“Hold on,” his intense stare pierced me. “You haven't said a word against having two lovers. Every other time we've talked about it, you've immediately protested.”
“What?” I looked away as heat rushed to my cheeks. “So? Of course I don't want two lovers.”
I didn't, did I? Something twisted in my gut, and I remembered my promise to Danu. Alright, let's be fair then. How did I feel about the thought of having both Tiernan and Raza? A shiver coasted through me, and desire pooled low in my belly. Oh damn me, I liked the idea. I did want them both. Maybe Iwasbecoming more fey. Whatever it was, it had weakened my resistance to the idea of multiple consorts.
“Youdowant it,” Tiernan whispered in shock. “Seren, we must speak to Raza.”
“Wait,” I held up a hand. “Ijustforgave you. That doesn't mean I'm ready to be intimate with you again.”
“Your eyes tell another story,” he smiled.
“Stop it,” I got out of bed. “I need some time to think this through. If I talk to Raza, and that's a big 'if', then I will do it alone. I don't want you up in his face about this.”
“I want you back,” Tiernan's face settled into determined lines, “and I won't stop until I have you.”
“Fantastic,” I shook my head at him. “You go from cold bastard to stubborn bastard. Just lay off, Tiernan. There's a lot going on right now. I-”
He reached up, grabbed my hand, and pulled me back down beside him. Without another word, he kissed me. Hard. Deep. Passionately. His scent enveloped me, and it all came surging back. Us. Tiernan and I together. Zings like electricity ran down my legs. Shivers coasted over my skin. Muscles clenched. I felt dizzy, and yet so very focused. My hands knew the feel of him and wanted more. Sweet Danu, I had missed him.
“You were right, Seren,” Tiernan whispered after he pulled away. “You deserved more from me. I'm ready to give it to you now. To love you more than Danu herself. Forever.”
“Isn't she with the dragon-djinn?” Eibhleann's voice broke the spell, and I surged away from Tiernan.
“Damn it, Tiernan,” I pushed out of bed again. “Why is it always the worst timing with you?”
“Is it?” Tiernan lifted a pale brow. “Or is it perfect timing? I think maybe it's always been perfect timing.”
Chapter Seven
Killian arrived shortly after Tiernan made his declaration about perfect timing. I feel like there's some irony in that.
“Seren, you're okay,” Killian let out a relieved breath. Then he set his annoyed stare on Tiernan. “A scry would have been nice.”
“Did you catch the elves?” Tiernan shot back.
“No, they disappeared,” Killian huffed.
“Fucking elves,” Tiernan swore.
“Whoa, T-man, I don't think I've ever heard such language from you before,” Killian chuckled. “It's refreshing and disturbing all at once. Kinda like hearing your grandma swear.”
“I've heard him swear before,” Bress grimaced. “Usually in reference to you.”
“Oh, that must be why I haven't heard it,” Killian nodded sagely. “When Tiernan says my name, I automatically tune him out.”
“Are you finished?” I asked Kill.
“Sorry,” he grimaced. “I was worried. It's made me a little mouthy.”
“You must get worried a lot,” Bress muttered.
“How did you find me here?” I asked Killian.
“My superior powers of deduction,” he shrugged. “I twilighted over to your castle, found out you weren't there, then twilighted here before dusk ended. I figured this would be the closest sanctuary to the SF rath.”
“He's not as dumb as he looks,” Tiernan smirked.
Cat huffed noncommittally.
