“Arlo,” I said softly, turning my attention back to my third Lord, “complete the oath. I need to know you're sure.”
Also, the magic needed to know he was sure. It simply wouldn't work if he weren't invested in this decision with his whole heart.
Arlo's glittering emerald eyes held mine, and he spoke without hesitation. “Veil Keeper. My body, my soul, my life, my heart; these I offer up to you freely and un-coerced. Will you accept my pledge as your Lord of Spring?”
“Arlo,” I breathed his name, “a pledge freely given I humbly accept. Let it be known, my Lord of Spring has been appointed.”
This time when the magic snapped out of me, an almost overwhelming rush of euphoria hit me and I staggered. I would have fallen too, if not for Arlo's strong hand on my waist, steadying me while I blinked away the dark spots from my vision and rolled my shoulders.
My wings flexed and stretched, spreading wide before settling once more against my back and I sighed blissfully as I surveyed my three Lords. My knights. Sworn to guard me with their very beings until the end of our combined existence.
Inside my broken mind, Gràinne sobbed with joy, her love and hope flooding my body as a small smile curved my lips. The ritual was not yet complete …
“Reece,” I prompted, and he needed no further encouragement.
Rising to his feet, he slipped one huge hand into my dark hair, cupping the back of my head and pulling my face to his. As our lips touched together, his magic flared to life between us and I groaned.
My nipples tightened, straining against the thin fabric of my top, and I pushed my body against Reece as our tongues danced with one another, spurred on by the raucous cheers radiating from the clubhouse. We had spectators, as was the way of our kind.
The appointment of a Lord was a joyous occasion, and the completion of that ritual was a glorious thing to behold. I couldn't have denied my people the honor of watching. Instead, I owed them a damn good show.
Reece needed no guidance, dia gnéas that he was. His fingers tugged firmly at the fabric ties which held my halter top to my body, freeing my naked breasts and palming them in his rough hands.
“Ma déesse,” he groaned, rolling my hardened nipples between thumb and forefingers before dipping his face to kiss me once more. His kiss wasn't possessive nor wild, it was worshipful.
The black pencil skirt I wore was embellished with a gold zipper, running the entire way from waist to knee, and given how tight it was I'd opted to go sans underwear. Thus, with a deft movement of Reece's fingers, the fabric dropped away from my body, leaving me totally naked except for my four inch stiletto heels and my glorious, glittering wings.
To my left, Killian whispered under his breath in French, while to my right Arlo’s eyes burned laser-like patterns as they trailed across my skin, but my attention was solely on Reece. For now. Their turns would come, as was required to complete the magic of the bond.
“Reece.” I pushed him back a couple of steps toward the old wooden picnic table sitting on the side of the dock.“Pants. Now.”
Given his hands were already at work unbuckling his belt, I really hadn't needed to say anything, but after so much tender emotion from their pledges, it felt good to reassert my dominance.
Reece's big beautiful penis had barely been freed from the denim confines of his pants before I pushed him to sit on the bench, not bothering to strip him any further before taking what I needed from him.
Placing my knee on the bench beside his hip, I balanced my hands on his shoulders, bringing my other knee up so that I straddled his waist. My wet heat pressed against the rigid length of his shaft and his lips captured mine once more in a kiss of worship.
Ever the gentleman, Reece's calloused palms slid around my waist, lifting me slightly and allowing me room to reach between us and line the head of his cock up to my opening.
No foreplay was needed. Not during a ritual like this and certainly not with the god of sex radiating his magic over me. My cunt was already wet and throbbing, begging to be filled and I wasn't about to wait a second longer.
“Fuck me runnin', Ciarah,” Reece gasped as I pushed down firmly onto him, sliding him inside me inch by inch until my bare ass touched his denim clad thighs and I was full.
The sensation was exquisite, and knowing he had just pledged his very soul to bond with mine made the experience so much sweeter. Words could do no justice so instead I moaned, sealing my mouth back to his and beginning to move.
