Page 49 of Fool's Bargain

“Dion save me, please,” Theo begged at my back. “And let me bury my tongue in your gorgeous cunt while she does it,” he added, squeezing my ass.

Ione tilted her hips toward me and looked between us where I still had hold of Theo’s cock. I held him tight as she lowered herself onto him, a breathy gasp escaping when his cockhead breached her opening. He let out an incoherent curse, his hands stilling on my ass as his hips rose up to meet her. I moved my hand away when she sank to his root, gliding my fingers up to her clit and rubbing her while I looked into her eyes. Her gaze drilled into my mind, sending with it every ounce of pleasure she felt with the stretch of his thick shaft inside her. Then she began to fuck him, rising and falling in a liquid rhythm.

Her eyes sparked with pleasure and she lifted her hands over her head, arching with ecstasy and moving as though fucking him were a dance. Then she reached out to me and took my hands.

“Ride his tongue, Zar. Come on his face when I come on his cock.”

“Fuck yeah,” Theo muttered and this time when he gripped my hips and pulled me back toward his mouth, I went, moaning when he plunged his slick, agile tongue between my folds. I held on to Ione’s hands, rocking with the pleasure of the satyr’s deft licks, staring into Ione’s eyes the entire time and feeling every ounce of shared pleasure the three of us built between us. I tasted my own flavor on my tongue and kissed Ione to share it with her. I felt the stretch of Theo’s cock even though it was her snatch he was buried in. And I felt the perfection of her tight sheath as he fucked into her with ever deepening thrusts, each one causing a fresh surge of pleasure to spike through all three of us.

All the while the marks across her hips glowed brighter and brighter until they were blinding by the time she let out a plaintive moan and a gasp. She clutched at my head, our foreheads meeting like when we melded, and then she devoured my mouth in a kiss, muffling the sounds of her pleasure in her effort to stave off the orgasm for a few seconds longer.

“I’m coming!” She half gasped, half yelled the words, but Theo and I were already there, groaning and bucking along with her as the explosion of pleasure and immense power devoured all three of us whole.

In the midst of everything, Theo initiated the drift, aiming for the last place he’d been before I’d found him that morning.

23

Zarya

The complete absence of scent was disconcerting enough to dull my pleasure. The neutral, amorphous feel of the place as I looked around sapped it altogether—there wasn’t much to see besides four walls and three surprised faces. The wet slap of Theo’s hips driving up into Ione’s pussy hadn’t sounded so lewd as it did now, nor had the scent of her ejaculated fluids seemed so pungent. My hands flew to my breasts as I scrambled off Theo’s face.

Kyril and Dorian both stared with wide eyes, their lips twitching with suppressed grins. But the third face held no such emotion. The gaze that fell on me from the other person was stern and piercing and made me certain I’d done something I was about to regret.

I pushed to my feet, wavering until Kyril grabbed my upper arm to steady me. He pulled me into his arms and bent to whisper in my ear. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

“Coming to rescue both you idiots,” I muttered.

“They do not need rescuing, but you might if you’re not careful,” the figure behind the big desk said. “Who are you to think it’s a good idea to enter my chamber uninvited?”

I spun around, pushing Kyril behind me as I stepped closer. I dropped my hands to my sides. “I’m Zarya, and you’re holding two ofmymates hostage. I demand you release them.”

“You do not own these men’s destinies. I do,” the figure behind the desk said. “Their fates are mine to dictate, no one else’s.”

“And who the fuck are you?” I shot back, even though I was pretty sure I knew.

“I am Fate, little nymphette. And you do not have the power to argue with me.”

The creature was right about my lack of power and I nearly caved until I realized thataloneI had very little power, but I wasn’t alone. I had Theo’s and Ione’s power to draw from too, not to mention their minds and their understanding of this new world I’d so recently joined. So I reached inside as deep as I could go and found the ammunition I needed.

“What are you going to do about it if I do? I followed the rules. I allowed Deva to send her hounds to bring me a mate. They didn’t bring just one though. They brought four. And I observed the Haven’s customs for mating those four. Why is the blood meld I share with Theo any different than the melds I share with Kyril or Dorian? We are still bound together by Haven law. Are you telling methoselaws are less sacred than whatever laws you follow inside your own head? Are you so out of touch with the concept of love that you can’t let us have it when we find it?”

Fate gritted its teeth, glaring at me. “I cannot make exceptions every time someonebreaks the rules. It would bechaos!”

“A little chaos every once in a while is a good thing though. Keeps you honest, lets you understand the value of order, don’t you think?” I took two steps to close the distance to the desk and leaned down, planting my hand on the smooth, lavender-tinted surface. When I stood up again, a bloody handprint remained. Fate looked horrified.

“Now, in the spirit of Christmas, just consider what we all went through to get here. I’m more certain that these four belong with me than I’ve ever been of anything. Do you have a good argument why they don’t? One that’s more convincing than it being against your arbitrary rules? My heart knows the truth. The fact that I’m even here should tell you something. What does your heart tell you? Or do you evenhavea heart?”

Fate blinked rapidly, then regained its composure, straightening up in its cushy desk chair. “What I know is that more investigation is needed to understand how this happened. I must visit my granddaught—” It stopped before collecting itself, but I didn’t miss the slip. “I must visitDevaand examine her hounds. If they are following my rules, they would not have brought these satyrs to you. I need to find out what power out there was strong enough to subvert my own influence over their fates.”

“Great idea,” I said, latching on to a plan. “We should all go see Deva. We deserve answers too, especially when the outcome could change our lives. I’ll make you a deal. If your investigation proves Deva’s hounds weren’t responsible for bringing us together, I’ll let Dorian and Kyril go, but only if you let us spend the rest of the day together.” I took a shaky breath, avoiding my urge to look at the two men and feeling their disappointment stab through our bond. Fatehadto be wrong, and I hoped to have a day to prove it, or at least to prove to Fate that sometimes love didn’t follow the rules and that was okay too.

Fate narrowed its eyes and contemplated as if working through a chess problem in its head, then nodded. “You have a bargain, little nymphette. We will depart in a moment.”

I breathed a sigh of relief and turned back to a surprised pair of satyrs.

“I’m not sure why you look so relieved,” Dorian murmured under his breath when they all surrounded me. “We know the hounds were tampered with.”

I shook my head to stall his argument. “Guys, can we just enjoy the day? Christmas is not the time to fight, okay?” Mentally I broadcast to them my hopes for Deva’s help with the situation once we got her and Fate together. If that little slip was any indication, the pair of them had a stronger bond than Fate preferred to let on, and I hoped like hell it would work to our advantage.

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