sight to see. I doubt I could fit an arm through any of your gowns."

Meredith looked over his impressive arms in agreement.

"If you keep looking at me that way, I'll be forced to kiss you again."

Letting her gaze linger over him, she raised her eyes cheekily to his and batted her lashes. His eyes narrowed, but she could see his eyes beginning to change once more.

"Are you trying to seduce me madam."

Meredith let out an exaggerated gasp and placed her hand against her chest.

"Me? I would never do such a shameful thing," she said as she trailed her hand lower.

His eyes followed her hand's movements as she cupped her breast. Meredith bit into her bottom lip as she squeezed lightly. The excitement was intoxicating as she saw Aiden's eyes flare a brilliant gold, but he didn't move. She didn't think he was breathing either. 

She found her nipple, poking out stiffly from her dress. Meredith rubbed her fingers against the little bud through the fabric. Her stomach fluttered in pleasure as she touched her breast, heightened by the fact that Aiden was watching her.

"If I had wanted to seduce you. . ." Meredith trailed off and laid her hand on his thigh.

She felt the muscles in his leg tense beneath her touch even through his pants. Slowly, she inched her fingers up his leg. Meredith saw his jaw clench and reveled the power she held over him. She smoothed her palm flat and paused. Finding it immensely amusing, Meredith tilted her head up.

"You look like you're in pain. Should I stop?"

In response, the corner of his lips quirked up before he opened his mouth. Suddenly the carriage door opened once again and she realized that the carriage had been still for a while. Flustered, Meredith removed her hand and exited clumsily. Aiden, irritatingly calm despite the color of his eyes, led her into his enormous home. While Es Dane's home had been built around ivory colored stone, Aiden's home was darker, older. Its stone was a dark beige and accented with dark wood.

There was a different intimidating feeling to the house. Almost as if past ancestors had imbued the building with some of their memories. The interior was just as grand as she had remembered from the party, but with no people to lighten the atmosphere, it seemed cold and empty. A servant welcomed Aiden home and bowed to her as well.

He offered to bring them refreshments. Aiden told him to bring a few to the green room. After speaking with the servant, Aiden led her up a flight of stairs and into a waiting room. Comfortable, plush furniture was arranged to face each other with a low table between them. The dark wooden floor was carpeted with several elaborate rugs. The walls had been painted a muted green and trimmed with white molding.

Aiden drew her to one of the sofas and bid her to sit. Meredith sank down into the cushion.

"If you'll wait here, I'll speak to my parent before I bring them to meet you."

Meredith nodded and watched him leave. Soon after there was a knock on the door. Meredith opened the door. The servant thanked her and brought the tray they were carrying to the table. Meredith thanked the man and gave him permission to leave. She poured herself a cup of the floral scented tea. Sipping the liquid slowly, Meredith looked around the room at the various painting on the walls. Several she assumed were past ancestors of Aiden's.

One portrait even had Aiden's blue eyes. She wondered if they were a family trait, though Aiden's brother Greyson, had silver eyes. The door opened once more. Aiden held the door open for his mother to come through. Meredith jumped to her feet and bowed her head.

"Esa Meredith, I'm so happy to meet you again. I haven't seen you since Aiden's welcome home party. Have you been well?" Eta Celia asked.

Before she knew it, Meredith was drawn into a friendly embrace. Eta Celia had a comforting scent, which was nothing like what Ella had said was in fashion. Meredith made a mental note to never wear that fragrance again.

"Yes, thank you, Eta Celia. I am well."

Aiden's father came in as well. He was every bit as intimidating as Eta Celia was not.

"Good day, Et Gaven," Meredith said, her voice shaking audibly.

"No need to be nervous girl," he said.

His comment had the opposite effect on her, but she tried to bow as casually as she could.

"Father, you're frightening when someone just mentions your name," Aiden said. He closed the door behind him and took a hold of her hand. Meredith was grateful for the contact, but Eta Celia suddenly grasped both of her arms, drawing her hand out of Aiden's.

"Oh, you have no idea how long I've waited for a daughter, Meredith. I was beginning to think that I wouldn't be able to see grandchildren until I was too old to play with them."

Eta Celia drew her back to the sofa and began going over wedding plans. Meredith glanced at Aiden once to see that he was deep in conversation with his father, both speaking in hushed tones. Meredith turned her attention back to Aiden's mother who was enthusiastically explaining the different types of fabric that could be used in the wedding gown.



The Triplets Pt. 07



 Thanks once again to Tigersman for editing. Also thank you for everyone who favorites and comments on the story. Enjoy reading. 

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(Aiden)

Aiden held his father's disapproving gaze. He was lucky that his mother had embraced the surprise betrothal so quickly. His father had been less enthusiastic. It didn't help that Aiden had no knowledge of Meredith's bloodline.

His father sighed and was the first to look away.

"Do your brothers know?"

"Not yet, but I think they won't be as surprised by the news."

Aiden glanced over to where the women were talking, or rather his mother was talking and Meredith was nodding. He smiled at the flustered expression on Meredith's face. His father sighed again and shook his head.

"You are impulsive as ever."

"You expected any less?"

His father didn't answer, instead he turned away from Aiden and went to stand behind his wife. Aiden went to the door and asked the servant standing just outside to bring his brothers here. Aiden left the door open and went to sit on the sofa next to Meredith. She glanced at him as he approached. He smiled at her, trying to convey that things were going well.

As they all listened to his mother go on about wedding plans, his brothers arrived. Aiden stood and went over to them.

"I hear we are in for a surprise," Kaleb said, casting his gaze past Aiden to where the women were seated.

"You heard right. I'm engaged."

Both brothers stared at him, wide-eyed in shock. Aiden laughed and slapped Kaleb on the back.

"Didn't think the day would come, did you?" Aiden chuckled.

"Can't say I was making any bets, but you've known the girl for what? Days? Weeks?" Kaleb asked incredulously.

"A few weeks," Aiden said. Though he was sure it had been little more than two weeks since he had first learned Meredith's name.

Grey looked over his shoulder at the women before speaking.

"Mother seems to like her."

"I think she's just happy there will be another female in the family," Kaleb said.

All three of them nodded simultaneously.

"So what is your betrothed's name?" Kaleb asked.

"Meredith, and before you ask, I don't know her bloodline."

"She's a silver, at least on her mother's side," Grey said.

"I didn't know you kept up with lineages, Grey," Kaleb said.

"When Aiden started showing interest, I thought it would be prudent to know," Grey said.

Aiden raked a hand through his hair.

"Well, not that it matters, but I'm glad one of us knows. At least father will get some questions answered."

His brothers nodded in understanding.

"Anything else I should know?" Aiden asked.

"Her mother eloped with a green. A few years after she was born both parents passed away and she was left to her mother's cousin," Grey recited.

"Ah, I've met her. Pleasant woman," Aiden remarked sarcastically.

"She is also in line for a hefty inheritance from her mother's side. Once she is no longer under her guardian's care," Grey continued.

"And how would you know that?" Kaleb asked.

"Things you hear at a Red's party around intoxicated women," Grey said, gesturing to his ears.

"Amazing things women are privy to," Aiden said.

"Well, you should at least say hello to Meredith, since you've both been introduced before."

His brothers nodded and made their way to Meredith and their parents. Aiden was surprised by how warmly his brothers greeted Meredith. He'd expected them to be polite, but the both of them were treating her as if she were already family.

A bit jealously, Aiden watched as Meredith smiled at his brothers, completely at ease. He felt an absurd need to monopolize her smile. Aiden had never been a jealous man, though he had to admit never having to be. No woman had been worth getting possessive over.

Rejoining his family, Aiden realized all the seats closest to Meredith were occupied. Even his father was engaged in the conversation. Taking a seat opposite to his family, he realized how well Meredith fit into the family. While his mother and brothers all had blonde hair, his father used to be the only dark headed member of the family.

"Aiden, what do you think?"

Not having followed any of the conversation, Aiden fell back to an ambiguous answer.

"Whatever you think is best."

His mother smiled approvingly, but he saw that his brothers knew he hadn't been paying attention. Meredith looked at him disapprovingly as well. He'd have to remember that she wasn't easily fooled.

"Well, since Aiden seems to agree, we will have a large ceremony and invite all the prominent families."

Aiden wanted to smack himself. That must have been the reason behind his brother's knowing looks. He sighed, there was nothing to be done now. He could see that his mother was practically brimming with anticipation. Fortunately for him, it wasn't likely that she would be asking for much involvement from him. If he was lucky, all he would have to do was show up.

"I'm sure you're tired, Meredith. How about we all have a late lunch," Celia said.

All the men had similar expressions of relief. All six of them filed out of the room and made their way downstairs to the dining hall. His brothers flanked Meredith. Aiden was forced to trail behind. It was only slightly amusing that they were paying so much attention to Meredith. He was beginning to suspect that the two of them were planning something, but only had the feeling to go on.

Once they entered the dining hall, Kaleb pulled out Meredith's chair for her. Kaleb and Grey took the seats beside of her while his parents took up their customary seats. Aiden sat next to his mother, across from Meredith.

One of the servants approached the table and poured them all glasses of water as she described the lunch courses. Aiden could hardly focus on anything besides his brothers whispering to Meredith. He took a large swallow from his glass to hide his irritation. From across the table, all three of them simultaneously glanced at him before smiling secretively.

Before he could reach across the table and smack his brothers for deliberately goading him, the food arrived. Aiden chewed his food without really tasting it. His brothers were taking turns cutting and serving Meredith as if she wasn't physically able to do it herself. Aiden contributed little to the overall dinner conversation, distracting himself with ways to get back at his brothers.

(Meredith)

It was incredible how easy it was to agitate Aiden. When she had agreed to tease him with his brothers she had thought there would be more to it than just the two of them being overly attentive. Once lunch was over, Grey offered to show her around the house and grounds. Aiden immediately intervened.

"I can show Meredith around, no need to trouble yourself," Aiden said.

Meredith saw Kaleb wink at her. She smiled, realizing the joke was still playing out and decided to go along with it.

"Actually, I'd like to get to know your brothers a bit better."

She wasn't sure the brothers had heard her as Aiden was quickly dragging her out of the dining room. His brothers laughed as they left the room. Meredith had to cover her mouth to stifle her laughter. He pulled her down a hallway into a different room, shutting the door loudly behind him.

Without a word, he pushed her against the wall and dropped his mouth roughly over hers. It was all she could do not to laugh in his face, though his anger would have frightened her if she didn't think it was so funny. He eventually removed his mouth when she couldn't hold back her giggling. She heard him sigh before he started grinning as well.

Meredith fell into a fit of laughter then, with Aiden's arms still braced on either side of her head. Aiden laughed as well, dropping his forehead to his arm. After a long moment, Aiden turned his head, his eyes shadowed in the crook of his arm as he looked at her.

"I guess I'll have to get use to that," he sighed. "But for now . . . I think I'll take a little revenge."

As he spoke, he lifted his head and brought it slowly closer to hers. His gaze slipped down to her mouth. Meredith couldn't look away from the heat in Aiden's eyes as gold began to bleed into the blue. He brushed his mouth against hers, light and slow. Tendrils of heat unfurled within her body accompanied by an intense sense of longing. Suddenly, the door opened to her right.

Meredith would have let out a startled squeak if Aiden hadn't placed his fingers on her lips and motioned for silence. Somehow they were just barely hidden behind the door. Meredith couldn't hear anything besides the beating of her heart. She held her breath, afraid that she would be heard. There was the distinct clink of china from the other side of the door. It sounded as if plates were being carefully placed against each other from the deliberate and slow repetition of the clink.

It was only a moment before the clinking stopped and the door was closed once more. As the two of them waited in silence, she could just make out the muffled sound of retreating footsteps. Meredith sucked in a much needed breath. Aiden gave her a mischievous wink before pressing a chaste kiss to her lips. He moved away and raked a hand through his unruly hair. She recognized the frustration behind the move and felt an answering chord within her. Her amusement had faded, replaced with a bit of guilt for teasing Aiden.

With Aiden's body not taking up her entire view she could see that they were in a storage room, specifically for the porcelain tableware. There was an impressive amount of shelving along the walls, all neatly housing different ceramic service ware.

"I use to hide here as a child whenever my brothers and I skipped our lessons. No one really thought I would risk hiding in a place filled with nothing but breakables. Kaleb use to hide in the linen closet, but we could never find out where Grey went," he said breaking the silence.

Meredith chuckled and imagined Aiden as a young boy either brave or foolhardy enough to hide in the china closet.

"It's one of my secrets. You have to swear not to tell my mother."

She clamped her lips shut and twisted her fingers around an imaginary key at the corner of her mouth. Aiden rolled his eyes towards the ceiling, but grinned at her.

"I'll hold you to your 'unspoken' word."

Meredith smiled answering his grin. Pushing away from the wall, she opened the door and peeked out into the hall. It was empty. Meredith was startled when she felt a gust of warm air against her ear. She shivered at the sensation. Turning her head slightly, she met Aiden's amused expression.

"Shall we?" he said.

Meredith gave him a mock glare and proceeded out the room. She heard him chuckle before following behind her.

"I suppose I'll just have to postpone my revenge then."

