A Touch of Fae

by J. M. Madden

  Alessandro dropped his cooler on the ground next to the path and watched Rory strip down. The expanse of his muscular back strained as he paused to swipe off first one shoe, then the other. He tossed them to the side with little care, too focused on getting into the spring.

  Alessandro couldn’t blame him. It had definitely been a stressful few days with the crisis at the company, and then Rory’s agitation that Violet hadn’t called them. They had been screwing like rabbits, but it only appeased the itch for so long. Actually Violet would taste pretty good to him right now as well.

  Once again his eyes flicked to the pavilion, but it was deserted.

  Rory rumbled in pleasure and Alessandro glanced over just in time to see his tight ass dip below the water. Rory dunked himself several times, swiping his hair back on his head, and moved to one of the positioned stones in the pool. It was unspoken that it was his favorite spot. It was where he gravitated to every time. The rock was just low enough that the water lapped at the tops of his shoulders. Alessandro tingled at the thought of joining him on that rock as he had many times before.

  Rory seemed to be waiting as well, because his eyes were glistening and he watched Alessandro like a hawk. Flushed, Alessandro began to strip. His dick stood out from his body, ready for whatever was to come.

  He stepped into the water and submerged, coming up directly in front of Rory. Their lips met with a clash and Alessandro forgot everything around him. He forgot the stress of the week, the issues at school, and the guilt he felt evading Rory’s looks. All was washed away with Rory’s kiss.

  Arms bulging, Rory pulled him onto his lap and Alessandro spread his legs to accommodate him. Rory was erect as well, flexing with every pump of blood to his groin area. Clamping his heels near Rory’s ass, Sandro aligned their flesh and began gliding smoothly. But they could only do this for so long before they both became inflamed. Rumbling beneath him warned him that Rory was reaching his limit, and the finger teasing at his ass told him how he wanted it. Rory pulled away and looked at Alessandro with love in his eyes. “Turn around, baby.”

  Sandro didn’t need to be told twice. Pushing himself away from Rory, he turned in the water and kicked back toward him. Strong, gentle hands grasped him at his waist and settled him onto his lap, and Rory’s dick settled between his butt cheeks. Those strong hands moved to his hips, and clamped them to his own, gliding fiercely in the moisture around them. Sandro stroked his own dick from tip to base and knew it would take very little to get him off. Resting his head back against Rory’s chest, he turned his face into his neck and nibbled. Rory turned his lips to Sandro’s even as one hand maneuvered his body to penetrate. Sandro moaned as Rory seated himself inside his body.

  “Dios mio,” he whispered into Rory’s lips. “So good.”

  Rory retreated slowly then surged again, going even deeper than before. Sandro felt the tickle on his prostrate and gasped against Rory’s neck. All was forgotten as he let himself feel Rory sliding into him again and again. His eyes drifted shut as a firm hand found his cock.

  “Ohhh,” he groaned. “That is so good.”

  Chapter Nine

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  “MAY I JOIN you?”

  Sandro’s eyes fluttered open and he smiled. She had made it.

  Rory stiffened at his back, sudden tension making his hands quake.

  Violet stood at the edge of the pool, gloriously naked. She was posed, hip cocked, waiting for acknowledgement. Sandro felt Rory nod behind him and she stepped down into the pool. Her long hair was gathered at the side of her neck and her nipples pouted deliciously. She was the epitome of femininity.

  “Yes, she is,” Rory agreed.

  Sandro glanced at him. Had he said that out loud?

  Violet lowered herself into the water, wetting her hair, then stood up with her head tilted back and her breasts bouncing. With both hands she slicked her hair back on her head, arms upraised. Sandro felt Rory harden even more inside him and ground himself down.

  Violet was smiling and her hazel eyes twinkled as she took in Rory’s surprised expression. She shifted her gaze to Sandro. “He didn’t guess?”

  Shaking his head, he smiled.

  Rory angled around his shoulder enough to look him in the eye. “You knew she was coming and you didn’t tell me?”

