by Willa Okati
“You want a list? You’d be surprised at how long it is.”
Killian chuckled. “I have a sure and certain feeling I would be, aye. Let’s leave myself out of the question. But what of Roan? He’s never done aught to get in trouble or harmed a single living soul, not so far as I’m aware.”
“You’re together. Odds are good he’s had his fingers in the same pies as you.”
“The client did not specify his personal capture?”
Damn. Incisive as ever. “I took the initiative.” Elizabeth tried changing the subject. “Roan, huh? Let’s talk about Roan, or better yet, why Roan isn’t talking. He’s pretty damn quiet in there. Is he playing mute, or does he just know his number is up?”
“Roan talks when it pleases him, Radiance. You’ve heard his voice yourself.”
“Call me Radiance one more time and I swear I will not be responsible for my actions.”
“So you attempt to make abundantly clear, Radia -- ach, forgive me; I meant Elizabeth.”
Sure he had. Elizabeth itched to reach for her gun, but took out the need for violence by picking sharply at a run in her pricey stockings, worrying at the widening hole in the whisper-thin silk. “Don’t try to distract me. Get back to Roan. He talks? Fine. Why isn’t he?”
“You would rather have both of us riddling you with words?”
Elizabeth shrugged. “Strikes me as suspicious that he doesn’t have anything to say at all.”
“He is otherwise occupied, Radiance. Hush, now, hush. I’ll call you whatsoever pleases me. I’m not fearing a gunshot wound. Besides which, I think you’ll remember me well enough to know you’d cause me no more than a moment’s discomfort with a bullet.”
“How about several bullets? Roan, I saw you dance with Killian. You’re either a hell of an actor or he means a lot to you. Why aren’t you jumping to his defense?”
“Because,” Killian answered silkily, “Roan’s mouth is otherwise occupied.”
Breaking the rule she’d set without thinking, Elizabeth looked up. Her lips parted, tongue coming out unconsciously to lick them. “Fuck,” she whispered.
“Oh, aye. And as you may notice, he’s very good.”
Elizabeth couldn’t figure why she hadn’t heard any telltale signs -- some damn Elf thing, more than likely -- but while she’d turned away from the men in the cage, Roan had gone to his knees in front of Killian, opened Killian’s trousers, and drawn out his cock. Thick and solid, gleaming with moisture, the organ filled Roan’s mouth as he bobbed back and forth.
The same spark of arousal Elizabeth had felt before, at the club, jolted through her stomach and down to her pussy. Her lips parted as she stared. God. Oh, God. That’s hot.
Killian stroked Roan’s platinum hair before giving the glossy locks a tug. He dealt Elizabeth a lazy smile. “Amazing what one can miss when they look away, isn’t it?”
Elizabeth shook her head mutely. Her pussy began seeping moisture again despite her mind knowing better. “This is a holding cell, not a love nest.”
“Is it? You know we’re only staying so long as staying pleases us, lass. Believe me, Elizabeth -- and if you think back on what you know of me, I suspect you will -- no cage forged by mortal means can keep my kind against their will.” Killian held Roan’s head still. His hips rocked back and forth as he thrust his cock into the blond’s mouth. Roan’s eyes drifted shut in an expression of bliss as he grasped Killian’s calves just below the knee, kneading the muscle there.
Elizabeth couldn’t take her eyes off the incredibly erotic sight of Killian’s cock surging in and out of Roan’s mouth, or the surges of ecstasy twisting Killian’s expression into beautiful ugliness.
She remembered -- God, way too long ago -- when she’d been in Roan’s place. Saliva gathered as a vivid memory of Killian’s taste tingled on her tongue, forcing her to swallow around a sudden knot in her throat.
Pretty smart, Elf-boy. Killian was playing dirty, trying to get her off her guard. She couldn’t allow him to get away with this. Every ounce of experience and common sense she had told her to take action.
Maybe not the kind of action a bounty hunter would usually take, though.
Elizabeth licked her lips again, imagining Killian fucking her own face instead of Roan’s. Tangy, bittersweet salt flavor, solid weight, gorgeous strong hands tangled in tresses of hair, utter surrender mixed with incomparable delight.
