“I’ll call Judge,” Flynn pulled out her phone. “She’ll organise a search of the village. If he can’t act until then, he might be hiding out somewhere.” I raised an eyebrow at the idea of calling the officer who’d been part of the mob, and Flynn filled us in on the conversation he’d had with Wallace and Judge after he returned to Briarwood. I hoped he was right, that we could trust her.
With the press at the gates, we couldn’t go out to look for Daigh ourselves. Aline and Clara both tried a scrying spell to search for him, but because he didn’t have his fae power any longer, they came up with nothing. I sent out my spirit magic to Flynn’s statue and Ryan’s painting, and found them humming with belief. We were ready. The only thing we could do was wait.
Simon laid food out for us in the kitchen. We all sat around the island, staring at the platters of cold meat and cheese and fresh bread, unable to eat a morsel. The only sound was the clatter of camera shutters and the excited hum of the media circus wafting through the open window. Finally, I pushed my chair back.
“Get some sleep,” Ryan said. “Even with the belief magic, the battle tonight will be fierce.”
As if I needed reminding. I trudged down the hallway toward the guest wing. Footsteps clattered after me. Flynn fell in step beside me. He ran his hand down my arm, leaving behind a trail of heat. “Your skin’s sizzling with magic, Einstein,” he grinned.
“Rowan might’ve had something to do with that.” On the other side of me, Rowan stiffened.
“I guess you don’t need an extra magical boost?” Flynn lifted an eyebrow suggestively. Blake appeared behind him, flashing me his trademark smirk.
“I didn’t say that,” I replied, my stomach fluttering with heat.
I turned a corner in the hall. Blake grabbed my hand and spun my body around, so I ended up with my back against thewall, his chest pressed against mine. His fingers grazed over my breast, bringing my nipple to attention through the thin fabric of my t-shirt.
I still hadn’t forgiven him for invading my dream and running off with Rowan, but his emerald eyes smouldered with my own reflected desire. My body arched against him. I needed to lose myself in him.
Blake’s lips caught mine, blazing fire through my body. All thoughts of resting and demons and the Slaugh flew from my mind as his kiss broke down all my barriers. I was wide open, and he poured his desire into me.
I hooked my legs behind Blake’s. He shoved me into the wall, grinding his hard cock against my sex until my body begged for release. His hands shoved up my shirt and bra and pinched my nipples. I whimpered against his lips as the pain only heightened the burning heat inside me.
I adjusted my leg, accidentally kicking a side table and knocking over an ugly ceramic vase. Flynn dived and caught it before it smashed on the marble floor.
“We should probably take this back to our bedroom,” Flynn whispered, setting the vase right. Reluctantly, Blake slid off me, and he and Flynn both took my hands. “We wouldn’t want to destroy any more of Ryan’s house.”
My body was so fired up that right then I didn’t care who saw us. I wanted the whole world to know how much I loved these boys, and how they completed me in a way I never thought possible.
We ran to our bedroom. Blake sat on the edge of the bed, pulling me down so I straddled him. His cock ground against me through his black jeans. Flynn climbed up behind us, tugging off my shirt and bra and stroking my breasts until I moaned against Blake’s relentless tongue.
As Blake’s kisses stoked the fires of my need, Flynn kissed along my collarbone, drawing a moan of desire from deep inside me. Rowan’s soft hands skimmed my sides and circled my breasts, his touch liquid fire against my skin.
“On your back, Princess,” Blake grinned, throwing me on the bed. “Let’s all of us get a go at you.”
I obeyed, clambering back and laying my body across the sheets. Blake’s mouth closed over my nipple, sucking it hard. My back arched with pleasure. My hands flew to his head, winding my fingers through his hair, encouraging him to suck harder. He nipped at the tip and stars danced in my eyes.
“Oh, we want a bit of pain today, do we?” Blake’s eyes glinted. He grabbed my wrists in both hands and held them above my head. “As always, Princess, I am but a humble servant.”
His teeth grazed the edge of my nipple as his fingers dug into my wrists. Someone moved between my legs as a second pair of lips closed over my other nipple, catching it between teeth and tongue. Rowan’s locs fanned over my thighs as he kissed a trail up my legs, his tongue darting inside me, teasing the ache in my belly to breaking point, before closing his lips over my clit.
Rowan stroked his tongue over me, soft and languid, a direct contrast to the hardness of Blake and Flynn. The ache inside me filled with a growing well of magic. My legs jerked as Rowan flicked his tongue against me, and my body shuddered with an intense orgasm.
I’d barely recovered when Flynn batted Rowan out of the way. “You’ve already had your turn today, mate.”
“Hey,” I protested, my voice tight with mounting pleasure. “There’s plenty of Maeve to go around... ”
My protests faded into groans of ecstasy as Flynn attacked my clit with his tongue while Blake devoured my mouth, biting my lip and pinching my nipples until another wild orgasm tore through me. I was still crying out when Blake grabbed myankles, jerking my body across the bed and piercing me on his cock.
We crashed into each other, two opposing forces meeting in an inferno of chemical reactions. Blake drove himself into me with a power and fury I’d never known before, and I bucked my hips to meet every stroke with my power.
Blake’s smirk wavered as his muscles tightened and the lip of his cock jerked inside me. My fingers tightened around his shoulders, relishing as his orgasm claimed him and for a moment I got that precious glimpse beyond his facade to the lonely boy raised by the fae who was learning what it was to love a family, and to lose them.
Blake slunk back and Flynn climbed up beside me. I wrapped my body around his, my spirit magic crackling against his skin. Flynn, the joker who had been my rock ever since Corbin and Arthur, who thought he contributed nothing but was the glue that held our coven together. I needed to show him how much he was loved and needed. I needed him to free himself.
I rolled onto my stomach, bending my knees and thrusting my ass in the air. Flynn grabbed my thighs and thrust inside me, his cock twitching as I took in his whole length with a gasp.
Flynn bucked against me, his strokes frantic, without rhythm or sense. He had so much baggage, so much insecurity about himself and his place in the world. If I could heal him through my body, then that was the greatest gift I could give him.