  Hearing the aggravation in his rumbly voice, Sandro smiled gently. “I knew she was coming. I just didn’t know when.”

  Violet diffused the situation by stepping up to the two of them. She kissed Sandro lightly, teasingly, then turned to Rory. Opening her mouth on his, she requested entrance, lightly teasing his clamped lips with her tongue. “Don’t be mad,” she whispered.

  A hand whipped behind her head and Rory kissed her long and deep, allowing her no retreat. Not that Violet seemed to want any. She was as invested in the kiss as Rory. Sandro had never seen a more eloquent hello.

  Pulling back, she smiled at the two of them brilliantly. “I was watching from the woods and I couldn’t wait any longer. You two are beautiful. I wanted to be a part of it.”

  Rory growled deep in his chest. “Yes.”

  Violet needed no encouragement to step up onto the rock and straddle the two of them. Sandro reached up and steadied her with his hands even as Rory surged up into him from beneath, making him gasp. Dios mio, the feelings bombarding him were going to make him into a puddle of goo.

  Firming his jaw, he pushed his sentimentality to the side. He had a spread, beautiful woman in front of him and a rock-hard cock inside him.

  VIOLET BURIED HER hand in Alessandro’s hair as his lips teased at her pussy. His thumbs spread her flesh, allowing his clever tongue access to her bulging clit. Watching them make love in the water had been enough to make her cream and the blood flow to the area had made everything tingle. Sandro eased a finger up inside her and Violet was unable to contain a gasp. It felt so good.

  Too good, actually. Her legs were beginning to quake with the effort to stay spread this way.

  Sandro seemed to understand that she needed to come down. Pulling his mouth away from her skin, he smiled up at her devilishly, licking his lips. “Ambrosia,” he murmured.

  Once again cradling her hips in his hands and with Rory’s hands at her shoulders, he angled her body to lower down into the water. Hidden beneath the surface, his dick waited to impale her.

  “Oh god,” she gasped, letting her weight settle onto his erection completely. No, Sandro wasn’t built as hugely as Rory, but after six days of nothing he felt magnificent. And with Rory the immovable force behind him it was all she could do not to come immediately.

  Kissing Sandro lightly, then Rory, she reached her arms around them both in a gentle embrace. “I’ve missed you guys.”

  Rory’s blazing green eyes caught and held her own, and even though not a word was spoken Violet knew he more than missed her. He had craved her. As she had craved him. Heavy hands gripped her hips and she knew they were Rory’s from the size and strength and intensity. Pulling her groin down into Sandro’s, tighter, tighter, until she knew he was trying to reach her through Sandro’s body with his own. Planting her feet to either side of their hips she tried to stabilize herself over top of them, but he was too strong. Even being on the bottom Rory controlled every move of their dance.

  Looking away, she tried to gather her control but it was a nebulous thing. Water sloshed about them as Rory manipulated all three of their bodies, forcing them to scale that summit. Violet couldn’t help but gasp and arch back as Sandro squeezed her breasts, then leaned forward to seal his lips over her right nipple. Lighting crashed through her body as their movements combined into one suddenly-harmonious choreography. Breath held she let the climax wash over her.

  Sandro suddenly clutched her to him and yelled out, face contorted in frantic pleasure. He kissed up her neck as the spasms raced over him and forced her arms to her sides with his own.

  Rory was still pounding away from the bottom and Violet glanced up just in time to see his face
go slack with pleasure. His mouth opened in a soundless yell and his head tilted back against the wall of the pool.

  “Ah,” he groaned, “Goddess.”

  And Violet suddenly knew that that was what she was feeling, in addition to what they were physically doing. Magic was in the air, wringing out every speck of completion they had in their bodies. Their climaxes continued on, feeding off one another until they were all too tired to do anything. Collapsing, Violet leaned against Sandro’s smooth, wet chest. Sandro had tilted his head back to rest on Rory’s shoulder. And Rory held them all together.

