“Dinna fash yerself Lass, I heal. Tis just that it takes great effort to shift to be wasting it on such a minor thing.”
His comment made me wonder just what kind of an injury he’d consider major enough to shift for. And why it was such a great effort to shift in the first place? “How great an effort?” I asked and trailed my fingers over the ridges on his stomach in fascination.
“Not enough ta be leaving me banjaxed ta be sure. Tis no unreal bad,” he advised me and I turned my head sideways trying to decipher the meaning in his words.
“That’s quite the accent you have there,” I told him. “Where did you pick that up?”
“Me mum,” he replied distractedly. His control was holding but my fingers running over his skin was causing a bit of a strain.
“Really, tell me about your Mother,” I urged him, moving to the head of the bed as I eased my back onto the pillows. Dane watched me, his eyes following my body and I patted my hip, inviting him to come with me and use me for his pillow. He looked at me a moment then nodded to himself before he lifted himself gracefully and resettled himself with his head resting on my hip. He closed his eyes and I slid my finger into his hair, massaging his scalp as I waited.
I expected he would speak to me and was somewhat surprised when the picture of a very small black haired woman with pale grey eyes, creamy skin and lovely features flashed across his mind, it caused me to murmur softly. “Your mother was a Pixie?” I asked in wonder, looking down at his huge body in awe.
“Aye that be the truth.” He told me out loud, his voice filled with love and pride. “An originally from the Isle o’ Green.”
“And yet… you are so big?” I told him and he chuckled and laced his fingers together over his stomach. When I made an unhappy noise he opened his eyes to find me frowning at the view he had suddenly impeded and quickly removed his hands. I smiled and he flashed his teeth.
“The Gentry come in all sizes fer sure,” he told me. “Tis the way o’ it, Lass.”
The Gentry? Who were the Gentry?
“Fey, Faerie, those that dwell in the Sidhe,” he told me.
“And is your Mother living in the Sidhe now? Is that where you grew up?” I asked and traced his rounded ear with a fingertip.
“Nae, twas the countryside above New York where I grew ta manhood. Far from the mounds.”
“Hmmm… and do you have any special talents. Aside from being Dragon that is?” I asked and he flashed me another smile, then blinked and was all of two and a half feet tall and standing next to me on the bed. He had gossamer wings that shimmered in the light and were a vibrant black and orange yellow color with white dots. I sucked in my breath and stared at him in awe. He was still wearing his jeans and he climbed onto my lap straddling my waist, his beautiful wings fanning across my thighs tickling my skin. His wing coloring was not all that different from a monarch butterfly, and I was enchanted at their sheer beauty.
“Ha, an how would this be?” he asked, his voice surprisingly deep to be coming out of such a little person.
“That is amazing,” I told him, quite impressed with his ability. “And do you find it taxing to shift to this size?” I asked, wondering if it was just his change to Dragon that required energy.
“Tis easier than going Dragon,” he informed me with a sly grin, then shifted once more to full size and was straddling my body, his legs to either side of me. He leaned over pressing his hands into the pillows next to my shoulders. “Will ye meet me then?” he asked and I frowned up at him while my hands rose and pressed against his chest.
“Meet you?
“Kiss me, will ye kiss me then?” he whispered against my cheek while he brushed his lips over my skin in a gentle caress that ended at my mouth. He kissed me, his lips gently exploring, tasting me and when I opened for him he slid inside gently so that my arms seemed to wrap themselves around him of their own volition. He slowly eased his body down against the length of mine and I made a pleased sound in my throat, letting him know it felt good. My fingers slid up into his hair and I held him to me, feasting at his mouth.
My bedroom door opened and slammed into the wall with a loud bang. I jerked and broke the kiss, turning in alarm to see Jace and Gareth stride into my bedroom and stalk to my bed. I watched in wide eyed fascinated horror as Jace crawled onto the end and seated himself there, his green eyes narrowed as he stared down at me. Gareth walked right up to the head and crossed his arms over his chest staring down at me with a lifted brow.
Dane pressed himself closer and I glanced sharply at him, just managing to tear my eyes away from Gareth’s intense face.
“It occurred to us that we haven’t yet officially declared ourselves,” Jace told me, his voice sounding annoyed. “So we thought we might remedy the oversight immediately. I declare.”
“I too declare,” Gareth added as I glanced between the two of them. “You may proceed with butterfly boy while we… observe.” He informed me bluntly while my heart and mind nearly stuttered to a stop.
“For now,” Jace offered and stretched out across the foot of the bed propping himself up on one elbow so he could have an unimpeded view of the two of us.
Dane made a low angry sound and I glanced back at him to find his eyes were whirling and his mind shuttered closed once again. Talk about your performance pressure. This was the first time either of them had offered to watch, let alone threaten to participate. Aside from trying to protect me neither had come near me while I had occupied another intimately. Gareth gave me a look that said my thoughts weren’t worth replying too and my unease increased tenfold.
“Please don’t let us stop you,” Gareth urged us and I chewed at my lip and dropped my hands to the bed.
“And I’m supposed to do that how?” I asked, pushing up slightly against the pillows and slipping several strands of hair behind an ear with a hand that was suddenly shaking.
“Concentrate?” Jace offered, his green eyes offering not an ounce of humor or sympathy.
“You’re kidding right?” I asked while Dane buried his face in the side of my neck and began placing soft kisses across my jaw and down to my collarbone. Jace lifted an eyebrow, his eyes flicking to Dane as he shook his head. No, apparently he wasn’t kidding. Beside the bed Gareth reached for the buttons on his cuff and slowly undid first one then the other. When his fingers started on the buttons down the front of his shirt, Dane had moved on, sliding lower so that his lips moved across my upper chest. I sucked in air and stared at Gareth in shock when Dane lifted a hand and cupped my breast. At the foot of the bed Jace made a low threatening sound and the tension in me jumped up a notch as he sat up and pulled his own Shirt over his head. When I glanced back at Gareth his shirt was gone and his pants were sliding down his legs. My eyes went to the juncture of his thighs and widened at the size of him. Apparently he was excited and not afraid to show it. The bed rocked and Jace’s jeans went flying to the floor drawing my gaze back to him.
When Jace’s finger reached out and stroked my foot, I jerked. A slightly strangled noise escaped Dane and he pressed his hips against me while I bit my lip and gripped the bed covers in both hands. “Not as easy as it sounds is it?” he asked politely.
Personally I didn’t think there was anything easy about any of this and might have said so, but Dane’s lips covered my nipple while his tongue lathed across the tip and coherent speech was momentarily impossible.
Gareth choose that moment to slide his hip onto the bed putting himself within reach of me as he settled back against the pillows and stretched out his leg next to my hand. His other leg was bent at the knee, which put his lap almost even with Dane’s head. It would have been hard for Dane not to notice given the less than a foot and half or so separating them.
Jace shifted from the foot of the bed, moving himself parallel to me so that his chest was level with my hip and his legs curved in against my calf. He trailed his fingers up my skin starting at my knee and tracing the outline of my thigh and hip up to my waist. Dan
e made another growling noise which caused Jace to lift his eyes to me and raise both eyebrows in mock surprise. “Now, now… share and share alike,” he said and I had to stifle the urge to say something nasty.
Gareth lifted my hand to his mouth and gave me a knowing look just before he sucked my index finger between his lips and into his mouth. Shockwaves coursed up and down my arm while he stroked me with his hot tongue and teased me with his teeth. His actions caused Dane to shift slightly and I glanced down into his inky black eyes and felt his barrier give way. My back arched as his need slammed into me and he murmured something soft and low while he shifted about on the bed reaching for the buttons on his jeans and shoving them down his legs. He gave them a final kick and I watched distractedly as they slipped off the bed and out of sight.
Jace’s hand gripped my thigh and Gareth released my finger, leaning over to slide his hand into my hair so he could turn me toward him. His lips came down on mine as Dane moved down my body, his lips burning a pathway to my red gold patch of curls. Jace slid higher on the bed and guided my hand to his hard length. He pressed himself against my palm making pleased noises in his throat when I wrapped my fingers around him and instinctively closed my hand.
Dane’s tongue slid between my folds and onto my nub. I moaned at the pleasure and was echoed by hums from all three of them. Gareth dipped his tongue into my mouth while Jace lowered his lips to my breast and my mind stuttered at the sensory input from their bodies, as well as their thoughts pressing in on me, arousing my desire. I wrapped my arm around Gareth’s neck and raised my hips to Dane while I continued stroking Jace with my other hand.
At some point it became a game of who could distract me the most, as each of them tried to keep my focus by pleasuring me best. I was soon writhing on the bed, their efforts keeping me primed as I came for them time and again. My breathing was ragged and spots danced behind my eyelids when I decided I’d had enough and did something about it. The door in my mind was shiny and oh so red as I flung it open, much as Jace and Gareth had stormed into my room earlier, flooding us all with my desire. Gareth and Jace both growled while Dane became frantic, quickly rising to his knees and positioned himself over me. His hands reached for my hips and raised me onto him. His first stroke brought a scream from my throat which caused him to nearly purr as he pulled back and then shoved himself deep inside me again. He was not small and it took me a moment to accommodate him.
Gareth slid his body up onto the pillows and I turned to him, pulling him into my mouth while my other hand continued to touch Jace. Gareth’s tempo synced with Dane’s rhythm and they worked in and out of me in long sure strokes. Through the doorway I fanned desire again and Dane cried out and slammed against me, his body taunt as a wire, head thrown back while he exploded deep within. Jace and Gareth both hesitated and when Dane would have slumped across my body, Jace grabbed his shoulder and firmly guided him off me. With a shove, Dane rolled onto his back next to me and Jace slid down my body and in between my legs. Had I been thinking clearly I’m sure I would have been shocked but neither Jace nor Gareth gave me time to clear the passion filled haze I was in.
“Watch and learn,” Jace informed Dane, his body covering mine. His strokes were deep and strong and I felt a tightening as he and Gareth invaded my mind, drowning me in their hunger. A burning sense of possessiveness I’d never felt from either of them wove itself into my psyche, enveloping my sense of self and immersing me in their needs. I moaned and shuddered beneath the onslaught and felt my control disappear.
Gareth’s mind stormed my door and it felt as if he inhaled my desire, taking it into his body and feeding it to Jace who thrust it back at me. It felt as if I’d grabbed onto a live wire and couldn’t let go.
I arched off the bed lifting Jace who slammed me back down riding my passion overload and feeding more into me. Gareth sucked air into his lungs and growled low and frantic, his body tensing in climax. Jace cried out as Gareth’s pleasure filled him and spilled over into me causing a mini loop that fed between the three of us. Jace pressed deep and the feel of him exploding arched my back.
Beside us Dane moaned and came again, the force of our pleasure causing him to spill his seed a second time. At least this time he wouldn’t have to change his pants, I thought, then fluttered my eyes closed as Gareth slipped from my body and curled around me on the pillows. Jace settled his body over mine and I wrapped my arms around him holding him and stroking my palms over his back while he pressed his lips to the sensitive skin behind my ear.
Chapter 4
I was seated on a chair in the living room working the tangles out of my hair. I had once again showered and managed this time to actually get into my panties, red halter dress and heels without out being distracted. Of course I’d had to do it under the supervision of all three of my Drakes, which proved to be more nerve wracking than I could have imagined.
The tension in my room was high and I’d escaped with my hair still dripping down my back just to get away from it, from them. Apparently none of the three had wanted to be the first to leave and thereby concede the floor to the others. Nimble fingers plucked the comb from my hand and Amras slid his body in behind me on the chair to assist me. I leaned forward and rested my elbows on my thighs to give him space to work out the damage they had caused.
The others were seated around the room and even Nolls had decided to join us. I hadn’t seen him much in the past day or so. I assumed he’d been sent to guard Dane and had been sleeping when we’d left Amras’ room this morning. He looked about as happy as he ever did, while Lira and Roral, having already stated their intentions, looked like they were pleased to be in the same room with me and… perhaps hopeful that I might notice them next time I was in need. Their interest had not gone unnoticed by anyone in the room since neither had bothered to shield their minds. It seemed to especially irritate Cursed and Amras. When Amras muttered low and gruff about people not learning their lessons my eyes flicked to Roral and Lira, who both shrugged and smiled slyly.
“Lexi, you are stalling,” Jace chided. I sighed and leaned back into Amras, who spread his legs a little wider and scooted me back against his chest, then wrapped his arms about me in a comforting embrace. His chin came to rest on my shoulder and I closed my eyes briefly leaning my head against him.
“Call her,” he breathed against my ear and I sighed but sent out my mental call for Mi.
“Are you ready, Lord Amras?” Mi asked from the coffee table, her tail wrapped primly around her front paws as she suddenly there seated in front of us. Her abrupt appearance was accompanied by several sharp breath intakes but no one moved or said anything.
“No,” I replied sharply then pursed my lips and placed my hands on Amras’ arms at my waist. “I have not received a summons yet but I’m going too,” I told her in a voice that brooked no argument from her or anyone else in the room.
Mi eyed me thoughtfully then shook her head. “I didn’t bother giving you the summons because I assumed you would want to,” she informed me while the tip of her tail flicked sharply. “It would have been redundant.”
“Oh.”
“Is that what you’re wearing to meet the Queen?” she asked and I swear she raised an eyebrow, though nothing on her kitty cat face actually moved. Perhaps it was more her tone. I’d learned at a very early age to always mind Mi’s tones.
I glanced down at the dark red halter dress I was wearing, which left most of my chest and a good portion of my thigh exposed. Not to mention it was backless. “I’m not sure. What does one wear to meet their Grandmother the Queen?” I asked, my question reflecting the real curiosity I was feeling.
Mi sighed heavily then began speaking to me like one might a small child or emotionally stunted youth. “I love the dress it’s very… charming. But you might wish to remember the Queen’s husband is suspended in stone and has been for a very long time. You and your entourage are going to take some getting used to, especially if you broadcast while within the Sidhe. The Fey
are not prudish but you and your sex drive are… uniquely accelerated,” she told me wryly while I worked hard not to be annoyed at being treated like an imbecile. Mi merely continued to watch me through her unblinking eyes while I worked through her comments.
I turned and glanced between Kit and Owen, my gaze settling on Owen while Kit huffed then looked somewhat offended. “Owen could you please?” and I waved my hand at my dress. He studied me for a moment and snapped his fingers. When I looked down at myself I wasn’t certain if Owen had been the appropriate choice. The dress he’d provided me with was the same color, the only difference being that it started just below my chin and ended past my feet and wrists. It looked like he’d wrapped me up like a blood red mummy. The material was sheer and the ends like gossamer wings. In several places my skin could be seen beneath the fabric and only the repeated wrappings over the most intimate locations kept me from being completely exposed. Around the room I heard several of the men pull breath in through their lips and in my mind it sounded like a mini riot had broken out.
Kit smiled and snapped his fingers and my bracelet turned to a band of blood red rubies, still with the jaguar and key attached. He frowned at that his eyes narrowing for just a moment before he snapped his fingers again. My hair was suddenly piled on top of my head and I felt an unfamiliar weight on my brow as well as long heavy earrings tugging at my earlobes.
“I did something to deserve the earrings?” I teased Kit. He’d told me the other day we could discuss earning earrings, just as I’d earned the bracelet by fulfilling my piece of our contract.
“Consider them loaners,” He informed me while his eyes went speculative and I could almost hear the wheels turning behind them. Kit scheming, now that was a rather scary thought.
Mi continued to stare at me and in her eyes I could see my face reflected, complete with a ruby red Circlet and long ruby earrings. “Well that is certainly interesting,” she replied to no one in particular and I was left to wonder what she meant exactly. She then looked around the room at the others. “I assume everyone is coming?” She asked and looked at Jace and Dane who were wearing jeans. She turned her oh-so-expressive eyes toward Owen with a look that had him snapping his fingers.
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