18. Maeve

Isprawled across the sofa in the great hall, staring up at the ceiling beams and hanging swords criss-crossing over my head. The fire blazed beside me, warming my naked skin. My eyes felt heavy, and a taste of honey lingered on my lips.

I’d been drinking mead, and somehow I’d discarded all my clothes. But why wasn’t I in my room? Where was everyone else?

A hand snaked across my stomach, the touch lighting my skin on fire. Flynn’s face appeared in front of mine, his face smooth again, no trace of the fae’s magic on his temples. The firelight flickered in his bright blue eyes, making his freckles stand out. His wicked smile gave me flutters in my chest.

“Maeve, you have to choose,” he said.

I started to ask him what I was choosing, but he smothered my lips in his.

Flynn stole my breath with his kiss – hot and smoky and full of raw passion. The fire in Flynn’s lips seared straight to my core, which pulsed with an urgency I’d never experienced before.

I nibbled his lower lip, and the moan that escaped his lips made my whole body shudder.

As Flynn’s tongue stroked mine, another warm mouth closed over my nipple. A tongue swirling around, hardening it into a pebble. My eyes flickered past Flynn’s face, and there was Rowan, his dark eyes raw with hunger. A loose dreadlock fell over his face, tickling the bare skin of my stomach. His tongue lapped around my nipple, sending a shiver of delight through my body. His delicate hands traced lines along my collarbone, his touch so soft, so caring.

“You have to choose, Maeve.” Rowan’s voice trembled against my nipple.

I moaned against Flynn as shivers rocketed along my body. Rowan’s dark skin against mine burned like fire.

A mouth closed around the other nipple, and rough hair tickled my skin. “You have to choose, Maeve.” Arthur’s kind eyes penetrated mine as he grazed his teeth across the sensitive bud until I was gasping his name.

Oh yes.

Three guys, all touching me, all worshipping my body with their hot mouths and daring fingers. Their eyes burning with lust, with need, with the knowledge that I wanted them just as much as they wanted me.

Another hand stroked my leg, starting from my toes and walking across my skin. The fingers weaved and danced across the arch of my foot, over the backs of my knees, along my thigh. My body ached as the fingers darted closer, closer…

“You have to choose, Maeve, luv.”

His husky voice rippled through me.

Corbin.

He pressed his lips against my throbbing clit.

I threw my head back as the pleasure wound its way through my body, tearing along my limbs.

Corbin’s tongue stroked me gently at first, growing the ache inside me. I bucked my hips towards him, begging for more. He responded by attacking me with his tongue, hammering my clit in furious strokes until I screamed, my limbs jerking and my head spinning from the force of the orgasm that tore through me.

Flynn kissed along my neck, finding my lips again and assaulting my mouth with his. “When Corbin’s done,” he whispered, “I get to taste you next. I bet you’re sweeter than a fine Irish whiskey.”

But Corbin didn’t stop, not even after the heat in my veins cooled. The boys continued their ministrations, their tongues and hands roaming every inch of me until the ache rose within me again, hard and eager.

“You have to choose, Maeve.” A deep voice boomed.

Something pressed between my legs. A hardness. I moaned and arched my hips, ready for whoever it was who wanted to take me.

Why do I have to choose? Why can’t I have them all?

The head of someone’s cock thrust inside me. The room swam. I cried out as that cock drove deeper, filling me, sating every dark, depraved craving I didn’t even know I had. My whole body worshipped by an ocean of lips and hands as that cock pounded…

“You have to choose, Maeve.” That deep, rumbling voice again. But it wasn’t the voice of one of my boys. It was familiar, but who…

My eyes fluttered open again. I stared over the naked bodies of Flynn, Arthur, Rowan, and Corbin, into the eyes of Blake, the black-clad fae who had come through the wormhole.

Blake smirked as he thrust his hips forward and drove himself deep inside me. My whole body convulsed with pleasure.

Oh, the feeling of him…

Blake’s crystal eyes caught the light of the fire, gleaming with mischief. “I told you we’d have some fun together. This version of a shag is much better, don’t you agree?”

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I bolted upright, throwing myself off the couch. I landed hard on the floor and spun around, ready to face the fae.

My heart pounded. How had Blake gotten into the castle? How had he found his way into this…whatever it was, without my boys killing him? Was he manipulating their minds?

I breathed hard as my eyes adjusted to the sudden darkness. My thighs ached and my clit throbbed, but I had to ignore them and focus. My bedroom came into view. I tugged my feet out of the sheets, where they’d become tangled.

Yep, I was definitely in my bedroom, the curtains drawn against the cold moon. I stood still, and listened. Apart from an owl hooting outside, the house was completely silent.

It was a dream.

But it had felt so real… I touched my nipple, feeling the scrape of Arthur’s teeth against my skin. My core still ached with need of them all, and tingles ran down my legs and danced over my clit. And deep inside… I ached with longing.

For Blake?

But that was crazy.

For all of them? That was… perverted.

You’re going mad with grief, Maeve. I rubbed my thighs, trying to massage the desire out of my veins. Of course it was a dream. You may like all the guys, but you barely even know them, and no way would you want them all together like that. That’s just sick.

And Blake at the end? Why the hell was he in your sex dream after he hurt Flynn like that?

But the buzz in my body and hardness of my nipples told another story. I’d just dreamed about my first sixsome.

And I liked it.

I liked it a whole hell of a lot.