Chapter Seven
A soft knock at his front door snapped Colwyn out of his brooding. He’d paced around the living room who knew how many times at this point. A long walk would have been preferable if the temperature hadn’t taken another dive. Tempted to ignore whoever decided to bother him, he leaned against the wall in the hallway. He needed to figure out a way to fix this.
Aniela had filled him in on everything surrounding Holly’s arrival here when she came over earlier. He’d read the damn parchment and knew the story that Cris had told on the radio last week. It was an old Celtic tale that his mum used to tell him as a bedtime story. Never in his wildest dreams had he thought he would have the chance to save the faery in the story.
Whoever stood on the other side of his door knocked a bit harder. Still wasn’t very loud. It wouldn’t be Brand, because he would pound against the door until it shook. Perhaps it was a petite little faery out there wanting his attention.
He whipped open the door and was almost taken to the floor by an energetic bundle of woman. Her fresh summerlike scent calmed his aggravated senses. “What took you so long? It’s cold out there.”
His cock reacted the moment she launched herself into his arms. There wasn’t a single doubt in his mind that this enigmatic creature was meant for him. She was now and always would be his mate. No matter what it took he would figure out a way to keep her here with him.
She pressed a kiss against his cheek and he could feel how chilled her lips were. Wrapping his hands around her bottom, he pulled her up against him. Her legs wound around his waist and the nagging unease inside of him settled a bit. A small voice in his head wondered what happened to Brand, but he brushed it away for now. He and Holly could work on a plan and then they would all figure out how to keep Holly here. Nipping playfully against the side of her neck, he kissed her. “I can think of a couple ways to warm you up. Let’s get this door closed and I’ll show you.”
“It’s not just me.”
“Sorry?” She moved slightly and Colwyn looked over her shoulder. Relief washed over him when he saw Brand standing at the bottom of his porch steps. Both Brand’s hands were shoved in his pockets, clouds puffing from his breath.
“Close the door behind you before all the heat gets out.” Brand must have been uncertain of an invitation, because he bounded up the stairs as soon as Colwyn spoke.
“You are a clever faery,” Colwyn said, keeping his voice low as he carried Holly down the hallway.
She cupped his jaw with her hands and said, “I want you both, Colwyn. I can’t imagine living in this world without both of you. Can you accept that?”
He strode straight to his bedroom. He had a fireplace in there and knew it was the warmest place in the house. He couldn’t help but feel amazed at the woman in his arms. Hours of brooding, and she’d managed to get them all together in one room inside of a few minutes. He could hear Brand following behind them.
Uncertainty rang loud in Brand’s voice. “Shouldn’t we talk in the living room?” He stroked his hand down her body. She was wearing a bright red poncho with a gaudy Christmas tree on the front. It might be the ugliest thing he’d ever seen, but she looked so damn adorable in it. She’ll look even better out of it, too. Catching the poncho’s edge, he pulled it over her head. “Why do you still have so many clothes on?” As soon as her shirt lifted from her body it disappeared from his fingertips. “What the hell?”
“My clothes are simply another aspect of my glamour. They’re not real, remember?”
“Right, I forgot about that.” He reached over her shoulder and let his hand drift over the warm patch of air behind her. She shuddered and he did it again.
“What are you doing?” Brand stepped closer as if he wasn’t entirely certain if he should be here. Knowing that Brand watched him undress Holly added a layer of intimacy to the act. It was a sensation that Colwyn felt missing in every other sexual encounter he’d had in the last decade. He stroked his hand along the edge of her wing and nodded for Brand to come closer.
Their gazes met and he saw his relief and joy reflected in his friend’s expression. He smiled in return, and the dark ache that sat like a heavy cloak over his heart disintegrated. “Her wings are sensitive. Why don’t you let your entire glamour drop, princess?”
Brand came up behind her and mimicked the motions that Colwyn made.
“Because they will get in the way…oh, that feels so good.”
“Wow. If I concentrate, I can actually feel them.” Brand slid his fingers along what could be the top edge of one wing.
