Intrigues of the Lunar Fae Court

by Ivy Clyde

  I sank onto the bed but Rowan and Leon continued touching and kissing me. My moans grew louder.

  One by one, my clothes were taken off my body, leaving me bare to both my mates.

  “How is it you’ve grown hotter since the last time we were together?” Leon whispered in my ear as his hardened length poked against my ass. His hand slid along my stomach and down towards my pussy. A moan escaped me as his fingers slid inside my wet folds.

  Rowan’s kiss broke.

  “Can’t you let me have her to myself?” he asked in an annoyed voice. However, his shining silver eyes followed his brother’s hand as he rubbed my clit.

  “She needs us both,” said Leon in a deep, husky voice. “Don’t you, Moira?”

  “Mmhmm.”

  “If that’s what she wants…” Rowan whispered as his mouth closed over a rose-red nipple while his hand cupped and squeezed the other.

  The effects of their combined touches lit my body on fire. My legs felt weak as shivers of pleasure cascaded down my body. I leaned against Leon’s hard chest as Rowan continued to suck and tease my nipples.

  “You’re going so tight.” Leon’s voice was thick with desire. His fingers were buried deep within me, coaxing out an orgasm out of me. My insides clenched around his digits. His thumb brushed over my clit, making me gasp as my breathing turned erratic.

  “Come, love,” said Rowan, capturing my lips between his in a demanding kiss.

  As my control broke, he was the only one left to kiss as my mouth opened wide as I gasped and moaned with the intensity of my climax.

  All strength seemed to leak out of my limbs as I lay boneless on the bed.

  Meeting Rowan and Leon’s gazes, I realized I was the reason they were both hard and wanting. That I had flamed their hunger.

  At that moment, I felt the mate bond between us getting stronger. It didn’t matter if we were apart, every time we came together, it would be just as hot and explosive as this moment. My heart soared at the thought. As always, it felt right to be with them.

  “You’re so fucking beautiful,” said Leon, leaning down on me and kissing that particular spot on my neck that was just below my right ear. My head turned to the side, giving him more access as he kissed and chewed on the sensitive skin.

  My gaze fell on Rowan. He’d stripped down completely and was kneeling in front of me. Gripping my ankles, he lifted my legs and spread them apart. He moved between them and stared down at my swollen cunt. The intensity in the silvery depths of his eyes was enough for me to call out his name with need.

  I could feel the wetness dripping down my thighs.

  “Please, Rowan,” I begged as Leon latched onto a nipple.

  That was all the encouragement he seemed to need. Tugging on my hips, he lined his hardened erection at my entrance. Keeping a firm grip on my thighs, he slammed into me.

  I cried out at the sudden fullness within me as the thick shaft of his cock stretched me to my limits.

  “Look at me.” Rowan’s voice was thick with command. I opened my eyes, staring at him as he poised over me. My gaze went to the place we were joined. A look of satisfaction crossed his handsome face as he pulled out completely, leaving me clenching emptily, and then thrust all the way in again.

  “Oh, Rowan!” I cried out.

  “She’s the most beautiful like this.” Leon’s voice made me turn my head towards him. “I want to paint her someday really soon.” He was completely bare too, giving me a glimpse of his muscled, sun-tanned chest. A line of dark hair trailed from his navel down to his crotch. The urge to lick his body overwhelmed me just as Rowan slammed into me again, taking away my breath.

  My hand reached out to grasp Leon’s cock, earning a guttural groan from him. He was already thick and hard, the skin silky-soft under my fingers. Drops of his sticky, warm precum leaked onto my hand.

  “Gods, Moira,” groaned Leon, throwing his head backward as my hands moved up and down his shaft.

  Leon’s hands came to grasp my breasts. The harder I stroked him, the harder he squeezed and pulled, making my nipples pebble and demand more.

  Rowan continued to move inside me. He was groaning as my walls clenched and pulsed around his hardened length. My moans joined his sounds of pleasure as pressure built inside me, coiling into that intense moment when I couldn’t take it anymore.