Killian groaned, tilting his head back in abandon. “Good. Oh, aye, he’s got a wonderful way about him when it comes to sucking a man off. I’ve only ever known one who came close to his skill.” He flickered a sly glance at Elizabeth. “Now, who could I be thinking of, do you suppose?”
Elizabeth’s pussy clenched, moisture beginning to spread out and dampen her silk-encased thighs. She tried to speak, but was unable to find the right words, or for that matter, any words at all. Her body dominated her brain far too easily, caught up in a quickly building blaze of hunger she’d thought long locked away in the past.
“Your cheeks are so beautiful when they go pink, Radiance, and it delights me to see you can still blush,” Killian crooned, slowing down his dick’s glides between Roan’s lips. “Are you remembering, now? Or had you not forgotten?” He gasped, struggling for control as Roan surged up to take more in. “Behave, you.”
Roan lifted his gaze to Killian’s face, more than likely sparkling with mischief.
“I haven’t forgotten,” she said, mouth dry with lust.
“Neither have I, Radiance.” Killian’s expression went hazy as he slowly fucked Roan’s mouth. “Many’s the night I’ve dreamed about the taste of your cream and the way you locked your thighs around my head when I lay between them. I’ve dreamed just as often about the sounds you made when you did what Roan is doing now. Such sweet, wild cries you’d give when you let yourself go.”
Beneath the tightly fitted bodice of her cocktail dress, Elizabeth’s nipples hardened into peaks. She caught herself reaching for one, to catch the nub between her fingers, to squeeze and tug, and forced her hand down into her lap -- where it decided it wanted to glide beneath the short hem of the dress and rub the swollen lips of her pussy.
“Give in,” Killian crooned, speeding up his thrusts. Roan moaned and took everything Killian had to give. “I know you, Elizabeth. I know what you feel. I could always read you, especially when no one else had a clue about your thoughts.”
Elizabeth’s breath came in ragged gasps. She burned. If she didn’t ease the pressure in her pussy soon, she’d explode. But to give Killian the satisfaction…
An idea struck her, one that almost made her laugh out loud. So Killian thought he was being all clever, using Roan to mess with her mind?
Two could play that game.
“You asked for it,” she said softly, reaching for the top of her dress where the black cloth strained over her cleavage. Tracing teasing circles on the swells of her breasts, she waited until Killian’s eyes were fixed on her before tugging the dress down.
“Midnight lace,” Killian whispered hoarsely, riveted to Elizabeth’s breasts, bare except for two black demi-cups, a bare excuse for a bra. “Dark as bruises on your fair skin. I’ve ached to lay eyes on your sweet tits once more. Will you…?”
Elizabeth kept her gaze fixed on Killian as she unclipped the bra’s front fastening and let it fall away, exposing her ample bust. Taking a mound in each hand, she squeezed and rolled their weight.
“More,” Killian breathed, his pumping hips drawing to a standstill, though his cock remained stuffed in Roan’s mouth. He licked his lips, staring at Elizabeth. “Don’t stop.”
“Not until I’m good and ready,” Elizabeth taunted, finally able to pinch and tug her nipples as she’d so wanted. She moaned and tossed her hair, partially laying it on extra-thick for Killian’s benefit, but mostly in sheer pleasure at the feel of hands on her needy flesh. Her pussy had soaked through the scrap of matching black lace she wore, clit throbbing between her nether lips.
; Should she…?
Yes.
Wicked, Elizabeth spread her legs wide as she could, letting the short skirt of her dress ride up, up, up, watching Killian’s pupils dilate with every inch higher the hem traveled. The cool air of the underground cell assaulted her heated flesh like the kiss of a ghost, phantom fingers and tongues flicking against the moisture dewing her pussy.
“Ohh…” Killian was riveted to the sight.
Elizabeth wasn’t done yet. She slipped a finger beneath each of the lacy tops of her thigh-high stockings and snapped them both to enjoy the sudden sting and to tantalize Killian’s senses.
He breathed faster, knotting his fists in Roan’s silvery hair. For his part, Roan dove back into action, cheeks hollowing and bulging as he took back the active role in his blow job.
Good. Let’s make him crazy.
The final move then, as much for her own need as to pay Killian back for his sexual torment. With a grin that felt like it belonged on a devil’s face, Elizabeth pushed her hand into the soaking black scrap of her panties, shoved two fingers into her pussy, and pinched her swollen, pulsating clit.
