Page 17 of Evil Eyed
“As long as you want them.”
Not a tattoo like I’d planned, but this was way better. “Then I guess they’re going to be there forever.”
11
KEANE
Long before we lost Doran, I’d learned that hope was a cruel mistress. Hope brought expectations of better things. Instead, everything I’d ever hoped for had been damaged, lost, and destroyed for all eternity. It was so much better—safer—to not have a single expectation of what a new day would bring.
No expectation that in this life we would finally be victorious and allowed to rest. That our duty to drive back the dark fae would end any time soon. An end to this endless existence of war and death and loss. When we lost Doran, our existence became even grimmer.
Unexpectedly, after hundreds of years of failing, we finally managed to free him from his long imprisonment. Thanks to this woman, this treasurekeeper, who brought us all together, even Aidan and a leprechaun. She made this possible.
Where I could lie back and watch her shine with passion, basking in her pleasure until she was well and truly satisfied. Even if I never touched her myself.
The great irony of my gift as the Cauldron of Dagda was that I could satisfy everyone who came to me—but it was impossible to satisfy myself. My hunger was immense, a never-ending pang of need that could never be satisfied. Not completely.
How could I be fully satisfied when my touch alone was orgasmic? When my kiss could bring earth shattering climaxes? I could feast on a woman’s pleasure and never tire—though she would be finished in minutes, unconscious and limp from the force of her pleasure. A thousand years ago and more, I had been known to pleasure any woman who came to me. The lines had been long on feast days. So much pleasure. So much feasting. Yet I remained empty, well-used but unsatisfied.
Thankfully, I barely remembered those days. Over the many lives we’d returned to the mortal realm, I’d adjusted to the other treasures and the best way to work together for our treasurekeeper’s pleasure. We all benefited from my gift. I made us all fall into bliss like dominoes.
As long as I denied myself as long as possible.
Riann reached for me, my name a moan on her lips. “Keane.”
I rolled onto my back, pulling her astride my abdomen. As she settled on me, she winced. I could feel the heat of her backside on my stomach. Red and swollen and sore. I clenched my jaws and took a deep, slow breath to steady myself. I’d never seen Aidan let loose like that, let alone guessed that it would shatter my resolve as well.
Not the violence or pain of it, though Aidan had controlled himself well. It was her trust that undid me. The open, raw, vulnerability that gave each of us space to be real. To remember who we truly were, or had been, or could be again. To hope…
Fuck me. Just watching her come on top of me would be more than enough.
But Aidan didn’t join us on the bed. In fact, he walked toward the door.
“I thought I was going last,” I called after him.
He paused at the door. Knowing Aidan, I expected to see a scowl on his face. A harsh snarl on his lips, blue eyes glittering like ice. He freely admitted that he was a jealous asshole. He’d wanted his first time with her to be alone, and we’d gladly given him that space.
But for him to walk away now unsatisfied after he’d just spanked her so hard…
Instead, when he glanced back at us, he fuckinggrinned. “You are. I primed her for you. I got to spank that sweet ass just like we agreed. Besides, no one’s going to be complaining about you having a turn when you make us all come again anyway.”
She turned toward him, and I braced myself. No expectation. Whatever I got would be enough. Plenty. A bounty that I didn’t deserve. I’d seen the vision in her head earlier and it hadn’t involved me. I could wait. I would be fine.
“Aidan?”
“Babygirl?”
“Thank you. That was exactly what I needed.”
“Always,mo stór.”
Warwick sat up and leaned in to kiss her shoulder. “I can wipe those sparkles away with a snap of my fingers.”
“Don’t you dare.”
With a wink and a nod, he sent his hair cascading down over her bare skin. She shivered, which made her moan again, her sore ass grinding on me. “As you will, my lady.”
Then he disappeared. Leaving me alone with our precious treasurekeeper.
