Midnight of the Fae [Tangere Tales 2] (Siren Publishing Menage Everlasting)

by Heather Rainier

  “Annnd there goes my erection,” he said through his laughter, using the excuse to rest his overheated body on hers. “No, my love, this is the real me. Fae are naturally fit and well endowed. Speaking of well endowed, you are pretty dazzling yourself.”

  “Do you have a faery woman in the faery land you come from?”

  You’re my faery woman, Caresse. My only. Ever.

  Her expression changed to tenderness as if she was responding to words he’d spoken out loud, and he was encouraged by the attuning of her senses to him. Before his conversation with Selena, he’d attributed that to his role as her protector, and as such, he’d felt a little guilty for wanting to be more than just her bodyguard.

  Testing the theory, he tilted his weight from her soft form on the bed, and resting on his elbow, he took the opportunity to touch and explore her. Her breathlessness aroused him, the way she gazed at him as he cupped her breasts, stroked and licked the fragrant skin between them. His dick hardened to a painful degree at the taste of her and the way her essence flooded his senses. She was intoxicating him.

  Caresse murmured unintelligibly as she raised one of her knees and parted her thighs, revealing a hint of her pink pussy to him.

  Touch me.

  When he glanced up at her, she smiled. Did she know he heard her? Right at that moment he didn’t have enough spare brain cells to divert to sentences, so he just went with it, letting the willing light in her eyes be his guide.

  Repositioning so he was kneeling between her thighs, he pushed her knee higher, splaying her gorgeous cunt for his viewing.

  Her rosy flesh glistened with arousal, tempting him to taste her, and when she arched her back, he gave in to the urge.

  She moaned as he spread her thighs farther apart, baring every inch of her to him. Ravenously, he gripped her hips and slid his tongue in a wide stroke from her slick opening to the swollen nub of her clit. “Yes!”

  A trembling grew in her legs, spreading to her whole body. She quieted her moans with a hand against her mouth as he licked her over and over, taking his time, savoring the slick, tangy sweetness she offered to him so willingly.

  Looking up, he noticed her white-knuckle grip on her knees as she held herself open for him, freeing his hands for other sensual pursuits.

  The tremors increased as he stroked her delicious, swollen flesh, her panting increasing as she stilled. He glanced up into her imploring eyes.

  Please!

  Of course, my love.

  He rubbed her clit with the thumb of one hand as he teased her opening, circling over and over with two fingers of his other hand. The blush in her cheeks spread to her chest, and her eyes lost their focus as he dipped his fingers between her soaked pussy lips, teasing her entrance with repeated in and out movements until she went wild, her cries of ecstasy filling the nascent mental connection they now shared.

  Only the sound of her panting filled the otherwise silent room as she climaxed. The convulsions under his fingers were his undoing as he kneeled up and positioned his cock at her pulsating opening.

  Reaching for him, she nodded. “More, more. Now. Now. Hurry!”

  Holding back because he worried he’d take her like a wild beast, as worked up as she’d gotten him, he tried to ease in with gentle thrusts.

  “It’s so close, Leandre! More!” Her fingernails scored his shoulders as she held on to him, trying to pull him into her. Finally, she slid a hand down his back and sank her fingernails into his buttocks while she wrapped her legs around his hips, fighting to take even more of him as she orgasmed around his cock, nearly making his head explode. The release didn’t relax her, however. It merely pushed her to demand more.

  He’d wanted to be gentle with her, but she was having none of it. Finally, he slid to the hilt, moaning at the sleek, all-encompassing warmth of her engulfing him.

  Heaven. He didn’t know if he thought it or she did, but he agreed.

  “Yes, like that,” she moaned as he increased his thrusting, reveling in the sensations they shared.

  He dragged her up with him, coming onto his knees, and he slid deeper. The new position brought them nearly eye to eye, and he smiled at the rapture in her eyes and her rosy cheeks. She was a wanton little thing when she knew what she wanted.

  A sexy smile crossed her lips, and she purred a sensual sound as if in response to his thought and then said, “Only because you give it to me so good. It’s like you know just what I want.”