Starting slowly, I slid up and down on his rock-hard length, letting my pussy stretch to accommodate his size while grinding my clit against him at the end of every downward thrust. Memories or not, I was secure in the knowledge that I knew how to work this body, and I intended to work it.
Reece's hands held tight to my waist, moving with me and urging me faster, just as his hips rode up from the bench seat to meet me thrust for thrust. It wasn't long until I gave over to his subtle cues and began riding him hard and fast.
“Oh for the love of the Veil,” Reece panted, sucking my lower lip back into his mouth and delivering a nip. Near us, I could hear the slightly heavier breathing of my two other Lords as they stood and watched, waiting patiently for their own turn.
The Wild Hunt clubhouse party was raging again, the sounds of cheers and laughter spilling out to us, but I wasn't in the least bit surprised that when I looked over Reece's shoulder, I found Rafe's bloodred eyes glued to me.
Amelie stood to his left, a bemused smile on her face as she watched me pleasure both myself and my Autumn Lord, but to Rafe's right, his beta glared with a thinly veiled hatred that sent a shiver down my spine.
I didn't have time for such a nonsense, so with a simple flick of my fingers in Marcel's direction, I blinded him with a temporary glamour and heard him howl in wild rage. One would think I'd fucking gouged his eyes from his skull … like what'd once happened to me.
My throat clenched with remembered pain, but I used the savage pleasure between my legs to push it back into the shadows of memory. I knew in my heart I wasn't going to be able to recall the memories I needed without absorbing the ones I did not. It was a price I was going to have to pay, whether I liked it or not.
Fortunately, sex was not tainted for me. My captors … whatever they were, were too alien, too foreign to get off on rape. They did their best, with hot iron between my thighs, by castrating me, rending my flesh until it hung in ribbons. But they didn't have either the will, the knowledge, or the equipment to take me against my will for sexual gratification. Certainly, if I'd ever let on how much that would hurt me, they would have found someone to do it.
Instead … they did other things.
But at least for now, I could find salvation in sex, here with Reece in the silver moonlight with fireflies and will-o-the-wisps flitting around my head. I could curl my arms around his neck and press my cheek against the stubbled surface of his, feel his warmth sink into me—both literally and figuratively—and breathe in the crisp autumn scent that clung to his skin.
My fingers curled into Reece's bloodred hair as his cock sunk deeply into me, igniting the fire in my belly, the raging heat that coiled inside of me and begged for release. When I let it go, though, the whole world would know. Every insect, each flapping bird, each grunting gator … The Veil Keeper was as much a part of the natural world as the sun or the moon, the earth itself, the stars above.
Rafe caught my gaze one last time before I turned away and ran my tongue across my lower lip, letting Reece cup the back of my head and pull me in for another kiss. His beautiful gold skin shimmered in the dim light leaking from the club, a beautiful complement to the pale blue color of my own. Without my glamour, I was an exercise in cool colors, jewel tones. A streak of turquoise in my dark hair, wings of purple and silver, skin the color of a stormy sky just before the clouds clear away.
Reece and I danced an ancient dance with our bodies, the sounds we made mixing with the whispers of the bayou and turning the entire night into a br
illiant symphony of sex and revelry.
This feels like home, the old whispers inside of me crooned.
This feels like a fucking frat party, Ciarah replied snarkily, but I wasn't just either of those women anymore—I was both. And really this was nothing like else.
In court, our sex would be empty and frivolous.
In a party, our sex would be bland and clumsy.
Here … it was transcendent.
“Don't try to impress me now,” I whispered in Reece's ear and he chuckled, the deep warmth of his voice radiating through me and making me groan. He had a voice to match his heart—endless and full of possibility. Yes, I could tell that Reece was the type to have many lovers—well, at least he used to be because I wouldn't allow that anymore—but that's because he was brimming with emotion. He had so much to give. I wasn't sure that I'd met a man in either life with such a well of feeling buried inside.
I quite liked him.