  With a cry, I came, my body shuddering while my grip on Leon’s cock relaxed momentarily.

  “You’ve gone so impossibly tight,” Rowan hissed through gritted teeth, thrusting into me harder and faster. “Fuck!” His body came to a sudden halt and then jerked against mine. Hot cum gushed into my core, filling me up completely. His body collapsed on top of me.

  Our breathing was labored and erratic as we struggled to catch our breaths after that explosive climax.

  “I can’t hold on anymore,” Leon grated out through clenched teeth. “My cock wants your touch again.”

  Rowan pulled out of me and fell to my side. Leon moved over me but instead of covering my body with his and entering me, he pulled me on my knees and flipped me around.

  His hand came to cup my breasts as he positioned himself behind me. The touch of his hot cock against my wet folds made a shiver run through me. Aligning his head with my entrance, he entered me with a single hard, satisfying thrust, burying himself fully inside me.

  I moaned out, feeling his thick girth filling me up. My body was still hungry for more even after Rowan satisfied it a minute ago.

  “You’re so hot and wet,” said Leon in an appreciative tone, moving inside me. His hands gripped my hips as he pistoned inside me. My breasts bounced forward with his every thrust.

  “Fuck her harder,” said Rowan from the side. “She looks absolutely beautiful right now.”

  Warmth flushed my cheeks and neck as I met Rowan’s intense gaze on me. It heightened the pleasurable throbs in my pulsing core to see him watching me. I often wondered if there was an exhibitionist inside me. I loved it when my mates watched me being taken by another. Nothing made me as hot as that.

  Within minutes, my body had succumbed to Leon’s plunging cock. Caught in the throes of an orgasm, I moaned and leaned against his hard chest while he continued to slam inside me.

  Before the climax could fully subside, my insides clenched and pulsed once more with greater intensity. I was on the verge of another orgasm.

  “Come with me, love,” commanded Leon in a deep voice that reverberated through my body.

  He plunged inside me harder, taking me to the edge of pain and pleasure.

  Our cries of pleasure mingled together as we both came together. My walls clenched and milked his cock while he still thrust inside me, filling me up with bursts after bursts of his hot seeds.

  My body fell among the pillows with him on top of me. He pulled out of me and fell on my side before he could crush me with his weight.

  Face pushed against a pillow, I panted, struggling to calm my throbbing heart.

  Leon pulled me against his chest and held me to him. Rowan turned towards me and wrapped his arm around me. I lay like that between them, utterly satisfied and satiated, enjoying the feel of their hard, heated bodies against mine.

  I am forever theirs, I thought as my eyes closed in peaceful slumber.

  A few hours seemed to have passed since I’d fallen asleep. Opening my eyes, I found Rowan on my side. He was dozing, his breathing deep and regular. Reaching out, I moved away a few strands of his raven-black hair and stared at his handsome face. His broad, muscled chest rose and fell in a rhythmic pattern. It calmed me to watch him by my side like this.

  A hand moved down my midriff and settled on my belly. Turning around, I gazed into Leon’s amber eyes.

  “When did you wake up?” I whispered.

  “A while back.” He pressed a finger to his lips and gestured toward the windows in the far corner. Understanding what he meant, I followed him as he soundlessly climbed off the bed.

  Leon put on a long tunic and threw me an
other. Putting it on, I followed him to one of the windows.

  “I didn’t want to wake him up,” said Leon in a low whisper.

  I gave a nod. “I am glad he’s able to rest. You guys spent way too much time keeping lookouts in Vishen’s manor. You must be tired too.”

  “I’m not tired but worried about you.” He reached out with his hand and grazed my cheek with the back of his hand. “Why did you look so sad and anxious when you were returning back from the garden? Is everything okay?”

  “Everything is fine,” I said, looking away.

  “Moira.” Leon’s voice held the hint of a command, forcing me to look up at him. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

  Taking a deep breath, I whispered, “Lucia.”

  “What about her?” I stared at him while his amber gaze pierced through me. “Tell me, Moira. Has she said or done something?”