  Plundering her lips with his, he devoured what she gladly gave, pumping with hard strokes until she tightened her arms around his neck and came once more.

  He couldn’t resist the pull of orgasm as her body went completely slick around him, and he thrust over and over. The muscles in his back and buttocks tensed as the pressure built and then finally exploded, tendrils of heat shooting down his spine as his orgasm crested.

  It was all he could do not to shout out loud as ecstasy seized him, pleasure bursting in searing streams as he filled her with his cum.

  She still held on tight, and he was unwilling to move, not wanting to be parted from her just yet. Their bodies were slick against each other.

  Finally, his joints unlocked and he gently laid her back on the bed, enjoying the sight of her so thoroughly undone and well loved. She stayed the way he put her, their bodies still joined. Her scent still filled his head, and his cock jerked in reaction. She shuddered and giggled as he gazed at their joined bodies, the sight of her sweet pussy, legs spread wide, still accepting his cock making him feel oddly humbled.

  She caught her breath, and a small tremor ran through her, causing her pussy to squeeze his cock. He groaned at the sensation, and she giggled when it happened again. She stroked one of her nipples as she bit her lip and whispered, “I think you short-circuited me.”

  “That would make two of us.”

  “Sorry I clawed you. I don’t know why I did that.”

  He lifted her hand and kissed her knuckles. “You knew what you wanted.”

  “Yes, she did,” Sebastien said from near the window. He stepped out of the shadows. Leandre was reassured by the way his gaze searched Caresse’s before roaming over her nakedness. “Have I come at a bad time?”

  “No,” she murmured, after glancing at Leandre. “I’ll get dressed. I know you needed to talk.” Her movements dislodged his cock from the warm haven of her cunt. Leandre wanted to keep her right where she was. He didn’t like the embarrassed flush filling her cheeks.

  Sebastien lifted the robe from the floor and held it in his hands. “Not on my account, Caresse. Please don’t be embarrassed by your passion. I thought you were exquisite, and I wish I was the man lucky enough to be with you.” His tone held a hint of the strain he must be feeling.

  She paused in reaching out for the robe, the sheet clutched to her chest, uncertainty in her eyes. Leandre kept his hands to himself, determined to not use the touch of the tangere to reassure her. This pivotal moment was one she’d been destined for, and the decision was hers alone.

  He’d never harm you, wants only to earn your trust. You haven’t left his thoughts since he first laid eyes on you. What you will is what you can have.

  She dropped the sheet, and this time, she wasn’t reaching for the robe. She was reaching for Sebastien.

  He and Sebastien were close, but they’d never shared a mental link like the one he had with his family members and with Caresse. Perhaps she was unconsciously helping to forge a link between them because his cousin’s relief was palpable as he closed the distance between them.

  “Thank you for your trust, Caresse. It’s a gift.”

  Even kneeling on the edge of the bed, facing him, she still had to look up at him as she cautiously laid her hands on his biceps. “Trusting you feels…right. You don’t think this is odd? I mean…I assume you just saw me making love with another man, and you didn’t withdraw?”

  “Not just any man, love,” Sebastien said as he brushed a lock of hair back over her shoulder. “Leandre
is my best friend, besides my cousin. I felt many things, watching him take care of you and satisfy you, but wanting to withdraw wasn’t one of them. A slight amount of envy, perhaps,” he murmured as she slid her hands down the front of his coat. “But not jealousy. Sharing a spouse is common in Plaisir D’Or’s history, especially in the royal family.”

  Leandre found the furrow that instantly formed between Caresse’s eyebrows charming. “Sharing? Or swinging?”

  Sebastien glanced at him for assistance, obviously unfamiliar with that slang term. Leandre knew it because of his time spent in her world observing her progress. Not because of her behavior, which had always been circumspect, but he just had a natural curiosity for the pop culture of her world.

  Leandre said, “No. Not swinging. We’d share you with each other, but never with anyone else. And we’d never be casual about making love to you.”

  Her gaze showed her confusion at what they were trying to tell her, and he was torn between wanting to watch her play with Sebastien and taking the time to answer an entire lifetime’s worth of questions.