Colwyn palmed one of Holly’s breasts and lightly pinched her nipple through her shirt. “I mean the clothes, baby. I want to see you naked.”
“Oh, okay.”
Her clothes faded away as if they’d never existed. Her wings appeared and Colwyn watched as Brand’s eyes widened.
“Holy shit. I honestly had myself convinced that I was seeing things earlier.”
Holly glanced over her shoulder and smiled at Brand. “I like the way your hands feel on them.”
“Do you now?” Brand quickly got over his shock and lifted both hands to the muscles that ran along the top of her wings. Colwyn watched in fascination as her nipples tightened into little nubs as Brand stroked along her wings.
“Oh, that is giving me little bumps all over.” Holly’s eyes fluttered closed, her head leaning against her shoulders as they stroked her skin. Her breasts were perfect handfuls and he bent and flicked one of the raspberry tips with his tongue. Her skin felt like silk beneath his tongue. Following her sides, he traced a path along her skin to the soft curls between her legs. His fingers were coated her in cream in no time and she arched into his touch. She sounded like a little kitten with all the small mewing she made as he stroked her pussy.
Brand moved away from them and for a moment Colwyn worried that he didn’t want to go through with this. Glancing over he saw Brand arrange the pillows on the bed and pull the comforter back. Colwyn wrapped his arm around her waist, lifted her off the floor, and walked toward the bed.
“Lay down, princess.”
Her wings shimmered and then disappeared again as Colwyn eased Holly back onto a nest of pillows that Brand created. It put her at a beautiful angle. He pressed a kiss to the inside of her knee, knowing that Brand did the same to her other leg. They each kissed a path up her legs, arranging her to suit their needs as they moved up to her pussy. Each of them wrapped a hand around her calf and eased her legs apart, exposing her for their viewing pleasure. Fragrant cream coated her luscious folds and soft curls.
“That is simply beautiful,” Brand said as he stroked his fingers in a circular motion along Holly’s inner thigh.
“You’re right, and she tastes as sweet as maple syrup.”
Brand grinned and patted him on the shoulder. “I think you need to taste her again. I thought she was more like honey, myself.”
Colwyn returned Brand’s grin. “I better check to make certain.”
Holly lay there looking back and forth to each of them, a small frown on her rosebud lips. “I think you are both insane.”
They both laughed and moved to distract her completely. Colwyn ran his lips along the delicate skin of her inner thigh. Her luscious scent coated his tongue when he inhaled. He could almost taste her in the air. She was so sensitive that the moment he flicked the small bundle of nerves hidden behind those plush folds, she jerked up against his face.
“Easy, princess. We’ll get you there. No need to rush.” She moaned a response and he glanced up to see her reaction.
Brand had continued up her body and latched onto one of her breasts. Her fingers gripped Brand’s hair, pressing him against her breast. Her other hand tangled in Colwyn’s hair and pulled. He got the hint and concentrated on eating her to an incredible orgasm.
* * * *
Brand knew that he was the luckiest man alive. Standing outside in the cold, he’d had no idea how Colwyn was going to react to his presence. Holly h
ad insisted that he come. She’d said she needed them both and he wanted to repair his friendship with Colwyn. It was ironic, really. The one thing that tore their friendship apart was going to be what healed it.
He knew the moment that Colwyn told him not to let the heat out, all was forgiven. That was the kind of man Colwyn was. If he hadn’t wanted to mend their friendship then he would have shut the door in Brand’s face and that would have been the end of it.
Holly tugged at his hair, snapping him back to the present. This tiny woman amazed him. She looked so delicate but had withstood an amazing ordeal. Her delicate, innocent expression hid the most passionate woman he’d ever met. She wasn’t afraid to demand what she needed, and that included both he and Colwyn.
He gently pinched her nipple and then turned his attentions to the other one. He nipped and kissed the raspberry nub, enjoying the way it tightened into a hard bud beneath his tongue. She moaned and arched up against his touch.