A shiver of anticipation ran up her spine at his whispered words. She did her best to ignore him as they walked quietly down the hall, but her body seemed to gravitate to his almost with its own will. It was strange to consider she was walking next to her future husband. Strange as well to believe that they had only met a few weeks earlier. Everything was going so fast Meredith wasn't sure if she was thinking clearly about the future and making the right decisions. Though it seemed a bit too late now.

Abruptly he caught her hand in his, twining his fingers with hers. His warmth seemed to spread up her arm. It unnerved her how often he touched her so casually. How free he was in expressing affection, but she didn't draw away. Instead, she squeezed his hand and hid a pleased smile. A soft ache made her chest tighten. Meredith turned her face away, suddenly embarrassed by the strange rush of emotion.

"There you two are! I've been looking all over this house for you. It's selfish to keep Meredith to yourself, Aiden."

Meredith turned towards Aiden's mother who was rapidly approaching. Aiden looked as if he were suppressing a frown, but he smiled as Celia came to stand in front of them.

"Is it wrong for me to want to spend time with my fiancé, mother?"

"Yes, it is. You will have plenty of time after the wedding. For now she is mine. Come dearling, we have got so much to discuss."

Meredith bit her lips closed to keep from giggling at Aiden's feigned expression of suffering. Celia shook her head and sighed before she firmly grasped her arm and led her away. Meredith was surprised by the strength in her grip. She had little choice but to follow Celia or be dragged along behind her. Meredith glanced back and saw that Aiden was watching them leave, a chagrin smile playing across his lips.

(Aiden)

It had been almost a week since he had been able to say more than hello to Meredith. His mother was keeping her so damn busy with wedding plans that he had barely seen her. If she wasn't out shopping with his mother, she was out socializing with potential wedding guests. Unsurprisingly, his brothers thought it was hilarious and taunted him unsympathetically.

Aiden felt so tightly coiled with frustration he was likely to snap soon. He had thought a few days on a ship would quickly solve the churning he felt in his chest. However, he found himself staring at the coastline. He hadn't sailed out far, hugging the coastline, reluctant to venture too far into the open sea.

He doubted Meredith would even realize he was out sailing, let alone he hadn't been home since yesterday. He'd spent the night anchored to a small reef, sleeping beneath the clear sky. Though he hadn't spent a restful night on the sea either. The usual gentle rocking of the waves hadn't been as soothing as he had hoped. Instead, he had spent most of the night dreaming of soft hands and softer lips running along his body.

Before he had even set foot on the docks he had contemplated visiting a bar or brothel to distract him, but both hadn't appealed to him. It was unsettling to realize he actually found the idea of touching another woman besides Meredith a bit repulsive. He had to laugh at himself for that thought. Having been shameless with his past relationships with women, it seemed ironic that he would find it distasteful now to indulge in that behavior.

Abruptly, Aiden decided to sail back to the docks. It didn't seem like he would be getting his usual peace from the sea.

The docks were relatively quiet, as Aiden tied off his boat. He waved to a few sailors he recognized. They beckoned him to join their game of dice. Aiden went over, slapping his hand roughly on one of the sailor's shoulder and nodding to the rest. The stout man's name was Bennett, but most people called him Benny. What Benny lacked in height he made up with muscle, but his penchant towards ale left his belly soft. His hair was even lighter than Aiden's, having been bleached almost bone white in the sun and stood in stark contrast to his bronzed skin which was already showing signs of being too weather beaten, but he had sharp dark eyes and a good natured manner that gained him many friends quickly. 

"Thought you might've fell into the sea since we've not seen your face in a while," Benny said.

Aiden shrugged and pretended to pay attention to the dice roll.

"I've been busy catching up with family," he replied.

Benny snorted and placed several coins down for the next roll. Aiden felt the corner of his lips hike upwards.

"What's there to catch up on? Lizard bloods do the same thing and have done the same thing for as long as people have lived in Ardis."

"True. . ." Aiden chuckled. He'd found out that lizard blood was a favorite pet name for anyone of dragon blood, at least among sailors.

"So what've you really been up to? You and your brothers getting into trouble again?"

"Unfortunately not. We have actually been on our best behavior."

"Shame, would've liked to have met them. Especially if they are as bad at gambling as you are."

"I'll remember that next time. I'm sure they'll be happy to prove you wrong."

Benny laughed cheerfully. "Lizard bloods don't have a sense for gambling. A few coins here and there isn't anything to them."

Aiden couldn't really argue since he was pretty unlucky when it came to gambling. Though Benny never took advantage of the fact, never taking too much away at one time. Aiden didn't begrudge him the money. He'd rather have it go to Benny's nieces and nephew anyway. When he was on solid ground, Benny lived with his widowed sister and her four children. Aiden knew Benny gave most of his earning to his sister, never having married himself. Though he and Aiden had gone to the same bar often enough for him to know that Benny wasn't without female company for long.

"How is Mora and the family?"

"She's working for a baker now, but she says she likes it better than the inn. Lisa is married now and living with her husband. Her sisters are close behind. The other two girls are getting glassy eyed with puppy love."

Benny sighed and shook his head. Aiden grinned at his woeful expression.

"I've signed up to man a new ship going to the southern continent in a few weeks. They're short-handed and need a few more men before setting sail. Interested in joining?" Benny asked.

"My sailing days have officially come to an end. I'm to be married soon."

Aiden smiled wider at Benny's dumbstruck expression.

"You. Getting married." Benny eyed him suspiciously. "I don't believe what I'm hearing."

"Believe it or not, but I'll be land locked for life. Consigned to a live as a land lizard instead of a sea one."

"This is why true men of the sea never marry anyone aside from the sea herself," Benny grumbled.

"As much as I enjoy the sea, I don't think I'll regret leaving her too much," Aiden said quietly.

Benny nodded his head, but had a doubtful expression on his face.

"I'd like to meet the lady. She's probably too good for a lizard blood like you," Benny chuckled.

"No doubt," Aiden muttered. "She said no the first time I asked her."

"YOU asked her?" Benny paused then burst into loud chortles. "And she said no!"

Aiden grimaced, his pride still a bit sore on that point. Benny let out a breath as his laughter subsided. 

"Do you've time to drop by and visit. I'm sure Mora has some advice she could give you for your new bride."

Aiden sighed, but accepted Benny's invitation. After another few rounds of dice with heavy pockets, Benny led him out of the docks. While Benny's family didn't live in the poorest part of town, they were very close to the main market street. As soon as they opened the door to the small home, Benny's nephew barreled into them. Benny laughed and caught the young boy before throwing him up and over his shoulder. If he remembered right, the boy's name was Marcel.

"Dani, Jenna, I've brought a guest," Benny hollered above Marcel's laughing.

The two of them wrestled as the sisters walked into the room. Aiden was surprised by how much they both had grown since he'd last seen them. Benny held Marcel down with one large hand. Aiden found it amusing that the boy couldn't reach farther than Benny's bicep.

"Girls, this is Aiden. You met him when you were younger a few years back."

Both girls bowed their heads low. He assumed that they were old enough now to know who he really was, from how low they bent their heads. Aiden bowed low as well, sweeping his hand out formally. His lips twitched when they smiled and flushed excitedly.

"Good to see you again, ladies."

Benny made a exasperated noise as he released the squirming Marcel.

"Don't encourage them. It's enough that they're both mooning over Lisa's husband. Where's your mother girls?"

"She's in the kitchen."

"Well go tell her to come meet our guest."

Aiden watched as the two girls hesitated leaving. Benny made another exasperated noise and started pushing both of them out the door. They complained every step of the way. Marcel came to stand next to him and grinned. He looked a lot like Benny, but with lighter eyes that had no doubt come from his father's side.




The Triplets Pt. 07



"Are you a lizard, Aiden?"

Aiden was a bit startled, but smiled at the boy and tousled his blonde hair.

"Your uncle likes to call me a sea lizard. I'm a one of a kind lizard."

"Does that mean you're like a lizard, but you live in the ocean?"

"I guess you can think of it that way, but I have to get married soon, so I'll just be a regular old lizard then, living on land and everything."

"My uncle says lizards only marry other lizards. Are you going to marry another sea lizard?"

"Well, I suppose if there was another sea lizard I would have married her, but since I haven't found one, I'll just have to settle for just a land lizard."

Marcel nodded his head gravely, as if what he had just said was very serious. Aiden found himself holding back his laughter in the face of Marcel's graveness.

"I heard your sister Lisa got married."

"Yes, and he's not a lizard."

"I see. Well I guess that means your sister is not a lizard either."

"No, she's just a person."

Aiden felt a bit strange having Marcel tell him that he didn't consider lizards or dragon bloods people. Before he could say anything more, Benny came back, his sister, Mora, behind him. She brushed her hands nervously against her apron and bowed her head. Aiden bowed as well.

"I was just telling Mora that you are getting married and need some advice on women," Benny said.

Dani and Jenna pouted behind their mother. He saw Mora eye him skeptically.

"From what I can tell, there doesn't seem to be much to complain about Es Aiden," she said tartly to her brother.

Aiden bowed again, flattered and amused.

"Of course, he doesn't look like he's got problems. But some advice wouldn't hurt the man," Benny argued.

"Why don't you follow Es Aiden's example and find someone to marry you."

Benny made a disgruntled face before turning to his nephew.

"What do you think Marcel? I think the marriage fever is spreading. Let's run while we can."

They bolted out the door. Aiden heard Marcel giggling as they escaped. Mora turned to him, her eyes soft and indulgent.

"The man really should find himself a wife. He treats Marcel like his own, but it's different having your own children. Oh, excuse my manners. Please have a seat. Girls, bring some refreshments."

"It's not necessary, but I appreciate the thought. I've only come to say my congratulations," Aiden said.

"I can't very well send you off without so much as a cup of tea," Mora said.

Aiden spent the next half-hour chatting with Mora and her daughters. It was amusing to listen to the three of them bicker lightly with one another. It reminded him of his relationship with his brothers.

"Thank you for your hospitality. Give Benny my farewell," Aiden said to Mora as the girls led him to the door.

"What is your fiance like? Is she pretty?" Dani asked as soon as they were out of earshot of their mother.

"Does she come from a good family?" Jenna asked.

Aiden could hardly respond to their questions since they asked them almost simultaneously. He smiled at them as he stood under the door frame.

"Well, I think she is very pretty and I've only met one member of her family."

"Have you gotten her a present yet?" Dani asked.

"For what?" Aiden asked confused.

"For wedding you, of course," Jenna said.

"Oh, no. It slipped my mind entirely. What would you girls suggest?"

"Jewels," Jenna said immediately.

"Dresses," Dani said.

"I see. . .How about I take one of you with me for shopping advice?"

The two of them immediately began arguing on who would get to go. When it seemed like the argument would never come to an end, he heard Mora called out for Jenna. Her face crumpled in disappointment while Dani smiled smugly. Aiden held in his sigh of relief.

"Tell mother I'll be out for a while," she gloated.

Jenna let out a disgusted, disappointed noise and retreated back into the house. Aiden felt his lips tug upwards in a reluctant smile. Then he was escorting Dani down the streets towards the market. She pulled him into various shops, sighing dramatically over particularly gaudy trinkets that she claimed were absolutely lovely. He purchased one for her and another for her sister to make it fair, but couldn't imagine Meredith wearing anything so ostentatious.

He finally decided to get her a pair of hand gloves in a pearly gray with a matching set of heeled boots. He had the shop owner deliver the package directly to his house since he had not ridden in a carriage. Aiden planned to walk Dani back home, but she protested him having to walk so much. So he watched her as far as he could until she turned the corner. He wasn't too worried since it was just after midday and the streets were busy.

Of all the things he had expected that day, seeing Meredith staring at him across the street was not one of them. The expression on her face did not bode well either and he could already foresee the misunderstandings that were no doubt growing in her thoughts. His suspicions were confirmed when she promptly turned on her heels and walked quickly away.

Aiden wanted to kick himself for letting Dani drag him to the more exclusive shops that were favorites among the dragon bloods. He knew better than to let Meredith walk away before he could clear up the misunderstanding. Letting a woman stew was never a good thing.

He was surprised when it took him some time to finally catch up to her. Despite having a significant height advantage, Meredith could definitely travel fast. She slipped into one of the shops that lined the street. It was a dress shop, the window filled with extravagantly decorated gowns. Aiden hesitated only for a moment before going in.

He spotted Meredith speaking with another woman before she was led away further into the shop. Aiden was careful not to bump into anything as he made his way to her. Meredith pointedly ignored him. He felt a sharp jab of indignation. He'd honestly done nothing wrong. A woman he assumed worked in the shop approached him.

"May I help you, sir?"

"I've only come to speak to my fiance," he said, still walking after Meredith.

"If you are speaking of Lady Meredith, she is being fitted for her gown. I'm afraid you will have to wait until she has come out of the dressing room."

Aiden cursed softly beneath his breath. He scrubbed a hand over his face before turning to the woman. She looked a bit frightened.

"I'll wait," he said tersely.

She nodded. "If you wish, we have seating."

Aiden motioned for her to lead the way. She turned and moved quickly through the racks of dresses. Once he was seated in one of the armchair arranged just outside of the dressing rooms, Aiden thanked the woman. She bowed her head and quickly let him be. On any other day he would have felt guilty for treating any woman so curtly, but he hadn't the patience for it today. 

