Rilen kissed him, then passed him to me, and kissed him again. I felt Rilen wrap his arm around Aiko’s waist and hold him against us—but I knew Rilen, and a moment later, his hand was on Aiko’s ass, grabbing himself a handful and squeezing lightly.
“Oh, gods,” Aiko hissed and pushed himself deep inside, again and again.
Rilen’s hand snaked between us and found my clit, rubbing it gently. My body responded to his finger and Aiko’s dick, and in that moment, there was no way for me to stop the climax.
Aiko’s fangs dropped, and he drove them into Rilen’s neck.
The three of us came at the same time.
* * *
“Why is the moon out?” I grumbled.
“Because that’s where it’s supposed to be this time of day,” Roran answered quietly.
“Bugger off,” I whispered back just as quietly.
He chuckled lightly, then kissed my cheek. “I’m proud of you,ilati. You did what you wanted to do, what you knew was right to do.”
“But I may have lost Dorian forever…”
He laughed again, still quiet. “That man is more enamored of you than you can possibly comprehend. What he’s doing is out of pure jealousy. He doesn’t know Aiko and thinks he’s a threat.”
“He’s not,” I said. “Not at all.”
“But Dorian doesn’t know that, and now with his brother and the queen here, believe it or not… he’s a jumbled mess. And his jumbled mess comes out as anger and jealousy.”
I glanced at Roran. “And I’m just supposed to forgive that?”
“Hell no,” Roran said, shaking his head. “You shouldn’t forgive it at all. He is old and stuck in his ways. Because it’s not someone he brought to us, he doesn’t know how to handle it.”
“He handled Elex well,” I answered.
Roran stared off the bow of the boat and let the silence stretch a moment before glancing at me. “Was that sarcasm?”
I giggled. “I think perhaps I’ve been hanging around you two and King Belshazzar too much.”
“I don’t know what to do with a sarcastic Kimber.” He laughed, turning to me.
I raised an eyebrow. “I can think of lots of things.”
“Some of which echoed through the hull last night.”
Swallowing, I desperately tried not to laugh but couldn’t do a thing about turning bright red. “I need you to hush. The spit is growing thin, and if we’re not careful, I’ll scuttle the ship.”
He narrowed his eyes. “Isn’t scuttling done on purpose?”
I just stared straight ahead.
He leaned in and kissed my cheek. “I like this new you. Sarcasm and wit suit you,ilati.”
The ship slipped up Niallan’s Spit under the brightness of a half moon. We had reached the gorge around midafternoon and anchored far enough offshore that we looked like a fishing vessel. Just before the sun set, the tide changed, and we had to take the chance and hope we wouldn’t be seen.
We had been fortunate for the first two hours of the trip. The mizzen sail was enough to assist the tide in pulling us north into the spit.
Except for the rocks on either side of the entrance to the spit, there were no real features to the landscape. Everything seemed to disappear on the horizon. To the east, there were only flat plains as far as we could see. To the west were the low rolling hills that eventually met with the Scar.
As the wide bay of water we were sailing up grew narrower and narrower, we had to pull the mizzen sail down and trust the tide. The tides were a sixteen-hour cycle, and since we had caught it off the ebb, we would be able to make it most of the way up to the town.
