Chapter Six
Adelaide
T he next morning, I wake to a loud knock and both Bryn and Nairna running, naked, to the door. I sigh, watching, as Ossy sleepily wraps his arms around me. I think my bed has gotten larger of its own accord. All of us usually end up in my bed before dawn now, and I couldn’t be happier. I snuggle into Ossy’s chest. His breath stirs my hair and I smile into him as I take in his scent. My big softie. Thank Goddess for him, keeping the rest of us assholes in line. Just as my eyes start to drift closed again, Bryn and En return.
I peer over Ossy’s arm to see that they both look displeased. I groan and sit up, stretching. “Who was it?”
“The queen has requested your presence,” Bryn answers.
I wonder why he looks so bothered by that just as En speaks up. “And mine.”
Oh. That would be why. This could range from no big deal to torture chamber. Shit.
Bryn looks to En. “What did she want last night, when she cornered you?”
Nairna is getting dressed, buckling on her sword belt. “She was asking about the Dark Court.”
“Not good,” Ossy grumbles, his face pressed to my hip and his arms around my waist. “Lay back and spread for me, baby. Let me wake you properly.” His mouth on my skin gives me a good idea of exactly what he intends and I grin.
Unfortunately, the wet-blanket look Bryn shoots me tells me it’s a no. I sigh and tug his braid gently. “I’ll take a rain check, love. I think I need to go see dear ol’ Gram right now,” I say as I start to untangle myself.
“Won’t take me long to get you there, baby,” he murmurs, pulling me back down as I squeal. I dig my fingers into his ribs and he jerks away with his adorable infectious giggle as he tries to escape my tickling.
I quickly jump out of bed and run to the bathroom. As I give myself a quick wipedown, I think, yet again, about how much I need to get us out of this clusterfuck, about how much I want this, my loves, to be my daily reality at my home in Boston. I’m utterly determined to do it. Anyone in my way will have to die if they are a threat to me or my mates. End of discussion.
I exit the bathroom and grab a long flowy white dress. Won’t hurt to remind Seren that I’m the Royal Court Priestess. My Priestess tattoo is showing as well. I had bowed to En’s begging to leave it un-glamoured; such a small thing to make one of my mates happy.
“What the fuck?” I blurt upon entering my bedroom and seeing Bryn back in bed with Ossy.
“My heart, I don’t have anywhere I need to be.” He smirks, six-pack flexing as he raises his arms to tuck them behind his head.
I sputter indignantly, but before I can grumble more, En grabs my arm and leads me out of our rooms.
“GRANDMOTHER,” I GREET politely as she gestures for En and me to sit at the reception table with her.
As we sit, Seren pours tea, passing us the dainty floral plates and cups primly. I can feel En’s nervousness up our bond. I try to reassure her with my energy.
“What can we do for you?” I ask, still in my politest voice.
“ Do for me?” Seren snorts. “Why can’t I just have tea with my granddaughter and one of her Goddess-touched mates?”
My eyebrows rise as I sip my tea. Answering “because you haven’t seemed to give much of a fuck if I lived or died for most of the last eight decades” is probably not going to win any points. I fish about for a new topic that won’t get me into trouble. En’s eyes are locked on her teacup.
“So...is Olwyn glad to be back?” I ask weakly. What the hell am I supposed to talk about with my murderous five-hundred-year-old grandmother whose main interest in me is my producing a baby? I can’t exactly ask if she’s seen the latest episode of Bridgerton .
Seren clears her throat. “I believe so. She was rather upset that I sent her and her mother off for some time to cool down.”
Cool down. That means not murder me or Eira. Yeah, makes sense.
“Shortbread?” Seren asks.
I feel like I’m in an alternate dimension as I watch my royal grandmother put cookies on our plates. This seriously cannot be happening.
I bite my lip, thinking. Fuck it. I might as well lean in on this crazy bullshit.
“Grandmother, I know we had hoped that at the Ostara Courts Gathering the Light and Dark Court might be brought under our allegiance. If I had a...manner in which to bring them to heel, would you consider stepping down and allowing a council to run this court and the FEC as a whole?” I wait, feeling the apprehension from En. She thinks this is a bad idea. She’s probably right, but it’s too late now.
Seren sets her teacup down loudly. She blinks, studying me. “And do you, Adi? Do you have a way to convince Barclay and Mirin to step down as well?”
