Page 12 of Evil Eyed
The simple dish was a symphony that crashed through my senses.
“Try the shepherd’s pie.” Keane gave me a smug nod. “I’ll get you a roll from Aidan to sop up the gravy.”
Again, I’d tasted the delicious mashed potatoes earlier, but combined with the rich, meaty gravy and perfectly diced vegetables… Unbelievable. I’d never tasted anything so good. The mashed potatoes were like a creamy cloud of even more deliciousness on top. Adding fresh, hot bread made me whimper.
“Ah, yes, there it is.” Keane chuckled, his eyes warm and sultry. “Would you like some salad too?”
I shook my head, embarrassed by the huge mouthful of shepherd’s pie that I’d already shoveled into my mouth.
“Please,” he crooned, picking up the wooden salad bowl, though he didn’t spoon any onto my plate without my consent. “All the components work together to elevate the experience.”
“Be careful,” Aidan said around a mouthful of food. “If you climax at the table, you’ll soon find yourself spread out among the dishes.”
If he truly meant to caution me, his words had the opposite effect. “Then by all means, I should try some of the salad too.”
Leaning closer, Keane spooned some of the salad onto my plate. Eyes heavy and dark, he watched intently as I filled my fork and lifted it toward my mouth. I hesitated, glancing quickly from him to the other men.
Despite the incredible feast laid out before them, they all stared at me as intently as Keane, even as they shoveled more food into their mouths. Like they couldn’t get enough. They’d never be satisfied—despite Keane’s cauldron magic.
Not until they had a taste of me.
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How delicious could a bowlful of leafy greens be?
Evidently, orgasmically delicious—if the salad was made by the Cauldron.
I closed my lips around the tines of the fork. The sharpness of vinegar hit my tongue, mingled with honey and other herbs I couldn’t identify. The simple shredded lettuce seemed to still be alive and growing, sparking with life and sunlight. I could taste the gentle shower of sparkling dew and glistening water. Minerals from the earth that had fed it nutrients. Olives ripening beneath a perfect, golden Tuscan sun. So warm and bright and alive.
As if waking from a dream, I blinked slowly and focused on Keane’s smoldering chocolate eyes. His full lips just inches away. His breath warm on my cheek as he leaned closer. “If you think that’s good, you should try all three at once.”
“Fucking hell,” Aidan muttered. “First decent meal we’ve had in years, and we won’t even get seconds.”
His words penetrated the sensual food haze clouding my brain. Embarrassed, I sat back in my chair, laid my fork down on the table, and reached for my glass.
I heard a thud and Aidan growled out, “What the fuck was that for?”
Evidently, Ivarr or Doran had kicked him under the table. Good. Though he was right. Surely I could get through a delicious meal without thinking about sex.
The glass was cool though there wasn’t any ice in it. Since the liquid was clear, I assumed it was water—but the first sip made my eyes flare with surprise. It tasted a little like the healing elixir that Warwick had given me in the Summer Isle. “What is this drink called?”
“Drúchta,” Warwick replied. “Or dew, though that simple English word doesn’t capture the full meaning. Fae drúchta is made from the first drops of dew that gather in the delicate cups of morning glories in the pale light of dawn.”
“Whoa,” I whispered, at the same time that Aidan said, “Bullshit. It’s mead flavored with flower nectar and honey.”
I held the glass up to the light, looking for any bits of flower petals or sediment but the liquid was pure and clear. I glanced back at Warwick and he winked at me, lifting his chin in a silent encouragement to drink more. If it was alcohol, I hoped it didn’t go straight to my head. I took several more sips—resisting the urge to down the whole glass.
Though as soon as I set the glass down and picked up my fork, I had to fight down the urge to shovel food into my mouth as quickly as possible. I wasn’t normally such a glutton. I was hungry, sure, and we’d been eating junk food the last few days. I’d never really had large sit-down meals like this. Add in Keane’s magical food and no wonder I was starving.
Though I couldn’t completely suppress the niggling suspicion that this hunger might be a side effect of my supposed fae side. I’d never found eating to be erotic, though rolling around in all of this delicious food on top of the table with five sets of hands and lips on me sounded pretty damned good right now.
Had Jonathan felt like this when he was feeding on me? What if this kind of hunger had nothing to do with being a changeling—but was simply the reality of being fae?
I risked a quick look over at Warwick, afraid to ask him, at least with words, even in his head.
:Cauldron magic is immensely powerful, as powerful as the Sword of Light or Spear of Lug. You’d feel his pull even if you were mortal through and through.:
I breathed a little easier and gave him a smile.:Thanks. I’m just so confused about what all of this means.:
