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“The only thing in my wretched life that I regret is how much I hurt you that night,” I whispered, because in my worst nightmares, I relived the scene of Kieran coming to one of my mother’s parties and me breaking his heart in front of everyone.

That beautiful smile falling from his face as I loudly announced that I was bored with him.

That he should watch how he spoke to me since he was just a courtier.

Fuck. I was just one of many who had thrown Kieran’s station in his face.

The nightmares never ended there though. No, the grand finale was always me finding Kieran’s broken body somewhere. It was me waking up in panic with a pit in my soul, thinking Kieran was dead—and that I’d never have the chance to make things right between us.

That ended now.

“You are everything to me, Kier. I’m the one who’s not worthy of you.” I pulled back enough to look him in the eyes, which were glistening with tears. “But I will spend the rest of my life proving how much I fucking love you, if you’ll let me.”

“You have nothing to prove to me,” Kieran said forcefully.

When I opened my mouth, he clamped a hand over it.

A few tears raced down his cheeks, but he was smiling at me.

“And I’m more than happy to spend the rest of my life convincing you that you are worthy of being loved, because I absolutely love you beyond reason. ”

Then he dropped his hand from my mouth and kissed me.

The taste of him flooded my mouth, and when he bit my bottom lip hard enough to draw blood, I moaned. That sound was apparently his undoing because Kieran shoved me back a few steps and tore my tunic off before roughly yanking my pants down.

Before I knew what was happening, he was on his knees and swallowing my cock.

“Fuck, Kier.” I grunted as my hand fell to the back of his head, fingers twisting in his hair. “I was planning on doing this to you.”

He looked up at me as his lips slid back up my hard length.

His tongue circled my broad head before releasing me completely.

“Sorry, love.” He gripped my base with his right hand and squeezed, giving me a cheeky grin that had me almost coming all over his damn perfect face.

“But I was already intending on doing this, and I’m absolutely not stopping now.

So how about you be the charming prince you are and fuck my mouth hard enough that I gag? ”

“As you demand.” I used my hand to push his head onto my cock at the same moment I thrust my hips forward.

Without breaking eye contact, he took me all the way in, his hand moving to cup my balls while his head bobbed up and down. I hadn’t been lying, I’d been intending to throw him onto the bed and lavish him with praise and pleasure.

But if this was what my love wanted, who was I to deny him?

My thrusts became harder and more punishing, and Kieran let out a muffled moan as my cock hit the back of his throat over and over again. I felt myself start to coil and tighten. Gods, he was already going to make me come, like I was some inexperienced youth getting off for the first time.

“Kier,” I ground out and yanked him off me. “I’m not ready yet, and your mouth is too fucking perfect.”

He rose to his feet, that same playful grin on his face as he forced me to walk backwards until I hit the bed.

I sat down, and Kieran shoved me onto my back.

I was bigger than him and could have held my own, but I was kind of liking this bossy side of him, so I stretched across the bed, propping myself up on my elbows so I could watch him strip.

I gripped myself and lazily moved my hand up and down my cock while I admired Kieran’s lean and hard body. Kieran watched me hungrily as he pulled a small glass vial from his pocket before ditching the rest of his clothes.

“Remember the game we used to play at parties?” Kieran moved to the edge of the bed and gripped my legs, pulling me closer to himself before angling them over his shoulders. Then he tipped the vial, letting some of the clear fluid seep out onto his fingers until they glistened.

“Oh, fuck me,” I moaned when his hand slid under my ass and those slick fingers started teasing me.

“That was definitely part of the game.” He chuckled darkly. “What was the other part?”

One finger slid in, stretching me out, and I bit back the second groan that tried to slip free. “To be quiet,” I breathed. “You used to love fucking me near that damned veranda.”

“And your favorite spot was in that alcove right behind where the musicians played.” He pushed another finger inside me, and this time, I couldn’t stop myself from moaning.

“The others are only a few doors down. Trust me when I say that you don’t want to be around Cali when her sleep gets disturbed. ”

“You’re kind of wicked, Kier.” I stroked myself harder.

“You love it.” He grinned down at me and added a third finger.

“I do,” I panted. “I really fucking do, but if you don’t get your cock inside me in the next ten seconds, I’m going to bend you over this bed and— fuck !”

