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Fife chuckled as he and Adder came up behind us. For a moment, I was worried he was having a relapse or something, but when I turned to look at him, his light green eyes were crystal clear and alert. "No one would ever accuse you of being fragile, Kat," he informed me with a smile. "But it is forward of us to invite ourselves into a lady's chamber without warning." He winked. "Scandalous, even."
I rolled my eyes at him. As if he—or any fae outside the high court—cared about proprieties like that. "Are you human now?" I demanded, turning to open the door to my room and shoo them all inside.
Mirri paused on the threshold and gave me a small grimace. "We aren't," he reminded me. "But you are. At least partly. I think we all just worry that we might offend you or dishonor customs that we don't know you observe."
I glanced at Bach for help. "Will you please make them understand that I am not some prudish human? That it doesn't take moon magic or cleric tricks to get me to embrace my more primal side?"
Everyone looked at Bach in confusion, and he ran a hand through his long mahogany hair, messing up his ponytail as he gave me a wry look. "I admit that hasn't been my experience with our mate. But…" he met my eyes and gave me a wry look, "I wasn't sure if your behavior in the inn that night was the norm."
Now everyone was gaping at us. "Bach," Fife said in a tone of mock wonder, crossing his arms over his chest and giving his friend an incredulous once-over. "Are you telling me that the proper, morally upstanding, rule abiding Bach had some secret dalliance with the royal prize?"
I grinned at Bach's discomfort, and he laughed, his blue eyes twinkling. "I didn't know she was the prize at the time."
I led them all into my room with a grin. "And it was hardly a little dalliance," I added. "He did his level best to fuck me through the mattress all night."
I plopped into a chair and pulled off my boots, tossing them next to the door with a thump. When I straightened, I found Adder watching me from just inside the door. His dark eyes met mine and he slowly, deliberately, reached over and locked the door. "I feel we've been deceived again," he murmured darkly.
Bach just rolled his eyes and took off his own boots. "I hardly go around crowing about my conquests, and you know it. Besides," he said with a heated look toward me, "it became a memory I treasured."
I sighed. "We've all been so stubborn and short-sighted," I complained as I flopped back into my chair. I waved a hand at Bach in illustration. "Bach and I both went to the inn looking for one last fling before the tournament started and we signed away our freedom. Then we both thought it should be a secret—for various reasons that don't matter now. But I feel like things would have worked out much better had I just kept on fucking the contestants."
Fife raised a brow at me from where he was inspecting the tray of mugs Saffron had left out for us. "Oh?" he said innocently. "Were there other champions you wanted to bed? Lion team perhaps? Or Peacock?"
I met his eyes and refused to rise to his baiting. "Hmm…." I said, tapping my chin thoughtfully. "I don't know. Bear team was nice. I bet their leader would have been a very devoted lover."
Fife crossed the room with two toddies in hand. "He wasn't an unattractive male," he said casually. Setting the drinks on the table beside me, he bent so his lips nearly touched my own. "But if boring old nice is all you want in a lover, you're missing out." The promise in his green eyes made my core clench. He smirked as if he knew exactly what impact his words had. "I'll be very devoted," he purred. "But the word 'nice' won't once pass your lips when you describe our lovemaking to others."
I laughed and wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him an inch closer so our lips met. Fife tasted of magic and mischief. My lips parted under his urging, and his wicked tongue danced with mine, lighting a thrill through me. When he pulled away, I was flushed and breathless. "I swear, if anyone interrupts us this time, I'm putting in an execution request with the king," I muttered as I stood.
All of my mates prowled toward me, the fervent looks on their faces saying they felt the same way. We had stumbled over our own egos and wounded pride, they had held back from forcing the bond upon me while my world was in chaos, and when we finally decided to move forward, we were interrupted with yet more complications. But tonight, nothing was going to stand in the way of me claiming these males the way I should have done months ago.
Bach's big hands patiently unfastened the buttons down the front of my shirt. Adder slipped behind me to unlace my fitted breeches. Mirri swept my hair to one side and kissed a warm trail up the side of my neck. And Fife knelt at my feet to pull off my socks. I wasn't dressed for seduction today. Far from it. My attire was serviceable and meant for riding and working. But these males performed their task reverently, as if I wore silk and lace.
My clothing fell to the floor piece by piece. Warm hands slid over my skin as it was revealed, their touches light and teasing. Fife's graceful musician's hand slid up my calves and the backs of my knees as he leaned in and kissed my thigh. Adder's hands caressed my hips, then swept up to cup my breasts, while Bach's big hands slid around to cup the fullness of my ass.
Mirri's kisses traveled from my neck to my shoulder. Then he lifted my arm, draping it around his neck as I turned my head toward him for a sweet, passionate kiss that left me trembling.
"Go get on the bed, my lady," Adder whispered in my ear, his hands giving my breasts one last squeeze. He rubbed his thumbs over my hardened nipples before releasing me.
I would normally be tempted to joke with him about giving me commands. But the lust-filled promise and the hint of mesmerizing magic that danced his voice had me moving before I had time to think of a witty reply. I didn't glance back as I made my way through the doorway out of the sitting area and into my bedroom, but I heard the shift and rustle of fabric that said my mates were stripping as fast as they could.
When I reached my bedroom, I sat down on the side of the big four-poster bed and waited, my stomach fluttering in anticipation. They didn't make me wait long. All four of my mates strode into the room naked, their beautiful, varied bodies proudly on display. I licked my lips at the sight of them, all so different, so gorgeous. So perfect. So mine.
I couldn't decide where to focus my gaze. They closed in on me with hungry expressions, and I shivered. Bach sank to his knees before me and ran his big, powerful hands up my thighs. "Say the word, and we stop," he promised me, his blue eyes locked on mine. "But until you say otherwise, you are ours."
I nodded in fervent agreement. I would gladly give up all control to the males before me. I fully trusted them with my pleasure, just as I trusted them in every other aspect of our lives.
Bach gripped my knees and urged my legs apart, and my hands wrapped around his shiny black horns as he lunged forward to taste me. His tongue laved my folds in a few teasing swipes before swirling around my sensitive clit. I arched backward, only my grip on his horns keeping me upright.
Then Adder was there, supporting me from behind, his hard length pressing against my back and one hand coming to grip the base of my throat. He tilted my head back for an upside-down kiss, his forked tongue delving into my mouth eagerly before he released me with a smirk that said he knew I had just imagined what that tongue would feel like if he and Bach traded places.
"We will all have you tonight, little halfling," he breathed, "don't you worry."
Mirri and Fife crawled onto the bed on either side of me as Bach continued to drive me higher with his talented mouth. Mirri kissed me slow and deep, then pulled away to give Fife a turn.
Adder's hand tightened around my throat, just a bit, the sensation making me gasp into Fife's mouth. The cleric smiled against my lips, then drew away, drawing my gaze to his beautiful body as he traced a hand down from his chest to his taut abs to grip his hard cock and give it a stroke.
Fae males' equipment came in a variety of shapes and sizes. I had gotten quite up close and personal with each of these men on the night of the wild moon, but with the exception of Bach, I had never seen them unclothed. Fife's form was as muscular as the others, but leaner, less hulking, and more graceful. And his long, flushed cock was decorated with rows of frilly ribs just under the flare of his head. I groaned as Bach sucked on my clit, my eyes taking in the way the flexible frills on Fife's cock smoothed down with each downstroke of his hand, then stood up on the upstroke.