Oh, I totally have a fucking crush, I thought as I bit my lip, flipping between my two brains. Half of my being was taken up by a nineteen year old girl with a snarky attitude. The other half was an ancient goddess who wasn't used to being told no. In between, there were five dark years that made my stomach turn over.
“Finish yourself,” I growled in Reece's ear but he just laughed again, lifting me up and making me yelp in surprise. I did not like the feeling of him pulling out, leaving me empty and cold.
“Bend over dere, girl, and Ol' Reece will do exactly what you want, you.”
“Quit showing off, you Cajun fuck,” Arlo growled, but Reece just threw his head back and laughed, the sound echoing off the water, scattering the fireflies and will-o-the-wisps. But they didn't stay gone for long. They were skittish, but there was nothing frightening about Reece, not right now.
In fact … his magic seemed to be seeping into the clubhouse. I could see naked bodies writhing together in pleasure as wolves and fae alike coupled in strange pairings. I wondered if they would regret what they were doing in the morning?
“If I put my all into dis, our poor little Veil Keeper would think you got a limp noodle in those slacks o' yours. Better hold back, me, or else you won't be able to please our girl here.” He laughed again as Arlo snarled, his green eyes flashing as I turned around and put my palms on the rough surface of the table, my knees on the bench.
Reece took his place behind me and curled his fingers around my hips, slowly sliding himself into me with an accompanying chuckle that made his cock feel like a vibrator. Cool air teased the swollen heat of my cunt as he took me again from behind, making my nails curl against the wood of the table, my wings curving back to tease his face.
My mountain of hair seemed to slide over my shoulders like a waterfall, tangling around my arms and hands as my breasts swung with the motion of Reece’s hips against my ass.
“Merde,” Killian cursed under his breath, his cool presence at odds with the bright and violent need coming from Arlo. And to think he’d only just made me cry. We were going to have an interesting relationship, him and me. I could already tell.
Reece took a handful of my too-long hair and pulled my head back, forcing me to arch my body in just such a way that his balls slapped my clit. My vision speckled with flecks of white, clouded with pleasure as the sex god let out a deep, guttural groan and spilled his hot seed inside of me.
When he pulled away this time, I almost choked.
I was in no way done.
“Fucker,” Arlo snarled, stepping up close to me. Our eyes caught as I glanced over my shoulder, but Killian stopped him with a palm to the chest.
“The ritual must be followed in order,” he said and I swear, it looked as if Arlo was going to kill the other man with his bare hands.
“You son of a bitch, you better be quick,” he snapped and Killian’s face … well, it was painted with a sinful smirk that was as cold as his hands when he placed them on my hips. I knew he was using his magic to turn them to ice, teasing my heated skin with a sharp temperature change. It was like he was waking up every nerve ending in my body.
“I’ll take as long as Le Gardien wants me to take,” he purred as Arlo curled his lip, crossing his inked arms over his broad chest and lifting his chin in defiance.
“Stop it,” I snapped, tossing my hair over my shoulder and turning my face toward them, “You'll get your turn Cernunnos, but the ritual must be followed in correct order. Killian, if you please?”
Killian threw a triumphant smirk at Arlo, who glowered and stepped back, barely.
“I'd be my absolute pleasure, mon chéri,” Killian responded, shifting his grip with his Arctic hands so that the tip of his scalding hot cock rubbed between my slick folds and teased at my clit.
The breath rushed out of me as my eyelids fluttered shut. My hands braced against the rough wood of the picnic table while my hips pressed backward, encouraging Kill to enter me. From what I could tell, Ciarah had never done something like this before, never fucked three men in such quick succession, but there was an air of familiarity to it. Doubtless, the previous souls of the Veil Keeper had done this and more, so it simply felt … natural. As natural as breathing, or flying.
My wings fluttered at the thought, and I knew I'd need to try it out. Later though, as the moonlight caught on the shimmering glitter of my newfound appendages and cast sparkling light out across the darkened bayou.
