“Talkin''bout it.”
I rolled my eyes. “If you're going to be a rebellious student, you'll never learn.”
“Are you even qualified to teach me? Maybe I should go to Faerie.”
I considered that, then said, “I'm just as qualified as any faerie, more so because I wasn't born with active Fey magic. And I can't send you to Faerie right now because you never showed up during the five months I was pregnant.”
“Because you hadn't come back yet.”
“I did come back; here I am.”
“Now. But not when you were in Faerie.”
“Yes, while I was in Faerie.” I patted his arm. “You'll catch on eventually. It's all connected. If you were meant to go to Faerie to learn how to control your magic, I would have sent you. I didn't, so you need to stay here.”
“That's ridiculous. You're making the decision now. You can decide to send me now.”
“But then it would change what I've already experienced, and that causes problems.”
“Ugh!” Austin threw his flame-less hands into the air, then stomped away muttering, “Damn crazy Yankee gods.”
Chapter Nine
After flying all afternoon, the twins went to bed without a problem. Then I tucked in Vero and, finally, Lesya. Their fathers joined me, each with their children, ending with Lesya and Kirill. It also happened to be Kirill's night with me.
My husbands and I functioned on a scheduled rotation that had recently been adjusted. We alternated days, or nights rather, when each of them got to spend a night alone with me. Then, at the end of every month, I spent an entire week with one of them away from Pride Palace. The pregnancy had put a pause on all that, but now I was back and ready to spend the night with my black lion.
“Do you want to go to our cave or stay here?” I asked Kirill as we headed down the tower stairs to the master bedroom.
“You've been gone so long, ve vant to share tonight, zen return to schedule tomorrow,” he said.
“All of you tonight?” I lifted my brows as I stepped out into the master suite.
“Unless you're too tired.” Trevor licked his lips, reminding me of our unfinished business.
They were all there, waiting for us—Trevor, Odin, Azrael, Re, and Viper. With Kirill, that made five. Five lovers to pleasure. And to pleasure me. Isn't life grand?
“I'm not tired at all.” I started to strip.
Eager growls and appreciative murmurs greeted my bare skin, and the men began to hurry out of their clothes as well. Once we were naked, I kind of fell forward, and they caught me, hands and lips caressing me as they carried me to the enormous four-poster bed on its stone platform. Trevor leaned down, his midnight hair tickling my face as he kissed me, and when he eased back, his honey eyes were softly glowing.
The mattress had been stripped down to the bottom sheet, but they'd left the pillows. They laid me down, making sure to set my head upon one of those pillows, then closed in around me. The men didn't so much pounce as flow forward over me like the tide. Powerful hands kneaded, stroked, and rubbed me everywhere, sending wave after wave of delightful sensations shivering through me even as I relaxed into their love.
My legs were eased apart, and someone settled between them, but my focus was on Re, who was busy at my left breast, sucking on my nipple as he worked my flesh with his golden-brown hand—emphasis on the gold. Re's skin shimmered in the low lights, looking as if he were dusted in metallic powder. But beneath that shine was desert-dark skin, tempering the gleam, turning bright gold into something more antique. More precious. I ran my hand through his walnut hair, bringing the highlights out to shine as well.
Out of all my lovers, Re was the most divine in appearance—in all aspects of the word. Making love to him was often surreal for me. Not only was he breathtakingly handsome, but his golden skin also made him look as if he were truly born in the heavens, formed out of the most precious materials. A gold god made to rule the world. But I was his world now and most of the time, Re focused his divinity on me. His divinity and his substantial knowledge of sexual techniques. The way he moved his tongue and sucked at my nipple created sensations nearly as magnificent as what Kirill was conjuring between my legs.
Kirill had his hip-length, raven hair bound in a braid, but that thick rope slid over my thigh and calf as he flicked his tongue over my sex and teased me with his fingers. He looked up and caught my stare with his deep-ocean eyes. So intense. So beautiful. Especially when they stared at me like that, as if he weren't merely giving me pleasure but was worshiping me. An adoring acolyte eager to give his goddess whatever she craved from him. I reached down and stroked his cheek so he'd know that I adored him just as obsessively. He nuzzled my hand and continued his worship.
The ecstasy was already reaching an explosive point. I cried out and rolled my head on the pillow, turning toward Odin. He had risen to his knees and held his thick shaft like an offering. I licked my lips as I brought my gaze down from the stern angles of his Viking face, to the solid bulges of his pecs, to his washboard abs, and at last, his cock. It blushed pink at the plum tip and started to weep in need.
I groaned as I stretched my neck toward it.
“Just relax and open your mouth,” Odin said as he leaned over and brought his cock to me.
I closed my eyes in delight as that hard flesh slid over my tongue, forcing my jaw even wider. It tasted just like he smelled—of mountain air and sunshine, a clean, masculine flavor that made my mouth water. With one hand propped on the headboard, Odin began to pump his hips, working into me gently, feeling his way forward until I was comfortable taking all of him. Then his free hand cupped my face, and he sped up.
As I moaned around Odin, Kirill's wet finger slid down from my sex to that other place, circled it, then plunged inside. My hips began to work without conscious thought, pumping up and down between Kirill's mouth and hand. The Lion God growled against my flesh, sending zings up my spine, and my whole body tensed as I came, screaming around Odin's cock.