Well, shit. That isn’t where I thought she’d take this conversation. I cough. “‘Something something murder’ is my current plan.” My lips purse and I raise my eyebrows. “Got any better ideas?”
The thing I would have least expected happens. Seren laughs. Really laughs, long and hard. En’s eyes have finally risen from her teacup and she looks as shocked as I feel.
When Seren stops laughing, she delicately wipes her eyes and looks at both of us searchingly. “I may have a means to bring Mirin and the Light Court under control. Not that old blowhard Barclay, though. I’ve got nothing on him.” She looks at me again with an odd light in her eyes. “Adelaide, are you sure you don’t want my crown? You’re the best of my blood. You would make an exceptional queen.”
I hesitate. In for a penny, in for a pound, right? “Grandmother, this cannot leave the room.” I pause, taking a deep breath, then barrel ahead before my good senses stop me. “But no, I do not want to be queen. There is too much...hatred in this court. In all the courts. We need to break down our current institutions, as they are corrupt and dangerous. There is no reform that could correct it. It’s time to destroy, then expand. Integrate. I could not rule this, or any, court.”
En grips my leg under the table in support—and maybe concern given that I’ve just told Seren I want to dismantle her court. My eyes meet En’s, and the corner of my mouth rises as I get lost in her smokey eyes. En’s frigid face softens as we stare at each other for a moment.
Seren watches us intently before sighing and setting down her tea cup. She shakes her head. “I cannot agree to give up my throne on a whim. It was my mother’s and her mother’s before. I will, however, think on what you said. And mayhap most importantly, I’ll give you the key to Mirin.”
My eyes widen in surprise. This is actually more than I could have hoped for. Actually, all I had hoped for was not getting tossed in the Bower of Truth, but that’s neither here nor there. I lean in, taking a sip of my tea. “Well?” I ask, obviously impatient to get the dirt on Mirin.
Seren chuckles again. “It’s her heir.”
“Princess Mirin? The one who looks like a cookie-cutter copy of her?”
More laughter escapes Seren. “Come now. You didn’t really think her daughter would grow to look exactly like her naturally, did you?”
Well, I had been mostly distracted chasing Nairna, but I bite my tongue on that one.
Seren continues. “It’s glamour. And why, dear granddaughter, would they use that to change her appearance?”
I dip my shortbread cookie in the tea and let it get soft before eating it as I mull that over.
I talk it through out loud. “Mirin didn’t marry her child’s father, which matters to those stick-up-their-asses seelies. She didn’t marry him because...he was someone she couldn’t marry, for whatever reason. If you take that info and combine it with altering how the princess appears....”
Seren looks pleased. But then her face falls. She doesn’t say anything.
My eyes flick to En.
It hits me. “Princess Mirin’s father is an unseelie.” I gasp. “Aw, hell naw. It’s not Barclay, is it?”
Laughter bubbles out of Seren. “No, thank Goddess, though he was known to stick his dick in anything that held still long enough before he met your mother.”
I raise an eyebrow. “Oh, so you know about that too, huh?” There’s an annoyed edge to my voice.
Grandmother grins. “Child, do you think there’s much that goes on in my court that I don’t know?”
I can think of one big glaring thing involving her bed warmer and where his dick is regularly. Thankfully, En kicks my shin hard at that exact moment so I’m hopeful that Seren didn’t read that thought on my face.
Seren continues in a somber tone. “Again, Adelaide, you have shown me my mistake in leaving you so free and not training you properly.”
“Maybe that freedom is why I wouldn’t suck as a ruler, Grandmother.”
She looks at me ruefully. “Perhaps.”
Nairna
WHEN ADI AND I GET back to our rooms, the boys are gone. A note on the kitchen table lets us know they are off in Glario with Rory and Weyland and expect to return by dinner and that they politely request Adi’s five-star enchiladas.
“Would you like to hit the gym?” I ask my mate, smiling at her.
“Would you like a root canal?” Adi volleys back.
“Aw, birdie, we should practice. We’re still fighting for our lives, here.”
“We should live these lives while we have them.” She smirks as she pulls up the hem of her white dress, giving me a nice view before tugging it all the way off and tossing it back at me.
As I watch her plump ass, covered in lacey pink panties, sashay out of the room, I decide she’s right.
I follow her back into her bedroom as I start to shed my clothes. Adi walks towards the bathroom and I cock my head, confused. She stops at the wall between the bathroom and her closet and presses her hand to a stone. The wall swings open silently on a hidden hinge. Alright, slightly creepy sithen has a hidden room. Cool, cool.
