Arawan stopped kissing her and pulled back. He looked around him. "Something is wrong."
"I'll say, your dick isn't in me. I didn't wear this halter dress tonight just to look nice," she said and waggled her eyebrows.
"That's not what I mean," Arawan said, removing her hand from his pants.
The hair lifted on the back of Imogen's neck, a strange flicker of fear hitting her veins.
"What is that?" she whispered, pulling a dagger from her boot.
Arawan looked around him. "That blade won't do much. It doesn't make sense. He never rides on midsummer because the energy is wrong."
Imogen didn't get a chance to ask who he was talking about. Reality tilted, and a portal appeared through two trees. Snow blew in from it, cold and biting, and a white horse came through.
Imogen hadn't seen Gwyn, leader of the Wild Hunt, since the battle in the forest with Merion. Even then, she had only caughtglimpses of him through the fighting. Up close, he filled her with a mix of fear and awe.
Gwyn pulled off his helm, and the cold portal behind him closed. He had strange white hair threaded through with black and pale eyes. He was big, Celtic, and handsome in a terrifying way because your monkey brain knew it was going to be the last face you were ever going to see before he killed your ass. He was unmistakeably of Arawan's pantheon because they were the same like that.
"Gwyn, this is unexpected," Arawan greeted. Neither of them was smiling.
"I needed to talk to you without all my Riders about," Gwyn replied and slid down from his saddle. On his feet, he was a giant, standing a full head taller than Arawan. He turned and looked at Imogen, and she tried to smile without looking like a maniac because she was nervous.
"Is something wrong with the Hunt's Riders?" Arawan asked.
"No. It's just none of their business. Not yet. This woman is your consort? She has helped you restore your power in the human worlds?" Gwyn asked, looking Imogen over.
Arawan's eyes narrowed slightly. "Yes, she has. This is Imogen."
"I would like to challenge you for her," Gwyn declared.
"Woah, woah. Wait, I don't even know you, big guy," Imogen said, thoroughly confused.
"I need your help to help restore power to the Hunt. You have helped Arawan. I see no issue with this."
"I am not going to fight you for the consort I have already won," Arawan declared.
Imogen raised a brow. "Oh, you'renotgoing to fight for me?"
"I would fight for you," Gwyn said, pulling out the huge sword that hung at his side. "I would slaughter a world until itsrivers ran with blood, and I would put you on a throne made of their bones."
Arawan looked like he was about to explode, and because she had the devil in her, Imogen decided to fuck with both of them.
"I mean, that sounds lovely and all, but you have got to understand, Arawan has an absolute monster-sized dick, and it's hard for a girl to walk away from that," she said sweetly.
"Imogen..."Arawan growled in warning. Whatever he was going to say next, Imogen never found out because Gwyn had unlaced the front of his leather pants and pulled out his dick.
"Bigger than this?" he asked, completely unfazed.
"Oh my stars," Imogen said because she was staring too hard.
"Put that away, you idiot," Arawan snapped.
Gwyn shot Imogen a wink and tucked his dick back in. She didn't even think they came that big.
"The fae believe in mates, and Imogen is mine. You can't have her," Arawan continued.
"I believe a lady can make her own choices," Gwyn countered.
"Look, this is...very flattering and all," Imogen began, clearing her throat because it kept cracking, "but believe it or not, I am in love with the Dark Lord here. It works because we are like the equivalent of the fae's mates. How about you tell us why you need a consort to help you? Maybe we can, I dunno, set you up on some dates?"
