Dark Glitter

by C. M. Stunich

  “Kill,” Arlo growled, sounding pained, and Killian chuckled.

  “Patience, my brother,” my Lord of Winter groaned as my walls tightened around him; another orgasm was close and we both knew it. “Our déesse is worth the wait, I promise you.”

  “Finish, Killian,” I urged, panting with need but wanting to hold off my climax until I could have Arlo inside me. “Come for me.”

  He needed no further encouragement; instead he bit down lightly on the sparkling skin of my wing and thrust deeply into me once, twice, and then a third time as his seed spurted hotly against my cervix.

  “Move,” Arlo commanded, and from the corner of my eye I saw him clap a heavy hand on Killian’s shoulder.

  Reece clicked his tongue, scolding Arlo's impatience even as he sat there working his cock with his hand, slick beads of pre-cum already glistening on his tip and his cheeks flushed with arousal. It made sense that he'd have such a quick refractory period though, what sort of dia gnéas would he be otherwise?

  Killian withdrew from my now very slick sheath and trailed gentle kisses down my spine, deliberately taking his sweet ass time and making Arlo wait. I almost laughed, but it just wasn't the time.

  Instead, I waited for Killian to move and flipped around to face Arlo with a slight smile. It was hard to pull off cheeky though, when all I really wanted to do was arch my back like a cat in heat and beg him to fuck me.

  “The magic is not particular as to how we … get our rocks off.”

  “Get our rocks off?” Arlo growled, nostrils flaring as he looked me over, sweaty and wanting, my tits exposed, my thighs clamped together against the wetness between them. I lounged on that bench seat, daring him to touch me. But he knew better than to force our interaction. “The fuck are you playing at woman?”

  “Respect,” Kill snarled from beside him. “Show some, fool.”

  Arlo ignored him, staring down at me with narrowed eyes.

  “This magic,” I continued, putting a palm on my belly and staring up at him. “It isn’t gender specific. It doesn’t judge.”

  “Meaning. What,” Arlo ground out as he glared at me.

  “It’s designed to work the way a person does—two bodies coming together to create pleasure. It isn’t specific to a cock in a pussy,” I challenged and Arlo made this sound in the back of his throat, like a wild animal. “As long as we both get off, it doesn’t matter how.”

  “You’re kidding me, right?” he asked, but I wasn’t. Not exactly. Mostly, I was trying to gauge his reaction. And … I did have something other than his cock in my pussy in mind. I just didn’t think he’d be opposed to my suggestion—so long as he kept his fucking temper long enough to hear it. “What do you want me to do, your majesty?”

  “I want you to get on your—” I barely got those words out before Arlo was dropping to his knees and pushing mine apart. With a gasp, I felt my head fall back, tucking my lower lip under my teeth as Arlo put his mouth to my wet cunt and licked it, with the other mens’ seed and all. This wasn’t actually what I had in mind. I’d expected protesting and a fit, but then I was going to invite him to fuck me … in the other aching opening between my legs.

  But this was … this was perfect.

  My fingers curved around the gleaming ivory of his horns, squeezing them in tight fists as he curled his big hands around my ass cheeks and gripped them mercilessly. The way he used his mouth was nothing short of savage and I loved it. It woke up every basic instinct I had inside of me, gave rise to this bestial feeling of possessiveness, this need to mate.

  Behind me, I felt my wings quiver, desperate to be touched. They seemed so fragile at first glance, but crushed against the picnic table, they didn’t hurt. It was like leaning back on my elbows. It made me realize how much force would be needed to rend them from my flesh …

  With a choking gasp, I grabbed a handful of Arlo’s hair—much as I was enjoying him between my thighs—and lifted his head.

  “Touch my wings,” I whispered, feeling tears threaten again. But I wasn’t about to cry a second time. No, not tonight. I’d found three of the four men I wanted as Lords and claimed them all in one night. This wasn’t an event I’d allow to be tainted by those years of darkness and torture. This was my night. “Touch them,” I said again, pushing his face away and rising to my feet.

