Page 22 of Redemption (Deliverance Duet #2)
Chapter Twenty-One
Iris
I shouldn’t be here, watching like a pervert. I should leave them to it. Ciaran is her mate, and this moment shouldn’t be darkened by my jealousy and possessive nature.
I am surprised by my control though. There would have been a time where I wouldn’t be able to hold myself back if I knew my mate was with another male, but I don’t feel as envious as I thought I would. Oh, I’m still resentful that I have to share her with two fae, but I don’t hold any particular grudge towards Ciaran himself. Knowing how strong the bond between Iris and me is, I would never begrudge Ciaran of this opportunity. He didn’t ask for this situation, he was destined to be with her, just as I was. Gods don’t share, especially not the god of death, so this is absolute torture for me.
Laughter bubbles up inside me at how much my opinions have changed, but I manage to keep it locked down. Iris is making me soft. My intention was to watch, make sure she was okay, then disappear without either of them ever knowing I was here. It was to be my dirty little secret.
As soon as I felt Iris’s arousal spark, I was unable to keep away. I could feel her need, and even though I knew she was with another, the bond called to me, so I called the shadow to me and watched from the corner of the room. There are many, many other tasks that require my attention, but my mate is my top priority. I’m pushing my luck with the Fates, but as I watch her gorgeous body wrap around her new mate, I can’t find it in me to care.
Seeing her with another and watching her receive pleasure had a strange effect on me. I was able to sense her experiencing her pleasure through the bond. When their mate bond snapped into place, a wave of erotic sensations flooded my body. Before I knew it, my cock was hard and I was desperate for a taste of her.
Watching them now, breathless and happy, I’m unable to hold myself back any longer.
“Well, that was entertaining.” Dark amusement coats my words as I call back my shadows, revealing myself. With all the restraint I can muster, I lean against the wall, feigning disinterest. The urge to leap forward and pull her to me is like a visceral need, threatening to wipe out all intellectual thought.
“Nyx!” Iris jerks upright, clutching the covers to her chest. Her eyes are wide and uncertain, her full focus on me.
At first glance, I might think she’s feeling guilt or shame at me finding them together like this, yet the bond between us says otherwise. Reaching for that connection, I caress it internally, prepared to ease her fears, but instead of the regret I’m expecting to find, the overwhelming feeling I sense is one of concern—not because she thinks I’m going to react badly, but concern for me.
Iris is worried about how this might make me feel.
I want to laugh aloud at the thought. This beautiful woman has so much to deal with, yet she’s worried about the feelings of the god of death. She’s unbelievable, the depth of her love a never-ending well.
Ciaran snorts, pulling my attention from my mate to where he’s lazily watching me. “I was wondering if you would show up.” Propped up on an elbow, he wears the smug look of a male who’s just been truly satisfied. There is a tension in his shoulders that gives him away though. We have an uneasy truce thanks to our shared mate, but he’s still wary after being found in a compromising position. He’s right to be alert. I’m not here to cause problems for him though.
“Nyx?” Iris questions, drawing my gaze back to her.
She says nothing else, leaning forward expectantly, and I know what she’s asking without her having to say a single word more. She wants to know if I’m okay with what just happened and if I can cope with finding them in bed together.
I understand her concern. Knowing something is going to happen and actually witnessing it are two different issues. I’m the intruder in this situation, and I got exactly what I deserved. I also discovered that I liked what I saw…
“Iris, I knew he was your mate, so this was always going to happen.” My reassuring words seem to take her by surprise. If I’m honest with myself, then I’m surprised by how much I actually mean it. Jealousy tears through me at the thought of anyone else with her, but when it comes to Ciaran and Alaric, there’s reluctant acceptance.
A sly smile pulls at my lips as I run my heated gaze over her body. “I won’t lie, I’m a little jealous that I didn’t get to touch you myself.” The urge to walk over to her is so strong, I am practically clinging to the wall. There is a very thin line between my control and giving into my baser needs, and I’m currently tightrope walking between it.
“Your other mate is wanting, Iris. I can feel it,” Ciaran answers, kissing the length of her arm and confirming my suspicions. He has just as good as given his acceptance of Iris and me right in front of him.
There’s a heavy pause as Iris looks between us, clearly not able to believe what’s happening. She wants this, the scent of her arousal filling the room like a rich perfume. My cock responds, throbbing and heavy. As though she can sense this, her eyes drop to my crotch, taking in my desire.
I can see the moment she decides to embrace this unexpected situation, her mouth curving up into a nervous smile as she drops the sheet that’s covering her. “Then come and touch me.”
She doesn’t need to tell me twice.
I’m at her side in the blink of an eye. I could lose myself in simply staring at her perfect body, but she looks up at me expectantly, excitement brightening her eyes. Standing at the edge of the bed, I hold out my hand for her to take, pulling her forward so her knees press against my legs. Her arousal floods my senses, yet there is still an anxiousness about her that reminds me how new to all of this she is. While I want to dive into this situation and let my dark desires out to play, I need to take this slowly.