Adi pauses to drop her panties and bra and I do the same. I enter behind her. The smell of beeswax mingled with the slightly acrid tang of minerals hits me. My eyes take in the dark surroundings. We seem to be in an underground cavern, the air humid from the steam rising off a large pool of water. Candles are piled in stone alcoves, and Adi’s relaxed happiness flows down the bond.
Adi steps directly into the lagoon and sighs in pleasure. Her curls float on top of the water, like flower petals spread around her.
“C’mere, love.”
I wrap my braid into a bun, tucking the end so it will stay. I then cautiously step into the pool. The hot water envelops me as I slip all the way in and cross the pool to my mate. Muscles I didn't realize were tense start to relax. Still, I hold my sword above the water. I’m not about to lose all good sense and have my mate be ambushed in a magical grotto far from backup.
Adi takes my hand and laces her fingers with mine. She draws us to the far end of the pool where there is a stone ledge under the water for sitting. She puts her back to the wall and places her legs over my lap. Without thinking, I set my sword behind us, pick up one of her feet, and start to massage.
She moans softly and it plummets to my center, but I just keep massaging her feet and legs as my eyes take in the details of this space. It feels oddly sacred. A wooden statue of the Goddess sits in an alcove not far from us, candles around her and small offerings at her feet. I notice big fluffy purple towels folded up on a large rock near the pool. Everything about the chamber makes me feel relaxed, calm, reverent.
“Do you bring the boys here?” I ask, curious, though my voice is soft. It almost feels appropriate to whisper in this cavern.
She doesn’t open her eyes. “No, of course not. This is a feminine space. Womb of the earth and all that.”
I ponder that in silence while my thumb works a tight spot on Adi’s calf. Time seems to slip away in this space as I soak up the warmth and energy of both the cave and my mate.
“Your turn, En,” Adi says softly as she sits up and reaches for my legs. The feel of her hands on me is wonderful, as it always is. Will it feel this way forever? Goddess, I hope so.
“I’ll add your handprint to the door so you can come in and pray or meditate or whatever it is you do for your Goddess,” she says while rubbing my feet. A pause, then she adds, “Who is your Goddess?”
I clear my throat, feeling awkward. “My mother worshiped Badb. I suppose she’s mine. I haven’t kept much of a religious practice for the last few decades.”
Badb is the harbinger of doom, the battle crow, bringer of fear and confusion. The sight of her was believed, by humans, to foretell destruction and carnage.
Adi chuckles. “So your mother was a warrior too?”
I nod, smiling at the memory of my mother, her black hair, that I loved to comb, braided tight down her back and a merry smile on her face that seemed reserved for me alone. She gave me my first edged sword at only fifteen years old.
“She was. A true child of the Battle Raven. She fought in the last Great Fae War.” I pause. “She raised me alone, which was common enough. But with her position in the Court Guard, I was often left to my own devices.” I had told Adi that both of my parents had died decades ago, before I was old enough to join the Guard, but we hadn’t really gone into the details of our upbringings yet.
A rustle of cloth has me jumping up and grabbing my sword. Adi grabs at my arm, pulling my blade down.
A deep laugh emerges from a tall slender female with grey skin. Black hair drapes down her back, and she sits at the edge of the pool, skirts pulled up and her legs in the hot water. Her legs are toned, muscular. Next to her is a pale female, also with black hair, also sitting with her feet in the thermal spring.
Adi takes the sword, tossing it behind us.
The grey-skinned female speaks, her amused eyes taking in Adelaide. “I’m not insulted, little queen. A child of mine should respond as such.” Her voice is low and rich, her face breathtaking. The Goddess of War and Death’s feet paddle softly back and forth in the water as she watches us.
“Badb,” I say flatly, shocked.
“Indeed. When my sister told me of her child here taking one of mine as a mate, well, I couldn’t help but be interested enough to come through the veil to meet them.”
Next to her, the Morrigan smiles in a manner that I’m not sure is friendly. I mean, she is the Goddess of Wrath; a safe assumption would be that it is indeed not friendly. She looks to Adi. “And you, child, whatever are you doing?”
Adi shrugs, completely unbothered by a Goddess giving her an attitude. “Killing anyone in my way.”
The Morrigan’s eyebrows rise. “Yes, yes. That’s all well and good. But you don’t intend to rule?” There is an edge to her tone, though I can’t figure out what it is.