With a groan, he heard the voice he was most dreading to hear. His mother breezed into the shop, rapidly spewing instructions to the harried woman keeping pace at her side.

"Aiden! What are you doing here?"

"Hello, mother. I suspect it's for the same reason you are here."

"Oh, is Meredith here already then?"

"In the dressing room as we speak," Aiden said.



The Triplets Pt. 08



 Thanks so much to Tigersman for editing. I hope you guys forgive me for the major cliffhanger for part 7. Enjoy this next part and I really love any comments you guys have. Thanks to all who favorite and rate this story! 

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(Meredith)

The dressmaker, Sylvia, and her assistant tugged on the laces of the corset in swift jerks. Meredith was careful not to exhale all the way least they make it impossible for her to breathe at all. She tried pushing the image of Aiden walking with that woman out of her mind. She was past the point of regrets. She had known beforehand about Aiden and his taste for women, though she had hoped. . .what? That he would change? That he was someone she could trust?

She snorted in disgust at her own naivety, but a bitter lump tightened her throat. She was grateful for the fact that her eyes remained blessedly dry. Meredith could only hope she could keep hold of her composure when she faced Eta Celia. She didn't have the heart to upset the woman. Celia was a tireless ball of enthusiastic energy and had swiftly become more than her mother.

With the corset secured, layers upon layers of gauzy material was tugged over her head down to her hips. The first layer hung down to her ankles with the others getting progressively shorter. After the eighth layer, the two women pulled the main dress over her. The neckline just barely covered the top of her corset and left her shoulders bare. Once her skirts were arranged to Sylvia's satisfaction, she and her assistant attached the heavy train and laid it to drape just over her hips and fanned out behind her.

Meredith was relieved that at least this dress weighted less than the one she had worn to Es Dane's party. With her dress finally in place, Sylvia's assistant led her to a high bench to arrange her hair. Meredith sat facing the floor length mirror and looked over the dress.

The majority of the dress was gold and ivory, colors a clear reminder who and what she was marrying. There was however, tiny, gem-green embroidered leaves scattered on the top most layer of her exposed skirt. A rush of gratitude filled her at the gesture. The fact that Eta Celia had been considerate enough to represent even her lower blood heritage made her chest ache.

Despite feeling as if she were drowning in the amount of fabric on her, the dress appeared very light and ethereal. Sylvia's assistant braided half of her hair in a neat crown around her head and let the other half fall down her back.

"We haven't decided which would be the best way to style your hair, but I'm sure Eta Celia's opinion will help greatly."

Meredith nodded at the woman who helped her to stand back up before fussing once more with the arrangement of her skirts.

"Eta Celia is waiting in the sitting area with her son. Lady Sylvia had gone to fetch her," the woman said.

She nodded her head, grateful that she wouldn't have to face Aiden just yet. Eta Celia swept into the room with her usual exuberant presence and nearly shook in her excitement. Meredith couldn't help but smile as Celia teared up and fussed over her.

"I'm so happy that you will be joining our family, Meredith. I couldn't ask for a better daughter."

Meredith felt her eyes prickle with tears. While her guardian had raised her for the majority of her life, she hadn't been very mothering. Celia's affection felt like a warm rain quenching some dry part of her heart.

"Oh, no. I've gone and made you cry."

Eta Celia enfolded her in a tight hug, patting her hand on Meredith's back. Swallowing back the tears, Meredith hugged the woman back. She heard Celia sniffle loudly before she drew away and patted at Meredith's wet cheeks with a handkerchief before wiping her own face.

"Well, shall we show my son just how fortunate he is?" Celia said, her voice still a bit shaky.

Meredith bit her lips nervously. Despite still being angry and not a little bitter, she still wanted Aiden's approval. Celia either ignored her nervousness or hadn't seen it. She dragged her out of the dressing room and towards the waiting area. Then she saw Aiden, his eyes immediately locking onto her. She felt an immeasurable amount of satisfaction at his amazed and captivated expression.

He stared at her until his mother let out a throaty chuckled and patted his head. Meredith let Sylvia lead her to a small pedestal surrounded by mirrors. Since she had already seen herself, Meredith kept her eyes on Aiden. He had risen from his seat and was slowly coming towards her.

She couldn't see where Celia or the dressmaker had gone. Aiden stood behind her, his eyes looking at her through the mirror's reflection. Standing on the platform brought her almost even to Aiden's height. Still silent, he lifted one of his hands and brought it close to her bare shoulder, but didn't touch. She felt chills sweep up her spine, despite him not having touched her.

Abruptly, he snatched his hand away just as she saw his mother in the reflection coming closer. Celia gave her a small bouquet to hold and instructed her to turn away from the mirrors before she dragged Aiden back to an armchair.

It was odd to see him get pulled along so easily by a woman half his height and weight as if he were nothing more than an unruly child. She suppressed a smile, reminding herself that she was still angry. Sylvia and her assistant hovered near Eta Celia as she made comments about how to adjust the dress or what accessories might go well with the color scheme. Meredith fidgeted and was glad she wasn't wearing the uncomfortable shoes that were suppose to go with this dress.

"Meredith, you can change out of the dress if you want. I'll just have a few more words with Sylvia."

Relieved, Meredith stepped down from the pedestal and promptly tripped over the train of her dress. She didn't know how Aiden moved so quickly, but he had managed to catch her just before she smacked into the floor. He lifted her easily back to her feet, a faint grin ghosting his lips. There was no hiding the blush of mortification that flooded her face.

She fled to the dressing room. Sylvia's assistant helped her remove the separate layers of the dress. Once she was down to her corset, Meredith told let her leave. The assistant took the separate pieces of the dress and left the room.

With practiced movements, Meredith reached behind her and untied the corset. She had just gotten it loose enough to slip down her body when the door opened once more. Aiden closed the door quietly behind him, but didn't come any further into the room. Instead he leaned back against the door. Meredith pressed the corset to cover her breasts.

"What are you doing!" she hissed at him.

His lips quirked up and his eyes roved over her scantily clad body.

"I wanted to talk to you."

"And you couldn't wait until I was dressed?" she asked dryly.

He shrugged, but she could see his eyes flame to gold.

"Aiden, you have to leave before Sylvia or your mother come in here."

"Even if they do, we are betrothed. It is not that bad."

Meredith sighed in frustration.

"Aiden, please."

He frowned and hesitated.

"That woman you saw me with," he said. "She's the niece to a friend. His name is Benny. We met while sailing to the southern continent. She was helping me pick out a wedding gift for you."

Meredith sucked in a surprised breath. Disbelief warred with hope. She turned her back on him, trying to give herself time to think.

"I am not lying to you," he said tersely.

She didn't say anything, but he must have been able to tell that her silence didn't mean acceptance.

"Meredith, I asked you to trust me."

She nodded, acknowledging that statement.

"And you still can't bring yourself to do so," he said in an angry whisper. 

Meredith bit her lips. While it was true that she hadn't seen him do anything that would have broken his promise, her insecurity made it difficult to think reasonably. She heard him mutter curses under his breath.

"Have it your way."

He left. Meredith squeezed her eyes closed, wishing she was brave enough to trust him. Numbly, she removed the corset and put on the dress she had come in. Celia was waiting for her, still chatting with Sylvia. Aiden was gone.

They left the dressmaker's and went through a series of stores, but Meredith could hardly concentrate, she was too busy wallowing in self-pity. Finally, Eta Celia was satisfied by the amount of work they had gotten accomplished and they went back to the house to clean up before dinner.

Meredith went to her room in the guest wing and washed her face, trying to shock herself out of her depressing daze. She gripped the sink with her hands and let the water drip off her chin. She was startled out of her stupor by a brisk knock on her door. 

She wiped her face with a small towel and answered the door. As soon as she opened the door, Aiden pushed his way inside. He shut the door with his foot before swinging her into his arms and depositing her on top of her bed. She opened her mouth to say something, but it was lost as he crushed his lips to hers.

Violently, he possessed her mouth, searing her lips with his anger. Desperately, she tried to hold him off with her hands, but she might as well have been trying to move a mountain. He pressed her into the plush mattress, his weight frighteningly immense. She whimpered in fear and his body froze immediately.

He rolled off of her and covered his eyes with his forearm. Meredith scrambled to her knees and put as much space between them as the bed allowed. He remained still, his body taking up well over half the bed. She tried to calm her breathing. She had never truly been frightened by Aiden, and told herself that he would never hurt her, but she was beginning to doubt that conviction.

"Are you alright?" he said, his voice no more than a tense whisper.

Meredith moistened her mouth so she could speak.

"I'm fine."

"Forgive me. I don't. . .I would never. . .I'm sorry."

She could hear the self-loathing in his voice. Meredith guiltily realized that she was changing him and it wasn't for the better.

Hesitantly, she approached him. Aiden didn't move. Carefully, she pulled his arm away from his face. He kept his eyes closed, but his mouth was pulled down in a grimace. Meredith waited for him to open his eyes, but when he kept them firmly closed, she decided it was time to take the first step.

"I'm sorry as well, for not believing in your words. I broke my promise by not believing in you."

She turned to sit next to him, her hip fitted against his waist.

"What was her name?" Meredith asked.

"Her name's Dani. She's not even in her twenties. She has an older sister named Lisa that married recently and a younger sister named Jenna. They have a younger brother named Marcel and their mother's name is Mora. She's Benny's widowed sister."

"I'm jealous."

She heard Aiden snort.

"I am. I don't have any close friends. It. . .it's lonely."

They stayed next to each other quietly for a long time. Meredith wanted desperately to mend the hurt she had inflicted on Aiden for doubting him, but didn't know how to bridge the space between them. In the end, she leaned back until she was laying next to him.

Slowly, she turned onto her side until she was facing him. He moved his arm so that it pillowed her head and curved to lay lightly on her shoulder. Meredith draped her own arm across the expanse of his chest. He pulled her slowly into the curve of his body until she was molded against his side.

She could feel his chest expanding with each breath he took and the pulse of his heart beneath her palm. The warmth of his body soaked into her. She didn't realize she had started to drift asleep until she felt Aiden pulling away.

"What?" she asked, her mind slowly becoming more alert.

"We have to get up or mother will be searching the entire house looking for us."

Meredith was relieved that he sounded much calmer.

"Aiden."

He turned to her, slowly as if he was afraid of frightening her again. She pushed up to her knees and kissed him, threading her hands through his thick hair. He remained still, keeping his hands at his sides. A wave of sadness washed through her, she pulled away and got off the bed. Aiden remained seated and stared at the ground.

Meredith bit into her lips and quietly left the room.

(Aiden)

Aiden stared at the floorboards as the door closed behind Meredith. He was disgusted with himself. Not only had he forced himself on Meredith in anger, but she'd actually apologized to him. Despite deserving her scorn and anger. Ironic how he now despised his past when it had been so enjoyable to make.

He raked his hands through his disheveled hair and flopped back onto the bed. The sheets smelled of Meredith. Desire swamped him, but was tempered with a hefty dose of guilt. He groaned aloud. Whenever Meredith was concerned, he couldn't keep his thoughts or actions straight.

After not having seen or touched her for a week, he'd nearly ravaged her in the dressing room when he had caught her half-dressed, her lovely breasts threatening to spill out of her unlaced corset. He gritted his teeth against his unruly thoughts and pushed himself off of her bed.

He couldn't help but cast a parting glance at the rumpled sheets and remember how sweetly she had pressed herself against him just moments before. Aiden forced himself to leave, but her scent lingered, clinging to his thoughts.

Aiden avoided going to dinner. Unlike Meredith, no one would raise any questions if he wasn't there and he didn't think he could take any of his brothers' teasing tonight. What he really needed was an outlet for his frustrations.

His feet led him outside, past Grey's greenhouse and into the woods. Subconsciously, he knew where he was going, but he was still surprised when he arrived at the lake. The same lake where he'd had his first taste of Meredith.

Memories of that night haunted him, taunted his frustrations. He threw his clothes off of his body and sunk into the cold water. He let himself become enveloped, the water cocooning his body in a frigid embrace. He stayed under until his lungs were screaming for air. Kicking off the bottom of the lake, Aiden broke the surface and took in large gasps of air.

He floated on his back and listened to the strange muffled noises of the water, ears submerged. The cold seeped deep beneath his skin. Rarely was he ever chilled, but tonight he felt cold inside, like there were cracks in his skin that let the cold soak into his bones.

Aiden floated for ages, concentrating on how his breathing made his body bob in and out of the water. He was past feeling the cold, he was numb and his mind was blissfully quiet. He let out his breath slowly, sinking beneath the surface and deeper until his back touched the lake floor. Aiden stared up at the water's surface, marveling at how dark it was, how quiet. He ignored the burning in his lungs, ignored the way his vision dimmed.

His body struggled against his lethargy and made him push up from the lake's floor in a desperate attempt for the surface. He involuntarily sucked in a lungful of water. His body, now in a full panic, he struck out for the surface, his movements painful and slow. Then he blacked out.

The uncomfortable sensation of having his chest repeatedly pounded on broke through his consciousness. Then he was coughing up water and dragging in desperate breaths where he could. Opening his bleary eyes, he shivered. Grey's face came into focus just before his brother slapped him. Aiden blinked, the cold numbing most of the pain, but none of the shock. In his entire life, he had never known Grey to lift a hand against anyone outside of the trials.

