Considering the politics going on in the clan home, he had to wonder just how many of the small fey would be living here by the end of the week. All the fighting and backbiting was actually a fairly normal occurrence just before a clan split, but since the remaining fey on the island were so young, they might not know what was happening. He had known things were growing increasingly tense among them but had done his best to ignore the situation since it wasn’t really any of his business. Not yet anyway.
Shiloh made a mental note to talk to Foster about it. It didn’t make much sense for the clan to split when there were so few in residence. The small fey hadn’t split since the founding of the island. Maybe the loss of the bees had something to do with it.
It didn’t take long for the two fey to pull their things into one of the apartments. After thanking him and stating they were in for the night, they closed the door. Shiloh wandered into the kitchen to see what Rienne was doing since she should have finished the tea a while ago.
“Everything okay now?” she asked tentatively, pouring boiling water into two mugs.
“Yeah, just drama at home, and they don’t want to deal with it anymore.” He rubbed the back of his neck and leaned down to press a quick kiss against her lips. “Shall we return to our game?”
“Sure.” They each took a mug and returned to the living room.
Two hours later she looked at him with a rueful smile. “Did you pick the longest game in the stack on purpose?” Draining the last few drops in her mug she stood and picked up the mugs. “More tea?”
Standing and stretching, he shook his head. “No. Want to finish the game later? We can leave it out and pick up tomorrow night after dinner.”
She shrugged. “Sounds good. It was more fun than watching movies all night. Kind of hard to get to know someone when you spend two hours staring at a TV screen,” she finished wryly. “I’ve never really understood why going to the movies was such a great date move when people first start seeing each other.”
He took the mugs from her and put them back on the table, then took her face in his hands and bent to kiss her. Her fingers curled around his wrists. Her mouth trembled a little under his as it opened, allowing him to deepen the kiss.
After a moment she pulled away and licked her lips nervously. “Good night, Shiloh,” she said, shyly avoiding his gaze, and scampered out of the room.
He sighed as he listened to her footsteps going up the stairs. A door closed quietly. After checking the locks on the doors and windows, he followed her example and went to bed. Although he had a feeling she wasn’t reaching for a towel and the baby oil like he was.
Chapter Six
Rienne opened her eyes slowly. Foxglove was kneeling beside the bed with his chin resting on his folded arms. Dawn was just breaking, she noted with a bleary glance at the window. “Good morning. What are you doing?” she asked sleepily.
A winsome smile curved his lips. “Watching you sleep.”
She rolled onto her back and stretched. “Doesn’t sound very interesting,” she said with a yawn.
“I was enjoying it quite a bit,” was the soft reply.
“Mmm. Be right back, love.” She gave him a quick peck on the lips before bounding out of bed and heading for the bathroom. When she came out Foxglove was looking out the window, a slight frown on his face.
She pulled off her nightgown and stepped up behind him. Wrapping her arms around him, she feathered her lips up and down his neck. “Do you have anywhere to be right now?” She tugged his shirt out of his pants, so she could run her hands along his belly, tracing the edge of his waistband.
He turned with a smile. “Not really.”
She nearly started purring when his hands cupped her ass and squeezed. “Then why don’t you take off those clothes and cuddle with me a bit?” Nibbling on his chin, she popped the first button on his pants.
Silently he removed his clothing and eased them both onto the bed. His hands stroked lazily up and down her back as she stretched out over him. “How did your evening with Shiloh go?” he asked. “I expected to find him here this morning.”
Nuzzling his neck, she nibbled the soft skin under her lips. “It was okay. He didn’t push, and I wasn’t comfortable with doing anything without talking to you first.” She raised her head to meet his eyes, lifting up on her elbows. “Thistle and Dandy moved in. You didn’t tell me I had fairy apartments in my hallway.”
“Fey,” he corrected absently, his gaze straying to her breasts. “Do you mind if I take one? I’d like to be closer to you.” One hand came up to cradle her right breast. Gently stroking his thumb over the tightening nipple, he lifted his head a bit and licked her throat.
