Текст книги "Noble Blood"
Автор книги: Dana Bell
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Chapter Five
“What the hell do youwant?”
Charles Malmayne paused on his way out of the white limo, his silvery gray eyes widening in astonishment. “Is that any way to greet your uncle?”
Through sheer force of will Duncan kept himself from grinding his teeth. He did notneed this right now. He had another mate to Claim, some Vows to recite. He watched his uncle get out of the limo and make his way toward the stairs.
“Perhaps we should take this inside.” Charles gestured to the front door, for all the world as if he was inviting Duncan into hishome. Charles had always been arrogant, but since Cullen had passed away he’d gotten bold.
“I don’t think so.” Duncan planted himself in front of the door and crossed his arms. “There’s no reason we can’t take care of our business quickly and efficiently. State your business, Uncle.”
“We have much more to discuss than apparently you are aware of.” Charles smiled, and something about the older Sidhe’s expression had Duncan’s shoulders tightening in anticipation. Duncan’s own face must have been colder than he thought, because his uncle’s next words were, “Aren’t you going to invite me inside?”
“No.”
Charles sighed. “Very well. There is unrest among the clan members. Several of us feel you have not upheld the obligations the lord of the Malmaynes must meet.”
“Such as the punishment of the Dunne clan, the mating of Leo and a suitable Malmayne female, and the execution of Jaden Blackthorn?”
“So you are aware of our demands.”
Demands? Duncan could feel his fury trying to creep over his face but managed to keep it off. No way would he allow Charles to see him upset. “We owe honor debt to the Dunnes. You know this.”
“None of it would have happened if Leo Dunne had just chosen to accept the marriage to Kaitlynn. You know this, Duncan. Something could have been arranged with his pet human. It’s not as if it hasn’t been done before.”
“Theirs is a true bond.”
“Oberon himself proved that under the right incentive a true bond could be broken.”
Duncan’s eyes went wide. “Oberon’s bond was dissolved by the Gods themselves.” And that was only after the Dark Queen had been shown to be in league with pure evil.
“So Oberon would have you believe.” Charles put his hand on Duncan’s arm. Duncan was stunned. How could Charles believe a true bond could be set aside by nothing more than will? “I know two clan members who are willing to fulfill the Malmayne end of the bargain.”
He needed to nip that thought before it bloomed. “That contract is between the heads of the two households. As there is no longer a daughter of Clan Malmayne, the contract cannot be fulfilled that way.”
Charles shook his head. “Duncan. You knowwho I mean.”
His eyes narrowed. “The point is moot. The marriage contract has already been fulfilled. I am married to Moira Dunne.”
“She is unsuitable.”
Duncan took a deep breath, the rage building deep within him. How darehe malign Duncan’s chosen? “She is mine.”
“What about the debt owed by the Dunnes?”
Duncan rolled his eyes. He was done with this topic. “Get it through your thick skull. We damaged the Dunnes. Got it? Weowe them.”
Charles merely shrugged. “And the vampire?”
In an instant, his fists were curled in Charles’s pristine black lapels. For the first time in at least four hundred years he lost his temper in front of a rival. “Jaden is mine.” Charles was a threat to Duncan’s chosen family, and he would see to it that he never came near either Moira or Jaden again.
Charles carefully pulled free of his grasp. “I see. You understand the clan will have something to say about this?”
His lips curled in a feral smile. “Bring it on.”
“Very well then.” His uncle straightened his jacket and stalked back toward the limo. “Duncan?”
“Yes?”
“I will miss you.” Charles got back into the limo with a small wave, shutting the door behind him.
Duncan watched the limousine pull away. What else could go wrong today? He’d have to figure out a way to get Moira and Jaden to return to New York with him, because his worst fears were now confirmed. The clan wanted to replace him as their lord. It was becoming obvious who the rest of the clan wanted as his replacement.