My mate squares her shoulders. “I do not. I don’t believe that in our world today any one person should hold power completely. I intend to set our people up for success and integration.”
Badb nods silently, though her face reveals nothing.
The Morrigan suddenly breaks into a smile, her face just as ethereal and gorgeous as her sister’s, though in a very different way. “Good, child. I’m glad you’ve come to a decision. You must stay the course. Remember, strong and ruthless, Adelaide.”
Badb’s eyes are boring into me. “You, my daughter. Are you willing to die for your mate?”
“Without hesitation,” I answer, solemnly.
“Good. Remember that.”
The Goddesses start to fade where they sit.
“Wait!” Adi yells urgently, voice edging on frantic. “Are you sending Bryn’s visions?”
They both chuckle, and Badb answers, “Nay. That would be our sister.”
And at that, they are gone, disappeared, black mist left swirling where they had sat, but even that is fading quickly. I turn to Adi, awestruck.
“Their sister,” I say flatly.
“Macha. Goddess of Fate and Fertility,” Adi responds in a small voice.
“Fuck.”
WE’RE ALL PILED ON the bed, naked but not touching with any intent aside from comfort. Neither Bryn nor Ossy can make heads or tails of our little visit from the Goddesses this morning.
“Perhaps the manifestation of my weather magic was Skadi’s touch, which means all the pantheons are on our side?”
Bryn frowns. “I’m more inclined to believe it was the great stress you were under that caused your powers to rise to the surface, but I really don’t know. Your nymph magic manifested around the same time. Perhaps only the gods of our land, not the Norselands, are involved.”
“But what is our side?” I interject, laying on my belly with my face propped in my hands as Ossy plays with the end of my braid, tracing it back and forth across my shoulders. Even though it might not show, I am enjoying his little touches. Our bond hums happily.
“The side of right,” Adi says firmly.
Bryn makes an uncomfortable noise as he drapes an arm over her. “Don’t all leaders think that?”
Adi sighs. “Fuck. I suppose so.”
Ossy’s face is sad, but I don’t know why. Adi notices too and snuggles up to him, whispering softly. I flip over and lay back, staring at the plants hanging from the ceiling, lost in my thoughts of Badb and how to get Barclay to roll over.
Adi clears her throat. “Would either of you mind if I have some one-on-one time with Osmund?”
“Of course not,” Bryn says gently. He’s got a soft spot for Ossy, just as much as he has for Adi. It makes me smile.
“Fine with me,” I say as I roll to kiss Adi. I start to get up but a hand on my upper arm pulls me back down tenderly and I find Ossy’s soft lips upon mine. He opens his mouth under mine and I slip my tongue into his mouth. When he ends the kiss, he leans his forehead against mine and murmurs his silly nickname for me, yet I find myself grinning.
I disentangle myself and stand, grabbing my silk robe, and head out of Adi’s rooms to the kitchen. Bryn enters behind me, gorgeously naked.
“That color is absolutely perfect on you, En,” Bryn says, sliding behind me and touching the plum-colored robe. I tense. Bryn and I have had a bit of time to ourselves and it’s been centered on rather rough sex. Not that it bothers me. I liked getting dicked down properly, though I’ve never rolled over and submitted for a bed-partner like I have for Bryn. I’m still rather unsure how I feel about it. I’m mentally preparing myself for whatever he’s got on his mind, and I’m looking forward to a little pretend-hate-fucking. I certainly don’t love Bryn, but I no longer hate him either.
“Can I challenge you to a game of pool?” he asks, surprising the shit outta me.
“Naked?”
He chuckles. “I think that might give me an unfair advantage. I’ll grab some sweats, if you want to play.”
“Sure. Any stakes?” I raise my eyebrows.
He smiles. “Hmm, I wasn’t thinking so.”
THREE GAMES OF BILLIARDS later and I’m winning two to one.
Bryn’s grinning. “Well played, Nairna. Can we consider this a continuing challenge?”
I toss myself down on the deep couch as I smile. “You just don’t want to have to mark this down as a loss.”
“Damn right,” he chuckles, flopping down next to me. He looks delectable in his low-slung grey sweats, shirtless, his deep cut lines making a perfect V and a little line of dark hair on clear display, both of which are dragging my attention downwards. He watches me intently as I somehow manage to pull my sex-addled brain back to what I’m doing.
“Adi teach you to work that thing?”
“It’s called a remote. And yeah, it’s easy.”