  “We have answers to all of your questions,” he said in reassurance.

  Sebastien quirked an eyebrow at him over her head as if to say, we do?

  Yes, we do. He nodded at the crown prince.

  Evidently, his self-confidence communicated itself through the link he shared with her because Caresse nodded once and then smiled up at Sebastien.

  “Can I help with this?” she asked as she stroked his cock through his clothing.

  Gentlemanly decorum warred with pure lust in Sebastien’s expression as he groaned at her teasing touch. Leandre hid his chuckle as his cousin’s chivalrous nature battled a desire he couldn’t blame him for having. She was irresistible.

  A giggle escaped her when he drew close behind her and rubbed his front, including his enlivened cock, against her deliciously round butt cheeks, imagining a time when he would possess her just as thoroughly in that delicate passage. She looked behind her, saw the willing soldier, and said, “Well, you bounced back fast, didn’t you?”

  “Fae also have impeccable refractory abilities.” I could fuck you all night if that’s what you wanted.

  Oh big boy, you’re getting me so hot.

  He chuckled to himself, wondering if she said that to herself or to him. Either way, he didn’t reply for fear of distracting her from the pleasure that was about to be had.

  The sound of stomping on the landing brought their tryst to an untimely end.

  “Someone is coming,” Leandre whispered as he hastily bundled her under the sheets and comforter and hopped on top of the comforter beside her. He waved Sebastien out of sight, swallowing a snort when Sebastien tumbled backward and hit the floor with a thump. Leandre shifted to his tangere form and did his best to look adorable and, more importantly, asleep.

  The doorknob rattled, and he remembered to douse the candles, casting the room in shadow, right before the door swung wide. The bitch didn’t even have the courtesy to knock.

  “Caresse,” Desdemona called out in a cross tone. “Didn’t you hear us arrive? You should’ve been downstairs, waiting to assist us. Now, get your lazy ass out of bed and come help the girls out of their ball gowns. We’re absolutely exhausted.” Desdemona squinted and cast a suspicious look around the room. “Wait…where did all of this come from?”

  Leandre raised his head, blinking innocently at the evil shrew as Caresse did a magnificent job of somnolent confusion. “What?”

  “You know exactly what I’m talking about! Who told you that you could fit this room out like this?” She raised her candle high and squinted obliquely around the cozy room.

  “You did, madame,” Caresse said with a yawn and a grateful squeeze to Leandre.

  “Well, I never intended—”

  “Mommy!” one of the daughters screeched from downstairs.

  “Never mind. We’ll discuss it later. And why is that filthy animal on your bed? I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. Just remember if you lay down with dogs you get up with fleas.”

  Lick my ass, Madame de Rochambard.

  He broadcast it loud and clear but felt guilty when Caresse suddenly had a coughing fit to cover up the urge to laugh.

  “Mmmhmm! It would serve you right if he’s made you ill. I run a tight ship, so don’t think I’ll go easy on you. Now get down to the girls’ suite. They need your help with all their laces and buttons.”

  “Yes, madame,” she murmured. She looked under the covers and said a silent thank you as she realized he’d also clothed her in a perfectly respectable night shift.

  Desdemona took one last myopic inspection of the room, frowned at him, and then stalked out, slamming the door behind her. Through the door, she yelled, “Don’t you dare keep them waiting! They need their beauty sleep!”

  They’d need a coma to get the job done.

  Caresse paused and looked back at him as if he’d said it out loud and then crawled to look over the side of the bed.

  “Well, what do we have here?” Reaching over, she lifted Sebastien’s tangere form, a furry creature similar to Leandre, onto the bed. He was similar in body structure but possessed long upright ears, glowing blue eyes, and a silky black coat with white paws, belly, and white-tipped tail.

  She giggled and was busy scratching under his chin when Sebastien suddenly reappeared, startling her. He took Caresse’s hands. “Don’t keep Desdemona waiting, Caresse. As much as I don’t want you to leave right now, I know what she’s like when she’s angered. I don’t want you to taste her vengeance because of us.”

