Enchanted Addictions: A Reverse Harem Fairy Romance (The Twilight Court Book 11)

by Amy Sumida

  Ugh, why did I go there? It summoned a picture of my father with Dryad branches around his.... nope, I wasn't going there either. Begone, Satan!

  “Mommy, are you coming home with Daddy and me?” Shahzadi demanded as she tried to climb up my leg.

  I picked her up, and she automatically folded her wings away—as in they vanished—so I could hold her easier. I snuggled her close and kissed her ebony cheek. Her scarlet hair was tangled as usual but still pretty, even with the bits of leaves and twigs snared within the locks. I picked out the debris and then met her emerald stare, its shade an exact match to mine.

  “I'm sorry, baby, but it's Rowan and Uncle Killian's turn with me,” I said. “But I'll see you right after that, in three days.”

  Shahzy pouted. “I want you to come home with us now!”

  “Shahzy,” I said sternly.

  “But I want—”

  “Do you want your sister to miss her time with me?” I demanded.

  My daughter sighed and looked over at Rowan's sweet face. Rowan smiled at Shahzadi from her perch in her father's arms. There were very few things that could diffuse a Shahzadi bomb when it was about to explode but Rowan was one of them. One look and Shahzy deflated.

  “Okay, Mommy. I'll see you soon,” Shahzy gave in.

  “Well, you don't have to leave right away.” I hugged her tightly before I set her down. “I think your sister and uncle would be willing to share me for the rest of the day.”

  “In fact, your uncle is going to take a nap so he would appreciate you and your father staying a bit,” Killian said before he pointedly yawned and set Rowan down.

  “Yay!” Shahzy and Rowan exclaimed and high-fived each other.

  I couldn't remember if it was Killian or me who had taught them the human gesture but Raza shook his head at it.

  I picked up Rowan next. “How's my baby snake?”

  Rowan grinned, her pale green reptilian eyes alight with love. “I'm good. Shahzy and I have been playing with the new toy castle Uncle Daxon sent me.”

  “I want one,” Shahzy said to her father.

  “We will see,” Raza said evasively.

  It was an improvement for him. Raza's go-to response for anything our daughter asked of him had been “yes” for years—even before Shahzy could speak. The girl would cry and her daddy would instantly pick her up. But I was slowly teaching him that giving in to her every demand was not good for any of us. Especially those of us who weren't Shahzy. I smiled at Raza in approval.

  “But, Daddy—” Shahzadi started to whine.

  Raza growled, low and deep. It tickled my skin and made Shahzy go still.

  “Okay,” Shahzadi whispered.

  My father chuckled. “How about some breakfast? You three must be hungry.”

  Killian had been making his way to the door but stopped in his tracks at those words and made an about-face. “I could eat.”

  “Big surprise.” I rolled my eyes and took a seat on the couch.

  My girls scrambled up beside me and Cat plopped down over my feet. I pulled them all close like a favorite blanket and sighed in bliss.

  “I'll have some food brought here.” My father went to the door to summon a servant.

  My husbands took seats on the other side of their daughters and my pleasure went up a few notches. It was wonderful when I had all of my family with me but there was something special about being with my girls and their fathers. The Beast Brothers and their spawn. The men looked even larger beside the little girls and it made me feel safe and so damn lucky. I had everything I could possibly want.

  I briefly thought of Drostan and his insistence that it was my duty as a queen to take consorts. What hogwash. I had given every kingdom in Fairy an heir and even the Fairy Undergrounds on Earth, all in one fell swoop. I doubted very much that anyone would think less of me for not taking yet another man into my bed and popping out more babies. If Fairy needed more heirs, I'd have them with my husbands, thank you very much. It's not as if they're limited to one child apiece.

  After that thought settled in my mind, I waited for Danu to say something. This was usually the point where she made her opinion known. She didn't. Danu had ceased being constantly in my mind and generally left me alone these days unless I called on her directly. And I didn't call on her. I know, perhaps it was cowardly of me, but if Danu didn't confirm what Drostan said—any of it—then I could keep denying it. For now, no news was good news. Besides, he didn't want me anymore.