She bit back a scream as her orgasm exploded, sizzling spasms scorching paths through her pussy, down her legs, and deep in her stomach -- but she couldn’t stop herself from arching back and humping her hand, nor from working her clit again and again to keep the rapture going.
Killian didn’t manage to choke down his own yell of completion. Elizabeth struggled to focus on the man in her cage as his hips snapped forward, assaulting the ethereal rogue Roan with cock and come.
Their gazes met and locked at the peaks of their thrill ride, locking down and not letting go.
Elizabeth found herself struggling for air as her erotic convulsions ebbed to low tide, not going away completely but humming in every muscle, making her quiver with the need for more. She knew what was going on. She’d been this needy in the past, and only one man had ever managed to quench her body’s thirst.
“Damn you,” she whispered in admiration. “You’re just way too good at this.”
“Curse me if you want. Only come to me.” Killian unknotted one hand from the tangle he’d made of Roan’s hair and gripped a bar of his cage. “Don’t fight. I won’t hurt you, and I won’t run away, and neither will Roan. Open the cage and join us. You want to. It’s written on your face.”
“Ménage a trois time?” Elizabeth spread her legs wide. “Are you going to make it worth my while?”
“More than, lass. More than.” Killian reached for her, palm open. “Don’t think. Don’t fret. Come, Elizabeth. Come.”
Roan turned to look at Elizabeth though the curtain of his hair. “He isn’t lying, fair lady. He can’t lie to you. And so much as he wants you, and I want him, so do I want you.” He inhaled. “You smell sweeter than any woman ever.”
Elizabeth felt herself falling under the same old Elven spell. The magic caught her easily as the first time, winding strands around heart and soul and pussy, strands thin as spider-silk and strong as steel.
Hell. She always had been a sucker for Killian’s brand of magic.
Rising from her chair, Elizabeth got it together enough that her legs didn’t betray a post-orgasm shake on her way to the door of the cage. She keyed in the unlocking sequence and waited impatiently through seemingly endless seconds while the code processed.
“This is what you want, huh?” she asked, flicking a glance at Killian, then one at Roan. Mmm, he is pretty, isn’t he?
“Very much, and I’m about tired of playing games, Radiance. We both know why we’re really here.” Killian’s breath was warm on Elizabeth’s bared skin. “Open the door and let yourself in.”
The light blinked from red to green. Elizabeth seized the door to the cage and wrenched it open, flinging herself forward.
Killian was there to catch her, the familiar touch of his hands and the new thrill of Roan’s eager caresses touching off another blaze that threatened to swallow her whole.
He dragged Elizabeth roughly against his chest, trapping her with an arm behind her back. Roan molded his body along Elizabeth’s back, exotic and different, almost too much to handle. She stared up at Killian, lips parted.
“And so we finally meet again, my love,” Killian growled. “Truly, I had started to wonder if this day would come.”
As Roan nibbled the back of Elizabeth’s neck, Killian seized her mouth in a kiss. Elizabeth melted into his arms.
It’s about damn time.
Chapter Three
The kiss ended all too soon. Elizabeth whimpered when Killian pulled away, but hey, she still had Roan’s fan-fucking-tastic lips going to town on the hot spots on her neck, so it wasn’t all bad.
“Lass, bonny lass, my Radiance.” Killian touched his sensual lower lip with his thumb. “You’re sweeter than memory served me, and I thought my recollections were painted rosier than reality for want of having you in my arms again.”
“Better than you’d described, even,” Roan murmured against Elizabeth’s shoulder. “She tastes of peaches and cream.”
“Aye, and I know what sort of cream.”
“Addictive, it is.”
“Her flavor always has been thus, and ever will be so.”
“Radiance… no. No, not radiance. Radiance is Killian’s chosen name for you. As for me, I would call such a beautiful lady my starshine, if she were mine to say such things to.” Roan pressed the balls of his thumbs against Elizabeth’s pulse points. She inhaled sharply as his touch sparked off a shock of lust. “And you might not be yet, no, but I’m hoping you may yet be.”
Roan’s accent, rich with a deeper Irish lilt than Killian’s, lulled and hypnotized. His speech sent ripples of languid peace through Elizabeth, leaving her feeling drugged and floating happily.