  Arlo stood up, too, towering over me and smelling like the earth. I could breathe that scent in forever and never tire of it. It was a smell I wasn’t permitted in that never-ending darkness. The sweet bloom of fresh flowers, the easy muskiness of new shoots, the pungent whisper of decaying leaves. The place where I was held … it was a void. An endless blackness with no stars and no moon, just shadows without texture or meaning. And eyes. Glowing eyes. Mouths with no face.

  “Please,” I said again, and I felt that odd sense of fragility that neither Ciarah nor Gràinne truly understood. “Touch them.”

  “Goddess’ tits,” Arlo grunted, but he reached out and cupped my face in two big, warm hands. His teeth were clenched and he flicked his eyes away from mine. “You’re not the only damaged one here. I know what it’s like to be … scarred up and fucked up. So don’t think that has anything to do with why you piss me off so damn much.”

  He turned his gaze back to mine and the power in it … was breathtaking.

  “I’m just a fucking badass bitch,” I said and he raised both brows. “What? I am a modern woman … of sorts. I mean, in my previous life I was.” I sucked in a sharp breath as Arlo ran a thumb over my lower lip. “You’re just not used to having an alpha female in your life.”

  “Arlo ain’t used to having any female in his life, eh boy?”

  “Shut your fucking mouth, Reece,” Arlo snarled over at him, curling his lip back like an animal. “You have enough females for the both of us, you goddamn whore.”

  “I just love women, me,” he said, running his tongue over his lower lip and stroking his cock with sure, easy movements. “And it ain’t like you a vestal virgin. You just keep your cock warm and your heart cold is all. I get myself into trouble, yeah, because I don’t know how to separate the two.” He winked at me as Killian let out a small sigh and moved to sit on the bench on my other side.

  “And Killian?” I whispered, even though it was getting cold out and my body was wet and aching between my thighs. I wanted to know more about all three men, all their hopes and dreams and fears, their pasts, their pastimes, their habits.

  “Ah cher, done nobody know the answer to that,” Reece chuckled, but Arlo got this smirking expression on his face that made Killian go stiff.

  “You tell her about the time you got spelled by that witch? Spent a whole year as a woman and started fucking that wolf—”

  “I will kill you where you stand,” Kill purred, his voice ice-cold and full of shards.

  I was intrigued as hell now. That wolf? He couldn’t possibly be talking about Raphael, now could he? But also … maybe that explained why Killian was so good in bed? If he’d spent time as a woman, he’d know how a woman’s body worked. I liked that.

  “Now, what do you want, Veil Keeper, and let’s get this thing done?”

  The night was perfumed with sex and laughter as I looked up at Arlo’s face, curled my fingers around the back of his neck and stood up on my tip toes to kiss his warm mouth. His tongue slid against mine, wet and hungry, and he let out another bestial sound that made my skin ripple with goose bumps.

  “I was going to invite you into my ass,” I whispered and this time, it was his turn to shiver. “But maybe we should just keep going the way we've been going tonight and save that for another day.”

  “Either way, this is one command I won't fight,” Arlo said, his voice huskier and warmer than I'd ever heard it. “Tell me what you want.”

  “Just … I want to look at the bayou … and I want you to hold my wings while you make love to me.”

  “Make love?” Arlo asked, shaking his head. “Well, fuck. I'll see what I can do.” He took me by the
hand, his huge one engulfing mine with inked fingers as he pulled me over to the railing and took up a position behind me, leaning over and kissing the side of my neck. His stubbled jaw teased my smooth skin and made me bite my lip in pleasure. “Bend over, Veil Keeper, and let's do this.”

  I put my hands over the railing and stared out at the dancing fireflies, the twirling will-o-the-wisps. They made this soft sighing sound that I found as pleasant as music, and I closed my eyes as Arlo gripped my hips in his hands, bending down and spreading my ass cheeks wide. At first, I had no clue what he was doing, but then his hot tongue flicked out and teased across the sensitive nerve-endings in my ass.

  My lids flickered closed as I stared across the waters of the bayou and let Arlo tease me into a warm, weak-kneed frenzy. He might not be as gentle or careful as the other two men, but his mouth was hot and his tongue seemed to know exactly where to go to get me wet and warm and ready for him. When he stood back up, I was almost limp and curled fully around the railing.