  A gurgle in my belly told me two things: one, that I was hungry and two, that although I wasn't lying per se, I wasn't being entirely truthful with myself either. But my girls laughed at the sound of my empty stomach, and I pushed the second thing away. I didn't want another lover in my life and I certainly didn't want to go through childbirth again. Not yet. Maybe in the future, with one of my husbands, but not now. And not with Drostan.

  I was happy and I wanted to stay that way. But things seldom remain the same and that pesky premonition of mine tingled, telling me that my life was about to change yet again.

  A Special Look

  Keep reading for a special look into the next book in the Twilight Court Series:

  Dark Kiss

  Chapter One

  “Caelum!” I shouted as I ran after my son.

  “No!” Caelum shouted back. He headed for the stairs.

  “Don't you dare go down those stairs, young man!”

  “I don't wanna!” He ran down the stairs.

  “Caelum, you get your little naked butt back here right now!” I took the stairs two at a time and shot after my streaking son.

  Daxon's soldiers and servants pulled back, out of the way of the little prince, as they snickered. I glared at them as I gave chase, one hand clutching my son's pants.

  This was a new development and one that I admit shocked me. Caelum had decided to become a nudist. Not that he'd labeled himself, of course; he'd simply gotten tired of wearing clothes and decided they weren't for him. No amount of arguing could dissuade him from the notion that clothes were a choice and not mandatory. We'd tried buying him the most stylish outfits but that didn't work either. The pair of pants I currently held had cost fifty bucks—way too much money for a piece of clothing that used less than a yard of fabric and would be outgrown in a few months.

  Caelum headed for the French doors that led to the back garden.

  “Do not!” I shouted at him. “Danu damn it, Caelum, I'm going to burn your butt!”

  Someone opened the French doors with a flourish and stood in Caelum's path. This obstacle had hair in the deepest shade of blue, just as Caelum did, and a pair of hypnotizing blue eyes. His body was sleek like a predator cat and just as muscular. Indigo tattoos peeped out from beneath the rolled cuffs of his shirt.

  Daxon, my last husband—and by that I mean that out of my four husbands, I married him last—scooped up our son and stepped inside our home with him. Caelum shrieked like a wild thing, arching his back and trying to squirm out of his father's arms.

  “Cease this now!” Daxon yelled, his voice full of power.

  Daxon's mór—his main fey magic—is the Tromlaighe. The word means “nightmares” in Gaelic and those are precisely what Daxon can deliver. My husband can see into a person's head and pull out their deepest, darkest fears, then manifest them into a weapon. He can also enter a person's dreams while they're asleep but it was the power of fear that filled his voice now.

  “No!” Caelum shouted back.

  The air around us thickened and swirled. Night fell in a second and the sound of clicking claws and chittering teeth echoed through the darkness. Shivers went down my spine as a howl rent the air. Something boiled in the air to my left, drawing closer in a huge mass even though there was supposed to be a wall there. I knew those sounds and recognized that roiling cloud.

  “The Sluagh,” I whispered in horror.

  “Begone!” Daxon roared.

  Light returned, the horrifying sights and sounds vanished, an
d I was left staring at my son in shock. Caelum, in turn, stared up at his father with wide, purple eyes; the silver spokes of stars that laid over his irises were glowing. Their glow died as he began to tremble and then cry.

  “This has gone too far,” Daxon snarled as he went to the nearest couch and sat down.

  He shoved Caelum down across his knees and started to spank him. The crack of his hand on our son's behind resounded. Caelum flinched but it took a few seconds for it to register with him. Then he started to wail.

  “You will obey your parents,” Daxon declared. “And you will not use your magic again until you are properly trained.” He kept spanking Caelum until that tiny butt was red. Then he turned him around and hugged him. “I love you son, but you are sorely trying my patience.”

