Page 47 of Tasteful Anarchy and Tangled Auras
Athame in hand, I stride towards them. I feel something small and wet squelch and crunch under my foot, but nothing stops me. I deftly use my blade to hamstring the red cap. He collapses, screaming. I smoothly slit the third throat of the night.
My heart pounds in my ears as I straighten, reveling in more blood upon my skin. The sounds of distant battle slow and stop. I look up and see the small selkie contingent that Sean had gathered for us kneeling at the edge of the woods. More interestingly, they are joined by the handful of kelpies, obviously brought by Sciemle and Jack as backup. They are bowing, front legs folded on the ground, horse heads lowered.
“Mate,” Bryn says quietly, easing towards me slowly. “Give me the blade, please.” The rage recedes, then my eyes find Ossy approaching as well. Both my males are bleeding and I feel a surge of anger threaten to overtake me.
I should kill all the insurgents that are present. No prisoners. They fought against me, harmed my people. Let all know what I do to those who stand against me.
I shake myself. Those are the Morrigan’s thoughts in my head.
I look to my mates. They are indescribably perfect, glowing even, waiting on me to decide. Suddenly, I’m acting before I have a chance to think. I sheath my athame and stride to the ring stones.
“Join me, mates.” The voice is mine and not mine, the depths of anguish and rage and hope and joy all rolled into one. Bryn and Ossy look at each other, then step forwards into the ring.
I see Filib, outside the ring, move. Without active thought, I pull my blade and pitch it directly at him. It goes directly through his hand as intended, definitely a shot I could not have made without the Morrigan. “You. Stay.”
Unexpectedly, I’m warmed, as if by the sun on a cloudless afternoon. I feel tingly. My skin is clear, bloodless, except forthe wound under my breast. I dip my fingers to the wound the Leprechaun had made, gathering my blood, and I press it to first Bryn and then Ossy’s wounds.
As I pull back, their injuries all close and the blood disappears from their bodies.
“Take me,” I say.
Ossy reacts first, stepping up to me and palming my breast and claiming my mouth. Bryn is right behind, stepping to my back to bend down and kiss my neck. “I want you both,” I pant. “Let me make us one.”
Ossy growls and Bryn steps to my front, dropping to his knees. As Ossy kisses my face and neck reverently, Bryn burrows his face between my thighs. He can only just reach my clit but he lathes it with his tongue and I gasp. It doesn’t take long between both their mouths on me for my knees to weaken. My mates both hold me, gently lowering me to the grass.
Ossy stops, staring at me intently. “You are ours, Adelaide. We are yours. Now and forever.” I gasp and arch as Bryn presses his tongue inside me.
Bryn pulls back. “Not yet, a chroí. But I’m concerned how we’ll make this work.”
I reach up, putting one hand on his smooth face, thumb on his dark eyebrow, and the other hand on Ossy’s face. I can feel his beard under my hand. They both nuzzle into my hands.
“I can solve that,” Ossy chuckles, reaching into a pouch on his belt and pulling out a vial filled with a clear liquid. “I always carry some.”
Bryn snorts. “In case of spur-of-the-moment anal?”
Ossy raises a brow this time. “You have seen me naked. In case of spur-of-the-moment sex.”
I’m chuckling, but also writhing, in such need of them. This idea was definitely the Morrigan’s, but she’s helped me killseveral Fae tonight, so I guess her getting me into a little double penetration is fair.
“I’ll take her ass,” Bryn says huskily. “Worship her breasts while I prepare her.”
Bryn pushes my legs up. He lowers to work my clit in his mouth, his fingers buried inside me. Then he pulls his fingers out and circles me lower. I gasp and squirm. I’ve never been super fond of anal, but the thought of them both inside me has me wild.
“Relax, love,” he says. “This is going to feel good.”
At that moment, Ossy nips the skin on the bottom of my breast and I squeak. As if he knew, Bryn presses a finger inside me. Ossy’s tongue returns to my nipples, and Bryn’s mouth returns to my clit as he slowly works his finger in and out of me.
“Good girl, love. Relax. Let me in,” he murmurs as he uses his other hand to open the vial. I feel it as he pours the lube down his fingers right to my ass. Ossy slides up, pinching my nipples and takes my mouth.
Bryn adds a second finger and I groan loudly. “So good, Adi. Don’t worry, love. We’ll fuck you.” His fingers stroke slowly in and out as Ossy kisses me.
“There we go, a chroí. Good.” He gently removes his fingers.
Ossy grabs me and hauls me on top of him. I didn’t notice when he got naked but he is, and he pulls me astride him. I see Bryn stripping from the corner of my vision.
“Take it, baby,” Ossy murmurs. “You’re going to be so full of us.” He angles his hips and guides himself in with a hand.
I blow out a breath, shifting to get a better fit. Ossy places a hand on the back of my neck and pulls me down, then grabs my hips and encourages me to rock. Which I do, enjoying the thick feel of him all the way inside me.