"You are the biggest idiot alive," Grey said, the last word coming out bitterly.

Aiden blinked again, watching his brother's face color in anger. Dazed, he thought it was actually quite funny to see Grey this way. He got another slap for that. As his brain started to unfreeze, he scrub a hand over his face.

"Sorry, Grey. I agree. Biggest idiot." His throat burned and ached.

His brother sighed and dropped down next to him. Aiden wondered how often people would be forced to placate to his selfishness. He dropped his head forward, wishing he could just be numb and thoughtless again.

"Don't make me slap you again. Better yet, I should beat the shit out of you and then give you over to mother."

Aiden shuddered at the threat, not that he was afraid of getting beaten up, but the prospect of being handed over to his mother was unimaginable.

"You've been acting like you've gone mad. What the hell are you doing? I thought you were going to calm down once you and Meredith were together, but you've only gotten more out of control. First you go off to that damn toy boat of yours without a word to anyone of us, then you go try to drown yourself at the bottom of this stupid lake no one knows about."

He heard Grey let out a frustrated curse and felt more guilt for dragging him into his problems. Slowly, reluctantly his body began to warm up. He shivered as feeling returned to his extremities.

"Come on, let's go." It wasn't a request.

Aiden followed Grey back, mostly due to his tone of voice but also because at that moment he needed someone to direct him. He felt lost in more ways than one. They didn't talk on the way back and Aiden didn't ask how Grey had known where he was or how he had been close enough to rescue him from drowning.

It was only when the house came into sight did he realize that he was still naked and that Grey was soaked to the skin, fully clothed. He couldn't stop the laugh that erupted out of him, even as he realized it had a slight deranged tinge to it. Grey glanced at him warily, but Aiden subsided into quiet chuckles.

"Just realized I left my clothes on the bank."

"Hasn't stopped you from coming home before."

Aiden smiled at his brother in chagrin, knowing he was right. They walked together in a slightly lighter mood and entered the quiet house. Grey left him then to go to his own room. Aiden moved hesitantly through the halls. All he needed now was for Meredith to catch him walking naked around the house, dripping pond water. Like she needed more proof on the state of his insanity. He dragged a hand through his sodden hair, raking it away from his face. 

He made it to his rooms without any encounters or surprises. Despite his mother's protests, his rooms were quite bare. He had liked the clean emptiness, but was beginning to realize that perhaps he just didn't have things to fill it with. Most of the things he brought back from his adventures were things he gave to others. Rarely, did he keep anything for himself.

As he looked about his sitting room, he noted just how bare it looked. There were two armchairs on the far wall and an empty desk against the other. His bedroom was no better. Though his bed was of an impressive size, the only other furnishings were an old cabinet and a threadbare rug.

Ignoring his wet hair and the smell of stagnant water, Aiden tumbled into bed. He felt a dull aching in his chest and realized that he was missing Meredith's scent on the sheets. Balling his fists, he forced himself to lay there. Eventually he closed his eyes, but sleep did not come.

It took a long time for the sun to lighten the sky. He hadn't slept, hadn't even bothered to drag the covers over his chilled body. Once it was light enough, Aiden dressed and left his empty room. The servants were quietly moving about, cleaning or going about some other chores. He startled a few as he walked through the halls.

He found himself wandering aimlessly around the house as he waited for something to do, as if he would miraculously know what to do with himself. Grey found him a bit later and dragged him out to the yard where he made him chop a mountain of fallen logs and haul them across the yard to set in a neat pile. Aiden was grateful for the work, grateful that his brother cared.




The Triplets Pt. 08



The exercise did him good. His mind concentrated on not chopping off his hands or feet and he felt the frustrated coil of energy in his body lessen a bit. He was sweating and tired even before Kaleb came up to him. Wiping the perspiration from his eyes, Aiden looked up when Kaleb was close enough. He must have looked worse than he felt because Kaleb just stood there and looked at him. Aiden tried for a grin, but it only made his brother's brows draw together.

It was an odd feeling to have his younger brothers worry about him. Odder still when he wasn't able to just snap back to his old self. He guessed it was just as unnerving for his brothers to see him this way as well.

"Breakfast," Kaleb said.

"I'll be a minute."

Kaleb nodded and left him. Aiden watched his brother cross back across the yard and wiped the sweat off of his face. He sighed without knowing why and braced the ax against his shoulder as he crossed over to Grey's greenhouse. He leaned the ax against the pile he had arranged earlier and only then noticed the shallow gash on the palm of his hand. He wiped the blood off of the ax handle against his pants before wiping his palm.

Aiden went to his room to bathe quickly and throw on fresh clothes. He wrapped his hand loosely with a makeshift bandage before forcing himself to go to the dining hall. Of course, everyone was already seated and eating. As casually as he could, Aiden slipped into his own seat. His mother bid him a cheery greeting and his father frowned at him for his tardiness.

Grey remained calm as usual, but he saw Kaleb tense slightly. He could almost feel Meredith's gaze on him. It was like a physical touch, hesitant yet potent and he craved it with every fiber of his being. He resisted looking in her direction. He didn't know how he was going to be able to go through with their marriage ceremony without going insane.

Not only would he be in his dragon form, but he'd have to initiate Meredith's first shift as well. He shuddered at the thought of harming her if he lost control. Shoving the thoughts aside, Aiden filled his plate and found he had no appetite. He forced a few bites down, grateful for the fact that everyone else was nearly finished.

His parents left the table first, then Grey. Kaleb left soon after and then he was alone with Meredith who was also picking at her food. They sat across from each other, the table not the only thing separating them. When he could no longer force anything else down his throat, he dared to look up at Meredith.

She was staring at her plate, moving pieces of sliced fruit along its surface. She was so beautiful in the morning light. Her black hair lightened as light passed through the thick strands, warming to a deep brown. Her face was a bit paler than usual, but there were two spots of color high on her cheeks which didn't look like they had been painted on.

She suddenly lifted her eyes and caught him staring at her. Her expressive green eyes locked onto his. Aiden couldn't look away just as much as he hadn't been able to resist looking at her. He watched as she rose from her seat and circled around the table to come to his side.

He forced himself not to bolt out of his chair as she brought her small hand to his shoulder. He nearly bit through his own tongue when her hand crept to the back of his neck and gently massaged the stiff muscles. Suppressing a shiver at her touch, he forced himself to remain absolutely still least he take her on the table next to his half-eaten breakfast.

Softly, gently she caressed the sensitive skin on his nape, making him want to beg for more of her touch. He couldn't stop his breathing from escalating, but he kept his head resolutely turned away from her, closing his eyes when the temptation to face her nearly overwhelmed him.

The only sound in the room was the harshness of his breathing as he tried to control the urge to rip her clothes from her body. Then he felt the press of her lips against the line of his jaw. Whatever control he had snapped. Aiden hauled her into his lap and ripped the front of her morning gown away from her body, baring her breast to his hungry gaze.

She gasped and tried to cover herself, but he pinned both her wrists with one of his hands and licked over her sweet flesh. She trembled against him, but he couldn't think past the scent and taste of her body. Shoving aside the plates on the table, Aiden laid Meredith down on the wooden surface and ripped the rest of her clothing away.

With little more than scraps covering her, Aiden let go of her wrists and began claiming every inch of her body with his hands and mouth. She moaned and writhed upon the table as he licked and caressed her skin. His entire body flushed with an unnatural fever as desire crashed over him.

Her skin felt cool against the heat of his body. He had the dim thought that he might be burning alive. The small sounds escaping from Meredith only fanned the flames higher. He shed his pants and spread her legs. Her rosy flesh glistened with her arousal. Aiden hadn't the patience left to taste her like he wanted, but he had enough sense left to bring his hand down to test how wet she was.

As soon as his lust hazed mind registered the fact that she was ready, he plunged his cock into her body. She arched her back and moaned as he continued to thrust unrelentingly into her soft, clinging pussy. He braced his hands at her hips and rutted between her legs. There was no other word to describe it. Like a mindless beast, he shoved his cock deep into her.

She clenched hard around his cock as she found release, but it wasn't nearly enough. Aiden leaned over her on the table and drove himself deeper and faster into her, feral growls escaping from his throat. She whimpered into his ear and raked her nails over his shoulders. He shuddered at the painful pleasure and felt the rush of his release fast approaching as her nails bit into his back.

Aiden leaned back and rubbed his hand against her clit, obsessively determined for her to cum with him. She grasped at his arm as if to pull him away, but he ruthlessly ignored her and persistently rubbed against her clit. Meredith bowed off the table as she came again. Her pussy pulsed and fisted over his cock. He continued to thrust through his release as his cum shot endlessly into her cunt.

Impossibly, he remained hard within her, his desire only slightly dampened. Out of breath, he pumped his cock slowly in and out of her. Both his and her cum dripped out of her pussy with each push and pull of his hips. Meredith lay limply upon the table, her entire body trembling.

He ran his hands over her damp flesh, lightly kneading her breasts and teasing her nipples. She let out soft, exhausted moans as he continued to play with her body. He forcibly dragged another orgasm out of her before he let himself cum again. Aiden pulled out of her pussy and clutched her boneless body to his. He had to lay her head gently upon his shoulder when he realized she was asleep.

His cock was still hard, but he found there was actually enough space available in his brain allowing him think. Aiden pulled the scraps of her dress around her, using the ripped piece to wipe up the puddle of their mixed cum from the table. He dragged his pants back up and stuffed the soiled fabric into his pocket.

Whatever deity was watching over him made sure he didn't meet anyone in the hall as he cradled Meredith to his chest. Her soft, even breathing fanned against his throat. Aiden didn't want to bring her into his barren and empty room, so he went the extra distance to the guest wing. Just as he was pulling the door to her room open, her arms came up to circle his neck.

She nuzzled her face against his throat. Aiden swallowed the jolt of desire that crackled up his spine. He groaned as he felt her lips brush against his skin.

"Meredith, if you want to rest, I suggest you stay still," he choked out.

Her chuckle shivered over his skin. He set her gently on the bed, but she wouldn't untangle her arms from around his neck. He sighed and laid down beside of her. Aiden groaned again as she threw a leg over him and cuddled into his side. He tried willing his erection away, but her scent and closeness wasn't helping his efforts. Aiden couldn't decide if Meredith was deliberately torturing him or if he was torturing himself.

For long, blissfully tortuous moments, they laid together. He couldn't stop himself from running his hand over Meredith's thigh. He caressed her silky skin and felt her shiver when his fingers stroked over the back of her knees.

"We should get cleaned up. Don't you have more plans with my mother today?"

He grinned at her groan. She sat up, the edges of her dress framing the perfect globes of her breasts. Aiden forced himself to keep his eyes on her face. Deliberately tempting him, she leaned over his chest and placed a sweet kiss to his lips. He couldn't stop himself from taking a quick lick from her lips before she drew away and went to her bathing room.

Aiden sat up as well, uncomfortably aware that the inside of his pants were tight, sticky, and starting to chafe. Going to the bathroom door, he knocked lightly.

"Meredith, I'm going to go wash up."

"Why don't you come in here with me?" she asked through the door.

"I don't think we'd ever leave," he muttered, thinking about his unfading erection.

He heard her laugh accompanied by faint splashing. Aiden took that as his cue to leave. He walked with a distinct shuffling stride to prevent too much uncomfortable rubbing.

(Meredith)

She felt absolutely giddy and charged with a strange kind of energy. While Celia attributed her new found enthusiasm to the anticipation of the approaching wedding. Meredith didn't contradict her, only smiled happily and bounced along behind her like an excited puppy. She didn't even mind the ceaseless errands or the endless amount of people she had to meet.

The only thing that dampened her cloud of happiness was their visit her guardian's house. Es Jaine, gushed and fawned over Celia. Meredith didn't know this Jaine who was disturbingly polite and gracious. However, she could see the old Jaine, glimmering in wait behind her cold eyes. She was only able to relax once they were leaving. Though she knew that Celia was more than capable of handling people like Jaine, Meredith felt it was her responsibility to keep her calculating guardian away from her new family.

It surprised her how fiercely protective she felt, not having experienced the sensation before. Or rather not having anyone to exercise such feelings over. She was grudgingly aware that she did owe Jaine for raising her and taking her in when no one else would, at least that was what Jaine had told her growing up. And since she had never come into contact with any other member of her family, Merdith was inclined to believe her.

The farther they traveled from Jaine's small home, the more her spirits lifted. This had been the last visit that they had scheduled to fit in today. Meredith was pleasantly surprised to find that it was still quite a long time before the day was over. She was eager to spend the rest of her day with Aiden once she tracked him down.

Celia kissed her forehead affectionately before letting her race out of the carriage. She could hear the woman's indulgent laughter fading behind her as she took the stairs two at a time to the door. Meredith didn't wait for the servant to open it for her and smiled at his surprised and disgruntled expression. She headed for the east wing where Aiden and his brother's rooms were.

She was surprised that the men preferred the ground floor rooms to the ones upstairs like their parents in the southern wing. On her way towards the east wing, she had a servant tell her which room was Aiden's. Meredith continued on, almost trembling with excitement and her unsteady nerves. She had to take a moment before she knocked on his door.