  “He’s right, love,” Leandre said once he’d shifted back, as well, lying along her side. “With Charles out of town for the moment, she has the power to make your life miserable. We don’t want that.” The next two days couldn’t pass soon enough for him.

  She dressed in a hurry and was out the door a few moments later.

  Disappointment plain on his face, Sebastien sat with his back resting against the headboard. “What did you want to tell me?”

  With great satisfaction, Leandre walked to the collection of sheet-draped furniture, trunks, crates, and artwork. From amongst them, he pulled out a carefully wrapped painting and returned to the bed with it.

  With a wave of his hand, he increased the light from the candles so that Sebastien could see clearly. Placing the painting on its edge, he pulled back the covering.

  “I have a story to tell you…”

  Chapter Seven

  Sebastien and Leandre had been right. Even though Caresse hadn’t kept Desdemona waiting longer than it had taken to dress and kiss both men goodbye—an act she’d have to ponder later—Desdemona had still let her wrath be known.

  The easy part, at least in retrospect, was assisting the girls in getting undressed. Of course putting it that way assumed that Poutina and Niebleht were in some small way helpful in the process. They weren’t. Instead they’d sat before their vanities, rhapsodizing about their success in spending time with the crown prince.

  Caresse knew it was all for show and one-upmanship as they tried to outdo each other with regard to how much of Sebastien’s attention they’d actually gained. Desdemona had raised a pair of big fat liars.

  Poutina pouted as Caresse removed her hairpins for her. “You can undo my hair later! For now, get me out of this corset!”

  Over the next several minutes, she worked until her fingers alternated between numb and sore, freeing corset laces and releasing hundreds of buttons. She really missed zippers.

  To distract them from their obnoxious tale bearing, Caresse asked, “Were you more comfortable in the corset and ball gown after I adjusted it, Poutina?”

  “Why yes! One must be on one’s toes to track a prince, and I was able to do just that! But don’t pat yourself on the back too much, girl, because my nipples kept popping out of my dress!”

  Niebleht sneered at her sister. “Mayhap if you hadn’t eaten seven pork pastries your tits might’ve had room in y
our top. I think you let them bounce out on purpose since you were monopolizing all of Sebastien’s attention. They practically hit him in the face.”

  What the fuck? “I’m sure it wasn’t as bad as all that…was it?”

  Niebleht scoffed, an ugly, phlegmy sound. “She could’ve practically breastfed the poor prince. He had her body powder on the end of his nose the next I saw him!”

  Poutina giggled and hid a coquettish simper behind her fan. “Sebastien is deliciously warm, I tell you.”

  “You’re just selfish!” Niebleht screeched, slamming her silver hairbrush down on her vanity, making all the cosmetic pots and jars jump. Caresse placed a hot cloth on her face to soften the layers of makeup and powder.

  Relenting from her bragging, Poutina waved her fan at Niebleht and said, “Sister, I’m just doing my best, same as you. Why…if we worked together to captivate Sebastien with our charms, we could share him!”

  Niebleht’s voice was muffled behind the damp cloth. “You’d do that? Truly?”

  “No!” Poutina snickered. “As if! You know you’d never share him with me, so you can’t be offended by my teasing.”

  Fantasizing about smothering Poutina with the hot cloth she placed over her face, Caresse indulged in a full sneer. They’d wear poor Sebastien down to a nub after one night of sharing him. Caresse was big enough to admit she was jealous over Poutina’s enjoyment that Leandre, substituting for Sebastien, had somehow had his face smashed into her bosom.

  A memory eased her mind, of how Leandre had enjoyed playing with her breasts and inhaling and licking at her cleavage. He liked her breasts for sure.

  Oui…nom, nom, nom.

  She looked behind her at the door, wondering where that purely male vocalization had come from, but she didn’t hear anything else.

  “Caresse! Hello!” Niebleht shouted before slapping her on the hand to get her attention, startling her. “I said I’m ready for you to put my cold cream on.”

  Can I also chew your food for you? And after you go to the privy I can wipe your butt!

  She heard a snort of amusement and thought for sure one of the footmen or male house servants must be listening at the door. But no! She was sure she’d kept that thought to herself.