Colwyn had her cunt parted and was feasting on her like a man starved. He watched for a moment and noted that there wasn’t a single shred of jealousy in his thoughts. He loved the way her hips jerked and the way her breath caught. His cock throbbed and ached, begging for attention.
Kissing his way up her body, Brand nipped at her ear before whispering, “That feels good, doesn’t it, Holly. Is Colwyn doing a good job of eating your pussy? I can smell you from here and my mouth is watering to taste you again.”
Holly’s gaze met his and his cock jumped at the look of passion in her eyes. It was as if she couldn’t completely focus on him and he loved that. He was starting to understand this woman and that she liked being told what was going to happen next. “You’re going to come so hard, sweetheart. Do you know what is going to happen after that?”
She jerked her head slightly, and he grinned down at her. “If you come nice and hard for Colwyn, I’ll flip you over and fuck you nice and hard.”
A whimper erupted from her throat as he pinched her nipples and claimed her mouth. He swept in and tasted her for himself. She met his passionate kiss with one of her own. Quivering in his arms, she tore her mouth away from his. Tilting her head back, she gasped for air and then cried out. Her body stiffened up, heels digging into the mattress, as she pressed her cunt against Colwyn’s face.
The voyeur in Brand loved watching her come apart. Her expression looked so beautifully tortured for a moment before it relaxed and she slumped against him.
“That was incredible,” Brand whispered and lightly kissed her shoulder.”
“You’re telling me.” Holly sighed and stretched out like a cat basking in a ray of sunshine. Everything about her appealed to Brand and he couldn’t wait any longer.
Taking advantage of her blissed-out state, both he and Colwyn stripped out of their clothes.
“You’re not going to sleep on us, are you, Holly?”
“Uh-um.” She sighed and stretched again. She rolled over onto her tummy and buried her face in to a pillow.
“We need to wake our girl up again.” Colwyn stretched out beside Holly and ran is fingers up her spine. She giggled against the pillow.
Brand crawled up the bed and cupped her hips with his hands. He tugged her up into a kneeling position, her swollen pussy completely bared for his viewing pleasure.
“Oh look at you all swollen and still so wet.” He brushed her plush lips with his knuckles and they came away covered in cream. He licked her juices from his fingers and her flavor caressed his tongue like a fine wine. His cock throbbed in agony, desperately needing to slip into her.
“If I recall correctly, you promised her a good fucking, Brand.” Colwyn lay stretched out along beside her, his hands tucked behind his head.
“I did, but I think you should be rewarded for all your hard work.” He lightly smacked Holly’s ass, not enough to sting but even that light touch left its mark. “Holly, why don’t you suck on Colwyn’s cock, and we’ll see which one of us can last the longest.”
Holly quickly shifted over Colwyn’s lap and licked at his cock. Colwyn looked up at Brand and grinned. “You’re on.”
Brand patted Holly’s swollen pussy and loved the whimpers she made in the back of her throat. Colwyn groaned in response as well, since his cock was deep in her throat. Brand grinned and lined his aching cock with her dripping entrance.
He pressed closer and it felt like her cunt tried to suck him in. Wrapped in damp, velvet heat, Brand knew he wouldn’t last long. Never had he felt this way with a woman. Everything about Holly was perfect, and he kept his strokes shallow. He rolled his hips in quick circles, only allowing the head of his cock into her. She pushed back, trying to take him deeper, and he fought the urge to pound his length into her. The moment he buried himself in her, he was lost.
She felt too good, too perfect.
Colwyn seemed to be having the same problem. His friend held Holly’s hair back with one hand while the other clutched the sheets in an iron grip.
Each short stroke Brand gave her made Holly whimper, and that in turn made Colwyn shudder. Having this kind of control fed a need Brand had buried for so many years. Now, it roared to the surface stealing his restraint.
Pulling back, Brand plunged his length into Holly’s wet depths. She screamed around Colwyn’s cock and pushed back against him. Brand grabbed her hips and tried to stay still, fighting the urge to plunder her sweet body. He dipped his thumb in her juices and painted a path to her ass. He circled her tight rosebud and she went still beneath him.