There was no response, so she knocked again. Still nothing. She tested the handle and found it unlocked. She turned the handle and pushed the door open. The interior was shockingly bare. Confused she wondered if this was only a spare room, but the guest suite she was currently sleeping in was infinitely more inviting than this one. Two lonely armchairs were braced against the far wall, their only companion being an empty desk stationed along the other.

There were no drapes on the windows, nor was there anything personal on the walls. Hesitantly, she went to the bedroom. While this room had the advantage of a rug, it was nearly as empty as the sitting room. A huge bed dominated one wall, but had only a single pillow and a thin sheet on its broad surface. The bed was neatly made and the pillow undisturbed, further cementing the idea of this being a spare room.

She went to the dresser and found it at least was filled with fresh sheets and pillowcases. Another door led to an impressive closet that was modestly filled with men's clothing. Meredith closed the closet and returned to the bed. She wanted to bury her nose in the fabric to see it Aiden's scent clung to the material. She satisfied herself by lifting the pillow to her face, but it was freshly washed and held no scent beside that of soap and sunshine.

She set the pillow back to its original spot and smoothed out the wrinkles. The door to the sitting room shut loudly making her jump and snatch her hand away from the pillow. Alarmed and panicking, she hid beneath the bed. She bit her lips shut and willed her hammering heart to quiet. The space beneath the bed was mercifully dust free and high enough for her to slip under easily.

She saw a pair of boots enter the room just before the bed sagged and creaked beneath the person's weight. One by one they were pulled off and dropped to the floor before the man walked to the closet and opened the door, shedding articles of clothing all along the way. She flushed hotly when she saw the man's bare ankles as he kicked his pants away.

Chastising herself for blushing over a man's bare legs, Meredith did her best not to fidget least her clothes make any noise to alert the man to her presence. Then the man disappeared into the closet. She weighted the possibility making an escape before he was finished dressing and found it quite unlikely she would be able to make it across the room without being heard.

She swallowed the lump in her throat and tried to wet her dry mouth as she crawled closer to the door, stopping once she reached the edge of the bed. A strong grip fastened about her ankle and dragged her out from beneath the bed. She shrieked and tried to wriggle out of the man's grip. Then she was faced with Aiden's amused expression.

Meredith bit her lips together annoyed that he had found her and relieved that it was indeed Aiden. She huffed a breath that pushed a strand of hair away from her face and smiled at Aiden sheepishly. He helped her to her feet and brushed imaginary bits of dust from her dress and hair. He was half-dressed, his chest bare with his pants hanging loosely about his hips.

"Shall I ask why you were hiding beneath my bed?"

He regarded her with a slight grin as he took a step back from her. Meredith couldn't help her eyes from roaming over the muscled planes of his body. Her mouth began to water as well as other parts of her anatomy.

"I was startled when I heard the door open," she managed.

His grin widened.

"And why were you in my bedroom to begin with?"

Meredith clamped her lips shut least she tell him the truth. One of his brows lifted and she noticed a small scar running just along the top of the tapering arch, stopping just before reaching his temple.

"I was. . .I was looking for you."

"Well, here I am," he said, his voice dropping slightly lower and softer.

The inflection of his voice brought her senses to attention. She swayed unconsciously closer to him, wanting to be near his warmth.

"Yes, here you are."

His eyes swirled gold at her tone, and she found herself staring up into his face as her back hit the bed. His hot mouth closed over hers, his tongue seeking entrance. Willing and hungry, Meredith opened her mouth, meeting his tongue with hers. She felt his groan vibrate through her body, making her body pulse in anticipation.

Meredith nipped at his lips with her teeth. He growled at her and restrained her hands above her head before traveling down to her breasts. He licked her through her dress, keeping his eyes on her face as he teased her. She wanted him to rip her dress from her as he had this morning, but if that kept happening she would soon be forced to walk around naked.

Moaning her frustrations, Meredith arched into Aiden's mouth. His hand tightened around her wrists and he moved away with a soft chuckle. She watched as he pushed her dress up over her thighs, his big hands running lightly over her pale flesh. He teased her by running his hands along her inner thigh, going no higher than where her dress was bunched around her hips.

"Impatient are we? It has only been a few hours since you've had me this morning." He growled the words just before his tongue swept over the shell of her ear. Meredith shivered and tugged on her captured hands. His breathy chuckle made her shiver again. 

"Stay where you are. I'll be back in a moment."

His weight lifted from her and he disappeared into closet coming back moments later with a bit of silk in his hands. Aiden stripped her of her clothing, pulling her dress over her head and her undergarments down her legs. Then he circled the bed and used the silk to tie her hands together. She stared at him, confused as he crossed back to the other side. He smiled at her, his eyes mischievous and burning gold.

"One more moment. I'm going to lock the door."

He left her, naked with her hands bound to leave the room once more. Meredith pushed herself up and awkwardly made her way to the edge of the bed. He was back and pushing her back on to the sheets before she had made much progress.

"Lay still," he whispered.

Meredith nodded as his hands began a slow exploration over her body. His light touch raised goose-pimples all over her skin. She trembled and panted as he painted her skin with his touch. When his fingers skimmed over her thighs once more, Meredith spread them wide, beseeching him to touch the tormented flesh that ached for him.

"So beautiful."

His touch skimmed over the join where her hips met her thigh, so agonizingly close to her pussy. Teasingly, his fingers stroked back up to her hip and up her ribs. She let out a moan of disappointed frustration.

Then he was pinching and teasing her breasts. His mouth pressed hotly against her throat as he settled his big body between her splayed thighs. She groaned in appreciation as his warmth met her skin and the proof of his desire rubbed against her through his trousers.

She tried to press down upon him, to relieve the aching with some friction. He obliged by rotating his hips against her. She sucked in a gasp as he pushed and swiveled against her heated flesh. Meredith moved her hips in time with his, forcing herself against the hard bulge trapped in his pants. The delicious friction gave her only partial relief and only made her body ache deeper.

"What do you want Meredith? Tell me what you want."

She whimpered, how was he managing to speak when it seemed all her concentration was focused on where their bodies were rubbing against one another. Abruptly, he stilled. She cried out in torment.

"Tell me what you want or I'll stop."

She gave way immediately, longing for relief.

"I want you, Aiden. I want you to make love to me. Please, Aiden. I ache for you."

He smiled at her, satisfaction gleaming within his golden eyes. Her insides tightened painfully as he pushed down his pants over his lean hips. Her mouth watered as his erection sprung free. She wanted desperately to touch him, but her bound hands prevented her. Instead, she lifted her hips upward, trying to brush herself against his straining flesh.




The Triplets Pt. 08



He took control of her hips, pulling her against him as he rubbed his shaft against her wet slit. Meredith shuddered as he stroked over the particularly sensitive bundle of nerves with each pass. He teased her some more when he dipped in slightly before stroking her again. She threw her bound hands over his neck and drew him down to her with impatience.

She kissed him in desperation, whispering her anguished pleas against his mouth. She felt him smile wickedly before he thrust into her. He filled her to the brim, stretched all her insides to make room for his immense presence. Meredith whimpered as he pumped slowly into her.

She couldn't help but continue whispering in his ear as he quickened his thrusting. Then her words became incoherent as she lost herself in the rushing tide of her release. She bucked her hips against him unable to think beyond the sharp jabs of pleasure as he drove her higher. Meredith couldn't breathe as she drowned in her release.

Aiden continued to stroke into her slowly. Overly sensitive, she gasped with each glide even as her body eased slightly. He didn't let her body rest, instead it began climbing again. She whimpered against his damp throat as he unrelentingly shoved his body against hers. The wet sounds of their bodies colliding into each other almost drowned out the sound of their harsh breathing.

"Please. . .Aiden."

He quickened his rhythm and used his hands to maneuver her hips to meet his. Meredith cried out with each deep thrust. Then she was crashing again, lost in the blissfully painful release he commanded out of her tired body. She felt him expand just before his seed spilled into her. He growled possessively, his big chest shaking from the intensity of his thrumming. She had missed the sound and feel of his thrumming. He hadn't done so when they had come together this morning.

He remained hard within her, his erection unabated. She moaned as her pussy fluttered around his shaft, too aware of each twitch and pulse. Aiden let more of his weight settle on her, his hard chest rubbed against her breasts. She sighed at the pleasurable sensation.

Impossibly, desire flooded her again, giving her enough energy to her rock her hips against him. His eyes flared and burned as he pulled out of her slowly. He pushed back in with a swift jerk, making her moan in pleasure. Aiden continued seemingly tireless, pulling back excruciatingly slow before thrusting back into her, hard and deep. Her bound hands caressed the back of his head, tangling her fingers into his long, thick hair.

She feared she would black out from the amount of pleasure assaulting her, but her body stubbornly remained conscious as Aiden forced the whirlpool of her desire to spiral upwards once more just before he spilled into her. He collapsed exhausted against her for a moment before rolling so that she lay sprawled upon him.

With relief, she felt him begin to soften, still lodge deep in her body. His warmth and presence was comforting and she was disappointed when he withdrew. She let out a small complaint and he chuckled before slipping back inside of her. Meredith sighed happily and nuzzled her face against his damp chest.

She felt his hand comb through the long tangle of her hair. Her scalp prickled pleasantly as he reached the ends. Her hands were still looped around his neck.

"Aiden, my hands."

He grumbled, but untied her and flung the scrap of silk off the bed. Meredith stroked her freed hands over his impressive chest and stomach. He squirmed when her fingers brushed over his ribs. Smiling against his chest, she repeated the motion before nipping her teeth against his flat nipple. In a rush, he hardened inside of her.

Amazed, Meredith lifted her eyes to his. He had a grimace on his face, but his eyes were burning again.

"You'll be the death of me. I'll be nothing but a withered husk."

Meredith laughed and sat up, pressing her hips down on his. She shivered as he filled her once more.

"What a pleasant way to die," she said breathlessly.

He grunted beneath her as she rocked her hips against his. She rode him slowly, building up her own pleasure. Meredith smiled as he fisted his hands on the sheets, the cords of his throat tensing. Meredith lowered her mouth and bit into the hard muscle, testing her teeth against his salty skin. Aiden moaned, the sound ending in a growl as she moved her mouth further and bit down on the muscle in his shoulder.

He kept perfectly still beneath her, aside from the heaving of his chest as he panted and the tensing of his muscles. Meredith drifted her mouth back up and licked his ear as she rocked her hips faster against him. His heated breaths fanned over her shoulder and breasts. Then she closed her teeth against the fleshy lobe. He shuddered beneath her.

Feeling an amazing sense of power, Meredith leaned back up and undulated her body over his. His hands came up on either side of her hips and helped her move over him. She saw his jaw flex as his eyes fell on her bouncing breasts. Reaching back to grasp his thighs, Meredith dug her nails into the hard muscles and watched as his eyes fluttered and he hissed a breath through his clenched teeth.

She raked her nails over his skin before leaning forward once more and bit down hard on his neck. He jerked beneath her and growled loudly before he was flipping her over and pummeled his body into hers. She crested instantly. Her pussy spasming rhythmically over him as he thrust into her. He growled low and menacing, sending chilling thrills up her spine. Then she felt him coating her insides with his hot seed. She moaned as the heat bathed her insides.

Aiden pulled her against him, possessively as he rolled them to their sides. His breaths came in great heaving gasps beneath her cheek. His arms crushed her tight against him as if she would disappear if he didn't hold her close enough. Meredith tried to soothe him by running her hands slowly up and down his tense back.

After a moment, his big body trembled on a shaky breath before he loosened his hold. He withdrew his softened member from her body. Meredith shivered as his seed gushed out of her, still hot from Aiden's body.

"Damn," he gasped.

Meredith chuckled and continued stroking him, fascinated by the play of his muscles beneath her fingers.

"We'll kill each other before we make it to the wedding day."

"Hmm," she agreed.

He laughed and drew further away. His eyes were slowly fading back to their original blue.

"Like I said, what a pleasant way to die."

He frowned, but Meredith could see the humor in his eyes.

"I'd rather we not die until we're both white with age and toothless."

Meredith snorted.

"No doubt, you'll still be lecherous enough to chase after women."

"Only one woman," he corrected.

Meredith felt her heart swell painfully full at his words. Her eyes burned with tears, but she refused to let them fall. They lay wrapped in each other for a long time until his stomach grumbled so loudly, she felt it.

They laughed and rose from the bed. He playfully threw her back onto the bed, just so she would have to crawl off again. She retaliated by poking her finger between his ribs. He grimaced and held her at bay as he proposed a truce. 

Aiden's closet led to a spacious bathing area. Meredith tried to wash quickly, aware of Aiden's gaze on her as she soaped and rinsed her body. She bent forwards to wash her legs and the sticky mess between her thighs when she felt his hands on her. He soaped her back and breasts all while pressing his naked body against hers.

He slipped into her body with her bent forward clutching the tub. His soapy chest slipped along her back as he thrust into her, his hands kneading her breasts and cupped the mound of her pussy, his fingers working against the sensitive nubbin between her legs as he thrust into her. Her moans reverberated loudly against the tiles accompanied by Aiden's deeper growls.

They came swiftly, simultaneously. Meredith collapsing against the tub, Aiden holding her body up from the tiles. He lifted her and helped her rinse the drying soap off her body. Once he had wrapped a towel around he, Aiden pushed her out of the bathing room. Meredith laughed and dried her body before toweling her hair dry as much as she could.

