Chapter Twenty-Six #2
I wait until he’s panting, still holding Ollie’s hand, and Lonan has collapsed on the bed with Finn.
“Now beg for my cum up your ass, my little dragon whore. Tell me.”
Lo’s eyebrows rise as he bites down a smile.
Vale clears his throat. “Please, sir, please cum in my asshole like the little used whore I am.”
Fuck.
I do, for my grip on my control had been at a breaking point. I grab his hips, plunge deep and grind with each wave of my orgasm.
I lean over, kissing his back gently. “That hungry little ass needs to be fed cum more often, I think.” I murmur as I right myself and pull out. He shivers and I flop onto the bed on the other side of him, his tail still around my thigh.
Ollie lets out a little giggle. “We are a Stones’ damn mess.”
“Well,” Vale responds, “The plus side is the shower here is huge enough for an elephant, so I think we’ll all fit.”
Finn and Lo make pleased sounds and I reach out to take Lonan’s hand.
“C’MON PRETTY BOY,” I direct quietly, his big amber eyes meeting mine. I stand, carefully dislodging a dozing Lonan, who grumbles and rolls, his arm going over Vale’s chest. Vale’s tail holds Ollie’s leg tight, even in sleep.
We had all had a very long, very hot shower. Finn and Lonan did not appreciate how hot I got it. And then we had all laid down for a rest.
Finn lays a kiss on Vale’s shoulder and stands silently. His normally smooth green skin is marred with pink marks, as his wounds finish healing. Most are on his shoulders and upper back. I grimace. I hate that I wasn’t there for him and Ollie.
Finn and I both tug on pants and I lead us to the door.
“There’s no way down, Kai.”
“Ollie had that fixed immediately,” I say with a smile as I open the door. “She even had me and Vale help. That Fae is worthless, he barely knew which end of a hammer to hold.”
The smell of fresh lumber fills the air and the large switchback stair makes Finn gasp.
“Well, he’s a great fuck, so there’s that at least,” Finn mutters.
A bark of surprised laughter leaves me.
Finn turns to me and lifts an emerald eyebrow, “I guess you finally can weigh in on that one?”
I rub the back of my neck as we start down. Ollie’s plans for the Cathedral are still up in the air, but it’s a gorgeous space, now that it’s stripped of the red fabric and chairs. Sunlight filters in the alternating lancet and half-moon windows.
“I guess I can,” I finally respond.
Finnick snorts. “That was quite the... display.”
“Yeah, he had it coming.”
“Well,” Finn responds as we reach the ground floor, “hopefully you two are ready to kiss and make up?”
I just grunt and a giggle escapes Finn. I lead us to the kitchen in the smaller rotunda, which, it turned out, had two floors above ground, and three below.
The first floor was the kitchen and above that were bedrooms for the higher ranking of the Ordaineds.
Most had been empty when we were searching for Rafe. We dispatched the rest.
The twin cooks turn, smiling. They are short for Fae, only a bit taller than Ollie, with shockingly white hair and lavender skin.
They don’t talk much, which we’ve figured out is because of the cruelty of the Monkwicks.
They, and the rest of the servants, are warming up to us and starting to speak more.
“Brunch, sirs?” One asks, still smiling.
“For five, please,” I answer. “To go.”
He grins at me knowingly, eyeing my bare chest.
Finn looks around the large kitchen, complete with two long wooden tables with benches.
I sit at one, one leg on either side and Finn sits near me.
I wrap my arms around his waist and tug him into the spread of my thighs.
After years of hiding my love for Lonan in public, I won’t be doing it with Finn. Or Ollie, or Vale.
We sit in comfortable silence and I lay soft kisses on Finn’s bite marks that I can reach. When the cooks bring over two large platters with sliced fruit, cheeses, and herbed flat bread that seems to be a specialty, we stand a bit reluctantly.
Finn and I each take a tray and head back to our room.
“I bet she’s still sleeping,” Finn says quietly as we near the top of the stairs.
I chuckle, “We wore her out, she deserves some extra sleep.”
But as I use my hip to open the door, Ollie is stunningly nude, standing and reading a letter.
“What is it, baby?” I ask.
She turns towards me and I force my gaze up from her pert breasts and puffy nipples. A bite mark, from one of us, mars one side of a breast.
Her eyes land on Finn and her gaze is hard, eyebrows drawn.
“What’s wrong, little wife?” he asks sweetly, placing down the tray and turning to take her in his arms.
But she steps back quickly, away from him. I frown.
“Cill dropped this message off,” she says stiffly, still looking at Finnick, “It’s from someone you know. Rather well, I take it.”
“Who?” he asks, bewildered.
“Ordained Eliska.”
“That pink-haired Priestess?” I ask, confused.
“Yes.” Ollie’s one word is clipped.
Finn’s face seems to drain of color.
“Any guess what she had to say, husband?”
He blinks. “We were lovers, Ollie, but I ended it. Eli... saw me. I swear, I haven’t spoken to her, or written, since I said goodbye after you chose me.”
Ollie’s face is dark with anger and she mouths the nickname: Ee-lie.
What is wrong with her? This is unlike her. She knows that both Finn and her were forced into this arrangement.
“She says you were quite more than that. She says you are her spirit mate.”
The words drop into the room forcibly. I look to Lonan, who stands next to Vale, and they both looked as shocked as I feel.
Oh shit, that’s why she’s as mad as water in the desert.
But Finn’s look of surprise isn’t feigned. He stumbles backward, collapsing into a chair.
“My... what?” he whispers.
“She goes on to say,” Ollie says bitingly, “That she is awaiting us at Thistle Grove.”
Vale chokes back a giggle. Ollie’s rage turns to him as she narrows her gaze.
“Well...” Lonan starts, unperturbed when Ollie gives him the full force of her anger, “I suppose things were getting a bit boring. This should liven them up.”
Ollie’s glare could melt metal. My eyes look to her hands, to see if she is in control of her magic.
“Baby,” I warn, stepping towards her.
“Oh, yes, one other thing,” she blurts, giving me a dirty look as well.
“Ordained Eliska says not to kill any of the prisoners.”
“What?” Lonan blurts. “How dare she give orders? Fuck that, I’m killing them all.”
“Oh, not so amusing now, is it?” Ollie says acerbically.
“Why?” Finn rasps out, still looking shell-shocked.
Ollie’s gaze sweeps us all and she seems to stand taller, more queenly. No, more like an angry, nude Goddess.
“There’s a Gaeba at Monkwick.”