Chapter 40
Isoaked in the bath alone. I’d insisted on just a few minutes to myself, to let the steam and the hot water pull the trembling out of my limbs.
I shuddered despite the heat. So much could have gone wrong.
I could have gotten myself killed, gotten Feldema killed, gotten the two men I loved killed.
My mind drifted to my sister, and the ache settled deep in my chest. Feldema would live.
She would recover from her injuries. But she would be weakened for the rest of her life, and I didn’t yet know how much of her power she’d ever get back.
And I worried about the punishment. The council would not be kind to her.
“You can’t help her tonight, Ma Guerrière.” Tynan settled on the edge of the tub, unhurried, as though he’d always been there. “Though I know your heart wants to.”
I was still adjusting to having both of them here. He brushed those long fingers across the line of my jaw. “I have missed much, it seems.”
I turned my face into his hand, loving the feel of it. “We have time to catch up.” Tears pooled at the corners of my eyes.
“I—”
“No need.” His thumb swept gently beneath my eye.
“Cliona caught me up while you were with the healers.” He took a long, deep breath, and I watched several emotions roll over his face.
“I find myself torn between anger at what you risked and an overwhelming gratitude for the sacrifice you made. You are my great gift, Keena.”
He glanced toward the bedroom door where Jordan’s voice rumbled low in conversation with Manus.
“If I miss you for centuries after you’ve left the world, I will have all that time to look back on the preciousness of these years I will have.
But I don’t think it comes to that. I wouldn’t be surprised, my priestess, if you outlive both of us. ”
I smiled and pressed farther into his palm.
“How does this work?” I made a slow circle with a soap-covered hand, gesturing vaguely at the air between us.
“With the sergeant?” The corner of his mouth curved. “I imagine he will attempt to order us about like his men.”
“Only if you want to be ordered about like my good little soldiers.” Jordan stepped into the doorway.
The huge bathroom felt considerably smaller with both men in it.
I heard the bedroom door close as Manus left.
Jordan leaned against the frame in shorts and a fitted tank top, arms crossed, that infuriating smirk already in place.
I shivered. I could not, under any circumstances, imagine Lord Tynan being submissive to anyone.
“She likes that idea, Jordan,” Tynan said, reading me without needing to be in my head at the moment.
“I think she does.”
The look they exchanged was slow and deliberate and scorching, and the sound that escaped me was small and entirely embarrassing. It hadn’t fully occurred to me until that moment that having two consorts might mean us all together. The two of them. Together-together.
Jordan’s smirk deepened. He was getting more direct access to my thoughts than Tynan currently did, and he clearly enjoyed every second of it. “You want us together-together?” he said aloud, echoing the exact words from my head.
Tynan’s gaze traveled unhurried, appreciative, the full length of Jordan’s body. The kind of look that curled my toes under the bathwater.
“Judging by her pulse, I would say yes. She very much does.”
Jordan adjusted the front of his shorts with zero self-consciousness. “I’m not opposed to occasional sharing, Lord Tynan. I know Vampire appetites.”
“I do not,” I said, and it came out as a squeak.
I’d heard enough from Abbey about the marathon events in certain Vampire nests to have some idea.
I tried to stop the image forming in my mind, the two of them together, touching, more than that, and felt the flush climbing up my chest before I could manage it.
“I am not opposed to sharing,” He eyes were still on Jordan. “Or participating in any capacity.”
“One step at a time, Vamp.” Jordan pushed off the doorframe, no trace of discomfort in his voice. He looked down at me with that devastatingly smug expression. “But right now, you two have earned a reunion. I think you need to remind our priestess who you are to her.”
He was right.
“Ah.” Tynan’s fingers trailed down my throat and danced lightly over the tops of my breasts.
Jordan raised an eyebrow. “I wouldn’t want to waste the pent-up sexual energy in this room.
That includes you.” He looked at Jordan fully.
“I think we should celebrate tonight. Not only my renewed connection with Keena, but also what she accomplished today. She didn’t defeat her sister.
She destroyed the prophecy itself. Tonight should be entirely about her. ”
I had a feeling I was going to have a great deal of fun based on the look that passed between those two.