When Aiden emerged, damp and fully clothed, Meredith had dressed as well and was trying to use her fingers to untangle her hair. Aiden pulled out a small brush from somewhere and bade her to sit on the bed. He brushed her hair smooth, surprising her by how gently he did so.

Aiden led her to the kitchen and charmed a late supper out of the cook. They ate at one of the kitchen counters and Meredith had never been happier. She fed him morsels from her fingers and shivered each time his tongue licked them clean. When they finished the simple meal, he was leading her back to her room in the guest suite.

Once they reached her door, she hesitated going inside. He smiled at her and pressed soft lingering kisses to her lips. Meredith wanted desperately for him to come in with her, but she knew it was one thing to sneak a few hours together and another to wake up in the same room with his family so close. His hands brushed a few strands of hair away from her face before he reached behind her and opened the door to her room.

"Goodnight, Meredith."

She reached up and pressed her lips against his, wanting to show the depth of emotions rushing thought her that she couldn't express in words.

"Stay with me?" she asked.

His brow arched, showing off the little scar again. Then he nodded and followed her inside. She held his hand as she led him to the bed. Meredith slipped her dress off and tossed it over the back of a chair. Aiden watched her, his eyes following each of her movements. Then she crawled into the bed, beneath the covers. He hesitated for a moment before shedding his own clothes.

Meredith ran her eyes in appreciation over his body. He draped his clothes over hers and slipped into bed with her. The warmth of his body instantly enveloped her. She wrapped her body over his, sighing in contentment when his heavy arms circled her as well. Meredith rubbed her face into Aiden's chest, lulled to sleep by the rhythmic pulse of his heartbeat.

(Aiden)

He was exhausted, sexually sated, and extremely comfortable. Still he was unable to sleep. Meredith's slim body was curved to fit into his side, her palm resting above his heart. One of her legs was thrown over his hip to thread between his bulkier legs. He brushed his hand lightly over her spine beneath the covers.

Aiden felt her nuzzle her face against his skin before she sighed and settled again. An emotion suspiciously close to love sunk roots deep into his heart. He wondered if that was why her hand was placed just so on his chest to spread her seeds into his body. He shook the ludicrous thought out of his head.

He reached down and tucked the covers over Meredith's shoulder. Even if he couldn't sleep, he would watch over hers and chase away any demons that threatened her rest. Aiden pressed his lips to the crown of her head, inhaling her sweet scent laced with the scent of his soap.

His conscious mind slowly, reluctantly surfaced from the first restful night he'd had in forever. Aiden squinted against the brightness of the room, slightly disoriented. The room he was in didn't look like his own, there was too much stuff.

His thoughts finally met up with his memories. He was in Meredith's room. She was no longer in bed with him. She wasn't even in the room. Groaning as his body protested his movements, Aiden pushed himself up and out of the bed. His clothes were still draped over the chair he had tossed them over last night as was Meredith's dress beneath.

Slow and stiff, he dressed and left her bedroom. It was well past morning and he suspected that it was precariously close to midday. The house was quiet and he wondered just where the hell everyone was. He nearly knocked Meredith over as he turned the corner. On reflex he caught hold of the tray she was carrying with one hand and used the other to grab her around the waist.

She let out a startled yelp and held on to both the tray and his arm. Aiden waited for her to steady herself before releasing her waist. She smiled at him, beautiful and alluring.

"I was wondering if you were ever going to wake up."

Aiden snorted.

"I had quite the time prying your arm off of me so I could leave the bed. You seemed obstinately determined to keep me there."

He laughed then, imagining her trying to lift his heavy arm without waking him.

"How long have you been about?"

"A few hours. I've been rather busy while you've slept the day away."

"I'm surprised how well I slept. I can't remember how long it has been since I've slept through the night."

She raised her brows at his comment before tugging on the covered tray he was still holding. He relinquished it and followed her as she led him back to her room. Then she ordered him to sit and eat. Aiden smiled at her commanding tone and obliged her since he was starving.

She'd brought him a plate piled high with several different foods. When he looked at her, she blushed prettily.

"I didn't know what you would like, so I just picked out a bit of everything."

Aiden felt the roots he had discovered last night spread deeper into his body. He swallowed the surge of emotion and hoped he didn't look like the smitten fool he knew he was. Aiden pulled her to sit next to him and kissed her. Her soft lips trembled as his lips lingered and tasted her. She pulled away and drew in a shaky breath.

"Eat," she commanded softly.

Aiden laughed, heart full to bursting and ate till the plate was empty. Meredith stared at him and the empty plate.

"I cannot believe you finished all of that."

He kissed her again, just because he could.

"It takes a lot to satisfy this big of a person."

She blushed again, catching his innuendo. Then she was standing up and covering the tray.

"I'll just take this back now."

"Meredith."

She froze and glanced at him over her shoulder.

"Where are you going?"

"To the kitchen. . ."

Aiden stood and pried her fingers away from the tray before setting it back on the low table. He stepped towards her, watching her wring her fingers together anxiously.

"What is making you so nervous?"

"I'm not nervous."

"My mistake."

He leaned over her and ran the tip of his nose along her cheek. She sucked in a quick breath as his mouth hovered over hers. He ghosted her lips with his breath and watched them trembled apart.

"How should I thank you for being so considerate of my needs?"

Her eyes widened, silver flashed around the edges of her eyes. Aiden was momentarily captivated by the slow flicker of silver that lashed at her green iris'. Then she broke his concentration by fluttering her lashes. His lips quirked in chagrin at being held incapacitated merely by her eyes.

"You need only say a word of thanks," she whispered.

"I believe I can do much better than that."



The Triplets Pt. 09



Hey guys, sorry for the long delay, life and all that. Don't know when the next bit will be writing itself...but hopefully soon. Thanks for all the comments for the last chapter and for all the people who favorited the story. Hopefully you guys don't kill me...Thanks and enjoy. 

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(Meredith) 

There was no possible way she could resist Aiden, everything about him drew her to him. The way he tasted, the way he smelled, and the absolutely sinful way he looked at her. His mouth tasted like the pastries he had eaten. The enormous amount of food could have fed her for nearly two days, but it had disappeared quicker than what seemed possible. There was a lingering, sticky sweetness at the corner of his mouth. 

She licked at it before sliding her tongue along Aiden's so he could taste as well. He began to thrum deep in his chest as he pulled her close against him. She could hardly believe the hunger that was clawing at her lower belly. 

He seemed equally as hungry, his mouth pulled at hers, drawing her deeper and deeper into sensual oblivion. For a brief moment, Meredith wondered if this was what her mother had given up her life of privilege for. This consuming, insatiable desire to possess all of one person. If so, Meredith was quite sure she would have gladly done the same, even if Aiden had been nothing but a simple, human sailor. She almost giggled at the thought of what Jaine would have done to her had she ran off with a human. 

Feeling quite bold after last night, Meredith ran her hand over the hardness at the front of Aiden's pants. He groaned into her mouth and nipped at her bottom lip in retaliation. She smiled, and began to loosen his pants. He wasn't wearing any undergarments, which she was swiftly finding a new appreciate for. 

His erection sprung free, already hard and pulsing against her hand. Meredith bit Aiden's neck lightly, letting his resilient skin slide between her teeth. He kicked away his pants while she tugged his shirt off him. The feral glint in his eyes stoked the fire scorching through her veins. She pushed against him so that he fell to the sofa, not that he would have fallen if he hadn't wanted too. She straddled his thighs, reveling how hard the muscles were and how far her legs had to stretch to span the width of them. 

Meredith kissed her way down his big, muscled body. She savored the way his muscles tensed and flexed beneath her touch. She used the tip of her fingers to brush lightly along his ribs, smiling as he squirmed. Mischievously, Meredith slid down his body to trace her tongue over his sensitive ribs and the ridges on his stomach, his twitching shaft burning against her breasts. She watched as Aiden tried to remain still, but he seemed be trembling with the effort, his fists balled up at his sides. 

Moving her body lower, she was suddenly facing his engorged manhood. Its bulbous head was a dark shade of red with a clear bead of liquid emerging from the tiny slit. Thick veins ran along the thick shaft. Meredith brought her hand to circle him, her fingers not quite meeting. Unsure how to proceed, she lifted her eyes to Aiden's. 

"I'm afraid I may need a few instructions," she admitted quietly. 

The corner of his lips curled up, but his eyes softened and it nearly made her heart melt in her chest. 

"Taste me. Take me into your mouth. Do nothing but stroke me and I'll enjoy it," he whispered, his voice rough and husky. 

More liquid seeped from the slit of his penis. Meredith swiped her tongue to collect it, surprised by its subtle salty sweetness. Then she placed her lips to the tip of his shaft. She both saw and felt his entire body tense, the muscles in his abdomen coming into harsh relief. His eyes watched her, bright and golden. 

Meredith brought her other hand around his girth and slid her mouth over him, her lips stretching uncomfortably wide. He was so hot in her mouth. She could feel the throb and pulse of his blood against her tongue. Aiden groaned and she watched in amazement as his eyes rolled back into his head. If her mouth wasn't full she would have laughed, but all she could manage was a quiet chuckle at the back of her throat. He groaned again louder. 

She pushed him a bit deeper until he filled her mouth completely, touching the back of her throat and bringing involuntary tears to her eyes. Then she drew back, keeping only the tip of him in her mouth so she could breathe. She moved her tongue over the slit on the head of his shaft again, tasting more of the sweetness from his body. He shuddered and his body bowed forward a little. He ran his hand through her hair and she realized that he was pushing it back away from her face so he could watch her. 

Their eyes met once more. The blatant hunger there made an embarrassing amount of liquid collect between her legs as she ached for him to fill her again. Slid her mouth back down on him, not quite as deep this time and enjoyed the way he pulsed against her tongue. Gently, he showed her how he wanted her to move with only the slightest pressure on her head. 

She quickly realized what rhythm he liked and used her hands to stroke what her mouth could not reach. His big body shook beneath her as she brought him closer to his release. He was still struggling to keep still and Meredith felt a wave of sensual power as she saw Aiden's expression. 

When her jaw tired, Meredith released him from her mouth to run her tongue along the veins beneath his stretched skin and over the head of his shaft. Aiden was muttering strange snarling curses each time she swirled her tongue over the tip of him. It excited her, this barely leashed Aiden. His hands gripped the sofa's wooden frame and she wondered if it would crack beneath his fingers. 

Daringly, she touched the heavy sack below his straining flesh. He jerked, but other wise held still. Carefully, she used her fingertips to explore. She could feel two distinct spheres within. Meredith squeezed lightly and was rewarded with Aiden's low moan as his jaw clenched. Returning her mouth to slide over him, she kept one hand on his shaft while her other played lightly with the sack beneath. 

"Meredith," he ground out. "Move your mouth or I'll cum in it." 

She kept her mouth on him and sunk him as deep as she could. Aiden caught his bottom lip between his teeth before he shivered and a gush of liquid filled her mouth. His hips strained upward, rocking into her mouth as he growled and more liquid spurted forth. There was so much of it that it dribbled out of her mouth as he continued to thrust in restrained jerks. 

The taste of him held a bitter note, but she swallowed and the more she swallowed, the more addicting the flavor became. It felt strangely satisfying as well and when he stilled beneath her, she removed her mouth and lapped up the remaining fluid where it had dripped on to his thighs. He watched her, his eyes, still burning, but now feverishly bright. 

Abruptly, he reversed their positions, crushing his mouth to hers. It seemed all of his pent up movements were unleashed upon her. His hand were roughly kneading her breasts through her dress. He let out a frustrated growl before simply ripping the dress from her. She gasped at the rough tug of fabric before it gave with a harsh tearing sound. Aiden flung the ruined cloth away. Then he was spreading her wet folds, stroking his fingers over her briefly before he thrust inside of her in one swift move, not having softened after his release. 

Meredith cried out at the mix of pain and pleasure, but the pain was fleeting. His hardness stretching her aching flesh. Then he was rocking his hips against hers, burying himself deep within her in a punishing, animalistic rhythm. 

His teeth nipped at her throat, her shoulder, the lobe of her ear. He used one of his hands to swirl against her sensitive nub and she broke beneath his onslaught. Meredith cried his name, her voice shattering to sobs as he continued to thrust into her. He drank in her cries, his lips fierce and demanding. Then she was cresting again, barely any time between the peaks. 

Aiden growled in her ear. Sharp teeth clamped onto the meat of her shoulder as he came within her. He rocked against her, violent jerks of his hips that pushed her over once more. Meredith cried out in pain and pleasure, not sure which was greater, drowning in sensation. 

When she came back to herself, Aiden was stroking his hand over her hair. His eyes were full of concern, but his face was relaxed, almost peaceful. 

"Have I hurt you?" he asked quietly. 

Meredith buried her nose against his chest. There was an ache between her legs, but it was nearly completely eclipsed by the intense satisfaction still tingling through her. Then she felt the throbbing on her shoulder where he had bit her. She felt him run a finger over the tender skin. 

"I liked it," she admitted. 

He growled possessively before he was kissing her again, but he was gentle, almost apologetic. She wouldn't allow him to feel regret, not when she had enjoyed every moment of their coupling. Meredith bit hard into his bottom lip. He pulled away, brow raised, but she could see the doubt in his face slowly being replaced by mischief. He stared at her as if she were an oddity he couldn't quite understand. 

