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changed her mind.
    Mona didn’t share potion elements lightly, and she certainly never parted with anything she used in her fertility dolls.
    “Get her to sign a liability release. Don’t think just because she’s a friend that she won’t sue,” Mona said, lifting her face to catch Aleeza’s peck on the cheek.
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    “Gotcha.” Aleeza was nearly to the backdoor by the time her mother spoke again.
    “And be careful, booger. Whatever you’re really going to use it for, make sure you don’t bite off more than you can chew.”
    Aleeza turned back to her mom with a smile on her face. “I don’t know what you mean, Mom. I’m just trying to help a friend.” Then she was out the door and making tracks toward the cellar entrance at the side of the house, trying to ignore the unease that prickled at the back of her neck.
    She was going to be careful, and she wasn’t going to risk anyone’s wellbeing except her own. If she failed, only she would pay the price. If she succeeded…well, if she succeeded, anything would be worth it, wouldn’t it?
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Chapter Two
    Dorand shivered, both from the chill in the evening air and the anticipation coursing through his veins. This would work. It had to. If he and Ferrin, the two most powerful deathspeakers in the Amiantos clan, couldn’t make this work, even without their third…it couldn’t be done.
    And that was not an option.
    “Dorand…you have to relax.” Ferrin’s hands, hard and cool, stroked Dorand’s bare shoulders. Even if Dorand didn’t remember what those hands were capable of, the massage should have felt good. Too bad he was too fucking on edge to enjoy himself.
    He took a deep breath.
    “I’m working on it, give me a minute.”
    “We don’t have a minute. Time is of the—”
    “Don’t preach to me about time!” Dorand regretted the harsh words as soon as they were out of his mouth. He’d always been the member of their triad with the worst temper, but now wasn’t the time to indulge it. “I’m sorry. I’m just…”
    “I know.” Ferrin’s voice was soft, almost as soft as the kiss he planted at the nape of Dorand’s neck. The intimacy was simultaneously comforting and completely alien.
    How many times had they kissed? Probably a thousand or more, but not without her, never without her. “You miss her. So do I, brother.”
    Dorand turned to look into the shorter man’s dark eyes. They called each other
    “brother”, because that’s what they felt like. It was how they were raised. But the bond connecting them was stronger than blood. It was love, their love for each other and the passion they’d shared with Carantha. He wasn’t afraid to admit his love for a man, especially his clan-mate, but desire was an entirely different animal. “I don’t know if I can,” he said. “Forgive me for being an asshole, but I just don’t know.”
    Ferrin smiled. “I’m not sure, either,” he said. “You have my love and loyalty until death, brother, but my cock is another story.”
    “I don’t need your cock. I have a perfectly serviceable one of my own.”
    “Couldn’t tell by looking at you.” Ferrin gave Dorand’s limp member a meaningful look that nearly made him blush. Fuck. Dorand had always been the strong one, the rock that both Ferrin and Carantha could turn to in times of trouble, and he’d been reduced to blushing like a virgin on his mate-claiming night. It was ridiculous. Worse, it was no way to get in the mind to make the magic they would attempt in this place.
    “Fuck you, asshole,” Dorand said, reaching out to take Ferrin’s slightly thickened shaft in his hand. His heart beat faster as he anticipated feeling uncomfortable, maybe 13

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    even a little repulsed by the idea of sexual contact without a woman involved in some way, but the feel of Ferrin’s cock was strangely soothing and familiar.
    “If you try to fuck my asshole, we’re