Page 148 of Wrath of the Fae

‘You made a vow in ink?’

‘We did.’

‘I… I never asked you to do that.’

‘You never had to,’ Cyrus replies, his hand sliding up my leg and resting at the back of my thigh.

They both lean in and kiss my knee, letting their lips rest on my skin.

I shiver as something inside me stirs. Something hungry. Primal. An ache builds in my belly.

It builds between my legs.

They sniff the air.

‘What?’ I ask, paranoid.

‘We can smell you,’ Reid replies. ‘Your scent changes when you’re… excited.’

‘My scent?’ I repeat, stepping away and flushing red with embarrassment, suddenly very aware I’m naked, and their faces are right… there! ‘As in… I smell?’

Reid and Cyrus both take hold of the back of my knee before I can retreat, and they hold me there.

‘It’s the most intoxicating scent.’ Cyrus pulls me a little closer and inhales again. ‘Don’t you dare be embarrassed.’

They trace their thumbs back and forth across my skin, sending goosebumps all over my body.

Such a tiny bit of contact, and my body is almost a trembling mess.

‘Ready to wash?’ Reid asks, scooping me up and carrying me into the water.

It’s delicious on my skin. So warm and calm. He places my arms on the edge, leaving me to float. My feet reach the bottom, and I slump into the crook of my arm as I relax for the first time in… fuck knows when.

They start washing me, gently cleaning me of the blood and grime.

‘It’s our turn for questions now,’ Reid says from behind me, his fingers attempting to unknot my hair. ‘The screams Ivan played. What he said. Was that true? Were you in pain the entire time?’

‘Yes,’ I whisper, not moving an inch as they continue tending to me.

‘We didn’t know.’

‘I know. Next question?’

One of them starts running their hands over my back, massaging the knots and aches from my muscles.

‘Lucca,’ Reid says. ‘Why did he tell me to fuck you when you began fading by the river?’

‘Some think I need to be anchored to something powerful to stabilise my emotions and power. And the most powerful thing there is, is you two. The Bond.’ One of them is giving my lower back a deep massage, and I moan in delight as they work out the knots and aches.

‘I need to remake The Bond.’ The words slip out of me. I only meant to think them. Not blurt them out.

Their hands stop in a second.

‘Sorry, what was that?’ Cyrus asks.

‘I… I need to remake the Bond with you to stabilise my powers.’ I bury my face further in my arm. ‘Then I might be able to get us home.’

‘Was that a question, Reid?’ Cyrus asks.

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