“Fuck me runnin', Ciarah,” Reece gasped as I pushed down firmly onto him, sliding him inside me inch by inch until my bare ass touched his denim clad thighs and I was full.
The sensation was exquisite, and knowing he had just pledged his very soul to bond with mine made the experience so much sweeter. Words could do no justice so instead I moaned, sealing my mouth back to his and beginning to move.
Starting slowly, I slid up and down on his rock-hard length, letting my pussy stretch to accommodate his size while grinding my clit against him at the end of every downward thrust. Memories or not, I was secure in the knowledge that I knew how to work this body, and I intended to work it.
Reece's hands held tight to my waist, moving with me and urging me faster, just as his hips rode up from the bench seat to meet me thrust for thrust. It wasn't long until I gave over to his subtle cues and began riding him hard and fast.
“Oh for the love of the Veil,” Reece panted, sucking my lower lip back into his mouth and delivering a nip. Near us, I could hear the slightly heavier breathing of my two other Lords as they stood and watched, waiting patiently for their own turn.
The Wild Hunt clubhouse party was raging again, the sounds of cheers and laughter spilling out to us, but I wasn't in the least bit surprised that when I looked over Reece's shoulder, I found Rafe's bloodred eyes glued to me.
Amelie stood to his left, a bemused smile on her face as she watched me pleasure both myself and my Autumn Lord, but to Rafe's right, his beta glared with a thinly veiled hatred that sent a shiver down my spine.
I didn't have time for such a nonsense, so with a simple flick of my fingers in Marcel's direction, I blinded him with a temporary glamour and heard him howl in wild rage. One would think I'd fucking gouged his eyes from his skull … like what'd once happened to me.
My throat clenched with remembered pain, but I used the savage pleasure between my legs to push it back into the shadows of memory. I knew in my heart I wasn't going to be able to recall the memories I needed without absorbing the ones I did not. It was a price I was going to have to pay, whether I liked it or not.
Fortunately, sex was not tainted for me. My captors … whatever they were, were too alien, too foreign to get off on rape. They did their best, with hot iron between my thighs, by castrating me, rending my flesh until it hung in ribbons. But they didn't have either the will, the knowledge, or the equipment to take me against my will for sexual gratification. Certainly, if I'd ever let on how much that would hurt me, they would have found someone to do it.
Instead … they did other things.
But at least for now, I could find salvation in sex, here with Reece in the silver moonlight with fireflies and will-o-the-wisps flitting around my head. I could curl my arms around his neck and press my cheek against the stubbled surface of his, feel his warmth sink into me—both literally and figuratively—and breathe in the crisp autumn scent that clung to his skin.
My fingers curled into Reece's bloodred hair as his cock sunk deeply into me, igniting the fire in my belly, the raging heat that coiled inside of me and begged for release. When I let it go, though, the whole world would know. Every insect, each flapping bird, each grunting gator … The Veil Keeper was as much a part of the natural world as the sun or the moon, the earth itself, the stars above.
Rafe caught my gaze one last time before I turned away and ran my tongue across my lower lip, letting Reece cup the back of my head and pull me in for another kiss. His beautiful gold skin shimmered in the dim light leaking from the club, a beautiful complement to the pale blue color of my own. Without my glamour, I was an exercise in cool colors, jewel tones. A streak of turquoise in my dark hair, wings of purple and silver, skin the color of a stormy sky just before the clouds clear away.
Reece and I danced an ancient dance with our bodies, the sounds we made mixing with the whispers of the bayou and turning the entire night into a brilliant symphony of sex and revelry.
This feels like home, the old whispers inside of me crooned.
This feels like a fucking frat party, Ciarah replied snarkily, but I wasn't just either of those women anymore—I was both. And really this was nothing like else.
In court, our sex would be empty and frivolous.
In a party, our sex would be bland and clumsy.
Here … it was transcendent.
“Don't try to impress me now,” I whispered in Reece's ear and he chuckled, the deep warmth of his voice radiating through me and making me groan. He had a voice to match his heart—endless and full of possibility. Yes, I could tell that Reece was the type to have many lovers—well, at least he used to be because I wouldn't allow that anymore—but that's because he was brimming with emotion. He had so much to give. I wasn't sure that I'd met a man in either life with such a well of feeling buried inside.
I quite liked him.
Oh, I totally have a fucking crush, I thought as I bit my lip, flipping between my two brains. Half of my being was taken up by a nineteen year old girl with a snarky attitude. The other half was an ancient goddess who wasn't used to being told no. In between, there were five dark years that made my stomach turn over.
“Finish yourself,” I growled in Reece's ear but he just laughed again, lifting me up and making me yelp in surprise. I did not like the feeling of him pulling out, leaving me empty and cold.
“Bend over dere, girl, and Ol' Reece will do exactly what you want, you.”
“Quit showing off, you Cajun fuck,” Arlo growled, but Reece just threw his head back and laughed, the sound echoing off the water, scattering the fireflies and will-o-the-wisps. But they didn't stay gone for long. They were skittish, but there was nothing frightening about Reece, not right now.
In fact … his magic seemed to be seeping into the clubhouse. I could see naked bodies writhing together in pleasure as wolves and fae alike coupled in strange pairings. I wondered if they would regret what they were doing in the morning?
“If I put my all into dis, our poor little Veil Keeper would think you got a limp noodle in those slacks o' yours. Better hold back, me, or else you won't be able to please our girl here.” He laughed again as Arlo snarled, his green eyes flashing as I turned around and put my palms on the rough surface of the table, my knees on the bench.
Reece took his place behind me and curled his fingers around my hips, slowly sliding himself into me with an accompanying chuckle that made his cock feel like a vibrator. Cool air teased the swollen heat of my cunt as he took me again from behind, making my nails curl against the wood of the table, my wings curving back to tease his face.