“So beautiful,” Killian murmured, trailing one frosty hand up my spine and then across the arterial support of my top wing segment. The incredible feeling of his fingers on my hyper-sensitive wings made me moan with arousal and I could feel my cunt flush with heat and damp once more.
“Kill,” I begged, “I want your cock.”
The echo of the words I'd spoken to him earlier was not lost on him, and he sucked a gasp. Repositioning his hands on my hips, he withdrew his teasing length from where he'd been rubbing at me, and then slammed into me with one smooth movement, all the way to the hilt.
Lord of Winter that he was, he'd changed the temperature of his cock to become cold. As cold as the cube of ice he'd slid inside me earlier when we'd had sex on Arlo's bed. The exquisite cold against the searing heat of my oversexed pussy made me climax instantly, screaming my release into the moonlit bayou.
Gentleman that he was, Killian waited me out while I writhed and moaned through the intense orgasm. His fingers held tight on my hips and his body coiled with tension as my muscles clenched and fluttered around his ice-cold shaft, the temperature so extreme it felt like it was burning me from the inside.
It was nothing even remotely like the burn of iron that I'd been impaled on so many times during captivity, this was something exhilarating, blissful and intoxicating and it was driving me wild.
This was pure sex, and I fucking loved it.
“Move, Kill,” I gasped, coming down from yet another wave of orgasm aftershock and pressing my ass back against him in desperation. This body was fae, it was immortal, pure magic and I knew I was only just getting started.
Killian did as I asked, sliding his dick out of me almost entirely before thrusting back in so deep I could feel him touch the end of me as his balls slapped against my clit. A startled gasp shocked out of me at this, my clitoris already so swollen and sensitive from the intense climax I'd just experienced, and I felt Killian chuckle.
“More,” I groaned, bending lower over the table until my nipples brushed against the rough wood.
“Ah, see now? Maybe Ol' Reece shouldn'a gone first, eh?” Reece chuckled from somewhere to my left.
Sweeping my long dark hair with its turquoise streak over to my other shoulder, I turned my face to look at him. He'd sat himself on the bench where I knelt, his pants still open and his long golden dick standing straight to attention in his firm grip while he watched Kill take me from behind.
“Ferme ta bouche, Reece,” Killian snarled, his fingers digging painfully into my hips—in a good way—as he picked up his pace. His frozen shaft pounded into me, an
d his balls slapped at my clit in a rhythm that made me moan in ecstasy as another intense orgasm began to build.
“Both of you shut up,” Arlo snapped, “and hurry the fuck up Kill. This isn't the time for your fancy ice moves and shit.”
Reece chuckled in a dark sort of way, reclining against the table beside me and meeting my feverish gaze with a grin. “Dat boy need a lesson or three in patience, no?”
I couldn't help myself, I grinned back. Arlo did need a lesson in patience and I greatly looked forward to being the one to teach him. Another night. For now, the magic required we all share in the pleasures of our flesh and it wouldn't be satisfied until all of us were spent.
Killian slipped a hand back up my spine, rubbing over the sensitive muscles of my wings to my upper back and then pushing me down until my upper body was pressed flat against the table top.
He bent over me, changing the angle of his cock, pounding into my burning hot pussy and planting his lips against the arch of my left wing.
“These wings,” he murmured, his lips sucking and kissing at the glittering skin, “are the most stunning I have ever seen on a fae this side of the Veil.”
Reece grunted something under his breath that sounded like agreement, but it made me realize, other than the sprites I had yet to see any other fae with wings. Did they not have them? Or did they simply choose to keep them hidden due to the nature of the human world?
I knew I held a scant ten percent or less of my memories, but even so I could hardly comprehend what a struggle it would be to keep my wings hidden permanently. They just felt too damn good to be out, to be able to stretch them and feel the light caress of the wind. Not to mention the incredible feeling of Killian's caresses … My wings contained so many nerve endings, they were even more of an erogenous zone than my nipples and damn near close to my cunt.
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