He ground his teeth in fury. Charles Malmayne was his father’s younger brother, born fifty years after Duncan. He had the bloodline to lay claim to the clan if Duncan should falter. The others would accept him without hesitation. He had two daughters, each one willing to take Kaitlynn’s place on Leo Dunne’s arm. Once they discovered he was mated to Jaden they’d have the backing of the White Queen, Glorianna. Her hatred for vampires was legendary in the White Court, which was why most non-Black vampires joined the Gray Court, even the ones with good hearts like Jaden. Where that hatred sprang from Duncan had no clue, but the Queen could be rabid on the subject. If she backed them up all the way he’d find himself under Charles’s thumb before he could blink.
But first he needed to know why the fulfillment of the Malmayne-Joloun marriage contract was so important to his clan. He had to find out before Charles made his move or he would be forced to bow to his uncle’s rule. Charles, elitist bigot that he was, would never tolerate a vampire in the clan. Jaden would be put to death on his orders, and there would be nothing Duncan could do about it. Not without…
He frowned. No. That option was a possibility but not something he dared contemplate, not until there were no other options left to them. He’d have to think of something else.
He turned to enter the house, the argument with Charles fresh in his mind. He knew what Moira had been up to in the office, knew she’d begun to lay her Claim to Jaden. Duncan’s eyes narrowed. Maybe that was the way to save them both. Claim them, Bind them, make them his in such a way that not even Charles could object. Once the true bond was in place it would take an act of the Gods to separate them no matter what Charles thought. Glorianna would be pissed, but since Jaden was Gray Court there would be nothing she could do about it. Duncan might be able to win the rest of the Clan over, given enough time. He would have to if he wished to remain their lord.
He would need to convince Jaden that bonding him in the Sidhe way was the best course of action. Jaden seemed reluctant to even consider that Duncan might want him, and while Duncan was hurt by that he could understand it. He’d fought his occasional bouts of attraction for the vampire for a century, unwilling to take advantage of his bond brother. Duncan shook his head, disgusted with himself. All of the current anguish could have been avoided if he’d just listened to what his heart was telling him. How could he have been so blind? He’d had no desire for another man after his bonding with Jaden, the need completely veiled though he’d more than slated his lust with women. He hadn’t questioned the fact that his desire for other men had gone away for decades.
Maybe he wasn’t fit to run the clan after all if he could completely miss the signs of his true bond.
“So? What did Charlie boy want?”
He turned, startled. He hadn’t heard Jaden come to the front door. Duncan paused, staring at his bondmate. Something about the way Jaden stood had him concerned. His stance was nonchalant, but Duncan could see the tense set of his shoulders. It could have been the result of Moira’s seduction attempt or the knowledge that Charles had been the unexpected, insistent visitor, but Duncan wasn’t certain and Jaden was still partially blocking him from his mind. “He wants to take over the clan and have either Constance or Cecelia marry Leo.”
Jaden’s eyebrows shot up. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”
“Nope.” He continued up the stairs, his gaze locked on Jaden’s tempting mouth. Sooner or later he’d have to kiss the man, taste him, and begin the process of Claiming him.
He couldn’t wait.
“Charles is an idiot.” Jaden’s eyes were narrowed on the retreating limousine, the tail lights a blur in the distance. “I’ll need to investigate him.”
“I want you to be careful.” He stopped next to Jaden and turned, following his bondmate’s gaze. “If Charles is the one behind all of this, we’ve got more problems than I thought.” He didn’t need to go into too many details, not with Jaden. They might have to explain it to Moira, but Jaden had been with him long enough to understand the Malmayne family dynamics.
“Think the others will fall into line like good little lemmings?”
Duncan snorted. He shouldn’t be amused, but he was. “Right off the cliff and into the Black.” He shifted closer to Jaden, hoping his future lover wouldn’t notice how their shoulders were almost touching. “Have you tried going to Queen Glorianna?” Jaden shot him a disbelieving look and he winced. “Sorry.” The only vampires that served the White Court Sidhe were members of the Gray, like Jaden. Those vampires were barely tolerated and stayed far, far away from Glorianna and her official Court. Suggesting Jaden talk to the White Queen was beyond stupid. He could only blame it on the scent of his bondmate and the desire that he finally allowed to course freely through his veins.