Bryn stares silently as I press buttons.
“Want to watch a movie?” I ask.
He hums. “I’d rather read one,” he grumbles, but I can hear the playfulness in his voice. This side of Bryn is so new to me, and I think I like it. My aura buzzes happily, rolling and coiling with his, as I put on the first episode of a series I started a while back.
A FEW HOURS LATER AND we’re cleaning up our mess in the kitchen.
“No, I’m telling you, En”—Bryn is obviously annoyed—“it makes no sense. If he really wanted the kid dead, he’d have stabbed him, not pushed him out a window. This is entirely a fuckup of his own making.”
I laugh. “There would be no plot if that happened, Bryn.”
He shakes his head, still bothered, but slips next to me, leaning his butt against the counter as he crosses his arms over his bare chest.
His hand comes out and gently turns my chin towards him. “Would you join me in my bed, En?”
My eyebrows shoot up. This is a far cry from the dominant Bryn I’ve seen when it comes to sex. I cock my head, studying his chiseled face. “Are you not interested in fucking me into next week?”
A growl escapes him. “And what makes you think that?”
I shrug, breaking his gaze. “You are just...more passive than I’ve seen.”
“Oh, I’ll still make you come so hard you stop breathing, pup. But attempting to top a female who’s just been blessed by the Goddess of Death seems like a spectacularly bad idea.”
I throw my head back and laugh. Bryn joins in before pulling me into his arms. “No, I told you, Nairna, we meet each other where we’re at. Do you need to be dominated right now? Sometimes it helps when you’re feeling overwhelmed. If you need it, I’ll give it.”
I shake my head, mind running a mile a minute, trying to come up with some words.
Bryn smiles. “Good. I was hoping we could meet on level ground tonight.” His smile is incredible and I feel his aura swirling playfully around me.
“Why?” It’s the best I can manage.
He blinks as shock slowly spreads across his face. Without another word, he scoops me up, which feels silly as fuck to me given that we’re the same height, and carries me to his room.
He places me gently upon the bed’s rich-brown comforter as I look around. My eyes widen. His headboard, if you can call it that, is a floor-to-ceiling bookshelf carved into the wooden wall. Books cover it, along with an old map of Ireland and Scotland. A few candles dot the shelves. I see some books that look like first editions. My eyes take in the opposite wall, which is, slightly inexplicably, brick. The lighting is dim and I’m surrounded by Bryn’s woodsy and leather scent. Despite my nerves being on edge, my whole body relaxes.
Bryn closes the door, crosses the room, and climbs onto the bed with me. He takes my face in both of his hands, kneeling in front of me. “Nairna, I would like to apologize. I’m sorry that my behavior has given you the impression that I would like a twenty-four seven dom sub dynamic with you.”
My eyes widen, and he continues, “I never intended to give that impression. I certainly don’t like my partners to be submissive in all aspects of life.” He shakes his head. “I don’t even want them always submissive in bed.”
The honesty written across his face hits me in the chest. I take a deep breath as he stares at me. I should trust him. Him and Ossy. They are honest and true. They care for me as much as they do for Adi. I shake my head silently, thinking. Can four people love each other with similar depth and passion? Could they invest in me, the same way they have each other? Bryn and Ossy are both silently, fiercely protective of each other, as much as they are of Adi. And I know—I feel—Adi’s devotion to me. Could these two males truly adore me as well?
He sighs and rubs his head. “How could I have fucked this up?” I hear the sorrow and regret in his tone, though I’m not sure he intended me to hear his muttering.
I blink, still feeling pretty damned stunned, but I quickly speak up, our bond making me need to assuage him. “It’s less that I thought you wanted me collared all the time and more that I am still adjusting to this idea that we all could...love each other individually. And...that I can rely on someone.”
Something flickers in his eyes, and before I can blink, he’s got his arms around me and he lays us down together tenderly.
“Nairna, you are mine, just as Ossy and Adi are. I’m not sure if it was our shared near-death experience or Adi’s magic or the hand of the Goddess, but nonetheless, we all have mate bonds; our auras are all interwoven. It’s true we haven’t had much time together. But please, don’t doubt us.”
