“You’ve hurt your face.” He stroked my temple. I winced as his fingers moved over my skin leaving hot trails of pain in their wake. “He used spirit magic on you.”
“We used it…together.” I gently lifted his hand away. Corbin frowned.
“You should praise me, witch. The fae are gone, and I do so love praise.” Blake was arranging stones in a sigil at the entrance of the sidhe. The lattice of red veins ran all the way up his cheek, fanning out around his eyes like a masquerade mask. My stomach flipped at the idea that I’d done that to him. I knew from my own face just how much it stung.
I stared down at my hands. They were just hands – flesh and bone and muscles and tendons and blood vessels and a bunch of internal goop (biology wasn’t my favorite science subject). How had magic –realmagic – come from inside them? How had Blake’s lips activated something that was supposed to be a part of me?
And – most importantly – was that same level of spirit magic still humming through my veins? Would I have it when we closed the gateway, or did it wind down again after Blake and I performed that spell?
I guess I was about to find out.
Flynn raced around the field, using huge sprays of water from his hands to put out the fires. Arthur stalked after him, sweeping his sword through the long grass to hunt for any fae stragglers. Rowan dumped an armload of objects on the grass beside the sidhe and collapsed down beside me.
“You were amazing.” He touched my cheek. “When we get back to the castle, I’ll make you something to take the sting away.”
“I’ll be fine.” I rolled on to my side and crawled to my knees. “I just need a moment. At least now we know this whole sexual release aiding spirit magic thing is true.”
“Right.” Rowan gave me an odd look.
Flynn jogged back to the sidhe, holding his arm where the fae arrow had cut him. “Good thing the Irishman’s here to clean up Arthur’s mess,” he grinned, flexing his biceps.
“Funny, I thought the Irish were better at starting fires than putting them out,” Arthur shot back. I guessed that was some historical reference I didn’t get. Flynn stuck his tongue out at Arthur.
While Blake fussed with the objects and Corbin argued with him and Arthur picked up all the arrows and bone knives and other weapons the fae dropped when their bodies disappeared, Flynn grabbed my hand and dragged me to my feet, ushering me around the side of the sidhe.
“What are we doing?” I asked, imagining some unpleasant task like scalping a fallen fae and wearing his skin as a hat.
My words were stifled by Flynn’s lips against mine, hard and urgent. Instantly, a line of fire shot straight through my body, lighting up my core, dragging up that hunger that Blake had already stirred below the surface.
“I’m getting you ready for the ritual,” he said, his hand snaking over my breast. “I saw Blake kiss you before you did that…whatever you did. You’re right – it works, and we need that power now, so I’m doing my duty.”
“Your duty?” I murmured against his lips. “You didn’t get drafted.”
“Consider yourself lucky. I come from a long line of lazy buggers. It’s amazing I’m even here at all,” Flynn grinned ashis fingers slid under the hem of my sweatshirt, untucking my shirt even further from the hem of my skirt so he could drag his fingers over my bare skin. “I admit, this isn’t purely altruistic.”
“Oh, yeah?” My mind went straight back to what happened in the Great Hall – just before we started the spell to take us through the portal. To me and Flynn and Corbin, our bodies mashed together on the giant sofa, Flynn’s hands wrapped around my breasts and Corbin’s fingers dancing over?—
Flynn’s fingers moved up my side, grazing the underside of my bra. His urgent lips tore me back to the present, to the fact that I was standing only ten feet away from the other guys, tasting this delicious Irish man, my body pulsing with exquisite heat andhowdid I have any energy left for this? Wasn’t I exhausted? Didn’t I just want to collapse?
Only if Flynn collapsed with me, and only if he inched his fingers higher…lifting up the edge of my bra and stroking…oh…
I moaned against his lips as Flynn rolled my stiff nipple between his fingers, sending a shudder of delight right through my body.
“Where did you all disappear to…” Blake’s voice snaked around the corner of the sidhe.
I yanked my head away from Flynn, turning in the direction of Blake’s voice. This only slid Flynn’s hand deeper under my bra. He cupped my whole breast, squeezing a little as I shuddered.
“Don’t mind him,” Flynn’s fingers cupped my chin, directing my head back to him. “He’s had his kiss today.”
“Exactly. Now I have a taste for her.” Blake’s head popped up beside us, closer than I expected. Blake nodded at Flynn. “Can you blame me?”
I waited for Flynn to protest, especially because it was Blake – the two of them seemed to be in a pissing content when we were in the fae realm. But my Irish man winked.
“Not in the slightest.” Flynn’s lips found mine again, and I was lost in the glorious heat sweeping through my body and the ache between my legs that demanded attention.
Another set of hands grazed my sides. Blake moved around behind me, pressing his chest into my back, molding his body around mine. Flynn’s kisses grew more intense.
Blake’s fingers brushed my other nipple through the fabric of my shirt, sending jolts of delight through me. Flynn cupped my cheeks, his tongue probing deep in my mouth while his other hand cupped my breast, stroking one finger across my nipple.