With a devious smile, I let my eyes rove over her flawless pale skin, taking in the flush on her chest and cheeks, her nipples pebbled and begging to be touched. Sliding my hand to the back of her head, I fist her hair and tilt her head back to give me full access to her mouth. She gasps at the tingling in her scalp, giving into my strength. I would never hurt her, but I know she enjoys a little roughness, so I make sure to bite down on her lip as I crush mine to hers.
The noises she makes give me life. She needs me, all of me, and she can have it. I would do anything for her, even at a detriment to myself. Deepening our kiss, I take the lead, my tongue forcing its way into her mouth. Her hands trail across my body, attempting to disrobe me all while I smooth my fingers across the slight curve of her stomach, cupping the weight of her full breasts, and twisting her nipples until she gasps into my mouth.
Dipping my fingers into the apex of her thighs, I groan at the wetness I feel there. A possessive growl ripples from my chest as I push two fingers into her pussy. Her breath hitches, her grip tightening on me as her channel clenches around my fingers. Her body is so responsive to me.
“My mate, so wet for me,” I croon, pushing my fingers deeper. Making sure they are fully covered in her arousal, I withdraw my fingers and raise them, taking in the glistening cum on them. The mixture is from both Iris’s and Ciaran’s releases, but I don’t care that some of it is his as I slowly slide my fingers into my mouth. Moaning, I suck off every last drop, even licking my lips when I’m done.
Iris is watching me with hooded eyes, shuffling her weight impatiently. “I need to taste you,” she demands, but the effect is ruined by the high, needy note in her voice.
Chuckling darkly, I look over her shoulder to see Ciaran watching us with unabashed arousal in his eyes. Lazily fisting his length, he doesn’t take his gaze from Iris.
“You’re going to take my cock in your mouth,” I whisper to her, knowing Ciaran will be able to hear. “Your new mate is then going to fuck you from behind.”
I remember how fierce the bond was when it first snapped into place, and while Ciaran is amazingly chill about this, I don’t want to push him. A new bond causes the possessive nature of the fae to rise to the surface, and fucking his new mate in front of him might be too much.
Eyes wide, she glances back at Ciaran, checking he’s okay with this. Despite this, it’s clear how much she wants this. The male is already moving, his eyes never shifting from her.
“You’re going to take both of your mates at the same time,” he coos, running his hand over her ass. “Do you think you’re ready?” he teases, rubbing her pussy, causing small whines of need to emit from her.
“Yes, I’m ready. Take me.”
Dropping down, she pushes away my remaining clothes and exposes my cock. I grit my teeth as it springs free. I’m so fucking turned on that I don’t know how long I can hold myself back. Her breath gently caresses the head as she positions herself, gripping the base with her small hand. Behind her, Ciaran notches his cock at her entrance, waiting for the perfect moment to sink into her.
Her mouth wraps around my shaft, and it feels like heaven. Her perfect little tongue presses against me as she sucks, taking as much of me in her throat as she can. With my hand in her hair, I gently guide her forward, feeding her more of me a bit at a time.
“You look so fucking gorgeous with my cock in your mouth,” I praise, watching her sink down my length. “Taking your other mate so well. Perfect, Iris. That’s what you are.”
I can’t quite believe this is happening and that I’m sharing my mate, but instead of jealousy, all I feel is arousal. We are beyond lucky that the Fates saw fit to bind us to Iris. There is no one else like her. In my long life, I’ve never experienced feelings like this, and all this time I was missing a part of myself. She completes me. She completes us.
“Fuck.”
Ciaran’s curse pulls me back to the present. His jaw is tight, and his movements are jerky as he thrusts into Iris. It won’t be long until he cracks, giving into the pleasure that’s clawing at him.
Iris makes a noise that sparks through me, igniting arousal and utter bliss. That perfect little noise is my undoing. A roar unlike any other I’ve made before tears from me as the orgasm shatters me, my vision focusing just on her.
My cum fills her mouth, and she laps up my seed, moaning around my shaft. Ciaran’s movements become rougher as he pounds into her, winding her higher and higher. Stepping back on shaky legs, I watch as the two of them reach their release.
Fuck . If I hadn’t just come, then I’d be ready to go again at the look of pure bliss on her face as she gasps, her orgasm hitting her hard. Just seeing her receive pleasure satisfies something deep within me, even though it’s not me who’s giving it to her.
My blood goes cold as a feeling of dread floods through me, chasing away any desire that I was feeling. I know this sensation well, and I know the consequences of my actions are about to be reaped.
Taking a deep breath, I force my expression into one of mild amusement. While I was lost to the dread, the two of them finished their climax and fell back onto the bed, exhausted but happy. Iris is looking up at me expectantly, waiting for me to join them.
“I have to go. You are safe with Ciaran. Stay close to him.” Stepping forward, I press a kiss to her forehead, cherishing this moment. “I love you, Iris.”
Before she can say anything or try to make me stay, I call the shadows around me and make myself invisible. I back up as she looks around, searching for me, but I quickly turn away. It will only make things harder if I explain. There is nothing I want more than to cuddle up to my mate and enjoy the afterglow, but the pull inside me is undeniable and completely different to my bond with Iris.
The Fates are calling.