“This isn't the trick, mon cher,” he whispered. “This is.”
Killian pulled back as I yanked the pillow from between my teeth and stuck it under my head so I could relax my neck. As I watched, he twirled his fingers in the air, pulling water from the humid atmosphere and drawing it into his palm in a swirl of blue light. Magic.
My breath stuttered as I watched him collect and then freeze the water molecules into a long, thick ice cube.
“The cold is where my expertise lies,” he said, his blue eyes locked on mine. “Some people despise the cold but when you pair it with heat … it makes things scalding.”
Kill took the ice cube and, his eyes still locked on mine, slid it along my heated folds, making me gasp and cough with the sheer rush of sensation. He stroked me several times, drawing little screams from my throat, and then he replaced the cube with his hot tongue.
And oh.
Oh.
Temperature play.
I quite liked that.
Killian warmed up all the places he'd just cooled and then … slipped the ice cube inside of me.
My scream of pleasure drew Arlo out of the bathroom, still wet and dripping but this time with hot water from the shower. Steam rose from his skin as he stood there and watched Killian follow up with his fingers inside of me, chasing the cool slide of the ice cube.
“Don't butt in—not today,” Killian growled, just before he leaned down and kissed my clit with gentle swirls of his tongue. His left hand held my bucking pelvis down as I thrashed and turned my head, biting the pillow hard. “I won't share today.”
“Like it's your choice to make,” Arlo snapped, but he didn't come any closer, watching from the doorway to the bathroom, leaning his big muscular form against the frame. Without his glamour on, his skin was brilliantly silver, his eyes green as emeralds, his horns shock white and wicked sharp.
His eyes met mine and he threw on this infuriating smirk, wrapping his big hand around his cock and giving it a squeeze. He worked himself nice and slow as Killian brought me to the edge of an eye-watering orgasm and then pulled back, breathing against my heated cunt with hot … warm … then cool breaths. Ah, a true Lord of Winter.
The ice cube was melting inside of me, cool water trickling out of my pussy and dripping down my ass. The sensation was almost enough to drive me to climax all on its own.
“Killian,” I gasped, and I felt his laughter against me as he stood up and looked down, an imposing figure with dark hair and pale eyes, stubble guarding the slight smirk on his lips. “Finish me.”
“I wanted to make sure you got a taste of the full package before you made your decision,” he said, stepping between my legs and taking hold of my ass in his long fingers.
The two men exchanged glances and Arlo growled low in his throat, pumping his shaft with tense knuckles, the ink on the back of his hands dancing with the violent motion of his fingers on his cock.
“Let's see what it is you're so frightened about,” Killian taunted, turning back to look at me, meeting my gaze with a look that was both ice-cold and red hot. I couldn't explain it, but the duality was beautiful, like the sun and the moon, summer and winter, light and dark. “Le Gardien?”
“Fuck me,” I whispered and threw my head back in the burst of a brilliant white-hot orgasm as he entered me, his long hot dick thrusting against the cool sensation of the ice cube. I came around him, squeezing tight, water trickling down my cheeks as I flailed and thrashed against the bed, digging my fingers into the blankets.
Killian waited for me to finish before he started to move, thrusting against the cool ice cube with his scalding cock, melting it faster, mixing up all the new sensations together into this bundle of energy that coiled tight and ready in my belly, waiting to explode again. I wouldn't be long to a second orgasm.
The fae man buried between my thighs spoke low, sweet words in French, their gentleness at odds with the violent nature of his thrusts, the frenzy of his body as he buried himself deep within me. His face blurred in my vision as I struggled to hold back tears of sheer unadulterated pleasure. I'd never felt anything like this before … not as the Veil Keeper … not as Ciarah … just never.
“Fuck,” Arlo snarled, moving over to the edge of the bed, his member quivering with need as he grit his teeth and looked down at me. “I know you've cast a fucking spell on me. Take it off.”
“You're a …” I tried to choke out the word fool, but it wouldn't come out right. I was too busy enjoying the pleasure rippling through my body. No more words would come, so I spoke with my body, reaching out a hand and snatching Arlo's thick, hard shaft with an iron grip.
He sucked in a sharp breath, his eyes widening as his hips thrust forward into my hand.
“I swear to the Keeper, this has to be a spell or some shit,” Arlo muttered with a strangled moan as my hand slid the length of his dick and knocked his own fist out of the way.
“Frère,” Killian growled, pausing and glaring at Arlo while I writhed underneath his strong hands. Damn it, don't stop now! “Shut your trap or leave. Your words don't even make sense. You swear to the Keeper? Here she is, with her perfect hand wrapped around your cock. Don't be a damn imbécile.”
There was a tense moment between the two fae men, as they remained locked with their angry eyes on one another, Killian's dick buried deep inside me and Arlo's hard shaft in my grip. The moment didn't bother me at all, though. I found it … fascinating. Despite still teetering on the edge of my second orgasm.
Curiously, I watched Arlo's face as he seemed to be wrestling with himself. Kill's words had forced him to accept the choice he'd already made. That we all knew he'd made. He was my Lord of Spring, through and through. He just needed to get used to it.
With lazy motion, my hand stroked up and down his rock-hard length while I studied the two of them. Killian was just a fraction taller but Arlo was a lot broader across the chest. They were both … perfect. Mine.
I saw the moment Arlo cracked, breaking his staredown with Killian and casting his angry green gaze over my body, pausing on my tight nipples straining against the light cotton of my tank top.
“Très bon,” Killian grunted, adjusting his grip on my ass before thrusting back into me.
The breath puffed out of me and I felt a sultry smile creep over my face as I settled in for the ride, not for a second letting go of Arlo.
Killian murmured something more under his breath in French, too quiet for me to make out, before exhaling a long, ice-cold breath as he leaned in close to kiss me. The air between us sparkled with frost and my body shivered violently as his hot mouth descended to mine.
Arlo, for his part, did as he was told. Kept his trap shut. Aside from the occasional moan, he simply stood there and let me jerk him off while his wild, angry eyes remained glued to the in and out of Killian's cock in my cunt.