When he turns back to Lanlin, he grabs him by the arm and tugs him several steps into the desert. He throws questions animatedly at him about the desert animals like Lanlin isn’t the King of the kingdom where he’s been sent as a pet but is simply a friend.
Lanlin doesn’t react with outrage or anger like I’m expecting. He doesn’t even seem surprised. He’s becoming used to Daire.
In fact, he appears amused by how Daire handles him.
It’s as if they canfeeleach other’s souls.
They are still as sharp as blades, but I no longer believe that they want to turn them on each other.
I drop my hand to the knife at my waist.
Ever since Daire became Lanlin’s Blood Lover, the two of them have become closer in a way that I don’t understand. Untilthe same blood is pulsing through my veins, just like a bond, I suppose that I can’t.
Each night, Lanlin’s eyes snap open, and while Daire is still half-asleep, curled in my arms, Lanlin sinks his teeth into the fae’s neck like he’s addicted to his nectar taste.
Daire kisses me, moaning my name while he’s devoured by Lanlin.
I become wet with slick at the memory of how I slid down Daire tonight as I’d been dreaming about, while Lanlin held Daire trapped on his lap.
I sucked Daire’s hard cock into my mouth, swallowing his cum as Lanlin swallowed his blood.
Daire’s eyes were wild and desperate, as he was ruthlessly caught between Lanlin and me.
Lanlin came from nothing more than the pleasure of drinking from Daire, while watching me with his burgundy eyes as I pleasured Daire.
I smile, satisfied.
Who knew that there were so many options when you had two gorgeous men in your bed? How many more would there be if I could only convince these three enemies that making peace would be worth it for the orgasms alone?
Peace treaties would be easier if based on Alpha and Omega rutting.
Coming for peace?
On the moon, I’d volunteer.
I stare out over the blanket of the desert. Then I shiver, as a cool breeze ripples across the sand dunes. The sand’s tang turns the fig’s sweetness on the air bitter.
When I stroke Shadow’s soft fur, she purrs. Then I glance back over my shoulder at Sheut.
In the distance, the capital is lit up in the dark with torches, as if it’s been set on fire. It is the city that doesn’t sleep at night but slumbers all day.
“Good girl.” I pat Shadow again.
Devil snarls, casting me an aggrieved look.
“You’re a good girl too, Devil,” I add.
She lifts her head as if to sayI know, bitch, before she stalks back into the shade of the fig trees and settles down to sleep.
Lanlin prowls through the dark toward me. “Are you cold, dearheart?”
He holds out his hands to me, and I relish the feel of his skin, rather than the material of his gloves, as I take them.
I shuffle my legs to the side. When I jump off the back of Shadow, Lanlin catches me in his arms and swings me around.
I laugh, and Lanlin’s lips twitch.
Finally, he places me on the ground. He drags off his long black coat, which is heavy with bat embroidery. It has wide sleeves that have gold-embroidered armbands.