  “It’s not like that,” I said. It was difficult to articulate the emotions I was feeling inside. How could I explain things to him when I wasn’t too sure about anything myself?

  “What is worrying you?” asked Leon. “Just tell me about that.”

  I was quiet for a while but Leon’s hand kept rubbing soothing circles on my shoulders, relaxing me even more. Looking up at him, I said, “I want Lucia.”

  “Want?”

  I gave a nod. “I wasn’t aware of my emotions when I first met her. My mind was too focused on what was going on in Amaris and how I could reach you guys. My distraction never allowed me to realize what I was feeling when she was near me. Then, the Engorging Bell revealed she is my mate.” I took a deep breath and continued. “She doesn’t get close to me anymore. Maybe she thinks I could never think of her that way.”

  “Do you want her as your mate?” Leon’s voice sounded awfully loud in the still and silent room. It made my heart pound in my chest.

  “I do. I want her, Leon.”

  Leon’s amber eyes were grim for a moment. Then, he smiled, the kind of grin that lit up his face like the sun. “Go after her, then,” he said. “If you feel strongly for her, tell her. Show her. After that, it’s her decision.” Drawing me closer, he hugged me. One of his hands was on the small of my back while the other rested on my head. “Even if she says no, you still have me. And Rowan and Cade. We love you and want you.”

  I buried my face in his chest, deeply inhaling the scent of sweet hay and wildflowers that always clung to him. “Thank you.” Calm stole through me as I stayed in his embrace. It felt so, so good to have him with me at this moment.

  In all my life, I never thought anyone could make me feel so cherished and loved. Once again, it hit me how different my life was now. The hurt I received from my foster mother was disappearing every day. The scars remained in my heart and would always be a reminder of my time in the human world. However, the memory no longer made me feel like a victim. My parents did it to keep me protected from vipers like Vishen and Coran.

  “For what it’s worth,” said a different voice from near me. “As long as Lucia is loyal to you, I would have no objections to her being your mate.”

  Turning my head, I came face to face with Rowan. “You’re awake,” I gasped.

  “Yes,” he said. “I woke up the moment you left me.”

  “So, you heard everything I told Leon?”

  Rowan nodded.

  “You won’t mind if I go after her?”

  “No. We decided to be part of your harem already,” said Rowan with a glance at Leon. “As long as the person you choose is loyal to you, you won’t hear an objection from us.”

  “The only thing you should worry about is us having feelings for any woman you bring in,” said Leon with a glint in his eye.

  Surprise flitted through me. “Do you have any feelings for Lucia?”

  Both Rowan and Leon suddenly broke out in loud guffaws.

  “What?”

  Rowan pulled me against him, hugging me tightly. “You’re still so innocent about everything, Moira,” he said, his voice reverberating through me. “This is what made me fall in love with you.”

  “I still don’t understand.”

  Rowan’s chest shook with silent chuckles as he held me against him.

  “Lucia is not into men,” said Leon from beside us. “I thought you would have caught on to it by now.”

  I separated from Rowan to stare up at him and Leon. “Are you sure she is a lesbian?”

  “Not sure what the term means,” said Leon, running his fingers through the disheveled length of his crimson hair. “You use too much human jargon for me to understand sometimes. Either way, Lucia is the kind of woman who gets attracted to other women. Men have no chance with her.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “We’re sure,” said Rowan.

  “Do you think Cade would feel the same way?” I asked.

  “I don’t think he would have an objection,” said Rowan with a glance at Leon. “He will understand. Besides, Lucia is truly your fated mate. It is very hard, almost impossible to deny a bond like that. These relationships are divine, Moira. If you accept them, they will only make you stronger.”

  “He’s right,” said Leon. “Look what happened when you came into our lives. You healed the relationship between us brothers. Coran got exposed and we finally have him in our hands. None of us could have ever made such progress without you coming to Aelia.”

  “Don’t delay talking to Lucia,” said Rowan. “I understand how painful it is to suppress the need you feel for someone. I don’t want you to suffer like me.”

