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I pump my fingers in and out, curling them to hit that spot that makes her cry out. My thumb continues to work her clit as I kiss and nip at her neck.
“That’s it, little bird,” I growl against her skin.“Come for me. Let me feel you fall apart.”
Brigid’s body tenses, her nails digging into my back. With a loud cry, she comes, shuddering against me. I work her through it, only slowing when she whimpers from oversensitivity.
As she comes down, I gently withdraw my hand. Brigid slumps against me. I press a kiss against the top of her head and a sense of possessiveness spreads through my body. Mine.
Fuck. How in the hell am I going to let this go?
Chapter Forty
Brigid
I slip into the guys’suite quickly, not bothering to knock.“Nobody saw me.”
Rory grins and pats the couch beside him.“C’mere, you little shadow ninja.”
I roll my eyes but can’t help smiling as I plop down next to him.
Tiernan nods from his perch by the window. He’s slightly unfocused and I wonder if he’s been meditating, trying to see a vision of events to come. Callen is lounging in an armchair, looking for all the world like the wayward prince he is. All he needs is a crown sitting askew on the top of his head and the picture would be complete.
My gaze drifts to Lochan, glowering in the corner. Does this man ever smile? Survey says no. But when our eyes meet, there’s a something. Less hostility than usual. It throws me off and I think I’d rather he went back to being mean—at least I knew what to expect with that.
“So,” I say, breaking the silence.“I should tell you that I invited Eira to meet us here.”
“You what?” Callen sits up and I picture his invisible crown toppling off his head as he starts paying attention to what’s happening.
“You should have asked us first,” Lochan scowls.
And he’s back.“Huh. Well, I figured since it’s my body the Council wants to use, that it was my decision on who I involved in this.”
Lochan grunts.
“Alright,” I say, squaring my shoulders.“Let’s figure out how to stop the Council from turning me into a creepy goddess vessel.”
As if on cue, there’s a soft knock. Rory bounds to the door, ushering Eira inside.
“Hey, thanks for coming,” I say, trying to sound casual as Eira enters. Her eyes dart around the room, taking in the guys.
“Of course,” she replies, voice quiet but steady.“I want to help if I can.”
Callen rises smoothly, gesturing to his vacated armchair.“Please, have a seat.”
As Eira settles in, an awkward silence descends. I clear my throat.“So, uh, we’ve got a bit of a situation...”
“The Council wants to use Brigid as a vessel for the Morrigan,” Tiernan states bluntly.“Then harness her powers.”
Eira’s eyes show no surprise, at odds with her words.“Gods above. Are you certain?” I guess she’s already figured that out.
I nod grimly.“Pretty certain, yeah.”
“We need your research skills,” Rory explains.“To help us find a way to stop it.”
Eira leans forward, brow furrowed.“I’ll do whatever I can. But... why me? Why not go to the dean?”
“Because we can’t trust her,” Lochan growls from his corner.“Or anyone connected to the Council.”
I shoot him a look.
