He draped my hair over the edge of the tub and started brushing, smoothing out the tangles, humming softly to himself as he worked, a calm, amicable peace stretching between us.
This is nice. I could definitely get used to this.
Maybe Ryland and Var would stay here at the Citadelle and I could go back to my old life. Morning meetings and afternoon royal audiences. Sorting out holiday plans for the city, arranging patrol schedules.
A life that was quiet. Regimented.Predictable.
And yet, even with Ryland catering to me like I was a queen, even though I finally had the life I thought I’d always wanted, that little, niggling voice kept wondering somewhere in the back of my mind…was this enough?
Or did I want more?
62
LYRAE
“Hey, little fox, wake up. The water’s getting cold, love.”
I opened my eyes to a cluster of dimmed faelights glowing in the corner of the bathing chamber, Ryland’s lips pressed to my ear, Varian staring down at me with a dazed smile on his face, looking like a male transfixed.
No wonder. There were no bubbles left floating on top of the cool water, lapping around the tops of my breasts, my nipples tight and hard, my pale skin beginning to pucker.
“You fell asleep,” Ryland explained softly. “I let you drowse, because I figured you needed the rest, but it’s time to get out now, Ly.”
Gods, my muscles felt like rubber, my body drained of all the adrenaline and stress and anger that I’d been running on for far too long. I had no idea what time it was, or anything except these two beautiful males, and the way I felt so…safe.
Like nothing could touch us here, cocooned inside this bubble of love and golden light, and I let them lift me from the tub, wrap soft towels around me, and carry me to bed.
A bed I’d never shared with anyone.
A bed that had always felt lonely and empty and cold, but now felt like a realm of vast possibilities to be explored.
“You should sleep,” Ryland said sternly, tucking blankets around me. “Out of us all, you’ve been through too much, Ly. Varian will stay here with you. I’m taking a bath, then we should all get some rest before tomorrow comes.”
Tomorrow, I hazily thought.
Yes, we really should do that…
The next thing I knew, I opened my eyes to darkness, pressed between two big male bodies, suddenly wide awake, every nerve on high alert. Where the fuck was I? Not in Ryland’s bed at Frostveil…then everything flooded back.
Triune. Anaria. Rooke.
“You’re okay, Lyrae,” Varian murmured in a low voice. “We have a few hours before dawn, and the rest of the palace is still asleep. No need to worry.” His thumb started tracing those slow, questioning circles on my belly before drifting lower, until his finger swept through my folds, that thumb teasing my clit until I bit down on my lower lip to not cry out.
“Let me watch you fall apart,” Varian urged softly. “I need to see you come, Lyrae, all over my fingers. I want you to soak my hand in your juices, and then I’m going to lick them clean.”
I moaned at the picture he painted in my mind, hips moving as he plunged his fingers in deep, a satisfied smile on his face, outlined in a tangle of still-damp blond hair.
“You two whisper louder than a couple of howling Grimbeasts, do you know that?”
Ryland rolled over so he was flush against me, his hard cock pressed along my thigh. “But be a good girl and give Varian what he wants, and then…” He sank his teeth into my shoulder, then smoothed the hurt away with a warm swipe of his tongue. “Then we’ll give you whatever you want.”
“Relax,” Varian purred in my ear, Ryland throwing off the covers, tugging my legs further apart to give him better access. “Be our good little girl right now and let me play with that beautiful pussy.”
Gods, these two were seriously going to be the death of me, but when Varian slid three fingers into me, when Ryland pinned my hands up above my head, when the two of them worked my body like an instrument they both expertly knew how to play, I was lost.
Heat filled me like a forge, racing through my veins, cool air hitting my body as I hurtled toward release, no longer in charge of my body, blood roaring in my ears as I crested higher and higher, hips surging against Varian’s plunging fingers, little sounds coming out of my mouth, the world narrowing down to pressure and friction and the hot, slick slide of his fingers inside me.
The world stopped.
