Chapter 33
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
MERI
T hey arrive seconds after I do. Standing in the middle of the room, wearing a scrap of deep blue silk between my legs and an equally see-through strapless bra, I take a sip of the champagne I left chilling before the ceremony. Bubbles tickle my nose, and I laugh.
“To King Madoc, may your obsessions drive you wild, your tongue lap the sweetest of juices, and your cock last all night long.” I giggle, taking another sip. “There’s a glass for everyone.”
Rivan peels off his clothes in slow motion, and I watch him reveal every inch of his burnished skin. He curls his fingers, and I sashay over to him in my heels and run a finger down his hard chest to his cut abs, then below. I take a drink of the champagne, then tip the glass, spilling a good amount down his body.
Following it with my tongue, I taste and lick every muscle covered in the sweet juice. Then I take him into my mouth and swirl my tongue around him. “You taste better than the champagne.”
His hand tunnels into my hair and presses against my head.
Opening wider, he slips in deeper, and I moan around the length of him. My cheeks hollow as I pull back, licking and swirling along the way. He gasps, and I peer up at him as I do it all again, watching the flames rise in the depths of his eyes.
Standing, I push him down to the bed and climb on top of him.
Madoc comes over and pulls my head back, his tongue thrusting into my mouth with a deep kiss, and I moan at the need rising in me.
Shifting, I slide Rivan’s cock into my drenched body. Kissing and tasting Madoc as I ride another man is exhilarating. In sync with each other, I’m bombarded with the feel of them both.
Hands wrap around from behind me, covering my breasts as a mouth skims down the side of my neck. The hint of The Underworld drifts to me, and my body quivers with the addition of Cormal.
I remove Madoc’s clothes and lick my lips. “I want to taste you, too.”
He closes his eyes for a microsecond, then moves forward on the bed. Reaching down, he strokes himself several times. He’s longer than either Cormal or Rivan. I open my mouth and take him in one inch at a time, until I hit the base, then I use my tongue, lips, and hand to drive him wild. I hadn’t done this to him yet, and it’s been a hell of a long time since he’s had someone deep throat him.
“You’re amazing,” Madoc says hoarsely. “With your full lips wrapped around my cock. Sucking and licking. I can’t stop watching.” He brushes the hair back from my face and holds it in his hand.
Rivan takes over from me, keeping a steady pace that holds us in a sort of edgy limbo. His hands roam between the two of us, circling where we’re joined, then the button near the top. I squeeze him tightly, trying to stave off the desire that’s ramping up inside me, but it’s like trying to hold off a tsunami.
Cormal pours oil down my back and massages it into my butt. His finger dips into the crack, then down until he rims the hole below. More oil and he presses in up to the knuckle. Working my body, he adds another finger.
“You’re so damn tight,” he curses. “But fucking gorgeous with your beautiful ass in the air.” He slaps my butt cheek, and I squirm as a shaft of desire arrows through me.
Rivan curses. “Hurry the fuck up.”
“Bear down,” Cormal orders, his voice almost guttural. The beast in him is close to the surface. “Now.”
Obeying his command, I bear down, opening for him, and he slips in, but the stretch is tight, making me suck in my breath and hold it. Finally, he sinks all the way in and immediately starts shallow thrusts to get my body used to his. I release my breath in one long moan.
Mouth dripping, I relax my throat and peer up at Madoc. He pumps his hips, taking it slow at first, but after tonguing him for so long, he’s straining to stop his release. Thrusting faster and deeper, he fucks my mouth, while Cormal and Rivan fuck the rest of my body.
Goddess, this is better than I dreamed.
My body flies higher and higher, and the smell of the four of us permeates the room with a heady, rich scent that engulfs my senses. Hands everywhere, pressing, thrusting, faster and faster. I tremble, trying to hold onto my control, but the wave crashes over me, and I surrender to the torrent in me.
“Thank fuck,” Rivan says with gritted teeth. His body slowing as his own release follows mine.
Madoc jerks my head back to stare into my eyes and comes deep in my throat. I swallow and his steel-grey eyes flash with satisfaction.
Cormal growls behind me, and with one last thrust, surrenders to the same wave that swept over the rest of us. He bends over and presses sweet kisses on my damp skin, then pulls out.
Hands help me down to the bed.
“Now that was a coronation ceremony. I’m kind of jealous. Mine was spent alone,” I lament, rolling over to leisurely scan the three utterly delicious and naked men beside me. “You know, we’re just getting started, right? There are a lot of positions I want to try.” I point to a book I found in the library earlier this week. “But first, I want an old-fashioned shower. Anyone want to help me wash my back?”
Strolling out of the bedroom, I saunter into the shower I had Cormal create earlier this week. Feet hit the floor behind me, followed by a few thuds and grunts, and I laugh. It’s going to be a lovely night.
All three of them are dressed and eating breakfast when I wake the next morning. “Where do you find the energy?” I glance in the mirror as I pass and see crazy hair sticking out everywhere. The result of wet hair and lots of sex. Stretching, I push my arms into my robe, and plop down in the nearest chair.
Reaching for the bowl of fruit, I yawn and pop a strawberry into my mouth. Madoc’s eyes watch every move, and I smirk, knowing what he’s thinking.
