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Fifty-Two

Bricriu

D rystan’s smugness radiates from him as we watch Rose writhe helplessly between the other three. Her legs are bound with flower-shaped knots along the seam where her calf touches her thigh. Those pretty locks of rose-gold hair woven through with a purple rope that anchors her hands tightly behind her back before connecting in a pretty bow to the hook in her ass.

What really sets it off, for me, is that her wings are free to shimmer and shake, wafting her dust everywhere.

And it is everywhere . Lore is going to sparkle so hard at the end of this that we’ll have to keep him out of the sun, or risk blinding other fae.

My hands fist by my sides, wishing I could take his place. Not because of the dust—we’ll all undoubtedly come out of this glittering with her claim—but I want to taste her so badly that my cock aches just thinking about it.

But the ropes on Rose’s legs are joined to his arms. That, combined with the shackles, is a hurdle I’m not quite ready for yet. I may never be.

Fortunately, the view from over here makes up for it.

“You’ve forgotten something,” I tell the dullahan, folding my arms as we wait for Rose to come down from the orgasmic high that’s keeping her trembling and weeping.

“What?” His brows furrow. “It’s perfect.”

I snort. “Sure, except if we try to fuck her like this, the redcap will probably bite off our balls.”

He relaxes, actually smiling as he looks back towards her. “Patience.” He pauses. “How close are you willing to get?”

Tilting my head to the side, I consider it. “As long as I’m not constrained, or beneath anyone, anything goes.”

I’ve been doing well lately, my confidence is higher than it’s ever been, and the mating bond with Rose gives me a safety net that will tell her the second I need to call things to a stop.

Drystan’s eyebrows rise. “Willing to take orders?”

Scoffing, I watch as Jaro sinks another finger into our mate’s dripping slit. “Don’t count on it.”

There are some lines I don’t want to cross.

He accepts my answer easily enough, hand reaching down to adjust himself as Caed sinks his dick so far down Rose’s throat that her nose ends up pressed against his pubic bone.

“Suggestions, then?”

Considering it again, I nod. “Suggestions… sure. You realise he’s about to come, right?”

Caed’s muscles are practically vibrating with the effort to hold himself back, and our mate makes the sexiest little noise in the back of her throat that I know from experience is probably making his knees weak.

Drystan tuts under his breath, striding forward. “You take her left; I’ve got her right. Fomorian, out of the way.”

Rose moans at the loss of Caed’s cock, and he squeezes the base as he steps away from her. Drystan tugs the end of the rope, and it comes away easily, keeping her bound in a kneeling position, but separating her from the redcap so we can lift her away from his slurping mouth.

Lore actually snaps his teeth at us for the interruption, but Drystan just rolls his eyes, eyeing the red crown on Rose’s head like he’s considering stuffing it into Lore’s mouth for the impertinence. In the end, however, he settles for taking one of Rose’s bound legs and widening her stance. I catch the weight of her shoulders, lowering her so that her face is in Lore’s lap while her ass is high in the air. The keening sound that falls from her as the new position jostles the plug is so fucking erotic that I have to take a deep breath to remind myself not to just dive on her.

Rose’s arousal pulses through all of us, and I swipe a hand across the sweat-slicked skin of her ass, sweeping up the glittering dust from her skin and bringing it to my mouth for a taste.

“So sweet,” I groan, moving aside so Caed can line himself up behind her.

He rubs his cock through her puffy sex, and I turn her face so I can watch the moment she’s filled. Her pupils are blown, the few strands of her hair that Drystan missed with his braid framing her face in wild lines.

Perfect.

No. Wait. Her lower lip drops as Caed thrusts into her, expression relaxing into rapture…

Now she’s perfect.

“Does he feel good, dragonfly?” I ask softly.

“So good,” she slurs. “Goddess, I need?—”

Her words cut off as Caed draws back, then thrusts in tortuously slow. I don’t know if the tempo is to keep himself from falling over the edge, or for my benefit, but watching her react to every inch of him is almost as hot as hooking her sweet little ass was.

“Suck me,” Lore begs, and my lip quirks.

Feeling oddly benevolent, I release her chin. “Better get to work, but don’t let him come.”

The redcap was very specific in his request, after all.

He wanted to go last.

“I changed my mind!” Lore says. “I just want to fuck her. I’m not made for this delayed gratification shit.”

Drystan meets my gaze over Rose’s back, and the two of us exchange matching grins. “You know what, Jaro?” he begins. “I think Rose’s mouth would be put to better use serving someone less irksome.”

“I will kill you, dullahan,” Lore promises as his cock falls from Rose’s mouth. “I can?—”

“Violet roses,” I whisper, snatching the scarlet crocheted band from Rose’s head and stuffing it into his mouth.

Lore’s red eyes scream murder at me as his cock vibrates, but I just smirk, lust and humour buzzing together in my veins.

Jaro shakes his head as he takes my place beside Rose, lifting her top half into his lap and angling her so she can take him between her pink lips. Caed picks up the pace a little. Every time he thrusts forward, he hits the hook in her ass, and her whimpers grow in volume until she’s crying out with every thrust.

I wish I could use my magic to bottle that sound.

“I should’ve realised all of us in a bed together would end up like this,” the wolf mutters, hissing out a breath as Rose does something with her mouth. “Were you two on your best behaviour the first time?”

Drystan shrugs. “Perhaps.”

I raise a brow, because we both know that isn’t the case at all. Last time, after we mated Rose in Calimnel, we were all keenly aware of Caed’s potential to turn on us. Now, the dullahan might actually be relaxed.

Or as close as he ever comes to it.

“You can come when Caed does,” I tell our mate, tracing my mark on her bound right hand. “And after that”—I trail my fingertips down to the metal hook and tug lightly, just to watch her tremble—“this is mine.”