Taking advantage of his stillness, Meredith placed a quick kiss to his lips before climbing off of him. She looked regretfully at her dress or what remained of it. At the rate Aiden was tearing through her clothes, she would have to go shopping again, which she really had no time for. Meredith gathered his clothes and the ripped scraps of her dress. 

She could almost feel Aiden's eyes follow her as she moved around. She didn't bother covering herself. Instead, she tossed Aiden's clothes over the back of the sofa he was still lounging in and removed what was left of her dress. She kept her back to him, as she rifled through her rapidly thinning wardrobe. 

Meredith jumped in surprised as Aiden pressed his still naked body against her back. While the temptation to lean back into his warmth was tempting, she ignored him and continued to look through her dresses. He bent his head to her ear, his warm breath feathering over her nape. Chills swept up her spine. 

"I prefer you naked." 

She glanced over her shoulder to give him an incredulous look. 

"I'm sure your parents and brothers would prefer that as well," she replied sarcastically. 

Aiden scowled before his hands drew her flush against him, a low growl rumbling in his chest. Meredith suppressed a chuckle, not wanting to indulge his rampant possessiveness and forced a sigh before jabbing him in the ribs with her elbow. He grunted and let her go to rub a hand over his side. He gave her a reproachful look, but after a moment his lips twitched. 

"Would you mind if I picked something out for you?" 

Meredith took a step back and let Aiden riffle through her clothes. Eventually, he pulled out an ivory gown with a high neckline and trimmed with pale green ribbons. It seemed that Aiden's tastes were beginning to turn a bit prudish, but she kept that thought to herself as Aiden helped her into the dress. His fingers teasingly stroked her with the pretense of smoothing out wrinkles. Once the dress was in place, Meredith was seriously wondering why anyone bothered with clothes. She wasn't wearing any underclothes and it felt deliciously wanton. Fortunately, the dress Aiden had chosen had enough structure on its own to conceal that fact. 

Aiden threw on his own clothes, still managing to look devilishly handsome despite his horribly rumpled clothing. 

"What has my mother planned for you two today?" 

Meredith moved to her mirrored vanity to brush her hair. Aiden followed her and took the brush from her hand. The simple act of brushing felt strangely intimate as she watched Aiden's reflection. His eyes lifted and met her's through the mirror. He smiled and her heart stuttered. 

"We've already finished her plans for today. I was going to run a few necessary errands in town on my own." 

"Good, I'll accompany you," he said. 

"Oh, but I'm sure you have other things to do then follow me around." 

"On the contrary, there is nothing more I would enjoy." 

Meredith smiled at his reflection. Aiden's hand tilted her head back and kissed her. She gladly took possession of his full, bottom lip, her face trapped between his large hands. He kept the kiss short and was moving her through the house before she could get her head to stop spinning. 

********* 

Meredith sat in stunned silence. Opposite of her, Jaine sipped at her tea and regarded her with a level stare. A hard knot formed in her stomach as Jaine's threat fully sunk in. 

"You want me to steal from Aiden's family?" 

Meredith meant for the words to come out as a shout, but all she could manage was a strangled whisper. 

"Steal?" Jain guffawed. "I am only asking for what I am due. I've raised you all these years. Wasted more than two decades of my life to see that you grew up to become a fitting wife and what do I have to show for it? An ungrateful girl who believes she doesn't have to repay all that I have given her. Now, I am sure that the golds will be more than willing compensate me for my efforts." 

Meredith gripped the teacup in her hand until she thought it would shatter between her fingers. She was trapped between an overwhelming sense of shame and embarrassment. While she did owe Jaine for having house, fed, and clothed her, she had some how believed that Jaine had done so out of familial duty. 

Starting at her guardian's impassive face made her fully realize just how deluded she had been. Hot, shameful tears burned her eyes, but she stubbornly refused to let them fall. Meredith swallowed several times before she trusted herself to speak. 

"I will not beg my future family to pay you for raising me. If you want money, I will find some way to pay you," Meredith hissed through her teeth. 

Jaine's eyes narrowed before she let out a scornful chuckle. 

"Meredith, dear. What would you do then? Sell the trinkets your mother left you? The sum of all of your precious little collection wouldn't even cover one of your dresses." 

Meredith swallowed again. 

"I will think of something. Just. . . just don't bother Aiden's family." 

"Perhaps, I wouldn't have to do anything. Perhaps, I could just whisper a few words to one of those hot tempered reds. I'm sure any of them would no doubt enjoy causing the golds a. . . little heartache. The red bloods really do enjoy a good scandal." 

The cup in her hand shattered. Meredith stared numbly at the white shards embedded into her skin as blood began to drip onto the table. Jaine nostrils flared slightly, but otherwise remained expressionless.. 

"You wouldn't." 

Jaine smiled and stood. 

"Think on it, dear. I'm sure you will make the right decision." 

With that, Jaine left. Immediately after the door shut, the waitress who had been hovering near by came forward and tried to tend to her hand. Meredith let her clean up the broken shards, tea, and blood in silence. 

"I'm sorry, miss. I didn't want to interrupt your conversation. I would have come to you sooner, but it looked as if you didn't want the intrusion." 

Meredith nodded and when she didn't say anything the waitress went away with the broken ceramic shards and bloody towel. Her thoughts refused to move forward, to try to think of a way around Jaine, but she couldn't go to Aiden or to Celia. She didn't want them to think that she was only marrying Aiden for money. 

Perhaps she could go to Dane himself to try to sway her to her side. She was sure that he had enough control over the majority of the reds that Jaine wouldn't be able to persuade anyone to her side. Though she couldn't offer him anything he wouldn't already own or could acquire himself. 

Frustrated, Meredith left the cafe before the waitress returned. She walked through the city, weaving through some of the more crowded streets. Her hand throbbed and burned, but she relished the pain as a small distraction. After an hour of furious walking, Meredith stopped to lean against a tree. She was only slightly out of breath, but sweat dampened her clothing. 

Closing her eyes and bracing her weight against the tree trunk, Meredith let herself indulge in self-pitying tears. Naively, she had believed that Jaine had cared for her. While she had never been affectionate, she had never been overly cruel. Deep down, she had truly believed Jaine had only wanted what was best for her. 

Her crying bout didn't last long, but it left a dull, throbbing headache in its wake. Swiping the tear tracks from her cheeks, Meredith pushed away from the tree. She felt as if her tears had left her brittle and full of cracks. The small hope she had carefully nourished over the years turned to ash. 

(Aiden) 

"Something is wrong." 

Aiden looked at Grey, startled and waited for him to finish his sentence. 

"I just. . .can't tell what." 

"Perhaps its nothing. Maybe something minor," Aiden said. 

Grey shook his head, his brows furrowing in concentration. Abruptly, Grey stood, abandoning the seedlings he had been transplanting. Aiden followed, alarmed by his brother's behavior. They left the greenhouse and were soon in their father's study. Confused, Aiden was about to ask Grey why they were in this room, when their father strode in. He seemed as surprised as Aiden by their presence. 

"Greyson, Aiden," their father said. For a moment a strained silence descended. 

Grey broke the silence. 

"Father, where is Meredith?" 

Aiden felt as if his entire body was thrown into ice water, his heart threatening to stop beating. 

"She hasn't returned from the city. She went to meet her guardian several hours ago. I know nothing more. I'm sorry Aiden." 

He barely heard the words. Aiden was already running through the house. He knew that he was panicking, being irrational, but an uneasy queasiness had settled in the pit of his stomach, especially since his father had mentioned Jaine. He only barely registered the fact that Grey was running behind him. 

"Aiden, you have to calm down. We don't know for sure what exactly is happening." 

Aiden didn't bother answering. He knew he had to calm down to think clearly, but this was his Meredith. 

"Grey, shut up and run." 

They ran out of the house to the stables where one of the servants told them that Meredith had still not returned. He said he had thought it strange since she had said she would be back before midday. Aiden bellowed for a horse to be saddled for him. He was riding out of the stables a moment later. 

He had to slow so that Grey could catch up. Aiden felt as if he would start clawing at his skin in impatience. 

"Do you know where she's gone?" 

Aiden could never fathom the depth of Grey's gifts, but as he watched his brother's gray eyes bleed gold, he got a glimpse of just how much Grey kept hidden. The air around them seemed to get heavier, thicker as Grey stared out over the land. Aiden resisted the urge to move, he didn't want anything to distract Grey. Just as abruptly as the it had happened, the pressure around them lifted. 

"She's with the red." 

(Meredith) 

"Esa Meredith, what a surprise. I was quite sure your fiance would be loathed to keep you out of eyesight, let alone allow you to visit a former rival for your hand." 

Meredith swallowed nervously. She certainly wished she had thought through a plan before barging into Es Dane's home. 

"I've come to ask if you've had any social calls from my guardian, Esa Jaine." 

"Ah, I see. Fortunately, I have yet to receive any such calls." 

Meredith nearly sank to the carpeted floor in relief. It was short lived when Dane stepped closer to her. She backed away, trying to maintain a decent amount of distance between them. When his eyes narrowed, she knew she had made the wrong move. His hand snapped out and circled around her wrist. He tugged her closer and stared down at her with his icy eyes. 




The Triplets Pt. 09



He smiled, the sharpness of his teeth gleamed with his saliva. 

"My dear, you never run from a hunter." 

Despite the situation, anger flickered through her. She had not run from him, merely tried to maintain distance between them. 

"Your temper flatters you." 

Meredith flushed, but kept her eyes focused on his, refusing to back down. His smile widened. 

"I wonder how you're betrothed would react if you went back to him with my scent all over your body." 

Her anger flared hotly, but dismay filled her. Almost like a self fulfilling prophecy, she had triggered just what she had been trying to avoid. 

"Perhaps, he will cast you aside for your treacherous actions. Perhaps, he will still marry you out of pity." 

Dane laughed, his eyes beginning to flicker red. 

"Either way, he won't touch you once you've been sullied. No man wants a tainted woman." 

Meredith wanted to believe Aiden would still want her, still love her through any mistakes she ever made, but Dane's poisonous words rooted in her mind and refused to be shaken free. His grip on her wrist was bruising and swiftly making her hand numb. 

"Release me." 

Dane laughed again. 

"I think not. I will enjoy the chaos your decisions have set in motion." 

Dane tugged her flush against his body. His free hand ripped at her dress. Meredith tried to flail against him, kicking at any part she could reach, using her nails to claw at any exposed part of him. He only kept laughing until she didn't know which one of them was lost in the madness. 

"You smell like him. Has he already had you? I'm not surprised you would spread you legs so willingly for the gold." 

She managed to scrape her nails across his face, just below his eye. He roared and threw her against the wall. Meredith's head cracked against the stone and she crumpled to the ground. Vaguely, she realized that there was more pain than just in her head. 

When she could see again, she was almost completely naked. Long, deep scratches lined her breasts and arms where his claws had scored her skin to remove her clothing. Her head throbbed sickeningly and her vision blurred in and out of focus. A sharp, slow drag of tearing flesh made her cry out. She turned her head and saw that Dane had torn the skin on her inner thigh open with his teeth. His mouth was stained with her blood, teeth coated in red. 

Suddenly, a deafening thunder of sound vibrated thorough the floor. Dane stilled over her, his eyes as bloody red as his mouth. Then he was on his feet moments before the wood beneath them buckled and erupted in a fountain of splinters. Golden claws emerged from the hole in the floor. Then a dragon's head emerged, its nostrils flared just before it opened its mouth to bellow another roar that threatened to burst her eardrums. 

Dane skittered out of the way as the dragon pulled itself through the floor, forcing the wood to part around its bulky body. Meredith could see that Dane was hurriedly shifting into a dragon as well. His clothes burst along their seams as he shifted. The golden dragon, didn't wait for Dane. Instead he snapped his head towards Dane, catching one of his arms between his teeth. The bones made a distinct crunching sound just before the arm was rent from Dane's body with a deft flick of the dragon's head. 

(Aiden) 

He could smell blood. As the red haze of his rage receded, he could taste the blood now. He spit out the meat in his mouth, disgusted when he realized that it was an arm, partially shifted. Then he saw Meredith. She looked like she was barely conscious with blood all over her body. The rage threatened to take over again, but he pushed it back. He needed to tend to Meredith. 

Dane's screaming was grating on his nerves. The man was stuck in half-shift and trying to stem the blood spurting from what was left of his arm. Grey's voice rang in his head now that he was once more in control of himself. 

You need to get Meredith. Now. 

I know. I bit Dane's arm off. 

At least you didn't kill him. Now hurry up and get her before she loses too much blood. 

Aiden forced his body to shift back to his human form. It seemed to take longer than usual, but he attributed it to the fact that his body was still trembling with suppressed rage. 

Meredith's body was covered in bite marks and deep gashes. Aiden had to look away from her abused body, least he forget himself and just kill Dane where he squirmed on the floor. He cradled her limp body against his chest and moved as quickly as he could without jostling her too much. 

Grey was alone in the foyer, but suspicious drops of blood were scattered around the marble floor and his brother's knuckles were bloody. Grey took Meredith and wrapped her in Aiden's shirt while Aiden pulled on his pants. 