“I’m going to head out for a while.” Jaden grinned. “I’m hungry.”
Duncan was aware of what Jaden needed and, in the past, had shown himself willing to provide. Maybe it would be the first step in showing Jaden he was wanted by both Moira and himself. “You can eat here.”
Jaden laughed, the sound sending shivers of lust down Duncan’s spine. Damn, Duncan was definitely an idiot. “I’m not hungry for food.”
“Blood, then.” He turned to Jaden, unsure if he’d accept all Duncan was prepared to offer.
“Not blood, either.” He clapped Duncan on the arm. “Three’s a crowd, remember?”
Duncan smiled. Today had been a very long day, and he knew just how he wanted it to end. “I don’t think so.” Without batting an eye he dove into Jaden’s fantasies and began weaving a dream for the man he now realized he loved with all of his soul. If Jaden thought he was going to go off into the night and fuck some random stranger when his bondmates were right here then he had another think coming.
“Duncan?”
He smiled, feeling whole again. He’d known she’d come out. She had to. The fantasy wasn’t complete without her. “Moira. Help me get him inside, will you?”
She took one of Jaden’s arms, grinning like a loon. “What did you do to him?” Jaden’s eyes were glazed as he lived the fantasy Duncan had wrapped around him.
“I’ll need your help.” Getting them both inside was top priority. He was seeing both his internal vision and his real surroundings, and it was beginning to give him a headache. It had been a while since he’d been forced to weave a fantasy yet keep most of his own senses in the real world. He had to trust Moira to get them to the bedroom without breaking all their necks.
The biggest surprise was finding out what Jaden’s deepest fantasy was. The stench of that alleyway was not something he’d ever expected to visit ever again. Now he’d be forced to inflict it on Moira. He hoped she’d stay in character. If she gave even a hint that she didn’t belong Jaden might fight them, and that was the last thing he wanted.
Once they reached the bedroom he had every intention of pulling both his lovers into the fantasy so deeply they might not even realize it wasn’t real. He smiled, knowing that if any of his clan got a look at his face just then they’d run for the hills in fear. Nothing, nothingwas going to stop him from finishing his Vows tonight.
Jaden stumbled and Duncan righted him, holding up his love, helping him the best way he could. Moira adjusted, carrying Jaden’s weight with a grunt and a small smile.
Just the way it should be.
They got Jaden naked before they put him in the bed. It would be easier that way on all of them. They were about to hit the point where Duncan interrupted Jaden from feeding on Jezebel, and he’d need Moira to back him up. He slipped out of his own clothes, trying desperately to hold to both Jaden’s strong mind and enough of reality to climb into bed before pulling Moira into the fantasy with them.
When she cuddled to Jaden’s front with a nod and a smile, he sighed and let go of reality, pulling her along with him.
Moira heard the sound off to her left, the stench from the alley causing her to wrinkle her nose. “Duncan?”
His gaze was glued to something in the dark. “He’s in there. Waiting.”
She sniffed, and then desperately wished she hadn’t. “ Thisis his fantasy?”
“This is where I found him and set him free.”
“Oh.” She brushed her hand down the front of her pinstriped coat. The collar was so high and so starched the skin on her neck crawled. Her feet were encased in boots that had never been designed by Reebok, some kind of torture device was forcing her back straight and her tits out, and she had the kind of hat on her head that she’d vaguely heard referred to as a “vagina hat”, all curled up at the sides and so full of feathers at least three ostriches must have given their lives for it. Her skirts, plural mind you, brushed the tops of her so-called boots, and her hands were stuck inside a dead animal.
“It’s called a muff.”
She looked at him, brows raised.
Duncan coughed, his lips twitching. “Get your mind out of the gutter, Moira.”
She looked around. “I thought that’s exactly where it was supposed to be.”
