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“Shay is part demon?” I clutched my chest, regarding Shay, with a new respect. His skin was still the same burnt umber, shining like liquid gold. His eyes still flicked through a dozen colors as his emotions changed in the blink of an eye.
“According to the legends.” Tor nodded, eying his friend from across the room. “It seems that the Mac Eoin blood dilutes a little more with each generation. The nymphs fear that one day they will no longer resemble fae at all, and the Aos Sí will reject them.”
A surge of pity swelled in my chest. “That’s terrible.”
“That’s what happens when the son of a god falls in love with a golden seductress.” Rainn grinned wickedly.
“It seems that even if Shay had chosen a female intending to suck his blood and leave the carcass in the forest, there wouldn’t be anything that we can do tonight.” Tor jerked his chin to the exit. “Perhaps we should return to our lodgings?”
The nymphs had been hospitable enough to set up several additional tents on the outskirts of their camp in anticipation of the upcoming wedding. Tor and Rainn had been given a tent fit for royalty with many luxuries that I hadn’t expected, like a thick down coverlet, a number of nymph-appropriate outfits, and several phallic carvings that I had been informed were ‘toys.’
The nymphs had not given me a bed, though the tent had two I could choose from: Rainn or Tor’s. It seemed that I was not as welcome as I had first thought, though I couldn’t think of any ills the undine had committed against the nymphs save for starting the war in the first place.
“We should stay,” Rainn suggested, flicking his hand as he gestured to the celebrations. “Get our money's worth by drinking their wine.”
I bit back a smile.
It didn’t take long for several nymphs to start dancing in the middle of the floor, though their style of dance was a million miles from anything I had experienced in the undine court. Undine tended towards structured dances with a set number of steps. The nymphs favored a dance that looked a lot like having sex while standing upright in the middle of a group of writhing fae.
Rainn had shown me several of the favored selkie dances at the Skala Beach. They had been similar to the undine style of dancing, with more clapping and singing along. The nymphs seemed seconds away from pulling off their clothes and forming a naked pile of fae in the middle of the tent.
I couldn’t take my eyes off the undulating bodies.
Tor held out his hand. “Shall we dance, my mate?”
“Like that?” My voice was hoarse.
He raised a single dark brow. “Scared?”
I bit out a laugh. I thought of the number of times I had been spread naked between Tor and Rainn and the way our bodies connected in several different ways that would make the nymphs on their dance floors seem tame by comparison.
I put my hand in his.
“Good girl.” Tor crooned.
“Keep patronizing me, and I’ll draw blood.” I narrowed my eyes.
“I thought threats of violence were our thing,” Rainn said, affronted, as he walked behind us to the dancefloor.
The world slipped away as Tor placed his hands on my waist. His dark eyes stared down at mine, and I saw the universe in his gaze—the darkest parts of the lake, where there was not enough light to see beyond a hand in front of your face. Tor’s plush lips pulled into a slow-spreading grin. He leaned forward, taking a hand from my waist to cup my chin and direct my lips to his. His kiss was hard, claiming. The heat of the music stirred something inside me, and though we were locked in a kiss and his body pressed against mine, it was as if we were the only people in the world.
He pulled me closer as the kiss deepened, and until that moment, I had forgotten about Rainn behind us until he pressed his body against mine. Trapped between my two mates, the evidence of their pleasure was separated by only a thin barrier of fabric.
I squirmed; every inch of my skin felt too tight and too hot. I placed one hand on Tor’s chest, feeling the corded muscle under my fingers. The other arm bent at the shoulder as I pulled Rainn to me, pressing his face into my neck. Rainn kissed the seam of my jaw as Tor plundered my mouth.
Though the nymph magic wove around us, I felt in control. I wanted my two males; I had denied them, run from them, but they were mine. I could take them if I wanted. I could make them wait and beg, hard and wanting, if I desired.
I’d spent most of my life powerless, but Tor and Rainn made me feel like I could conquer anything because I had conquered them. Tor reached between us, placing his hand on my thigh and pushing the fabric of my dress up to reach my core. Pressed together, it wasn’t entirely obvious what he planned, as his hand bypassed my underwear and his fingers slipped inside of me—my eyes fluttered, and I let out a low moan. Tor was skilled with his hands. It was undeniable.
My fingers twitched with the desire to reach between us and free his cock, to wrap my hand around his member and give him the same pleasure that he dealt to me. But I was too selfish at that moment. I didn’t realize it, but some part of me had been wounded by Shay’s rejection, even if there was no reason to feel that way. Even if we had never been together in any semblance of the word. I was going to take whatever Tor gave me; I wanted him to prove how much he wanted me, even if that meant taking my body in the middle of a nymph celebration.
Rainn rubbed against my back as he continued his assault of kisses on the side of my throat. While Tor’s wrist moved with every thrust of his fingers inside of me, Rainn reached between us and freed one of my breasts from the loose cowl neckline of my dress. Rainn rolled my nipple between his thumb and finger, moaning low in my ear as I squirmed and rubbed against his front.
“We should go back to our tent.” I broke away from Tor’s lips, painting heavily.
“Gods, yes.” Tor sighed in agreement. Freeing his hand and lifting his fingers to his mouth, licking my juices as he kept his eyes on mine.
Rainn pulled his hand back from my breast before lacing his fingers with mine, tugging me toward the tent door.