“That’s right, Holly,” he ground out from between clenched teeth. “We’re going to take this luscious ass of yours. One of us will be in your pussy and the other in your ass, sweetheart.”
He pulled more moisture up with his thumb and this time pressed against the tight muscles. She groaned and shuddered beneath him. “You like that idea don’t you?” Brand pressed his thumb against her anus and nearly came when it slipped past the tight muscles.
He rolled his hips and fucked her ass with his thumb. His balls pulled up painfully tight against his body and he could feel the familiar tingle at the base of his spine.
“Fuck! Yes, princess.” Colwyn groaned and shuddered as he came, jerking his cock up into Holly’s mouth. She sucked and didn’t miss a drop of his cum.
“Good girl,” Brand cooed at her. He gripped her hip with one hand and lunged against her, pumping the full length of his cock into her hungry depths. She squeezed him and held tight as he fucked her. He kept his thumb in her ass and that drove her wild. She bucked back against him and met his thrusts until he wasn’t certain who was riding who. All he knew is he couldn’t take any more.
Holly cried out and her cunt quivered around his length, hurtling him headfirst into the best orgasm of his life.
* * * *
Holly rolled to her side and snuggled up against Colwyn’s chest. Brand’s heavy weight lay against her back and she knew the leg pressed between hers was his. She was cocooned in a nest of love and tenderness. Flexing her fingers, she felt a soft pelt over them. Is there an animal in the bed? Her eyes snapped open, but it was Colwyn's pelt stretched over her and Brand. Love did have a physical interpretation, and she could feel it under her fingers. The crisp hairs brushed against her palm, but if she slipped her fingers underneath she could feel the incredible softness hidden under the surface, much like Colwyn himself.
“I love you, Holly.” Colwyn nuzzled the top of her head.
“I love you, too.” Brand pressed a kiss to the back of her neck. She slid her arm back over his large body. The words sat on the tip of her tongue, begging her to say them, but she knew she shouldn’t. She couldn’t bind herself to Colwyn and Brand like that, knowing that her time might be running out. This was a mating ritual with Selkies. They mated for life, and if she said the words back it would tie her to him forever.
She would have to leave them. Unlike the mating of wolves and large cats, the Selkies didn’t die when a mate did. It was their way, and why Selkies were of
ten looked at as tragic creatures. At least once she was gone Brand would still be here, and she could die knowing their friendship was intact.
Colwyn kissed her lightly, which seemed impossible given the strength of the man behind her. His strength hid a gentle soul that she knew she was completely safe with.
Brand shifted and rolled over so that he faced them.
The look on their faces warned her that neither of them missed her sidestepping the mating ritual.
That was the problem. She wasn’t entirely certain that the curse was broken, and she wouldn’t risk either of them until she knew.
Holly lay there, feeling Brand’s hand gliding up and down her arm. It slowed as sleep overtook him, and Colwyn’s grasp of her hand slackened when he drifted off. She closed her eyes and concentrated on not crying.
For a moment there, she pretended that she had a future with them and could allow herself to tell them how much she loved them. She rested her cheek against Brand’s chest and listened to his steady heartbeat. Colwyn’s breath caressed her shoulder, his hand rested over hers on Brand’s. It was the most perfect moment of her life.
To her horror, as she watched, her hand started to fade away.
No! Her mind screamed out, but she couldn’t form the words. Her body was sluggish, unresponsive, and yet her heart ached as if a sharp knife pierced it. Her thoughts scrambled as she tried to make sense of this. Why now? What did she do wrong? According to the parchment I had until Christmas to find love.
The only thing that could mean was that they didn’t really love her in return. But, I know they love me.
Maybe she had to accept the fact that she was never meant to escape her destiny and love had never been part of her future. At least she was able to feel its soul-deep warmth for a while. If only she could wake them, but it wouldn’t change anything. She would rather take this memory with her than any other. Better to let them sleep, and it would all be over by the time they woke.
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