  Sliding his palms across the surface of my wings, Arlo took hold of one in a tight fist and yanked it back like he would a handful of my hair. I expected the move to hurt, but in reality, it just felt good. Really good. Exquisite. I loved the pulling sensation between my skin and wings. I thought I wouldn't, that it might remind me too much of having them torn from my body, my flight and freedom stolen from me. But it only served to remind me that they were there, they were mine, and I could finally fight back. Freed from my shackles and my prison of darkness, I could figure out who had taken me and why.

  And I could kill them.

  With vengeance riding hot and hard in my blood, I growled out to Arlo, “now.”

  “Yes, mistress,” he said with a smirk in his voice. I couldn't see it, but I knew it was there. In that moment though, it wasn't important. Completing the ritual was. Feeling Arlo inside of me was.

  The Horned God teased me with the hot tip of his cock, rubbing it along my cunt and pushing in just enough to make me gasp before pulling away and slicking the full length of his shaft between my folds. Just when I was certain I was going to kill him, he pulled the edge of my wing to his face, kissed it with a certain level of reverence I hadn't expected, and then thrust into me.

  My body hummed with pleasure and I let out a small scream, scattering a few unfortunate night birds and making the will-o-the-wisps flicker through the air like shooting stars. It was a scream of pure ecstasy though and they soon quieted, leaving room for the grunting of gators and the slick slide of Arlo's body thrusting into mine.

  “'ey Meme, you leave them alone now, you.” Reece appeared on my right side, pants undone, but his cock tucked safely back into them, and then chucked a few marshmallows over the edge of the railing. The gator popped her head up, snapped them from the surface of the water and then glared at us with two round eyeballs above the surface, like we were disturbing her by being there. “Go away now, get on wit' ya.”

  I closed my eyes and felt a smile ripple across my face as Arlo grunted and moaned, clearly enjoying my body, our connection, even if he said I pissed him off. My breasts bounced with the motion as Kill took up my other side and both he and Reece watched as my body contracted, muscles fluttering naturally and locking down on Arlo, freezing himself with a snarl of primal rage.

  He exploded inside of me at the same time I felt my orgasm unfurl like the petals of a flower, opening up and unleashing a ripple of power that trailed the metaphorical surface of the world like a ripple on a lake.

  It was so wildly powerful, so raw and full of promise, that I knew they'd feel it, my captors. They'd feel it and they'd come for me again. But this time, I would be ready. This time, I had my knights, my lords, and nothing would stop me from taking my revenge.

  “First time I ever see you introduce a girl to your mama, you,” Reece chuckled as I swung myself off my bike and glanced over to see Killian helping Ciarah off of his. Behind us, Caley's rusty shit bucket of a car pulled up with a screech of old brakes, and I heard her car door slam as she got out.

  “Yeah, well.” I heaved a sigh, glancing up at the old plantation style house apprehensively. “First time I ever pledged my soul to a girl for all-time too, so …” I shrugged, trailing off as I scratched my chin.

  “I hear dat,” Reece agreed with a wry grin. “Still funny, d’ough.”

  “Shut up, Cajun, you won’t be laughing when your cock gets the message it's tied to one pussy for all eternity.” I snapped the words at him quietly, not wanting Ciarah to overhear me. In truth, I was surprised I was able to say those words at all, what with our inability to lie. Maybe it was just a strange enough metaphor that the magic got confused?

  “Is this where you grew up?” That one pussy in question sidled up beside me smelling like jasmine and sunshine, her curtain of dark hair offset by a green streak draped over her delicate shoulders.

  Christ. She'd have been a whole lot easier to deny if she'd been a troll. Not that I was so shallow I was only attracted to her because she was hot, although that certainly helped.

  No, what sealed the deal for me was when I saw her tough chick façade crack, and the haunted damage show in her tears. She said she didn't want me if all I cared for were her unbroken parts, but she didn't understand.

  “Sort of,” I grunted in reply, following her gaze up to my Mama's house. “I was about five when my blood-mama died. She was a wood-nymph and some asshole, a drunk tourist, accidentally set fire to her tree. Anyway, my Daddy had been seeing Linda on the pretty regular so after my blood-mama went up in smoke, he decided he needed a woman to raise me. So he set her up here, knocked her up with Caley, then clean disappeared off the face of the earth.”