He bit his lip. “Are you ready?”
If her back wasn’t already held straight by the wooden plank she was currently strapped to she would have stiffened her spine. As it was, she was afraid she’d snap something off if she did. “Whenever you are.”
He nodded and stepped into the mouth of the alleyway. She followed at a much more cautious distance, one eye on Duncan and the other on the slimy stuff that littered the ground. What the hell was wrongwith these people? Hadn’t they ever heard of a trash can? She dodged a particularly noxious pile of…ew. Or a toilet?
“Here, kitty kitty.” Moira blinked as Duncan called to a small, battered cat at the end of the alley. “It’s all right, little one. I won’t hurt you.”
“Go away. Please go away.”
Her gloved hand went to her mouth. Jaden sounded scared, desperate. Desolate.
Young. Gods above, how old had he been when he’d been changed?
“Who is there?” Wariness had entered Duncan’s voice, but it was an act, part of the illusion Duncan wove for the vampire. It might have been real all those years ago, but now Duncan trusted Jaden with his life.
“Nightmares. Go away.”
“Come out where I can see you.”
“No.”
“I will not hurt you.”
At that Jaden laughed. “No. But I might hurt you, and I do not want to do that.”
“I doubt you could hurt me, little one.”
“I am not a little one.”
“No, I can see that.”
Jaden gasped, his head rapping against the brick wall. Duncan’s fingers had reached out and tipped up Jaden’s chin, but the vampire ripped his face away, hiding his fangs behind his arm. “Get away.”
“No.”
“Go!”
Duncan shook his head. “No. You need help.”
“I don’t need help.”
Moira was astonished. If this was the way it had originally happened, Jaden had fought every instinct he had to save Duncan’s life. Even she could see how much pain he was in, how hungry he was. Duncan had seen that inner strength, that shining nobility, and taken him in, given him a life that wasn’t about pain and degradation. No wonder Jaden loved him so.
Duncan reached out and cupped Jaden’s cheek. “Yes, you do.” He smiled, slow and sensual. “I know exactly what you need.”
Jaden frowned, looking confused before the hopeless defeat took over once more. “Go away.”His eyes closed, his head banging once more against the filthy bricks.
“No. Jaden, I won’t leave you.”
The confused frown returned at Duncan’s declaration. “What?”
Duncan smiled. “Moira?”
She stepped forward, avoiding a rather large, angry-looking rat. If she hadn’t known this was a Sidhe fantasy she would have been shrieking and climbing the nearest wall. “Hello, Jaden.”
He shivered. The rags he wore barely covered him. “Who are you?”
She smiled. “Deep down, you know who I am.” She reached his side and took his hand. “We belong to you, and you belong to us.” Her free hand reached for his cheek. Even through the glove she could feel how cold he was. “We’ve needed you.”
His eyes closed again. “No. I’m a monster.” His eyes opened, those dark, Vampiric eyes, red flames dancing deep within their depths. “You have to leave.”
“Jaden.” Duncan placed his hand on the back of Jaden’s head. “I told you I know what you need.” He gently pulled the vampire forward, tilting his head and exposing his throat. “Drink, and bond with me.”
With a sob Jaden struck, sinking his fangs into Duncan’s neck. She could hear the faint sucking sounds as Jaden drank deep. He moaned, snuggling up against the taller Sidhe, his arms wrapped so tightly around Duncan she was surprised the other man could breathe.
Duncan’s head tipped back, a look of pure ecstasy on his face. He cradled the vampire to him, holding him, rocking against him. With a start she realized that Duncan was getting off on Jaden’s bite.
How could he not have known?He musthave felt this the first time Jaden bit him. Or what about all of the times since then? Did he fool himself into thinking that the desire he felt was nothing more than the result of the bite, Jaden’s vampiric nature taking hold and playing with his body?
“Jaden. Amoureaux. Enough. Moira needs you now.”