I thrust hard into my own hand as Kieran did exactly what I demanded. His thick length glided into me as he spread my legs a little wider over his shoulders.

“That’s not staying quiet, my love.” He hammered into me again before stopping, buried balls-deep inside. “Now put that hand of yours to work around that gorgeous cock.”

His grip on my thighs tightened as he started fucking me hard and fast. I did as he ordered, sliding my hand up and down my length in rhythm with him.

His gaze drank in every ounce of my pleasure, darting from where I bit my lip to try to choke back the moans, to where my hand was fisting my cock, and finally to where he was taking me over and over again.

It was getting harder and harder to stay quiet.

Kieran saw how close I was to losing it because gold bled into his brown eyes as he pushed my legs wider so he could lean down between them. I released my cock and pulled him to me, kissing him hard and then moaning when one of his hands found my rigid length.

He broke our kiss and turned his head, bearing his neck for me. I struck just as a scream threatened to escape my throat. My fangs slid into his soft flesh, and he let out a low moan as his sweet blood filled my mouth. His thrusts became rougher as he fucked me while I drank him down.

Then he groaned his release as my own orgasm tore through me. I slid my fangs free from his neck, and he collapsed next to me. Blood trailed down his neck and my cum coated my stomach and chest, but Kieran didn’t give a single shit as he cuddled into my side.

Suddenly, a familiar heat flared inside my chest.

“Is that . . .” Kieran trailed off as he stared at the same spot on his own chest before his brown eyes flecked with gold looked up at me.

“Yes,” I breathed out.

Whatever bond I had with Samara, I now had with him too.

An hour later, we were both clean and in fresh clothes, thanks to the Fae who had left their clothing behind.

Kieran straightened the tunic he’d been eying earlier as we started up the stairs.

Cali and the others must have really needed their sleep because, somehow, we hadn’t woken them when we’d started round two . . . or three.

Samara, however, was no longer in bed. There were no signs of Alaric either.

“So, what do you think?” Kieran glanced at me over his shoulder, his golden blond hair still dark from rinsing off. “Are they actually working upstairs . . . or fucking on one of the tables?”

I started to answer when a faint moan echoed up the stairwell.

We both stopped midstep.

“Neither.” I laughed.

Kieran’s eyes lit up. “I wonder if Alaric locked the door . . .”

I grinned mischievously. “Let me grab something real quick, and then we’ll go find out.”

A moment later, we were standing outside the large door that led to the underground hot springs. I’d actually been planning on convincing Samara to come down here later with me and Kieran, but it seemed Alaric had beat us there. Now we’d find out how much the grumpy asshole was up for sharing.

I suspected he’d be swayed when I presented the peace offering I held in my hand.

“Oh, fuck!” Samara screamed from the other side of the door. “Harder!”

Kieran reached out and slowly twisted the doorknob, which turned easily. He chuckled. “All his bitching, and he didn’t lock the door either.”

He flung the door open and we strode in without any hesitation.

The room—really more of a cavern—was completely open, with various pools of steaming water spilling into the others, courtesy of the mini-waterfalls that connected them all, and Fae lanterns cast the entire space in a soft, warm light.

It was one of the most beautiful sights I’d ever seen in Lunaria, but it paled in comparison to what was currently captivating all my attention—Samara leaning over the edge of one of the pools, her long, black hair hugging her body, and giving us a glorious view of her breasts as they bounced while Alaric fucked her hard from behind.

Her eyes widened when she saw us, and a second later, Alaric spotted us too. He slammed into her one more time and held still, his eyes a mix of turquoise and light green.

Interesting. I’d rarely seen him let his bloodlust out, and even then, it’d only been for brief flashes here and there.

“So that’s what it feels like,” Alaric said dryly, although his tone had a deep rasp to it now.

Kieran and I both let out dark chuckles. He’d told me about Alaric’s proclivity of walking in on Samara getting fucked and the tantrums he’d thrown over it.

Samara moaned when Alaric thrust into her again while wrapping his hand around her dark hair and pulling back, forcing her to push those absolutely perfect tits out farther.

My concerns over Alaric not being keen on company vanished, which was good because my cock was getting uncomfortably tight in my pants.

“Need I remind you both that we are in a life-or-death situation here?” Kieran said sternly, even as he stripped and strode towards the pool.