  It was sublime, finally being in their arms. Doubts had chased her constantly all week, but her one brief call to Sandro had eased everything. The genuine joy in his voice and the reassurance that they missed her as much as she missed them was priceless. And it was enough to make her pack her bags and travel five hundred miles, leaving her shop and everyone she knew. Harold would watch the garage right now and they had decided this would be a trial run of whether or not he actually wanted to buy the shop. The angst that Violet had felt at the thought of the garage slipping away would not be so bad if she knew it was going to stay in the family. Because Harold was family, albeit adopted.

  Rory shifted his legs underneath him and Violet realized they must be very heavy on him. Yes, he was big and extraordinarily strong, but he had been supporting the three of them for the better part of fifteen minutes. Scrambling, she separated from Sandro and slid away into the water. Sandro also pulled away with a groan and stroked across the pool to join her. He wrapped his arms around her gently, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

  “I’m glad you came, bella. I was going to have to tie him down if you didn’t.”

  Violet snorted. “I don’t doubt it.”

  Pulling away, she opened her arms farther as Rory surged toward them through the water. The wake in the small pool was still enough to unbalance her. Then he was tugging her into his heavy arms, caging her against him as his mouth settled on hers. Violet moaned into his mouth. It tasted of welcome and joy. When he pulled back to grin down at her she couldn’t help but smile too.

  “You surprised me.” He looked up at Sandro and cupped him by the neck, pulling him in for a quick kiss. “You both surprised me. Thank you.”

  Tears glittered in his green on green eyes and she had to stroke his lean face. Sandro snugged them together and they stood swaying in the water, savoring the emotion of the moment.

  When something bumped against her shoulder Violet looked down at the water. Lapping around them in the slight wake were floating flowers. Not just one or two, but several.

  Violet gasped and cupped her hands beneath a few. They were at peak perfection and without even lowering her head she could smell their perfume on the water. She looked up into the night sky but couldn’t see where they came from. Tears came to her eyes and dripped into the pool. The sight was stunning.

  Alessandro looked as shocked as she did, but even more so.

  “I have never seen anything like this. Is it a blessing?”

  Rory nodded his head, smiling. “It is. Although I’ve never seen this kind of response. I think Faerie approves of the three of us being together. Especially here, at the spring. We had a similar response at Violet’s spring, but not so…enthusiastic.”

  Alessandro looked incredulous. The flowers had stopped falling, but they crowded gently around the three of them in the pool. He cupped some of the buds, looking at them for a long moment. When he looked back up, crushing insecurity marked his face and filled his eyes with tears. “I never expected…I’ve always accepted that you needed more than I could give you, but…” he trailed off, shaking his head and cleared his throat. “To be included in this, as part of this, humbles me. I love both of you so much but I have to admit I was a little envious of your connection.”

  Rory leaned forward, pressing a kiss to his tear-slicked lips. “I love you too, Alessandro. Now there’s no need to be envious.” He ruffled Alessandro’s thick hair. “I think you were just made an honorary member of the Fae Club. It’s never recognized you before, but I think we needed to be a unit.”

  Rory looked at Violet, his face sober. “And you are our third, sweet Violet. You made us reevaluate our lives together and you’ve brought a vitality we didn’t realize we needed. We were fine before. But we’re better now. Stronger. Love makes us stronger.”

  Alessandro nodded in agreement, pressing a kiss to her temple. “You’ve felled the mighty oak.”

  Violet wiped her tears from her cheeks, but they continued to fall. She hated the girly emotion, but she loved that they brought it out in her. “I never expected to be taken over so quickly or completely, but I wouldn’t change a thing. I fell in love with the dream of you years ago, but the reality is so much sweeter.”

  Rory lifted her whole body up with one arm to press a hard kiss to her lips. More hands wrapped around her, cocooning her in and sealing them together.