Jaden lifted his crimson dotted lips, his gaze centering on her. The hunger in their black depths would have frightened her if she hadn’t seen the way he’d taken Duncan. For all his hunger he’d been surprisingly gentle, keeping the Sidhe from feeling anything more than he had to.
A red-stained tongue licked his lips. “Moira.” The hungry way he said her name had her quaking in her boots partially from fear, partially from lust. His eyes narrowed on her, his body quivering as if he expected her to run.
She had no intention of doing anything so stupid. She smiled and held out her hand. “Jaden.”
He was on her so fast she didn’t even have time to gasp. Twin pricks of white-hot pain were her only warning before pure liquid lust shot through her system. Every pull on her neck felt like he’d scraped his tongue across her clit. Her nipples throbbed with unfulfilled need. She pulled him down to her, content to let him take what he needed and give her everything he was.
Duncan stepped up behind Jaden, circling him from behind, his arm wrapping around Jaden’s waist. “You belong to us now.”
Jaden whimpered, his fangs retracting. There was wetness along her neck and she had no idea if it was blood, tears or a combination of both. She couldn’t find it in her to care, other than her bondmate suffered needlessly, something borne out by his words. “You don’t…you don’t need me.”
Duncan snorted. “Oh, really?” She watched him kiss Jaden’s ear. “We weren’t complete without you. Please, Jaden. Please come home with us.” He pressed a kiss to Jaden’s neck. “Make us whole.”
She nodded. “Don’t leave us alone again.”
Jaden stiffened in her arms. When his head lifted they were human again and filled with tears. “I don’t want to be alone.”
The momentary grief in Duncan’s expression matched the loneliness in Jaden’s. She had to fix this, had to be the one who warmed them both. “None of us have to be. We’re one now, like we were always meant to be.” She reached around until she had taken a hand of each of them. “Are we ready to go?”
Jaden gasped. “Wait!” He turned back. “The cat. Please? Let me take the cat.”
Duncan smiled. “Of course, Jaden. We can’t leave Jezebel here.”
“You named her already?” Jaden picked up the now docile cat, cradling her gently in his arms.
“You’ll name her after we get the both of you cleaned up.” Duncan took Moira’s arm and began to lead her from the alley.
Jaden petted the scrawny, filthy cat. “I like the name Jezebel.” He smiled, a ghost of the quirky humor he’d display in his prime. “She’s a streetwalker like me.”
Duncan’s free hand went to the small of Jaden’s back, but Moira could sense his irritation. He didn’t like hearing Jaden describe himself that way. She wondered how he’d reacted the first time he’d heard it. “I’ll have us all home shortly. I promise you, you’ll never be alone again.”
The frown was back in Jaden’s eyes, but it was too late. Mist swirled, and suddenly they were in a sumptuous bedroom. The style of the furniture was definitely turn of the century, the pieces done in mahogany with painted floral panels. The wardrobe was mirrored, the legs on all of the pieces tapered and straight with a slight bend at the bottom that led to a club-like end. The mirror on the dressing table had that sort of shield shape common to pieces of the period. The large four poster bed could easily fit all three of them. The floors were polished hardwood. The chair by the dressing table was done in a rose patterned fabric. The windows were covered in airy lace, the walls done in a pale rose.
She hated it on sight. She shuddered delicately. “Grandma, we’re home.”
Duncan sighed. “Moira.”
She shrugged. What could she say? She’d always been something of a mid-century modern girl. If she had her way the farmhouse back home would be done in bright colors and contemporary furniture. As it was she was going to have a lot of redecorating to do at Duncan’s place.
Jaden was looking around the bedroom with dazed eyes. “She’s right. This is…”
“Mothballs and Ben Gay.” She turned to Duncan with her hands on her hips. “Either the décor is going or I’m not coming.”
“Moira!”
“Seriously. It’s like sneaking into my grandmother’s room to lose my virginity. It sounds naughty on paper but when you actually get there? Ew.”
Jaden’s shoulders began to shake. The fantasy Duncan had so carefully woven was cracked, but not completely broken.
