Legend Anthology
Book 2
She stared at the man who’d materialised before her eyes. If not for his pointed ears— not to mention the fact that he’d risen from the ground at her feet—she would have thought him human.
Violent tremors shook her body. Even if Kieran released her, she wouldn’t have been able to move. Other than her harsh, gasping breaths, the night was silent. She watched the rise and fall of the man’s chest as he took slow, measured breaths.
Slowly, he opened his eyes, and she stood transfixed. Awash in a swirl of colours, it seemed the entire universe existed in his irises. Constellations collided in a night sky while brilliant autumn leaves blew across a windswept lake. The effect was almost overwhelming, and for a moment, she felt like she teetered at the top of a rocky cliff. Only Kieran’s arms around her kept her from sinking to the ground.
Beckett. You’ve been too long from these shores.
The soothing sound of the man’s voice steadied her, until she realised he spoke telepathically.
“Not long enough,” she muttered. Be careful what you wish for, she told herself, you just might get it. Her childhood dreams had come true. She was staring at a freaking faery.
We prefer Sidhe. His voice was an amused chuckle inside her head.
And he could read her mind. Wasn’t that just great. Curiosity got the best of her as she continued to stare at him.
I am Aodhan, King of the Sidhe. He radiated a sense of peaceful quietness that calmed her strained nerves. He frowned slightly. You’ve kept me waiting a long time for what is mine.
Before she could answer, he lifted her hand and turned her palm upward. His touch was even more comforting than his voice. Gently, he traced a spiral over the bloodied flesh. As she watched, the blood vanished and her skin knit together, leaving nothing more than a faint scar.
After he did the same to Kieran, he raised his hand, and the area around the circle shimmered and changed. The hawthorn trees bent towards each other and wove together. As she watched, the branches formed a bed draped in rich, green and gold silks. Beckett tilted her head to the side. The bed vanished, the trees righted themselves and the fabric looked more like leaves by the moment. She blinked again and the bed seemed to occupy the same space as the grove of trees.
“Is that real?” she whispered, awed. She would have thought she’d moved beyond the capacity of shock, but apparently not.
Kieran leaned forward, his lips brushing her ear. “On nights like tonight, the faery and mortal realms are coterminous.”
“Right,” she snapped. “That clears it all up.”
“The planes are crossing. Both worlds are visible to those who look.”
She peered past the perimeter of the circle. For a moment, she could see Tara and then she was gone—replaced by a group of ethereal looking people—some of whom had wings. Caught between wonder and fear, she stared, trying to take in the shifting scene before her.
Kieran’s hands fell heavy on her shoulders as Aodhan moved closer. The king reached out and trailed a finger along the deep neckline of the ridiculous dress she wore. Shivers raced across her skin at his touch and Kieran stiffened behind her.
“You don’t wish to share your woman with me,” the king finally spoke, addressing Kieran, amusement glinting in his eyes.
“I don’t wish to share her with anyone,” Kieran corrected. “But tonight isn’t about choices, is it?”
Aodhan didn’t answer, he stared at Beckett as if he could strip her with his eyes. Who knew, maybe he could.
For a moment, she worried that they would fight over her. Kieran stroked his hands over her shoulders and up and down her arms, while Aodhan stepped closer.
It was actually going to happen. She was about to be smack in the middle of a threesome. With a freaking audience, no less. She squeezed her thighs together to quell the throbbing ache.
“This is probably a really bad idea,” she whispered.
Aodhan grinned. “If it’s such a bad idea, why are your nipples hard and begging for attention?”
She glanced down at her traitorous breasts. Her nipples poked sharply against the gossamer fabric. “Oh no,” she muttered.
Kieran settled his hands at her waist. “Your body isn’t saying no.”
“My body should be ignored. It has a terrible sense of self-preservation.”
He chuckled, his lips at her ear. “I know I said I didn’t want to share you, but you have no idea how arousing it is to see you trapped between our bodies, his gaze devouring you, desperate to taste you.”
His erection pushed insistently against her bottom as he spoke. “I think he’s craving you as badly as I am.” Sliding his hands forward, he cupped the sides of her breasts and brushed his fingers across her nipples. “I don’t think ignoring your body is the answer.”
She couldn’t keep the whimper of need from escaping. In response, Kieran thrust lightly against her ass, his hard length pulling on the fabric that covered her.
The heat in the other man’s eyes was unmistakable, and his cock began to swell as he leaned forward and took her mouth in a searing kiss, feasting on her mouth. He tasted of vanilla and spice, and she felt giddy—almost drunk off the flavour. He pressed his full weight to her and his cock was trapped between them—hot, hard, throbbing against the softness of her belly.
Just as quickly, he left her lips and began trailing open-mouthed kisses between the valley of her breasts and then up along her neck. With purposeful movements, he slid the dress’ tiny shoulder straps off and down her arms, completely baring her breasts. The cool night air kissed her flesh and pebbled her nipples farther. Aching to be touched, she raised her eyes to meet his and she was lost. Lost to the night sky in those fathomless depths.
Aodhan cupped her breasts. His hands felt so good on her body, she pressed her lips together to keep from groaning aloud. His touch was drugging. Was that even possible? He’d emerged out of the ground—anything was possible at this point.
She leaned back against Kieran’s chest arching into the king’s caress.
“That’s it, Beckett,” he murmured. “Relax.”
Aodhan twisted and pinched her nipples as Kieran cupped her breasts, pushing them forward. The other man took the hint and drew a distended peak into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the aching nub before sucking hard.
Unable to remain still, she drove her fingers through his hair and held his head at her breast. “More,” she demanded, her voice a strangled whisper. “Harder.”
“Christ,” Kieran breathed in her ear as he loosened the closure on her dress and eased it from her, letting the fabric puddle on the ground around her feet. Pushing his hand between her body and Aodhan’s, he cupped her mound through her panties and she rocked against him.
“You’ve soaked these,” he groaned. He brought his damp fingers to his mouth to suck her essence from them, and she nearly came from the sight. He slid his hand down her body, and shoved his hand into her panties. Parting her dripping folds, he stroked her, causing her to writhe with need. Far too soon, he pulled his glistening hand from her pussy and held it out to Aodhan. “Taste her,” he growled.
Beckett whimpered as the king gripped Kieran’s wrist and pulled his fingers into his mouth on a groan. Aodhan’s eyes closed as he sucked her juices from her lover’s fingers. She’d never seen anything more erotic. Arousal shook her and as she watched the men, fresh cream dripped down the inside of her thighs.
“More,” the king demanded.
