Reece grunted something under his breath that sounded like agreement, but it made me realize, other than the sprites I had yet to see any other fae with wings. Did they not have them? Or did they simply choose to keep them hidden due to the nature of the human world?
I knew I held a scant ten percent or less of my memories, but even so I could hardly comprehend what a struggle it would be to keep my wings hidden permanently. They just felt too damn good to be out, to be able to stretch them and feel the light caress of the wind. Not to mention the incredible feeling of Killian's caresses … My wings contained so many nerve endings, they were even more of an erogenous zone than my nipples and damn near close to my cunt.
“Kill,” Arlo growled, sounding pained, and Killian chuckled.
“Patience, my brother,” my Lord of Winter groaned as my walls tightened around him; another orgasm was close and we both knew it. “Our déesse is worth the wait, I promise you.”
“Finish, Killian,” I urged, panting with need but wanting to hold off my climax until I could have Arlo inside me. “Come for me.”
He needed no further encouragement; instead he bit down lightly on the sparkling skin of my wing and thrust deeply into me once, twice, and then a third time as his seed spurted hotly against my cervix.
“Move,” Arlo commanded, and from the corner of my eye I saw him clap a heavy hand on Killian’s shoulder.
Reece clicked his tongue, scolding Arlo's impatience even as he sat there working his cock with his hand, slick beads of pre-cum already glistening on his tip and his cheeks flushed with arousal. It made sense that he'd have such a quick refractory period though, what sort of dia gnéas would he be otherwise?
Killian withdrew from my now very slick sheath and trailed gentle kisses down my spine, deliberately taking his sweet ass time and making Arlo wait. I almost laughed, but it just wasn't the time.
Instead, I waited for Killian to move and flipped around to face Arlo with a slight smile. It was hard to pull off cheeky though, when all I really wanted to do was arch my back like a cat in heat and beg him to fuck me.
“The magic is not particular as to how we … get our rocks off.”
“Get our rocks off?” Arlo growled, nostrils flaring as he looked me over, sweaty and wanting, my tits exposed, my thighs clamped together against the wetness between them. I lounged on that bench seat, daring him to touch me. But he knew better than to force our interaction. “The fuck are you playing at woman?”
“Respect,” Kill snarled from beside him. “Show some, fool.”
Arlo ignored him, staring down at me with narrowed eyes.
“This magic,” I continued, putting a palm on my belly and staring up at him. “It isn’t gender specific. It doesn’t judge.”
“Meaning. What,” Arlo ground out as he glared at me.
“It’s designed to work the way a person does—two bodies coming together to create pleasure. It isn’t specific to a cock in a pussy,” I challenged and Arlo made this sound in the back of his throat, like a wild animal. “As long as we both get off, it doesn’t matter how.”
“You’re kidding me, right?” he asked, but I wasn’t. Not exactly. Mostly, I was trying to gauge his reaction. And … I did have something other than his cock in my pussy in mind. I just didn’t think he’d be opposed to my suggestion—so long as he kept his fucking temper long enough to hear it. “What do you want me to do, your majesty?”
“I want you to get on your—” I barely got those words out before Arlo was dropping to his knees and pushing mine apart. With a gasp, I felt my head fall back, tucking my lower lip under my teeth as Arlo put his mouth to my wet cunt and licked it, with the other mens’ seed and all. This wasn’t actually what I had in mind. I’d expected protesting and a fit, but then I was going to invite him to fuck me … in the other aching opening between my legs.
But this was … this was perfect.
My fingers curved around the gleaming ivory of his horns, squeezing them in tight fists as he curled his big hands around my ass cheeks and gripped them mercilessly. The way he used his mouth was nothing short of savage and I loved it. It woke up every basic instinct I had inside of me, gave rise to this bestial feeling of possessiveness, this need to mate.
Behind me, I felt my wings quiver, desperate to be touched. They seemed so fragile at first glance, but crushed against the picnic table, they didn’t hurt. It was like leaning back on my elbows. It made me realize how much force would be needed to rend them from my flesh …
With a choking gasp, I grabbed a handful of Arlo’s hair—much as I was enjoying him between my thighs—and lifted his head.
“Touch my wings,” I whispered, feeling tears threaten again. But I wasn’t about to cry a second time. No, not tonight. I’d found three of the four men I wanted as Lords and claimed them all in one night. This wasn’t an event I’d allow to be tainted by those years of darkness and torture. This was my night. “Touch them,” I said again, pushing his face away and rising to my feet.
Arlo stood up, too, towering over me and smelling like the earth. I could breathe that scent in forever and never tire of it. It was a smell I wasn’t permitted in that never-ending darkness. The sweet bloom of fresh flowers, the easy muskiness of new shoots, the pungent whisper of decaying leaves. The place where I was held … it was a void. An endless blackness with no stars and no moon, just shadows without texture or meaning. And eyes. Glowing eyes. Mouths with no face.
“Please,” I said again, and I felt that odd sense of fragility that neither Ciarah nor Gràinne truly understood. “Touch them.”
“Goddess’ tits,” Arlo grunted, but he reached out and cupped my face in two big, warm hands. His teeth were clenched and he flicked his eyes away from mine. “You’re not the only damaged one here. I know what it’s like to be … scarred up and fucked up. So don’t think that has anything to do with why you piss me off so damn much.”
He turned his gaze back to mine and the power in it … was breathtaking.
“I’m just a fucking badass bitch,” I said and he raised both brows. “What? I am a modern woman … of sorts. I mean, in my previous life I was.” I sucked in a sharp breath as Arlo ran a thumb over my lower lip. “You’re just not used to having an alpha female in your life.”
“Arlo ain’t used to having any female in his life, eh boy?”
“Shut your fucking mouth, Reece,” Arlo snarled over at him, curling his lip back like an animal. “You have enough females for the both of us, you goddamn whore.”
“I just love women, me,” he said, running his tongue over his lower lip and stroking his cock with sure, easy movements. “And it ain’t like you a vestal virgin. You just keep your cock warm and your heart cold is all. I get myself into trouble, yeah, because I don’t know how to separate the two.” He winked at me as Killian let out a small sigh and moved to sit on the bench on my other side.