  Hope and confidence surged through me as I stared at my mates. They drove away all my insecurities, bringing decisiveness and strength into me.

  “Now, let’s back get you back to the bed,” said Leon. “These lunar fae would soon be waking up and we can’t be seen lazing off during duty hours.” With a sudden move, he swept me off my feet and picked me in his arms.

  I squealed loudly as he carried me back to bed with Rowan following him.

  20

  Moira

  A week passed by since the night I confessed about my feelings for Lucia to both Rowan and Leon. While I was itching to see Lucia and talk to her, she remained aloof, not even coming to see me during the day when the palace slept. Each time I asked my maid to take me to her, she refused, telling me the prince was too busy to meet anyone from the harem.

  My frustration was increasing. Most of it was due to not being able to see her. I couldn’t help but worry for her, knowing she was in the midst of Vishen and the other traitorous nobles. They all wanted to harm her. She was risking her life out there, intent on keeping me away from the skirmishes of the royal court.

  I wished she would understand how anxious it made me. Did she really think I was oblivious to the sacrifices she was making?

  “My Lady, which one do you prefer? The gold or the pink?”

  “What?” My gaze moved toward Ebha, my new handmaiden. She was gesturing toward two extravagant dresses hanging before me. “Why do you have to dress me in them?” I asked. “Is Prince Eoghan willing to see me?”

  “This is not about His Highness,” said Ebha. “There is a feast that you have to attend this dawn. All the ladies of the harem have been invited.” When I continued to look glum, she added, “The prince will be presiding over the feast.”

  My eyes widened. “Really?”

  Ebha grinned. “Yes, My Lady.”

  I scrambled off the sofa at once. Moving toward the dresses hanging before me, I said, “The gold one,” I said. “Make everything special.”

  “You’re really eager to see the prince,” said Ebha with a glint in her eye. “Not to worry. I will make sure you look the best among the other jewels of the harem. He wouldn’t be able to take his eyes off you.”

  Heat bloomed in my cheeks. Excitement rushed through me, warming me up thoroughly. After missing Lucia for a whole week, I would finally be able to see her. I grinned at Ebha. “Make sure you do just that!”

  My heart raced as I
sat on a plush sofa in a vast, brightly-lit hall. Light reflected off the sequins and sapphires at my throat. My handmaiden kept her promise to make sure I shone among the other women of the harem.

  Alana openly scowled at me from a nearby couch, her dark eyes flashing with anger each time she glanced at me. Boudica was polite but stayed aloof, burying her head in a book. The two sisters, Caitlyn and Ashlin were seated further away, talking in soft, quiet voices.

  “This is so boring!” shouted Alana, rising to her feet. “Why are you all so quiet?”

  Boudica sighed loudly and closed her book. She turned pale gray eyes on Alana. “What do you suggest we do?”

  “How about calling for some entertainment?” said Alana. “Are there no musicians or dancers here?”

  “This is supposed to be a formal dinner with the prince,” said Boudica. “You should be well aware that such loud, pompous activities aren’t part of this ceremony.”

  “I don’t care!” shouted Alana, stomping her foot. “The prince was supposed to be here an hour ago. Where is he? And where is that whore, Eithna?”

  No one spoke a word. I guessed we were all thinking the same. Where were Eithna and Lucia?

  “I’ve had enough!” said Alana, marching toward the door. Opening it, she called for the servants. The maids and valets came in at her call. Alana began berating them, demanding they bring Prince Eoghan to her.

  “She is so shameless,” said Boudica in a quiet voice.

  “Aren’t you curious though?” I asked.

  “Not really,” she said. “Prince Eoghan must be with Eithna. He has been keeping her in his chambers this past week.”

  Cold washed over me. “What?”

  “You didn’t know?”

  I shook my head.

  “I believe Prince Eoghan is too smitten with Eithna at the moment. He spends his nights with her. The girl sure knows her way around men.” A wry smile came upon her lips. She flipped a wavy lock of violet hair behind her shoulder and leaned against her seat. “It’s actually funny to see her winning the prince’s affection while Alana is barking like a mad bitch.”