Page 62 of Beneath a Shattered Sky
“It’s just you and me,” I finally whisper, when the fraught energy becomes too much. “My Bricriu. My Guard. My mate.”
He shudders, falling onto his elbows over me and forcing the others to move away.
“Rose.” My name is hoarse on his lips. “Goddess, I need you.”
“You always have me,” I promise.
His forehead drops to mine as his back arches, hips thrusting until he’s finally, blessedly buried all the way to the hilt inside me.
I can’t help it. I throw my head back and come, moaning as my pussy clenches and spasms around Bree. The orgasm is an unending wave, sapping me of my strength and leaving me boneless and shivering.
Lore curses, and a splash of cum hits my breasts a second later, followed by more from my other side. The sight of both him and Drystan coming undone, hands jerking the final drops of their release onto my breasts, combined with the fullness inside me, draws out my pleasure until I can’t breathe.
When the others are done, Bree leans back down to claim a kiss. His forked tongue twines with mine as he thrusts, once, then twice. Groaning deeply, he empties himself into me with a jerk. Wetness seeps around where we join, and his cheeks turn scarlet as he pulls back, cat ears flattening in embarrassment.
“Sorry, I?—”
I cut him off by taking his lips in another, gentler kiss. “I didn’t last either,” I remind him. “We have centuries to practise.”
Drystan moves away, and Bree rolls into the spot he vacated, pulling me up the bed until I’m resting my head on his arm with Lore cuddling against my other side.
“That was fun,” Lore says, leaning down for a kiss. “But next time, can we torture the Fomorian? Please…”
I bite my lip, not wanting to say yes but not quite willing to say no either. “Only if everyone involved is happy with it.”
Drystan leans down and wipes away the remnants of his and Lore’s desire from my chest. “I still think he doesn’t deserve even that.” He pauses, then settles on the edge of the bed. “Enough ofthe Fomorian. We should talk about what just happened. Bree, are you…”
“I’m fine,” Bree says. “I always knew who I was with.”
“I understand the need for control,” Drystan broaches. “But given your history with charm, are you quite sure?—?”
“That’s not up for discussion,” Bree interrupts. “Fae have used my body to take their own pleasure for decades. Ilikeknowing it’s different with Rose. She doesn’t take, I give, and it’s my choice when and how.” He pauses, hugging me tighter. “It helped, having you two here. I could relax, knowing Rose was safe.”
“You would never have hurt me.” It’s a soul-deep knowing. “It was you we were concerned about.”
Bree shakes his head as he carefully uses a finger to wipe a piece of stray hair away from my forehead. “I earned those iron chains you freed me from, dragonfly. If something had gone wrong, and my mind went back there, I might’ve reacted as I would’ve to any of my previous… partners.” He sneers the last word. “And I would never have forgiven myself.”
I won’t fight him on it, because he knows his own mind, but I snuggle deeper into him anyway, wishing for the first time that we were truly mated. If we had a solid bond between us, I could send some reassurance to him.
But we don’t, and I can’t.
So instead, I kiss the spot over his heart and allow the heat of my males to lull me to sleep.
Nineteen
Caed
My teeth grind together as I walk side by side with the wolf shifter through the halls of a tree I once believed I’d conquer and set alight in my father’s name. With that in mind, I suppose I can understand the dirty looks the fae we pass are shooting my way, but with Jaromir—the hero of Elfhame—matching my stride, they’re more reluctant to say anything than they were earlier.
Honestly, I ducked into Rose’s room just for a fucking break.
I didn’t want to interrupt her time with the rest of her Guard, but it was either that or stab someone. I figured she’d prefer the former. Getting invited to watch… I don’t even want to examine how turned on that made me, but I knew the dullahan would never allow it, and I’m not stupid enough to push.
Danu believes I have it in me to win their forgiveness, but I’m not sure she’s considered the stubbornness of the Winter Court bastard.
“You’re quiet,” Jaro comments. “Plotting my death already?”
I scoff. “Waste of time, don’t you think? None of us are dying until Beltaine.”
