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“Your Majesty, care to join me for a little swim?” The wetness beaded on her skin and ran in rivulets down her throat. “The water feels like a thousand shards of ice pricking your flesh. It is excruciatingly exhilarating.”
He gave her a stony stare. “I wish to speak to Badb.”
Macha stiffened. Her other sister, Badb, stirred within her. No. She had just been let out! She refused to go back so soon.
A coy smile crossed her lips. She would have some fun first. “I will get Badb, if you do something for me.”
“What is that?”
“Come into the water and free me from this unholy contraption?” She wriggled her shoulders and tugged at the bra straps.
Dagda scowled. “Show some respect, Macha.”
“Respect the one who trapped me inside her and then drained herself of all our power?” Her head tilted. “Although, I admit, her form is quite lovely. Perhaps even more so than her original embodiment. What do you think?”
She sucked in a breath and tipped onto her back, letting herself float above the water. Then allowed her feet to return to the pond’s bottom.
And there it was. Behind the expressionless mask. The spark of wanting.
She raised an eyebrow. “Are you coming?”
His hands drew into fists, but then released. He tugged off his jacket and hung it on a nearby tree branch. Other faeries were too much like humans in that regard. So obsessed with their coverings.
When he lifted his shirt over his head, air seeped from her lungs. Her gaze roved over his sculpted features, the planes of his muscled chest, and the raging swirls of fire and magma tattooed on his right bicep.
Mother Goddess.
She watched with delight as he dropped his pants, revealing dark blue boxers, but then sighed when he didn’t undress further, and instead took a step into the water. His muscles bunched at the cold. Macha no longer noticed the bitter sting of the pond. He ran a hand through his thick mane of black hair that came to his shoulders, brushing it back from his face, his eyes somber and cautious.
That wouldn’t do.
He stopped right in front of her, and Macha reached out, laying a cool palm on his toned chest.
“You are quite the creation yourself,” she murmured. Instead of turning so he could reach the bra hook, she pressed closer, letting her chest graze up against him. Her fingers slid over his pecs and she sensed his skin warming, his heart rate accelerating. He didn’t move, didn’t touch her, but his gaze had ignited, burning with an undeniable hunger. Oh, he desired her body with a horrible intensity.
Which was fortunate because she wanted him.
Badb would have to wait a while.
“Macha, let me speak with Badb.” Dagda’s voice was low. Macha could sense him barely holding back, like a wild animal about to burst from its cage.
Badb stirred again. Macha had little time. She moved, rubbing herself against him. Goddess above, he was so warm and hard.
“Are you sure that is what you desire, King Dagda?”
He grabbed her shoulders and pushed her away, eyes angry and yet raging with heat. His fingers trembled as he spun her around, and she felt his hand on her next to the bra hook.
“I unhook you, and you let Badb out. That was the deal.”
Macha opened her mouth to respond, but Badb’s restlessness would not be ignored. Macha clamped her hands over her ears. She didn’t want to go back. She didn’t want to be forced to return to her prison.
Badb wouldn’t be denied. She rose, driving Macha back. Macha sank, swirling down, losing awareness. Forced to return to her eternal bondage.
Badb rose into consciousness.
The icy water pricked at her skin. Leave it to Macha to get her into these vulnerable positions. Badb straightened her shoulders. The faerie king stood at her back, but he had paused, still holding the fastened bra hook.
