The Trigon Rituals III: Dominance Fury by Angelia Whiting

The Trigon Rituals III:

DOMINANCE FURY

by

Angelia Whiting

© Copyright by Angelia Whiting, July 2012

© Cover Art by Eliza Black, July 2012

© Original Copyright July 2011

ISBN: 978-1-60394-712-1

New Concepts Publishing

Lake Park, GA 31636

www.newconceptspublishing.com

This is a work of fiction. All characters, events, and places are of the author’s imagination and not to be confused with fact. Any resemblance to living persons or events is merely coincidence.

"NO!" Sydney yelled. She recoiled avoiding his attempt to touch her. Her body quaked with distress. For a moment she was silent, but when she spoke again her voice was lowered, the tone of it icy cool with warning. "I will banish you both again…forever."

All of the emotions she suffered from years ago, suppressed but unresolved came crashing in, along with the pain and a torrent of confusion. Their seizure and then retreat from her mind, her impressionable, young mind had been traumatizing, the withdrawal she'd suffered, from their absence in her life, from the drugs she so desperately needed to wipe her mind clean--oh god, she'd thought she'd made peace with all of that. Every muscle in Sydney's body went rigid--denial or resignation? She wasn't crazy. Had passing through the wormhole been destiny fated?

"I knew it." she finally relented, her shoulders slumping. Her chest tightened, and she swallowed back unbidden tears. "The whole time I just knew it!"

Calem frowned, concern etching his expression. They could tell she was close to tears. "Knew what, Sydney?"

"That you were real." Sydney glared at them as if daring them to deny it.

"I'm real," Arjim grinned. Imitating Sydney he pinched Calem's ear drawing a threatening glare from him.

"Are you sure of that, brethren?" Calem retorted by grasping Arjim's nipple between his thumb and index finger. He twisted it hard. Both men tensed, feral growls emerging from their throats, and it was clear a fight between them was imminent.

"Oh fuck this shit." Sydney murmured. Let 'em kill each other for all I care. "Thanks for the ride gentlemen." She began to turn away but stopped. "But I have an alien leader to find so I can get back home."

Like hell she was going to find the alien leader. Unprepared to deal with all of it at the moment, she just wanted to get away from them so she could muddle through this without distraction. No such luck. As soon as she turned to run, a hand clasped her wrist, and Sydney knew he was digging in his heels because her feet continued to move but her body was going nowhere. Annoyed, her lips pursed tightly, her gaze dropping to inspect where she was being held before snapping upward to look at Calem's face. Arjim came up from behind him.

"You have yet to truly experience the ride, evala'luso," he said, and Calem showed his agreement with licking his lips as his eyes meandered the length of her body.

The endearing words unexpectedly warmed her insides, softened her anger. Not to mention the way they were looking at her heightened her arousal. She liked the idea of being mated to them, but Sydney wasn't going to let either of them know that. Jerking her hand from Calem's grip, she was pleased that she'd escaped so easily. Alright, maybe he allowed her to escape easily. Nonetheless she was free and ready to take advantage of it.

With that, Sydney turned and glanced over her shoulder. Both their grins widened, golden sparks in their eyes igniting as their randy gazes remained fixed on her. It was if they were eagerly anticipating what she was about to do.

"You might think of me as your woman, and that surely might be true." Sydney's heart thudded, the excitement building inside of her as subconscious memories of their boyhood desires surfaced, of how they fondled her body later in their lives when they older. She dashed down the path yelling as she left them behind her. "But you'll have to catch me first!"