Humming with pleasure, she closed her eyes and tilted her head back. “I’d like that. You can stay up here with me if you want.”
“Okay,” he said softly. Cupping her cheek, he pulled her down for a lingering kiss. His cock hardened and pressed insistently against her belly. After a slow, lazy kiss that left a fire in her blood, he pulled back. “Quit changing the subject. What happened with Shiloh?”
Rienne sighed and rolled off him to lie on her side. Draping an arm over his waist, she absently rubbed his hip. “We played a game for a few hours. Drank tea and talked. He kissed me, and then I went to bed. Why are you being so insistent?” They hadn’t made love since the night before she had shifted, and it was a little disconcerting how focused he was on something other than her being nude. “I’m not going to have sex with him unless you’re with me,” she finally said a little belligerently. It might be pathetic, but she wanted to see his face and judge whether he was telling the truth about not being jealous. She felt a little ashamed of herself for needing to test him, but things had happened so quickly. They had barely become lovers before he started talking about having someone else in bed with them.
Intellectually she had known they would probably be adding another partner at some point. Foxglove’s attraction to men wasn’t just going to go away. But, at the same time, she hadn’t expected it to happen so soon. They hadn’t even had time to grow comfortable with each other before things were changing again. Why can’t he just leave it alone for a little while, she wondered a little resentfully.
The swirl of emotions running through her was starting to upset her stomach. Feeling self-conscious, she tugged a sheet over her and rolled onto her back. Twisting the fabric uneasily between her fingers, she stared up at the ceiling.
Foxglove shifted onto his elbow. Reaching over, he caught her chin and turned her face toward him. “I’m not trying to upset you, Rienne,” he said soberly. “Nor am I trying to pressure you. Okay, maybe I am. But”—he held up a hand when she opened her mouth to speak—”there is a mutual attraction on every side. I’m not saying you have to jump into bed with him. I just want you to spend time with him. See where things go and don’t worry so much.”
“I want things to work between us, Foxglove,” she said. “I would rather ignore how I feel about Shiloh than ever have to wonder if I’m hurting you. And what if you like him better than me?” she finished in a whisper, shifting her gaze away from his.
“Silly love,” he said in a teasing murmur. “I’ve spent years searching for someone to call my own. To the point of acting a little too desperate at times, and then, just when I was resigned to being alone, there you were. With your pansy-blue eyes, so hurt and trying so hard to hide it. I’ve known Shiloh my whole life. I love him, but you’re the only one who has ever made me feel like everything has fallen into place. We fit, Rienne, like we were always meant to be.”
Rienne blinked back the sting of tears. Something broken inside her shifted, clicking into place. Never in her wildest imagination had she thought he felt the same way about her that she did him. It had happened so quickly she didn’t want to trust it. Yet she couldn’t help reaching for it.
“I would rather invite him in now,” he continued, bending his head to kiss her jaw, “while we are still learning about each other than
wait and make it harder to fit a third into our life. Because I think we are going to be one of those irritatingly close couples who are attached at the hip and finish each other’s sentences.” He smiled mischievously. “I feel we are going to be together for a long, long, time, so I don’t mind a few others orbiting around you until we find someone who fits us both.”
She laughed. “You are probably right. So, do it now before we get too used to things the way they are, hmmm?” Looping her arms around his neck, she pulled him down to her, grinning against his lips when he pushed the sheet away to half lie on her. She curled her leg over his hip when he slid his thigh between hers.
He hummed in agreement, his erection a firm, hot weight against her hip.
“Dandy kissed me last night.”
Foxglove jerked back to stare down at her. “He did?”
“Uh-huh,” she said, rubbing her bare foot up and down his leg. “Just a little one. I thought he and Thistle were together? Or do you think it was just a friendly kiss?”
“They are together, but they both like women too.” He bent his head to kiss her throat. “I know they are both interested in you, and you already know I’m interested in them.” He sighed theatrically. “I guess I’ll have to resign myself to a paltry four lovers if they make a move. How will I survive with such slim pickings?”
