Page 113 of Beneath a Shattered Sky
“I’ve got you.”
My thoughts are like wisps, difficult to catch and harder still to form into coherent sentences.
“Rhoswyn.” Drystan’s dark, commanding tone snaps my mind back into my body like a rubber band. “How are you feeling?”
That dominant edge to his words has peeked out again, just like it did in Siabetha when he ordered me to crawl to him.
It’s the only reason I manage to squeak out, “Good. I feel good.”
The words are said into the warmth of Lore’s shirt, but the scuffle that follows assures me that they heard. I stick my head up long enough to watch Jaro’s wolf shrug off Wraith and Naris—both of whom were working together to pin him to the floor before plodding over, head lowered, to sniff me.
“I’m fine,” I whisper, putting the events together with the sounds I was hearing. “I enjoyed myself, I promise. He didn’t do anything I didn’t like.”
I reach out to pet his muzzle, but Jaro’s wolf catches sight of the bruises on my wrists and snarls again, pacing away from us.
The giant cat retreats into Bree’s skin in a burst of ink, and I watch him go, noting that the púca’s pale face is drawn.
Jaro shifts back but won’t look at me as he goes to collect a new set of clothes, and I grimace. Maybe I wasn’t the one whoneeded more time. I may have been ready, but it looks like my seelie mates weren’t.
“I will heal,” I say, stronger this time.
I already am. The bruises are blossoming quickly into a deep purple. They’ll be gone in an hour or so.
“You were scared.” Jaro’s tone is harsh and angry. “And the redcap got off on it.”
Drystan walks across the camp, heading for my pile of clothes with a soft sigh. I wish he’d step in. Usually, he’s good at bridging the gap between Lore and Jaro, but today it seems even he’s struggling.
The redcap in question says nothing in his own defence, and I sink a little lower in his arms as I realise he’s waiting for me to explain that too.
“I don’t mind when any of you get a little…”
“Feral,” Caed supplies, helpfully. “And it’s not like the wolf can talk.”
“I didn’t bite her,” Jaro growls.
Unfortunately, Lore chooses that moment to object. “Hey, you know you wanted to!”
Fur erupts across Jaro’s cheekbones, his mouth elongating briefly before the wolf is forced back and he can speak again. “I didn’t claw her. I gave her foreplay. I stopped at the first hint of pain.”
“And I love that about you,” I interrupt. “When I’m with you, I feel cherished, but it’s the same when I’m with the others. Just in different ways. Plus, I knew Lore would never really hurt me.”
The redcap scoffs beneath me, one long pale finger coming up to trace the line of his bite mark on my throat, which throbs lightly.
“Didn’t hurt,” I whisper in reprimand. “Besides, I asked for it. I could’ve used my safe word, but I chose not to.”
“Brave,” Lore mutters, offering me a sweet kiss as his fingers trail down to my slit and swipe through the mess there, playing in the embarrassing trickle of fluid before rubbing it up and over my too-sensitive clit.
“Too much,” I protest but don’t move his hands.
The two of us are covered in my dust, and a flurry of it bursts free as my wings tremble on my back. I watch as it falls to the floor, tracing the whorls across the camp. Okay, perhaps Lore blinked us a few more times than I realised, because I definitely don’t remember being over there…
Or against that rock.
There’s even a smudge on Caed’s arm, like I’ve brushed against him somehow. He’s staring at it, twisting the limb to see how the violet shimmer reflects the light, turning his blue skin iridescent. His face twists oddly between curiosity and what might be dismay, but the expression fades as swiftly as it comes.
It’s too easy to imagine him painted in my dust, glittering alongside the rest of my males. My fae possessiveness positively purrs at the idea, and my cunt clenches down on Lore’s teasing fingers in response. The redcap grins, having already noticed where my attention has fallen.
“If he’s very good, he can join in next time,” he whispers quietly in my ear.