Duncan glared at her. “Fine. You don’t want Jaden’s fantasy? How about one of your own?”
Jaden’s mouth dropped open. “Wait. Fantasy?” He blinked, his expression turning fierce. Suddenly he looked much more like the hundred year old vampire he truly was. “Duncan.”
Uh-oh.“Oops.”
Duncan growled, mist swirled, and suddenly they were back in Duncan’s office, only this time it was the dead of night. Jaden was spread out on the leather couch, his cock deep in Duncan’s mouth. The two men were beautiful in the dappled moonlight, one so fair, the other so dark.
“Oh shit.” Jaden’s head fell back, his hips lifting in time to Duncan’s descending mouth.
Moira smiled. Here was her fantasy, watching her two men love one another, knowing that at the end they would Claim Jaden. Duncan would make him his just as he’d Claimed her. Jaden would be theirs. He’d have no way out of it, nowhere he could hide from it.
It was perfect.
She grabbed the chair Jaden had been sitting in earlier and dragged it to the sofa so that she could watch, possibly even participate. She too needed to finish her Claim on Jaden, but for now she was content to watch. When Duncan was done, it would be her turn to Claim her vampire.
She could hardly wait.
“Duncan. Stop. Don’t do this.” Jaden’s hands reached down and tugged on Duncan’s hair, trying to pull him off his cock. It was probably the hardest thing he’d ever done, trying to get those perfect lips to let him go, but he had to. Duncan was making a huge mistake, one he’d regret for the rest of his life.
Duncan’s teeth bit into him just enough to let Jaden know the Sidhe had no intention of letting him go. Silver gray eyes glittered at him from under a fall of golden bangs, the determination in them so fierce Jaden’s hands fell away. Duncan had decided to take Jaden and unless Jaden was willing to hurt him there was nothing he could do about it.
Like I really want to stop him. No, Duncan. I hate blowjobs. Feel free to stop any time now.Jaden snorted.
“What’s so funny?”
His eyes darted to Moira and went wide. She sat there and watched them, naked yet far from vulnerable. He opened his mouth to answer when Duncan swirled his tongue around the head of his cock. “Oh hell.” He groaned. Fuck, the Sidhe knew what he was doing.
Jaden blinked and growled down at the Sidhe. Duncan knew exactlywhat he was doing. “Son of a bitch.”
Moira smirked at him. “Just figured it out, did you?”
He scowled at her, or at least he tried to. It was difficult to be pissed when your cock was being devoured by an expert.
Oh. Oh.His eyes damn near crossed. He had to have Duncan explain that swirly tongue thing. That fucking rocked. He couldn’t wait to return the favor.
Moira stood up and walked toward him, her nipples begging for his attention. “You know what? I want in.” She bent down and bit at his lower lip. “Are you going to let me play, too?”
He felt more than saw Duncan’s nod of approval and reached for the other half of his heart. “C’mere.” Jaden pulled her down to her knees and took one of her ripe nipples into his mouth, sucking on her with all the hunger in him. He cupped her pussy, delighted to feel the wet fire under his fingertips. He stroked across her clit, enchanted by her moans. His free hand went down to Duncan’s head, ran through the silky golden strands before cupping the back. He wanted to feel Duncan’s rhythm, be part of what was happening rather than the oral sacrifice all laid out and ready to be devoured.
They said they wanted him. They said they needed him. Well, fuck if they weren’t going to gethim. Nobility be damned, he ached.
He wanted to sink into them both, make them a part of him. He needed in ways he never had before. The knowledge that the two people he cared most about were desperate to have him was an aphrodisiac even more potent than his bite.
Vampires may not have the Sidhe Claim, Vow, Binding thing, but they had their own form of mating that was nearly as potent, almost as strong. He would take these two, make them his, declare them his bondmates for all the world to see. No one would ever take them from him or they would face his wrath.
Moira was watching him, her eyes glazed with want, her hips rocking into his hand. He switched his attention to the other nipple, enjoying the gasp she granted him. He didn’t know which one of them he wanted to fuck first.
