Killian kissed me like I was the only woman on earth. Like I was the center of his universe. Like I was his fucking goddess.
I loved every damn second of it.
Delicate lines of ice crept from Kill's fingers where they gripped my flesh, coating my skin like lace and provoking another shiver from me as Killian groaned.
“Ma déesse,” he breathed as I clenched around him, that second orgasm back with double force. This time though, I wanted to drag him with me. Arlo too. Nothing would make this moment more satisfying …
Kill touched a frigid fingertip to the searing heat of my clit and I gasped aloud, pleasure rolling through me as I let myself go. My muscles fluttered and tensed around his hardness, holding him captive and demanding he join me.
“Merde,” Kill swore, fighting to hold on but eventually giving in with a few hard thrusts.
Meanwhile my hand milked the climax from Arlo, whose hot seed splashed across the icy cold of my exposed belly as he came with a primal sounding grunt.
The sounds of our labored breathing filled the room for a long moment before Killian, almost reluctantly, withdrew from me and tucked his junk back into those pants that had never made it past his ass.
“We should get downstairs.” He frowned. “I can sense the wolves have already arrived.”
“Fuck,” Arlo spat, picking up a towel from the floor and wiping off his dick before shimmying into a pair of jeans. “Shower's yours, Keeper. You'll want to wash well. The smell of sex on a woman drives the wolves a little … wild.”
Well, for the Horned God to be calling someone else wild, it almost made me curious to see. But I could already feel the slickness of Killian's come dripping down my ass and if there was one thing both my selves agreed on, it was that that was not a sexy sensation.
Killian bent back over me, snaking a hand into the back of my hair and claiming my lips in a passionate kiss. His tongue met mine in a torrent of emotion and desire, until I was breathless and more than a little tempted to demand an encore performance.
“So,” he whispered when he broke our kiss. “Do I get the job?”
Cheeky boy, one of the me's in my head chuckled and my lips lifted in a grin. “I'll consider you for a callback.”
Killian narrowed his pale blue eyes at me and trailed another line of ice down my bare thigh as he stood back up, as a promise or a reminder, it didn't matter. He'd made his point.
I lied there on Arlo's bed a little longer, watching Killian retreat out the door, then turned my attention to the bestial asshole again. Somehow in that short time he had replaced his glamour and now stood there with his massive, ink stained biceps crossed over his chest as he glared at me.
“What?” I demanded and he rolled his emerald eyes.
“Shower, Keeper. Now. Before those mangy mutts catch your scent.” He jerked his thumb to the bathroom door.
“What would happen if they did?” I asked, standing from the bed and making my way over to the bathroom.
“I'm no seer, so I can’t predict the fucking future. But in the past …” Arlo shrugged his toned shoulders. “Well, suffice it to say the result wasn't good.”
His words rang with truth, and none of the usual aftertaste that implied a deliberate deceit. There was a lot more to the story, for sure, but I guessed the past didn't matter when compared to the future. After all, my past was nothing more than a shattered mirror. It was my future that would find those missing pieces though.
Or, at least I hoped so.
Raucous sounds of male laughter filtered up the stairs to me, and I smiled. I recognized Reece's laugh without question. It was like the rustling of autumn leaves and it warmed my soul to hear.
The little tryst with Killian and Arlo had ignited something within me, and I felt a burning need for more. Oh, that callback for my Lord of Winter was going to come much sooner than he realized. For my Lords of Spring and Autumn, too. My body felt as though it was just now awakening from an endless slumber and it demanded to be worshipped.
“Gardien,” Fionn greeted me as I pushed through the swinging door to the bar area where the party was already in full swing.
“Fionn.” I nodded to him and accepted the red plastic cup from his hand. There was something familiar about that cup. The cherry red of its exterior, its white interior, the foamy amber liquid it held. It flittered across my mind like so many other memory bubbles before it, but I didn't care enough to chase after it.
“I hear y'all had a productive day, meetin' da Sage?” Fionn enquired politely, but his eyes were tight and pinched, like he was poised on the edge of a breakdown.
“I did,” I murmured, taking a sip of my drink and being pleasantly surprised by the taste. My sketchy memory had warned that it would taste bad, like old socks steeped in dishwater, but this drink was delicious. Like honey, and jasmine, and sunshine?
“Fairy wine,” Fionn supplied when I hummed my approval and licked my lips.
“Ciarah,” Reece grinned, coming up beside his father and raking his gold-brown eyes over me. “You look—” Whatever he'd been about to say was cut off by Fionn's sharp elbow to Reece's gut.
“You mind your manners around Le Gardien du Voile boy,” Fionn warned. “She ain't like these Willing Hunt girls, y'hear? She be our goddess and you damn well better treat her such.”
“'course.” Reece seemed unphased. “But even goddesses must want t'hear how smokin' hot dey are, no?”
Fionn's eyes bugged out at what I could only assume was what he considered impertinence on his son's part, but in that moment I was just Ciarah, and as far as I could tell, Ciarah loved hearing how smoking hot she was.
“Reece.” I greeted him back with a grin. “So this is a fae-biker party, huh?”
The whole Wild Hunt was in attendance—I could tell without needing to count—along with just as many scantily clad women and at least two dozen wolves. Don’t ask me how I knew they were wolves, I simply did.
Across the dimly lit room, a pair of bloodred eyes locked on mine and a shiver ran down my back. If my wings had been out, they would’ve trembled under Rafe’s intense stare, but I wasn’t ready to show all my cards just yet.
Still, I’d been careful when selecting my new clothes to ensure all of my tops had a bare back, just in case I needed to free my wings unexpectedly. Not that I had any issues baring my breasts, but my fuzzy memory spoke of modesty and reminded me that humans weren’t comfortable with casual nudity.
“Dat it is, sweet t’ang.” Reece nodded, sliding an arm around my waist and leading me over to the pool tables where Amelie stood leaning on a cue while she watched Rafe’s beta try and fail to sink a ball … What was his name again? Marcel?
“Your dogs, Gardien,” Reece announced with a glint of disgust in his eye as he looked at Rafe, “as you requested.”