She giggled and hugged him tightly. “You’ll have to, lover. I am drawing the line here. That’s a lot of sex, and while two men would raise a few eyebrows, I think four will have people truly up in arms. I’ll try not to worry about what strangers think. I want to be happy here.” Deciding she was done talking about her prospective lovers, she focused on the man in her arms. “Make love to me.”
He purred, bending his head to take her mouth in a hot kiss. “Gladly.”
Running her fingers down his back in a lazy caress, she paused to explore the full globes of his ass when she reached them. Tight and round, just the way she liked them. His skin was like silk under her roaming fingers, and she felt goose bumps follow her light touch. In the last few days, she had found he was very much like a cat in his sensual enjoyment of being petted and touched. Leaning into her every touch and taking every opportunity to rub his body against hers. Sometimes she could smell him on her skin, a light, musky fragrance unique to him.
She nibbled delicately on his lower lip for a moment before swirling her tongue along his. The sweet, melting-honey taste of him flooded her mouth, and she moaned softly, pressing closer for a deeper kiss. Feeling her pussy growing moist, she rocked against his thigh. He pulled her leg higher onto his hip and ground against her core for a moment before sliding fully between her legs.
“Gods, I loved your curls, but I think I like you better without them, sweet,” he whispered in her ear. He reached between their bodies and brushed his fingers over her hairless mound. “So soft and delicate, just begging for kisses and a cock.”
She stiffened as a light knock sounded just outside the curtain shielding her bed from the other room.
Foxglove lifted his head and listened.
“Rienne? Are you awake yet?” Shiloh asked from the outer room. “Your cousins just called. They will be here tomorrow night,” he continued without waiting for a response. “Oh and they said your Aunt Sophie is with them. They said she’s lucid this week, and she’s feeling the spring heat. Whatever that means.”
Rienne groaned. “Thanks, Shiloh.” She looked up at Foxglove, who smiled impishly, tilted his head toward the curtain, and wiggled his eyebrows. After a second she smiled nervously and said, “You can come in, Shiloh.”
The curtain parted, and he stepped into the room. His eyes widened when he saw them, and the flare of heated interest was unmistakable.
She trailed her gaze down his body and licked her lips as her womb tightened in excitement. He was shirtless, wearing only a pair of low-riding jeans, which drew taut across a growing erection. Dark nipples pebbled on his darkly tanned chest.
Shiloh smiled slowly and moved closer to the bed. “Well now, this is a pretty sight first thing in the morning.” He eased down onto the bed and stroked a hand down Foxglove’s back. His smile grew wider when Foxglove nearly purred and arched into the caress. “May I stay?” he asked quietly.
Rienne blushed and nodded. She gasped when Foxglove rolled off her, exposing her body to Shiloh. Shiloh stood and removed his jeans, then eased back onto the bed. She saw Foxglove lazily fisting his prick as his gaze moved appreciatively over Shiloh’s body.
Shiloh leaned down and licked his way up her throat and paused before kissing her, his expression grave. Her eyes fluttered closed as their lips met in a sweet, somehow chaste kiss. She looked up at him when he pulled back a few moments later.
“So nervous,” he murmured, rubbing his thumb over her cheekbone. Moving to Foxglove, he kissed the smaller man. It was a wet, dominating kiss completely different from the one she had gotten and wholly masculine. Their lips crashed and clung, tongues twisting together. Shiloh slinked across Rienne with catlike grace and pulled Foxglove closer, bracing himself on one arm while his free hand curled around Foxglove’s neck to hold him in place.
She reached up tentatively and brushed her fingers over his chest. His muscles felt like silk-covered stone. As her thumb rubbed around his nipple, he pulled away from Foxglove and twisted to kiss her again. Unlike the first kiss, this one was demanding, a possessive taking of her mouth.
He slid between her legs and rubbed his whole body along her softer one. She moaned when he pulled one of her legs over his hip and rocked his erection against the humid mound of her pussy, taking full advantage of his position. “Oh yeah, I love a bare, slippery quim.”