  “So Linda is …” She blinked up at me with those stunning sapphire eyes and I needed to look away to keep from bending her over my damn bike and slamming my dick into her again.

  “His mama,” Reece replied for me, clapping a heavy hand on my shoulder and giving me a smirk. Of course that horny bastard knew exactly what I was thinking. “Or damn near as close as he's got.”

  “She's also going to tear him a new one for not telling her about you sooner,” Caley snickered, linking her arm into Ciarah's and tugging her toward the house with her.

  Shit. She wasn't wrong either. Mama was not going to be pleased.

  Despite being a former Willing Hunt—or rather, a clubwhore—my mama had a temper that could rival even the meanest of fae. She knew about our kind, how could she not? But she was human through and through. It made me love her all the more for having the nuts to live amongst us so long.

  “Arlo!” The woman who raised me hollered from the verandah as Caley dragged the Veil Keeper inside with her.

  Reece and Killian snickered, following the girls and leaving me to handle my mama alone. As usual. Linda had been known to give me and the boys an earful a time or two in the past and those two always seemed to disappear pretty damn quick.

  “Hi, Mama.” I tried to paste on my very best smile in the hope that she'd be so excited to see me she'd drop the angry act.

  No such luck, though, as I reached the top of the balcony steps and she grabbed me by the ear like I was five years old again.

  “Boy, you got some explaining to do,” she growled at me, yanking me along behind her into the kitchen. How she had the strength to do it, I could never work out. She was barely five foot two and weighed less than a wet cat but somehow she was able to tow me around by my ear like she were fae.

  “Goddamn it, that hurts, let me go!” I wasn't playing up for her ego; it really did hurt.

  “Well maybe you ought to think before you go messing around with the Keeper-damned Keeper without telling your damn mama, no?” She was mad as hell, I could tell, and I groaned when she let my ear go.

  “Mama, you're human,” I said defensively, rubbing at my ear as she glared at me with her hands on her hips. She'd dragged me into her kitchen but I could hear the others waiting in the sitting room.

  “So?” She s
cowled, despite knowing full-well she wasn't privy to fae business. The fact that she knew about us at all was more than most humans were permitted, and it was the reason why she'd been told to keep away from the clubhouse these past few days.

  I sighed heavily, again, and turned to start some coffee. I was tired and could seriously murder a cup of joe.

  “Mama, you're being childish. You know why you've been kept out of the loop. The Veil Keeper returning is big business for us fae, and everyone's magic has been going all kinds of screwy over it. Hell even my own glamour has been broken more times in the last few days than my entire life combined.” I pulled out some cups from her cupboard and then hunted her pantry for baked goods. Linda baked like a demon, and there were always some sweet treats to be found.

  “So what? I've seen you unglamoured before, boy. Don't forget who used to wipe your snotty nose and bandage your skinned knees.” There was a tightness to her mouth that said she knew she was being unreasonable but wasn't backing down.

  “Yeah, but what do you think would happen if you happened to see Donal, or hell even Fionn? They wouldn't take lightly to being seen by a human without their glamour. You really wanna test their kindness? Because let me tell you now, Mama, it wouldn't end well.” Turning back to her, I leaned my ass against the counter and folded my arms. “No, best you stay here out of trouble until this is all … over.”

  Over? What would over even look like? Does that mean the Veil restored and all the earthside fae allowed to return home? In which case, what happens to people like Caley? Half-human, half-fae, would she crossover or stay here?

  “Over,” my mama repeated with a scowl, “and then what? This girl takes you for herself and I never see you again?”

  There was a hitch in her voice that betrayed how upset she was feeling. She was one tough bitch normally—she had to be to live amongst The Wild Hunt MC for so many years—so this was as close as she really came to properly crying.

  “I don't know, Ma,” I groaned, wrapping her tiny frame in a hug. She practically disappeared under my arms she was so small, and I felt her shaking slightly with unshed tears. In all my years I was yet to see this tough little broad actually cry and I doubted it would start now.