"She's hit her head. Kaleb is outside with a carriage. We need to get to the healers immediately," Grey said, slightly winded. 

Aiden nodded and took Meredith back. Kaleb was already holding the door open to the carriage. His expression was grim and tight. 

"I'll handle things here," Kaleb said. 

Aiden thanked his brother and handed Meredith to Grey so that he could get into the carriage. They drove to Sherry's home. It was the closest and Aiden trusted her with his life, only this time he would have to trust her with Meredith's. 

Sherry was speechless when she saw the extent of Meredith's wounds. The most pressing being the crack in her skull. Aiden refused to leave, helping her bathe the blood away so that Sherry could stitch the wounds closed. Grey disappeared somewhere, but Aiden couldn't concentrate on anything but how shallow Meredith's breathing was and the sluggish pumping of her heart. 

When there was nothing more he could do, Sherry forced him out of the room. He resorted to pacing in front of the door and trying to keep himself from sinking into another panic induced rage. He strained to hear anything, but only the sound of his footsteps kept him company. Grey reappeared and forced him into a chair. 

"Aiden, look at me. Don't look away and count to ten." 

Aiden looked at his brother, into the calm gray of his eyes. He counted. 

"One. . .Two. . .Three." 

Grey's eyes began to bleed gold. 

"Four. . .Five. . .Six. . .Seven." 

A new color emerged. 

"Eight. . .Nine. . ." 

Darkness enveloped his mind. Aiden struggled against the comforting oblivion. He couldn't leave Meredith alone. She needed him. 

Calm. 

Grey's voice commanded. The tone was like nothing he had ever heard from his gentle brother. It was saturated with power. 

I will let you free once you calm. 

What is that suppose to mean! Where am I, Grey. 

You are sitting in a chair, in the healer Sherry's home. 

That is not what I fucking mean. 

This is just a mental space. The darkness is nothing more than the back of your eyelids. 

It doesn't feel like that Grey. Just how much do you keep from us? 

Too much, brother. 

There was a pause and Aiden worried that Grey had left him in this floating darkness. 

Kaleb's here. 

Aiden's vision focused and he was staring at Grey again, but his eyes were back to their original gray. Aiden dragged a hand over his face and raked his hair back. Grey opened the front door. Kaleb stood in the door way, hand was raised to knock. He looked at Grey startled before collecting himself. His brothers came to stand around him. 

"The council will most likely excuse you for ripping Dane's arm off. I can't imagine how you had enough control to not kill him. He's being treated. His family is petitioning for your punishment, but its a weak argument since he is still living," Kaleb said. 

"What of our family?" Aiden asked. He also had a sneaking suspicion that Grey already knew everything. 

"Father is speaking with the council on your behalf. Mother is threatening to have Dane's entire family banished," Kaleb answered. 

"She'll live," Grey said. 

Both Aiden and Kaleb turned to their brother. 

"Meredith will live." 

Aiden shivered, instantly suffused with relief. Unashamed tears tracked down his face as his brothers clasped their hands over his shoulders. It didn't last long. He swiped the tears away with his palm. Sherry came out then. She glanced at the three of them before removing the bloody apron she was wearing. With a sickening lurch he realized that all that blood was Meredith's. 

"She's lost a lot of blood, but if her wounds stay clean she should be fine." 

With Sherry reaffirmation of Grey's statement, Aiden relaxed completely. 

"Can I go in now?" 

"Just don't wake her. It's better if she sleeps for the most part." 

Aiden nodded and hurried into the room. He went to her bedside, but didn't touch her. He couldn't find a place she wasn't marked by bruises or covered in bandages. 

"Oh, Aiden." 

He turned at the sound of his mother's voice. She had tears streaming down her face as she drew him against her. Aiden breathed in his mother's comforting scent. He didn't even notice his father until a heavy hand cupped the back of his head. 

He cried for the second time that day. It was strange being comforted by both his parents and once his tears stopped, he noticed that his father's eye were softer than he had ever seen them. 

It was a long day. Hours passed before his family thought it was alright to leave him alone. While he was grateful for their concern, he was getting irritated by their coddling. It was Sherry who actually insisted that everyone leave. His mother had protested, but with his father's help, they managed to convince her that Meredith would feel bad if Celia was over straining herself. She only left after being promised to be the first informed when Meredith opened her eyes. 

That moment didn't come for nearly five days. Unlike his mother, Aiden had refused to leave the room. He hardly slept in case Meredith woke. He dripped water into her mouth as often as he could and had held her bandaged hand when he wasn't. 

He had been dozing when Meredith let out a hoarse moan. He had to shake himself awake. Aiden stared at her face, silently willing her to open her eyes. Her eyes fluttered open, dazed and unfocused. It took her a long moment to come to full awareness. When she recognized him, she let out a sob and tried to move. She hissed in pain. 

Aiden tried to make her keep still, muttering soft reassurances. It was nearly morning, but he didn't want to wake Sherry just yet. 

"Aiden?" 

"Shh. . .yes, it's me." 

"Where are we?" 

"We are at Sherry's house." 

"What. . .? I was . . . Oh, Aiden. I went to Dane's house." 

"Yes, I know." 

"I'm so sorry. I should have known better. I just didn't want you to hate me. I didn't want your family to hate me. I should have just gave Jaine the money she wanted." 

"Shh, Meredith. You have to calm down or you might hurt yourself more." 

As he tried to calm Meredith down, he turned her words over in his head. 

"What do you mean about Jaine? What money?"



The Triplets



When Kaleb let out a snicker, Aiden grinned inwardly as her attention was diverted his way.

"I suppose I should have expected you three would be raising a ruckus as soon as you got back, Aiden. Though I had hoped you would behave at least the first week you are back."

She sighed and swept a stray lock of blonde hair from her face. Aiden mock pouted at her, gratified to see her lips twitch in amusement.

"No matter. I'll have you make it up to these ladies by escorting them around the garden. I have to see to this evening's celebration for Aiden's return."

Aiden felt the corners of his mouth turn down slightly, seeing mirroring expressions on his brother's faces. It was times like this he really disliked the title of eldest, but he pushed himself to his feet and swept the stray blades of grass off of his clothes before going to the closest woman and offering his arm. Kaleb did the same though perhaps a bit more eloquently than he had. Lucky Grey, still had the snake in his hands.

Almost grudgingly, the woman placed her hand into the crook of his arm. That caught his attention and he finally gave her a good look. She glared back at him, her green eyes flashing in some sort of triumph. Her dark hair made a marvelous frame for her face.

"So you've decided to look at me, have you?"

Taken aback by her bluntness, Aiden felt his face slip into an easy smile. It was unusual for one of the ladies his mother kept in her company to actually speak in such a rude manner, but he found that he enjoyed the spark of rebellion. Like most of the dragon blooded, the woman had a fair, heart-shaped face with large expressive eyes, though her mouth was fuller and rather tempting.

"My sincerest apologies, I was quite distracted by the serpent in my hands. I'm relieved that you came to no harm, my lady."

Her eyes narrowed, but she smiled tightly. He felt his own lips twitch in response.

"I hear you've just returned to Ardis. Where have you sailed from?"

Aiden began to walk, adjusting his stride to her shorter one, leading her along the well weeded garden path.

"I left the Cortulla continent, off in the south. Wonderfully warm, with water as blue as the sky and beaches with sand that almost looked like gold. It was sunny nearly every day, but a storm could sweep through at a moment's notice and pass just as swiftly."

Aiden talked contently about the small islands he had sailed past where strange animals could be heard if you sailed close enough. As he spoke he noticed that the lady had relaxed her aggressive posture quite a bit and had even begun to lean her weight slightly on him. He saw her eye widen in wonder at a few of his tales and felt the ridiculous urge to show her first hand the wonders beyond Ardis. Aiden mentally shook the notion off. No well-bred lady of dragon blood would go off to dangerous uncharted lands, especially with someone of his "reputation."

Grinning at the self-depreciating thought, Aiden turned the talk to her, finally realizing he didn't even know her name, which he stated.

"Meredith," she said easily.

"Well, Esa Meredith, I am Aiden, eldest of the golden sons," Aiden said, putting the respectful prefix to her name which signified that she was unmarried.

She laughed for the first time. The sound surprisingly low and pleasant to his ears.

"What a fitting title, Es Aiden."

"Well, it is well deserved, my lady." He grinned cheekily at her and waggled his eyebrows. 

"I've heard of you and your brother's accomplishments during your year of initiation," she said in an almost bored tone though it was obvious she was trying to hide her amusement.

"Have you now? I will be the first to tell you that every tale you've heard is absolutely true."

Aiden grinned at her cheekily and watched her eyes light up with amusement, and she let go of her bored facade.

"Well, I've only heard some of the stories. And only from second-hand accounts. I doubt that they were all true."

"Oh?"

Aiden steadied her as she stumbled slightly over a dip in the path. He caught her flush before she turned her head away, pretending to look at a bed of flowers. An odd feeling of concern swept through him as well as amusement in her attempt to hide her embarrassment. Aiden forced the grin from his face and turned away as well. He wasn't crass enough to embarrass a lady unnecessarily.

"Have you heard the story of the three of us stealing our mentor's entire library and hiding the books in the practice yard?"

"Yes!" she said excitedly "Did he really make you and your brothers run about the area for the entire day naked!?"

Aiden laughed, surprised she would have heard the punishment and then had dared ask.

"We didn't finish running till we were stumbling around in the dark. Apparently, he thought our laughing meant the punishment wasn't humiliating enough. We had to run around the kitchen and dining hall as well, while the evening meal was taking place."

She smothered her laugh behind her hand, her eyes practically twinkling. Aiden found himself surprisingly enjoying her company. Not nearly as difficult a task he had once thought.

(Meredith)

Meredith sipped at the tea in her cup. Once Aiden had escorted her back to where the rest of the arriving ladies were chatting, she'd been immediately beset with questions. They sat her down and surrounded her before she could manage to answer even one of them. Finally, Esa Eira clapped her hands loudly and called for some semblance of order. Most of the women subsided, the rest were subdued by her fearsome glare.

"Now, Esa Meredith, tell us how Es Aiden was. Is he much like the rumors from his youth? We hardly know anything about him since he constantly leaves Ardis," Esa Eira asked putting a slight emphasis on the respectful prefixes.

The gathered woman looked at her with rapt concentration. Quite uncomfortable, Meredith gave them a vague answer.

"He claimed the rumors are all true. Though he didn't elaborate much," she said.

That set all the women chatting again, some even fanning their faces dramatically. Meredith suppressed the grimace that tried to turn the corners of her mouth down. She could almost feel the greedy anticipation coming off of the women. She had to admit that Aiden and his brothers were considered the prize matches since the all of the silver dragons had already married.

Aiden had surprised her. She had expected him to be a conceited, irresponsible, narcissistic bachelor, just like most of the other males whose blood had even a fraction of the prestige his own blood held. Though he was most definitely arrogant and quite confident about his own appeal, Meredith had found that he was amusing and much more interesting than she had first believed.

"I've heard Es Aiden is quite 'practiced' with ladies. I'm sure his future wife would benefit from his diligent studies," one of the ladies said.

"That's only if he decides to implement such practices. I doubt he'd just give up on his exploits and settle for just one woman. Especially considering how wild he is," another pointed out.

"Well, he would certainly be better than one of the reds. At least there aren't any rumors of him getting hard handed with women. I've heard that all the brothers are quite well mannered."

"Just because you haven't heard such rumors, doesn't mean that it won't happen. Though I do agree they are much better than any of the current reds. I've heard they are a bit too blood-thirsty," a lady commented.

"Es Iram's a green, but he's got money and one of his grandparents was a silver."

"We all know golds and silvers are the best to marry into. It's just too bad the last silver had to marry last spring. He was quite handsome and wealthy too," another proclaimed.

"I heard the marriage is a bit rocky at the moment. Eta Evania hasn't conceived yet and there is talk about her being barren."

"It's barely been a year into the marriage," a woman argued.

"Most couples conceive within three months," another sniffed.

"Most being the key word," retorted another.

"Perhaps she'll have triplets of her own. Eta Celia conceive nearly 3 years after the marriage."

"That doesn't mean the woman will have triplets," a lady said mockingly.

Meredith marveled at the amount of information that all the ladies had on each family. Though she had known a few rumors, these women seemed to know every detail of each male from the time they entered initiation to the present. Her head spun with all the information and criticism that was flung about. Every lady seemed to have her own opinion or input about anything anyone else said.

With relief she spotted Eta Celia approaching, surely the triplet's own mother would at least temper the conversation.

"Hello ladies. Is everyone comfortable?" she asked.

Everyone nodded their heads. Once again Esa Eira took it upon herself to take the initiative.

"Oh Eta Celia, would you tell us some stories about your sons? I'm sure Esa Meredith would love to hear anything about Es Aiden."

Meredith flushed, mortified that she would specifically call her out.

"Well, I've got plenty of stories about how often the boys got in trouble, but the evening party will be starting soon. I'm sure you'd like a few last minutes to make yourselves ready."

Mercifully, Eta Celia began to coax the women towards another room. Meredith stared at her tea-cup and frowned. She quickly swallowed the rest of the lukewarm liquid and set the cup aside. Rising from her seat, she made a quick decision to stay for the party, despite the unsettling thoughts in her head. She followed the group of women out the room.