He lapped his way down her throat in moist, sucking kisses and took one of her nipples between his teeth. Cupping her breast, he plumped it into his mouth and began to suck hard and deep on the tender bud. Each strong draw pulled an answering throb from her loins. Her fingers tangled in his hair as she arched into him.
Hazily, she saw Foxglove rise to his knees and press his mouth along Shiloh’s shoulders. White teeth flashed as he spread slow love bites along their new lover’s shoulder, pink tongue swirling out to taste the tanned skin. Shiloh growled and moved to her other breast, treating it to the same hard suction the first had received. His fingers pinched and pulled at the abandoned nipple as he feasted on her.
Foxglove slid back down beside them and flicked his tongue across the fingers toying with her breast. Shiloh turned his face without releasing her from his lips and squeezed her other breast up for Foxglove. Rienne screamed at the dual sensations of their mouths sucking and pulled them even closer.
SHILOH GROANED AS his engorged member parted her swollen, moist nether lips and rode along her clit. He pulled slowly back from her, sucking the whole while until her nipple left his mouth with a wet pop. “I can’t wait,” he growled hoarsely. “I need to be inside you now.”
Foxglove moved back as well. “On your back, Shiloh.”
Shiloh raised an eyebrow at the command but obediently rolled over.
Foxglove’s skin and eyes glowed faintly as he pulled Rienne up and kissed her deeply. Their woman sagged into his arms and writhed against him urgently, and Shiloh belatedly remembered the aphrodisiac kiss of the small fey, something that would not affect him, but he didn’t need it anyway. He smirked as Rienne begged the small fey to fuck her. Apparently she, however, was very susceptible to Foxglove’s kiss.
The edge of dark cruelty in Foxglove’s answering smile as he teased the outer lips of her labia surprised Shiloh, and then he also remembered the sharp sounds of a spanking he had heard up here the week before. Foxglove turned Rienne in his arms and helped her straddle Shiloh. He took her hands and placed them on Shiloh’s chest and tipped her forward.
Her arms trembled as she looked down at him, eyes hot with desire and just a little cloudy before she shut them tight and cried out, jerking forward suddenly. He looked between her legs and saw Foxglove bury three fingers in
her cunt. They withdrew, glistening with moisture, and then shoved back in again.
“Is this what you want, little girl?” Foxglove whispered behind her as he worked his fingers in and out. “Do you want something hard, hot, and thick in this sweet little snatch?”
Rienne’s mouth fell open, and she nodded, eyes still closed. “Please!”
“Do you want Shiloh to fuck you?”
She whimpered and nodded.
He pulled his fingers out of her with a wet sound and pulled her back against him. Her arms came up behind her to wrap around his neck, and Foxglove ran his hands up and down her slim body soothingly, fingers damp with her sap. “Say it, sweetheart,” he whispered against her neck. Sharp, slightly pointed teeth grazed her skin teasingly.
She opened her eyes and looked down at Shiloh, blushing a fiery crimson.
Foxglove laid a stinging slap against her splayed pussy. “Say it!”
Rienne squirmed and made mewling sounds. “I want Shiloh to fuck me.”
Shiloh didn’t think he’d ever seen anything as hot until Foxglove turned her face to the side and kissed her slow and deep, fucking her mouth with his tongue.
“Good girl,” Foxglove murmured between kisses. He reached down and spread her slippery lips apart, then grasped Shiloh’s cock with his other hand and pulled it away from its resting place on his belly.
Shiloh’s breath hissed out of clenched teeth as Foxglove tucked the crown of his cock against the tight opening of Rienne’s cunt. Her vagina spasmed and seemed to kiss the purple head, inviting it in. He pressed in a little, and Foxglove’s hand stroked up and down his throbbing shaft a few times before he gripped Rienne’s hip and pushed her slowly down, still holding her sex open so Shiloh could watch the slow penetration of her body.
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