Jordan’s smile was slow and satisfied. “Don’t believe I have ever agreed with you more.”
Tynan held out his hand to help me from the tub, and I took it so quickly he laughed. An actual laugh, warm and rare. He helped me to my feet but lifted me into his arms before I’d even steadied myself, turning toward the bedroom. “Grab a towel, Jor.”
I glanced between them. Nicknames? I didn’t even have nicknames for them.
“We have known each other for years, my love,” Tynan said, answering the question I hadn’t asked. “Fought beside one another.”
Had they shared…
“We have not been together,” Jordan said, before I could ask, “But we did fight well together.” The implication was clear. They worked well as a pair. He caught up to us, towel in hand, expression unreadable.
Tynan stood me beside the bed and gathered my hair over one shoulder. Jordan brushed the towel slowly over my skin, unhurried, and then skimming it light and deliberate across my breasts.
“Look how perfect,” he murmured to Tynan, and it was so casual, so matter-of-fact, that it hit me twice as hard.
Tynan bent and closed his mouth over one tight, pebbled nipple.
Jordan had to catch me.
I was lost to these men individually. How was I supposed to survive them together?
“Guys,” I managed.
“She’s dry,” Tynan said, releasing my nipple as he pressed a kiss to my chest with a softness that was almost cruel.
“Well. Her skin is.” He slid two fingers between my thighs and then held them up to Jordan.
There it was, the glistening, undeniable proof of my desire, then he tilted his head toward the bed and slipped those fingers into his mouth.
Jordan’s eyes darkened. He picked me up and tossed me into the middle of the mattress. I was grateful my room had such a large bed.
“You’re sexy as sin,” Jordan said, crawling up one side, his eyes moving over me like I was something he’d been patient about for too long.
Tynan pressed my legs open and settled between them, his shoulder pushing my thighs wide open.
He looked up at me with those midnight eyes.
“Now that I have my memories back,” he said quietly, “I grieve every moment I missed of this sweet cunt.” He lowered his head and pressed a slow, reverent kiss directly to my clit.
“Indulge,” Jordan said, his voice already rough.
I intended to watch Tynan. I did. But when he ran his tongue in one long, devastating stroke along the length of me and I arched up to grind against his face, my eyes fell shut on their own.
Jordan leaned down and drew a nipple between his teeth, and I groaned from somewhere deep.
The dual sensation burned through me from two directions at once.
Jordan pulled away from my breast with a soft pop and took my mouth in a searing kiss, his tongue as demanding as Tynan’s was between my thighs.
I whimpered into it, and Jordan swallowed every sound, one hand pressed to my stomach to feel me tremble, while Tynan held my hips still and worked his tongue in slow, perfect circles.
Jordan finally broke the kiss, breathing harder than he’d admit. “She’s about to break, old man. Send her over and then fuck her while she falls.”
“That dirty mouth, Jordan,” I whined.
Tynan slid two fingers inside me and groaned against my clit. “You love it. I can feel you fluttering.” He raised his head just enough to look at me, eyes dark. “Ready to come for us, my love?”
“Yes.” I didn’t even try to sound dignified about it. “Please.”
He slid two fingers inside me and doubled the pressure of his tongue.
He added a third and so slowly pulled them out and back in, spreading me wide.
I broke apart, hips bucking, thighs clamping around his shoulders as he held me open and worked me through every wave.
I cried out loud enough that I didn’t care who else heard in the keep.
“Fuck, Keena.” Jordan’s voice was low in my ear. “That is the hottest thing I have ever seen in my life.”
Tynan raised his head as he continued his torment, stretching me slowly, watching my face. “Do you want me inside you?”
I nodded like I was five years old being offered something chocolate. “Yes.”
He crawled up my body, and I felt a tear slip down my cheek before I could stop it. The weight of his being gone from me, of the weeks I thought I’d lost him forever, crashed into the relief of having him back. He kissed it away. “I’m here,” he said softly. “I’m still yours.”
“We’ve got you,” Jordan said quietly, no trace of his usual smirk. “Both of us. What do you want?” Jordan asked, watching my face. “How do you want this to go?”
“On top. So I can look at you.” They both knew it was my favorite.