I nod as his hand plays with the end of my braid, much as Ossy had just been doing. Bryn’s eyes are locked to mine. He rolls on top of me and his mouth goes directly to my neck, which he licks and nips until I’m sighing. Only then does he take my mouth, slowly, sweetly. I feel his hand on my braid again and a gentle tug. I look to see that he’s taken the tie out of it. He leans back on his knees and carefully unbraids my hair. I lie silently, taking in his chiseled face. He’s fully absorbed in what he’s doing, so I can stare to my heart’s content. His face, even relaxed, has a bit of a smirk to it and it’s pretty adorable. His dark-brown curls fall to one side and I reach up to play with them. His honey eyes flick to me, and a hint of smile tugs at his mouth as he spreads out my loose hair.
“It’s gorgeous, En. And so soft. You should leave it down more.”
I smile but he doesn’t wait for a response. He simply goes back to kissing me. His lips and tongue are expert and soon I’m aching for more. My arms are wrapped around his neck and he reaches one hand up to take my wrist. He brings it slowly to the bed over our heads then reaches back for my other hand, all without breaking our kiss. When he has both my wrists gently trapped under one of his hands, he slides down and starts to nip and suck my nipples through my tank top.
“Oh fuck, En,” he groans in a way that goes right to my core. “I love that your tits are free under your shirt.” He rubs his face against them, cat-like, before he returns to sucking and teasing. I feel the fabric getting wetter and wetter as I start to thrash and squirm. If I don’t have his mouth on my skin soon, I’m going to lose my mind.
It’s obvious he’s in no hurry, though. After teasing me some more, he slips back up my body to kiss my neck and throat again. I’m rocking my hips, trying to get some pressure, all the while his hand holds me in place.
He chuckles, noticing my movements, and lies next to me, hand still on my wrists. He lets his other hand skim over my body, pinching and pulling my nipples, his fingers touching the bare skin just between my tank top and pajama pants. He acts as though he has nowhere to be, nothing he’d rather be doing than teasing me into insanity.
I lie there, enjoying his touch, though I can’t stop squirming and making needy sounds. Time passes and when he shows no sign of taking things further, I finally snap. “Fuck, Bryn. Please , I need you.”
He growls and rolls us so I’m on top, straddling his thighs, my eyes locked on the outline of his rock-hard cock through his grey sweatpants. He’s obviously not wearing underwear, and I have to restrain myself from grabbing his dick and pulling it out right this very fucking second.
“What do you want, Nairna?” His eyes are soft and his hand strokes back my hair before settling on my hips.
I think for a moment, head cocked, trying to decide if we’re playing a game.
He seems to sense it. “Just tell me. What do you need?”
I take a deep breath, teased beyond belief. “You’ve worked me up. I need to come. I don’t really care how.”
He grins. “Oh, perfect.” He quickly shifts me until I’m straddling only one of his legs. His hands rock my hips, my pajamas still completely on, but my clit rubbing hard against his thigh.
“Take your pleasure, pup. Use my body. Ride my leg until you soak your panties for me.”
I groan at his hot words and let his hands guide me. But soon, I’m riding him hard on my own and panting.
“That’s it. So good, love. Come for me.”
His gaze is hooded and I’m so close, but I am downright aching to touch him. I lunge into his sweatpants and I wrap my hand around his cock, thumbing his foreskin all the way down as I stroke him, then tucking my arm against my body so my thrusting hips are doing the work of the hand job.
“Oh, fuck , pup.” His voice is low with need. “You want me to come in my pants like a schoolboy?”
“Fuck yes,” I gasp, pressing down on his thigh hard.
He groans, hips flexing up. “Anything for you, En,” and his gorgeous eyes flicker closed just as I start to come.
My orgasm rolls through me slowly, deeply. My toes curl as my calves tighten and I rub my clit frantically against his leg. I feel his cock pulse as he growls. Suddenly his warm seed is on my hand, dripping onto him. My body slowly relaxes even though I keep riding him, my arm tight to my side for the thrusting motion, milking out the last of his cum. I roll my thumb over the top of his sensitive head and he makes a strangled noise, his hand reaching to grab mine, but I get another stroke, and heavy groan, out of him before his hand closes over mine. I’m feeling inordinately pleased with myself.
I pull my hand out and wipe my palm on his sweatpants before rolling off him. I snuggle under the covers and rub my face on a pillow. “Cuddle with me when you’ve cleaned up?” I ask, the sass loud and clear in my voice.
Bryn groans again before rolling out of bed and heading to the bathroom. I hear him mumbling, something about spanking my grey ass a nice shade of pink. I grin and snuggle down into his bed, surrounded by his scent, and I wait for his body to curl around mine.