  A FEW DAYS later Violet tossed the dishtowel on the island and turned for the front door. Gravel crunched in the driveway, sending her heart racing and her feet flying. She flung the heavy oak panel open, beaming, only to be caught up short when she spied two tall men climbing out of a black Suburban. The tall, reddish haired passenger was dressed in a silky gray suit. He looked around the clearing curiously, clasping his hands in front of himself.

  Violet gasped as she was struck with a vision of him at her grandfather’s shop. The tall man had been arguing with Grandad and it had struck her as very strange because her grandfather never argued with anyone. There had been a lot of tension between them. She could see it from a distance. And Grandad had been shaking his head a lot, arms crossed. The tall man had said one last thing and her grandfather had gone off, waving his hands and telling the man he had to leave.

  Had that been real as well? Rory and Alessandro had turned out to be real.

  The second man to climb out of the car was just as tall but dressed more casually in Dockers and a suit jacket. He looked around the clearing as well then circled the car to stand attentively near the older man. As they looked across the driveway at her together, she got the very strong sense she was being evaluated. A tingle chased down her spine along with a wave of apprehension. If her grandfather had reacted so negatively he must have had reason.

  Her cell phone was in the house so she had no way of contacting the boys. She glanced at the clock on the wall in the foyer. Alessandro should be home any minute.

  The men walked up the shallow slate steps at the front of the house.

  “Can I help you?” she asked.

  The younger man gave her a courteous head bow. “My lady, I would like to introduce you to Elder Mathias Kendrick.”

  Violet recognized Rory’s last name. This must be his father. And now that he had stepped closer he looked like him as well, just more lean and severe. Why had her grandfather reacted so severely to Rory’s father years ago yet talked to Rory and Alessandro and if they were friends? “It’s a pleasure to meet you, sir.” Violet held out her hand but the older man didn’t respond, merely narrowed his gaze on her. She was about to draw it back when he reached out and gently clasped her fingers.

  Violet had thought that touching Rory was unique, but perhaps not. A sizzle of magic danced across her fingers. Not sexual. Definitely magic. The elder’s eyes widened with a flare of awareness and his green eyes, lined with a darker green so like Rory’s, narrowed in on her. Violet jerked away.

  The assistant took her hand smoothly. “And my name is Braeden. I assist the elder in all things.”

  She didn’t have the same response to his touch.

  “It’s a pleasure to meet you,” she murmured. “Rory isn’t home yet. Would you like to come in to wait on him?”

  Braeden bent at the waist in an appreciative bow. “If it would be no trouble.”

  Violet didn’t know if they cared if it was trouble or not. It was obvious Elder Kendrick expected to be catered to. He had already begun to ente
r the house.

  She escorted them to the living room. They declined refreshment so she sat down in the chair opposite of the two of them on the long couch. “Rory didn’t tell me you were coming. Is this a surprise visit?”

  Braeden smiled in conciliatory apology. “This was a spur of the moment decision. I pray we don’t inconvenience you too much.”

  The phrasing was curious, as if there was more to come. “You’re fine. Are you sure I can’t get you something to eat or drink?”

  Braeden shook his head. “Thank you, but no. The Elder has some questions for you.”

  Violet raised her brows in surprise but had no chance to respond.

  “Were your mother and father ever found?” Elder Kendrick asked.

  Her mouth dropped open and she bristled. “How do you know about my mother and father?”

  “I know about all Fae lineage. Did they ever return?”

  She shook her head, frowning. “No. I grew up with my grandfather.”

  “Keegan.”

  She blinked. “Yes. Keegan. I never knew my parents. Do you know where they went?”

  The elder shook his head. “No. We recorded the surge of wild magic at the node on the date of their disappearance, but no more. You showed no signs of the wild magic until my son met you, is that correct?”

  For some reason she felt like this was a trick question and that her answer held a lot of gravity. “That is correct.”

  The elder gave a single condescending nod, as if he had already known the answer.

  Her cell phone rang in the kitchen and Violet snatched onto the excuse to get out of their sight for a moment. She excused herself.

  “Hello?”

  “What the hell is going on? I can feel your anxiety spiking.”