“I will accompany you,” Raza said.
“No, babe, you won't.”
“Excuse me?” He narrowed his golden eyes at me.
“I'm going to Hell alone because you're going to trust me to handle this by myself and not betray you. And when I get back, we can put this matter to bed for good.”
“Not the best choice of words, babe,” Killian drawled. “Come on, Beast Bro. You know we can always get Sever to laruk us to her.”
Raza cracked his neck, his wings rustling. “Very well. Go with my blessing, Seren. But you will scry me daily, and if I sense that anything is wrong, I will come after you. I will demolish that smug bastard and bring you home.”
“Agreed,” I said.
“And if we need you back here to fight whatever Fairy throws at us, you'll come back,” Kill added.
“Yes, of course,” I said.
My husbands nodded.
“One last thing, Seren.” Sever leaned toward me on an elbow. “Tell King Astaroth that if he tries to seduce you, I will remove Miri's suppression and let her deal with him.”
“Dear Goddess,” my father muttered.
Chapter Thirty-Nine
I said goodbye to all of my husbands and my children, laruking to Earth for Daxon and Caelum, to Unseelie for Raza and Shahzadi, and finally to Seelie for Tiernan and Falcas. I also retrieved my scry phone and Demon sword. The Anthousai and Seelie soldiers who'd been hurt by the blight were back to normal and had returned to their homes or, in the case of the soldiers, their barracks. It was a relief to have things back to normal in Seelie. Especially my husband.
Tiernan sprawled naked on our royal bed, perfect against the backdrop of gold and cream velvet. He motioned, and my feet rose from the floor, his magic taking me to him. Laughing, I shed my clothing along the way. As I reached the bed, Tiernan sat up to help me with my panties, his head bending to nuzzle me as he drew the silk away. And then he lay back, taking me with him, his magic still holding me aloft. Tiernan positioned me over his face and stared up at me as he gave me one last, erotic memory to take with me to Hell.
With those gleaming, metallic eyes staring up at me and Tiernan's elegant hands massaging my breasts, I let myself go. We had saved Seelie together, and we deserved to celebrate. I closed my eyes, braced myself on the headboard, and focused on the hot, wet feel of Tiernan's tongue working me into rapture.I couldn't keep still; my hips automatically undulating over him until he grabbed them and held me firm.
Circling my bud, Tiernan brought me into screaming release, and I convulsed over him. Thigh muscles gave way. I collapsed. But my husband was there to catch me with love and magic, laying me down on the velvet below him. Eyes fluttering open, I watched him settle between my legs. The hard length of him pressed against my aching center, but he only ground against me and slid over my sex. Tiernan was more interested in kissing me through the aftershocks of my climax, feeling me shudder against him. Only when my shivering stopped did he ease back and kiss his way down my throat to take the peak of my breast into his mouth.
“Tiernan,” I murmured.
“Remember me, Seren.” He sucked hard on my nipple before rising onto his knees.
“Always.”
“Look at me.”
I gladly looked, taking in my husband's glorious body—his sculpted chest drawing my attention down to his rippled belly, and then to the swollen piece of flesh he held in his hand. As I watched, he rubbed the pink, plump head through my sex, making it glisten. Then his questioning flesh found its path and pressed into me. I cried out, my thighs spreading wider and my eyes automatically closing.
“Don't look away!” Tiernan grabbed my hips and pulled me to him. “Look at us.”
I opened my eyes and fastened my gaze on the joining of our bodies. Once I focused on the erotic slide of Tiernan entering me, I couldn't look away. It was mesmerizing, that glossing rod going in and out with my body clinging to it. I propped myself on my arms to see better, and Tiernan pulled me astride his lap. Moving his legs forward and mine around him, he slowly ground up into me. We kept our upper bodies apart so we could watch our joining.
“We are one,” Tiernan said, pulling my gaze up to his face. “Even when apart.”
I kissed him, letting him feel what my heart had to say. Sweet at first, the kiss quickly changed into something wild, and I got on my knees to ride him. Ecstasy forced me to end our kiss so I could brace myself on Tiernan's shoulders and slam onto him faster. His hands wandered, cupping my breasts, rubbing my back, and sliding up my throat. But it was his silver gaze that made me shiver, the intensity in it magnifying my pleasure until it burst forth once more.
My muscles locked up as I clenched my husband's flesh inside me, and I threw my head back to moan. This was what I'd been missing—this sweet release without the taint of guilt. It was so good that I came down only to surge into a new round.
As I shuddered and mewled through the resurgence, Tiernan repositioned us again, turning me onto my stomach to enter me from behind. My brain shorted out with the influx of pleasure, and I went wild. Even though I was still at the end of a climax, I pushed onto my hands and knees, forcing Tiernan up onto his knees as well. With a primal cry, I slammed back onto him.
Tiernan was done letting me take over. He grabbed my hips to hold me still and thrust into me so powerfully that I had to brace one hand against the headboard to keep from knocking myself unconscious. Hair thrashing, body jerking, and eyes rolling back in my head, I was right back to loving Tiernan so completely that no one else mattered.
We came together, him roaring my name, and me screaming his. Smoothly, as we had done thousands of times, we turned toward each other and settled into an embrace. Only then did I remember I loved other men. But it was all right. I was prepared for it. This time, when my heart remembered it belonged to others, it didn't fill with guilt. I knew I would be consumed by each of my husbands when I was with them. Fully. Because I gave myself fully to them, and they to me. That's why I felt this way when I made love to one of them. It wasn't fickleness or inconstancy. It was devotion. It was a love so deep that it could blind me to other love for a little while. And I had it with five men.