“As you wish.”
The wave of relief that moved through me was almost its own undoing. I gripped Jordan’s arm where it rested near my shoulder, needing something to hold on to.
Tynan settled back, and I rolled against Jordan to give Tynan room to move up the bed, and in doing so, I felt the press of Jordan’s erection hard against my hip.
The image arrived fully formed and unbidden in my mind, vivid and explicit: me riding Tynan while Jordan took me from behind, the three of us stacked and close.
“Fucking hell, Keena.” Jordan’s voice cracked.
Tynan looked at him with one dark brow raised. “I need to get Bevin to make another amulet,” Tynan said, his voice strained. “Soon. So I can be in on that.”
“She was thinking about taking us both at once,” Jordan told him. “The image in her head is—” He exhaled. “We’ll need to work up to that, baby.”
“Soon,” Tynan said, looking at me. The word was a promise.
“Okay,” I breathed.
I straddled Tynan slowly. His eyes were dark indigo, ancient and steady and completely mine.
I cupped his face in my hands. The knowledge that he was back, truly back, lit up something in my magic I hadn’t realized had gone dark without him.
I eased down onto his cock inch by inch, savoring every bit of the stretch.
He grit his teeth against the need to thrust up into me.
He let me take my time. He always did.
I began to move, rolling my hips as I lifted and sank back down, the burn of him inside me bleeding quickly into deep, consuming pleasure. I tipped my head back.
“Ma Guerrière,” he moaned, low and reverent.
“Look at her,” Jordan said quietly, more to himself than either of us. “The way she looks stretched around you.” Tynan looked down, and then his hands closed over my hips and pulled me down harder.
“Take all of me, my love.”
Only Tynan could make sweet words hit the same way Jordan’s filthy talk did. I picked up the pace. He tilted his hips just slightly, finding the angle that dragged the head of his cock across the spot that made my vision blur, and I whimpered and started to shake.
But then I caught Jordan out of the corner of my eye. His hand wrapped around his cock, stroking himself as he watched us. I came apart fast and hard, crying out, clenching down around Tynan, who slowed his hips to a torturous grind as I rode out a fabulous orgasm.
“Jordan.” I reached for his hand, pulled. “Come here.”
He gave me a questioning look. Tynan smiled up at me and gave a small tilt of his chin. He already understood. “Take him in your mouth, my love.”
“Oh, hell yes.” Jordan moved quickly, kneeling in front of me, his knees on either side of Tynan’s shoulders. He glanced down. “Sorry for the view.”
Tynan stifled a chuckle, but the movement of it drove him deeper inside me. “Oh,” I breathed, and Jordan took my open lips as the invitation they were and pressed himself between them.
I could taste him. I could smell them both.
Tynan’s cool, dark scent and Jordan’s warmth.
The combination of it lit something primal in my chest, this need to possess them, to have them, to keep them.
They filled me so easily, so completely, as if my body had been built to hold both of them.
Jordan’s cock pressed toward the back of my throat and I pulled back and sank deeper onto Tynan, who groaned underneath me.
We built a rhythm. Jordan held my chin, rolling his hips into my mouth, and Tynan gripped my hips and drove up into me from below, and their magics rolled over my skin in electric, cool waves, stroking through my mind and body at once, Tynan’s power and Jordan’s feeding each other through me like a current finding ground.
I started to shudder.
“Keena.” Jordan’s voice dropped to gravel. His fingers tightened in my hair, and I felt his cock thicken against my tongue, felt the first hot pulse of him against the back of my throat, and swallowed around him as he held me there and cursed above me.
Tynan slammed me down onto his cock and held me there, trembling, his hands locked on my hips.
He exhaled my name in that language I didn’t know, ancient and fluid, and I felt him come apart inside me in waves, felt it everywhere, felt his magic surge and crash with mine, felt the echo of Jordan’s pleasure still burning at the edges of my awareness.
I collapsed forward onto Tynan’s chest, boneless, breathing hard. His arms came around me immediately, pulling me in, his lips at my temple. Jordan’s hand settled warm at the small of my back.
For a long moment, none of us spoke.
The candles burned low. Thunder rolled over the island
I was exactly where I belonged.