Elven magic rocked.
“There,” Roan crooned. “I think now we can talk now, you and I.”
Elizabeth felt as if she were stroking underwater, lazy as a leaf drifting downstream, and her voice sounded slow as drizzling syrup when she spoke. “What do you want to talk about?”
“There’s the question, aye? And there are many answers, Starshine. I’ll be blunt. For a start, I want you with a might to equal Killian’s. You are the rarest and best of all the women in the world.”
“Me? I’m nothing special,” Elizabeth protested sluggishly.
“But you are. For Killian and I, you are the only woman in the world.”
“I don’t… understand.”
“Ah-ah, Starshine. We’ve been down this road a long time ago.” Killian placed a finger on Elizabeth’s lips. “You know better.”
“Reading my mind now?”
“None such,” Roan responded. “Your thoughts are your own, but they’re written clear as day across your pretty face. You know you are the only woman for Killian and I because you are the mate we have both been waiting for.”
“Mate?” Elizabeth scoffed, speaking around Roan’s finger. He tasted of Killian’s spicy skin and a hint of his own flavor, something that put her in mind of cinnamon incense. “Written in the stars and everything?”
“Aye, though not the stars of this world. You’ve seen time and again how two is company and three’s a perfect party. Do you not remember Ciara or her Ardal and Seanan? Sara or her Gent and Niall? Sara, I would think you’d remember most clearly, as she sent Killian to you. Sara sent you word not only that she was safe, but of many other things. Killian has told me.”
He pushed his thumb between her lips, stroking her teeth. Elizabeth moaned despite herself. God! He couldn’t have excited her more if he’d had his mouth fastened around her breast.
Roan withdrew his digit, thrusting it into his own mouth. He moaned in pleasure. “Ah, but you are so very sweet. More than once Killian has told me how good things were between you. The nights when he came to you and you welcomed him into your home and your bed. So good.” He moaned. “Can you blame me for wanting my own share?”
“Why?”
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“Because, as I’ve said, I love you too, Starshine. Hush, no questions. I’m telling you the truth, I am, so believe me or believe me not. But here, have a taste of proof.” Without asking, Roan simply took, leaning forward to place his mouth on Elizabeth’s. As their lips met, sizzles of electricity jolted all her nerves to life, thrilling beneath a force so powerful she realized vaguely she would never comprehend.
She’d felt the same way when Killian first kissed her.
He’d called the moment “magic.” She’d laughed, then. Before she’d realized he was telling the truth.
Was this the exact same spell?
Roan withdrew, drawing out a slow trace of her tongue with his own. “Sweeter than honey, even,” he murmured. “Call it enchantment, Elizabeth, not magic, if you must give this a name.”
Elizabeth couldn’t deny he spoke the truth. Before she and Killian alone had kissed, before they’d so much as touched hands, from the moment the doorbell dragged her out of bed to stand, blinking, at the larger-than-life man -- ha! No, Elf -- on her doorstep, the connection had been so there and so real.
“The chase went on for far too long for my liking this time, Elizabeth. I covered my tracks all too well. I knew you’d find me, but I grew so very tired of waiting. So I took a little initiative of my own…” Killian kissed her again himself, fleeting and sweet, with a hint of tongue hinting at deeper passions held, for the moment, in check.
“You set me up!” Realization struck. “You fed me the information that you’d be at the club, didn’t you? You played me!”
“Not badly at all, eh?”
“Bad form.” Elizabeth nipped Killian’s neck savagely, as if she were really angry, but having to choke down laughter.
“We never specified having to play fair in our little games.”
“Fine. So… want to tell me more about Blondie here? I haven’t checked his ears, but -- ah, thanks, pal -- apparently he’s an Elf too. So what’s the story?”
“Simple enough. Roan came to me for the sake of comfort after I lost your scent in the chase and retreated Under-hill to recoup,” Killian answered. “He took me by surprise, he did. Although I knew such things could happen -- they did with Ardal and Seanan, with Gent and Niall, and with certain others -- Roan took me unawares when he staked the same mate’s claim as you had on my heart. I found we were now three, but missing one. Though I enjoy our hide-and-seek games because you love them so, enough is enough, aye? We came to find you, to be whole again.”