  Caelum's crying trickled down to a sniffling. “I'm sorry, Father.”

  “Good boy,” Daxon said and set him down. “Now, put on your pants, Caelum Tromlaighe,” Daxon's tone went proud and he grinned at Caelum when our son's eyes went wide in comprehension. “Yes, Son, you just came into your mór.” His expression went stern. “But it's shameful that you used it against your mother.”

  Caelum sniffed and looked at me. “I didn't mean too, Mommy.”

  “I know, baby.” I knelt down. “Come here.”

  Caelum ran into my arms and I cradled him against my chest as he cried again.

  “That spanking would have hurt a lot less if you'd been wearing pants,” I teased him and got a little giggle for it.

  Despite my light tone, I looked up at Daxon over Caelum's head and widened my eyes at him. Daxon grinned again. A fairy didn't have a surname until their mór was established and that mór wasn't always passed down by one of their parents. Daxon's mór was a particularly strong one, strong enough to hold a throne, and we'd both been hoping that Caelum would inherit it. I just hadn't realized what exactly that would mean for us as his parents. The term “nightmare child” had just taken on new meaning.

  If I hadn't been comforting my naked nightmare son, I would have groaned in misery, but Daxon couldn't stop smiling. Goddess help us.

  Grammar Giggles

  I only found one giggle this time, but I thought it was silly enough to be worth mentioning.

  Correct Line: “If you continue to ruin this moment between my wife and me, I will skin you alive, Bargest,” Raza declared casually.

  Giggle: “If you continue to ruin this moment between my wife and me, I will skill you alive, Bargest,” Raza declared casually.

  Writing is nearly impossible to do without making mistakes; we're all human. And editing can be even more difficult. Our minds fill in the correct words while we read and even professionals miss things. I hope these giggles help you view the errors in amusement and not irritation. We authors work hard to entertain you and all we want is for you to have a wonderful reading experience. So, please, laugh with me and even at me, but have mercy on my writing.

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  Amy Sumida is the Internationally Acclaimed author of the Award-Winning Godhunter Series, the fantasy paranormal Twilight Court Series, the Beyond the Godhunter Series, the music-oriented paranormal Spellsinger Series, the superhero Spectra Series, and several short stories. Her books have been translated into several languages, have won numerous awards, and are bestsellers. She believes in empowering women through her writing as well as providing everyone with a great escape from reality. Her stories are full of strong women and hot gods, shapeshifters, vampires, dragons, fairies, gargoyles... pretty much any type of supernatural, breathtakingly gorgeous man you can think of. Because why have normal when you could have paranormal?

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  Pronunciation Guide

  Aideen: Ay-deen

  Baobhan sith: Baa-vahn-she

  Beag: big(k)

  Bean-sidhe: ban-she

  Craos-Teine: Cr-oo-SH Teh-nay (Gaelic for a blazing red hot fire)

  Daxon Tromlaighe: Dack-son Trahm-lie-ya

  Dhoire: Doy-rah

  Diocail: JU-kel

  Drostan Dealan: Draw-stun JA-lan

  Duergar: Doo-ay-gahr

  Each-Uisge: Ech-oosh-kee-ya

  Eibhleann: Eve-lin

  Gradh: Grah

  Iseabal: Ish-bal

  Keir: Keer

  Latharna: LA-ur-na

  Lorcan: Lore-cawn

  Mo shíorghrá: Muh HEER-grah “my eternal love” in Gaelic.

  Moire: Moy-rah

  Mór: Mo-ore

  Nathair-sith: Nah-hith-she

  Nighean: Na-yee-in

  Rayetayah: Rah-yay-tah-yah

  Raza: Rah-zah

  Seelie: See-lee

  Seren: Sare-rin

  Sorcha: SORE-sha

  Taigh na a'Grian: Tie nah ah-gree-an

  Tiernan: Teer-nin

  Torquil: Tore-quill

  Uisdean: OOSH-jan

  Unseelie: Un-see-lee