Page 2 of Vicious Fates and Vast Futures
I quietly ask, “When will we be telling them about the birth control?”
While at my former court, the Dark Court, she had secured two doses from her lawyer in Boston, having decided that parenthood, at the moment, was off the table. She had taken a dose a few days ago. And, after watching Bryn and me fuck the next night, she offered me the other dose to inject. I took it without hesitation. Not having to rely on a bit of magic and luck to keep from getting knocked up sounded like a blessing.
Adi sighs, obviously feeling some sort of guilt about not saying anything yet. “Soon, Nairna. I promise.”
I open our outer door, one hand on my sword. But it’s just Adi’s cousins, the twins. I have only met them briefly.
Adi positively squeals with delight as she throws the door open all the way and presses past me to hug them. “You made it!”
The tall blond nymphs are muscular and smile easily. They slip inside. One turns to me and bows.
“My cousin’s mate, I dearly wish you were single, as your beauty is as wondrous as the first rays of the morning sun after a dark night.”
I snort. “Seriously?”
“Ahh.” He grins. “You can’t blame me for trying.”
“Quit, Urien,” Adi scolds. “C’mon, we’re in the library.”
As we head that way, the other, Albon, produces a handful of silverware. I cock my head.
“Yes!” Adi screams. She then chuckles. “Maudey is going to spit in your soup, though, if she finds those missing.”
“Whydo we need utensils?” Bryn asks suspiciously from his chair, as the four of us enter the library.
Albon grins, tossing them down a table and taking out a deck of playing cards.
“Because I’m about to kick your asses at Spoons!” Adi beams as though already triumphant. The look on her face is enough to fuel a thousand daydreams and get me through any struggles we face with the Court.
THE NEXT MORNING, WEwake to the mirror chiming. We had all collapsed, exhausted, in Adi’s huge bed after playing multiple rounds of Spoons and drinking more whiskey than is advisable. It’s the first time we’ve all slept in a big puppy pile since Osmund had awoken.
As the chiming gets louder, Bryn quickly disentangles himself from Osmund’s very large, and very nude, body. I take a moment to ogle Osmund’s inked pecs and arm before turning away quickly. Adi silently slips out of the room after Bryn.
Osmund’s eyes are half lidded. He meets my gaze with a languid grin and rolls onto his back, his soft but still huge dick laying across his thigh as he watches me. I lock my eyes on the ceiling, determinedly ignoring him and feeling weirdly self-conscious. I should just fuck him, get it over with. Then maybe he’ll stop vacillating between being shocked by my audacity and eye-fucking me.
I’m contemplating if the ceiling is real stone or not when I feel both Adi and Bryn’s anger from the other room. Ah, shit. They’re fighting, aren’t they? Osmund must think so, sitting up and scooting to get off the enormous bed. Before he can, however, the door opens and they come back into the bedroom, both still nude.
“I’m telling her and that’s the end of it,” Adi says firmly.
“A chroí, I urge you to reconsider. They will know the source of the information, andthatputs you in jeopardy.” Bryn’s words are polite but his tone is bossy. He’s trying to order her.
I raise my eyebrows. That’s probably not gonna work out for him.
“It’s not up for discussion, Bryn,” Adi says forcibly as she strides up to the bed. She holds her hand out to me in silent command. She looks every inch a queen. A naked and pissed off one. I slip off the bed reverentially.
She grabs me around the back of the neck and pulls my lips to hers. Her lips are plump and soft and I immediately lose myself in the kiss. When she pulls away, she simply says, “I need you, En.” And without another word, she tugs me by the hand to the doorway near her bed.
The other day, she had asked the castle-slash-sithen to create some new rooms for her. What “she”—Adi says their sithen is female, but I don’t have a clue how she knows that—designed for Adi is nothing short of incredible.
A large common area, just off Adi’s bedroom, that includes a smallish but well-stocked kitchen, a long heavy wooden dining table, and a mirror alcove at the end. The common space then extends to a living room and game-room-type area. A pool table stands near the door to the previously created gym and trainingroom. The living room area is sunken, with invitingly plush couches and pillows and blankets that looked hand knitted, all in jewel tones. A screen drops from the ceiling if you want to watch TV, which is a technology that most Fae still shun. Between the kitchen and the sunken living room, a hallway leads back to our bedrooms. Each door had come with a plaque clearly marking my, Bryn, and Osmund’s rooms.
We had been delighted to discover that each bedroom suite was different. Not just different, but the sithen had somehow decorated them according to what Adi had told “her” about us. You could have knocked me over with a feather when I realized my room had a very large window that opened and an old maple tree complete with limbs large enough to hold me in my bird form directly outside it. The tiny bathroom and kitchenette were merely frosting on the cake.
Adi and I pass through the kitchen and I smile at my mate’s back as she leads me to my room.
I shut the door behind us and Adi, beautifully naked, sits on my white bedspread, legs hanging. It’s a bit tall for her, and it makes me smile.
“C’mon here, love,” she purrs easily.