“Why so serious?” I ask, grabbing my spoon and dipping it into the yogurt sitting in front of me.
Madoc leans back in his chair. “The Federation for Fae Rights and Independence declared war last night.”
I drop the spoon into the bowl. “Who?”
“Basically, the Fire Fae and any additional Fae who’ve joined their cause,” Cormal explains, glancing up from his phone. He leans over and gives me a hard kiss, then hands me a cup of coffee. Black. “You’re going to need the energy. We’ve got a lot to do today.”
I raise my two fingers, pinch them together, and thrust forward. When they give me a crazy look, I sigh. “I’m popping my bubble of happiness and post coital euphoria. And here I thought we could try page one hundred and sixteen this morning.”
Rivan stares across the table, then jumps up and flips to the page in the book. He groans and brings it over to show the other two.
Madoc scowls. “Fucking hell. I’m going to have a hard-on going to my own damn council meeting.”
“Nobody forced you to check it out,” I quip in a snarky voice. I can’t help it. I’m more than a bit peeved to have my sex fest over this fast. Finishing the coffee, I look at the three of them. “What’s first on the agenda?”
“Meeting with the council,” Madoc spits out. “As if they will know what to do.”
“Red tape. It’s why I declared war on the Water Fae,” I say with a sympathetic nod. “The council blocks everything. They were a bunch of pansies who didn’t know the meaning of fighting for what they want, but they damn sure wanted to dictate my actions.”
Cormal darts a glance at Madoc, whose expression lightens.
“Would you mind going to the council meeting in my place? I need to start assessing what’s left of the army,” Madoc asks, flashing me surly puppy dog eyes.
“I’d love to,” I purr. Now where did I put that turquoise low-cut blouse?
Madoc writes something on the pad beside him and tears it off. “You’ll need my official approval to be my stand in.”
I fold it and slip it into my pocket. “What are you three doing?”
“I’m going to assess the aerial guard,” Rivan says with a frown. “If we even have one now.”
Madoc shrugs. “I’m going to evaluate the rest of our soldiers. Get a count. See if they’re in shape. Nobody has been to war here since…” He stops and winces.
“Since the last Fire Fae Rebellion,” Rivan finishes for him. “I’ve always hated that title. Rebellion. As if we were recalcitrant children throwing a temper tantrum. For two hundred years, we fought. It was war.” His hand pushes the red and black strands back from his face.
I lay a hand on top of his. “It was. And there were a lot of lives lost, including your mother’s. Maybe we can stop it this time.”
Cormal straightens. “We haven’t even started thinking in that direction. Our first thought was to prepare for battle, but what if we give them what they want? How many do we think will still want to fight? Especially when they see the size of our army.”
Madoc stares at him. “How many did our spies count for their side?”
Cormal shifts around a few papers. “Twenty thousand. Most of it comprised of Fire Fae, but there’s a hefty number of other Fae.”
Grabbing his pencil, Madoc starts writing out numbers. “Between us, Winter, and Autumn, we should be able to scrounge up… maybe five thousand soldiers. That will give us a start.”
“You’ll have to remove Autumn’s title first,” I interject. “He’s not a fan.”
“He’ll either command his soldiers, or I’ll bring the army and march across his land,” Madoc threatens with a grim expression.
“Go directly to the soldiers and ask,” I urge him. “Ultimately, they’re yours to command, right? Asking gives them a voice. Something I highly doubt Lord Autumn ever did.”
Madoc writes down a note on the pad beside him.
I look at Cormal. “I can’t believe you’ve converted another person to paper. Unreal.”
Rivan tilts his head. “Where do you keep notes?”
“In my head or on my phone,” I tell him. “Okay, back to the army. Five thousand with Winter and Autumn and, of course, the royal army. Lucifer has how many?”
“At least another five thousand,” Cormal states confidently. “Fallon’s elite add a few hundred, but honestly, it’s like adding another thousand. Ruthless and efficient bastards.” His tone is full of admiration.
“A little over half,” Madoc calculates. “Valerian has roughly a thousand dragons. Add three thousand for Torin’s dark Elves, and we’re at fifteen thousand. The creatures of the Wilds, while few, are truly monsters on the battlefield. Giving us the equivalent of fifteen thousand five hundred.” He drops his pencil and leans back, cupping his head in his hands. “Technically outnumbered, but only the Fire Fae are likely to be trained, which makes us about even.”
Rivan exhales and shakes his head. “At what cost? It took both sides hundreds of years to heal the land. Whole families were decimated. Everything was fractured. And it didn’t solve anything. Here we are, three thousand years later, facing the same war.” He shoves away from the table. “I’m going for a walk.”
I watch him leave, then turn toward Madoc. “War isn’t the answer. Fisk knew it. I knew it. Only real solutions, remember. Rights and independence. We need to find a way to offer them what they want and find peace.”
I wave a hand until I’m wearing my white suit with the plunging neckline and the turquoise blouse, then grab the note. Strolling around the table, I bend down and place a kiss on Cormal’s lips, then stroll over and do the same to Madoc’s. “I’m off to play with your council. Wish me luck.”
Madoc looks incredulously at Cormal. “What the hell is she wearing? Is she trying to get someone killed?”
Cormal drawls, “She’s fierce, isn’t she? I love it.”