No. Scratch that. He’d always known. Visions of being sandwiched between the two of them drifted through his mind. He would be buried in Moira’s sweet heat, Duncan behind him, riding them both. He’d lay his bond on Moira first, making her his before he bonded Duncan to him.
They’d taken the initiative, shown him he was wanted. Now he’d show them how much he wanted them.
He turned his attention back to Duncan, pulling his lips from Moira’s breast. He ignored her whimper. “Gonna fuck Moira, Duncan. Make her mine. Then I’m going to take you.”
Duncan’s head paused for just a moment before his mouth lifted off of Jaden’s cock. “Who says I won’t take you?”
Jaden shivered. It was the response he’d hoped for. While he truly loved fucking women, he also loved being taken by a man. And Duncan had “top” written all over him.
Still, he wasn’t going to just give up his ass. He had to make the Sidhe work for it. “You think I can’t pin you down and fuck you silly?”
Duncan smiled and swiped his tongue along the head of Jaden’s cock. Jaden’s fingers froze around Moira’s clit. “I know you, Jaden.” Another long, wet swipe had his IQ dropping by about ten points. “I know everything about you.” Duncan cradled Jaden’s balls in the palm of his hand. “I’ve lived in your mind for a century, and I know how you like your sex.”
Jaden whimpered. Duncan knew? Shit. Jaden hadn’t exactly been indiscreet, but he was far from virginal. Duncan’s hand tightened around his balls as if he could read the vampire’s mind. Oh, wait. He can read my mind.“All those other men meant nothing to me?” He grinned warily, knowing his mating, and his balls, were on the line here.
“If they had started to mean something to you they wouldn’t have lived very long.” Duncan’s teeth nipped him. “I don’t share.”
Another set of teeth nipped his nipple and he yelped, staring at Moira in shock. “In case you were wondering, neither do I.” The Irish was peeking out of Moira’s accent, letting him know just how deeply affected she was.
He looked back and forth between them, his two loves. They wore identical grins on their faces, the piratical look of a Sidhe who has claimed something as his, or her, own. One last little niggling doubt needed to be voiced before he gave himself completely. “Are you sure?”
The two exchanged a look. Moira rolled her eyes, Duncan gave a disgusted snort. “Yes, you idiot.” Duncan sat up and grabbed Jaden’s hips. He started trying to roll him off the sofa. “I know what you need. Stop fighting me.”
He stopped fighting, letting Duncan position them the way he wanted them. Moira wound up on the edge of the sofa, her legs spread wide, her pussy ripe and inviting. Duncan got on his knees behind Jaden, a white tube in his hands. Where he’d gotten it from Jaden didn’t know. He wasn’t even sure where they really were. Were they fucking on the front steps of Duncan’s house, or had Duncan somehow gotten them inside? Knowing how strong Duncan was, right now he could have sexually transmitted road rash and not even realize it.
Duncan brushed his hair away from the side of his neck. He inched forward until his front was pressed against Jaden’s back, his erection nudging Jaden’s buttocks. “You’re going to ride Moira and I’m going to ride you.”
Moira pinched his ass hard, reminding him that even though her legs were spread she was far from vulnerable. “Make me feel good, Jaden.”
Jaden lunged forward, burying himself in her sweet heat. Oh, gods above, she was incredible, tight and hot and wet for him. He licked his lips, eager for another taste of his sweet leprechaun. His.He could say that now and allow himself to feel the joy that raced through him, no longer shadowed by guilt. “Moira.” He thrust slowly, savoring the feel of her, one hand curled around her hip and the other curled around her neck. He brought her up until their chests met, devoured her mouth while he fucked her with lazy strokes.
Her thighs were twitching, her hands clenching on his biceps. She’d come soon. He wanted to feel that, needed to know he’d been the one to bring her to orgasm. He lifted his mouth from hers and stared down into her beautiful face. Dark green sparks began to dance around them. “Moira?”
