Page 103 of Cathmoir's Sons

With nearly identical, inquisitive expressions, they stop investigating the bath products and approach me.

“The eyes say you’re Caileán, but you seem more like Kellan tonight. What’s going on?”

“I’m always myself,” she answers. “But my unawakened self remembers more and more each day. This place, Ty Olewydd, feels like the place where I can be everything you might wish of me. Even more than my own hall. Ceòfuar is where I’m the Crow Queen. Ty Olewydd is where I’m yours. This isourden. Our homeplace. Strange, since it’s so far from our birthplace, but that’s the way I feel.”

Law draws in behind Caileán and rests his chin on the top of her head. “I like that, Ty Olewydd. Olive House.”

“Mmm-hmm,” Caileán confirms. “Tonight, we’ll consecrate this new den to the Mother. Tomorrow, we’ll swim the Straits and claim the Waters.” She gestures through the doorway into the bedroom where huge windows look out at the darkened sea. “This is a place where Air kisses Water. Where Fire dances with the Sea. This isourhome.”

I pick her up, pulling her legs around my hips, and kiss her. Air and Water. Our magics mingle: lapping, seeping, ruffling, until we’re one. An ocean breeze.

I carry her to a huge bed positioned with a view out of the windows. “Bring a towel,” I call over my shoulder to the twins.

Kellan or Caileán—the woman in my arms—laughs, throaty and happy.

I toss her onto the bed. White pillows tumble to the floor. Green and brown quilts billow as she sinks into the mattress. A rich, herbal smell rushes up out of the bed. Caileán rolls around in it, hugging herself.

“Mmm, sage and cedar and lavender,” Luca says as he nears the bed, the requested towel folded over his arm. He’s stripped down to just his boxers.

“I obviously replaced the bedding but the lady who sold it to us said something about a ticking mattress that’s been in the family for generations. She said it’s a baby-making mattress.” Law comes around the other side of the bed, grinning wickedly. “So I kept it.”

“I’m already pregnant,” Caileán points out.

“Insurance,” Law says with a shrug.

“We should talk about how many we want.”

“Sure, we can do that.” Law plants his hands in the baby-making mattress and leans over Caileán, smiling down at her. “After the first dozen.”

“Madman,” Caileán responds, shaking her head in a froth of midnight hair against the earthy quilt.

“Do you really want to be insulting the Cait in control of your orgasms for the next few hours?”

Caileán grabs the quilt and pulls it over her face. A muffled “yes” rises from under the bedding.

Law chuckles. “Luca’s not the only brat in the room, I see.”

“I resent that,” Luca says. “I’m thebestbrat in the room. But I’m not thebiggestbrat. You hold that honor, bro.”

Law flips his brother off.

I have Luca help me pull back the quilts, strategically arrange some pillows, and lay down the towel. “Caileán, face down. Best brat, you’re up first. When you’re within a minute of coming, tell me.”

Law holds up a finger. “Not to fuck with your scene, but I’d like to be on the bottom of that cat pile.”

I gesture magnanimously to the towel.

Law spreads himself on the bed and beckons to Caileán. “Ride me, mate. I want to feel you tighten around me as my brother works you higher and higher, knowing there’s no release coming.”

Caileán’s throat works but she bravely straddles Law. She lowers herself onto him an inch at a time, bracing herself against the headboard. I’m not sure there’s been enough foreplay for her to take him easily and tonight’s going to be rough for her. I draw on my Element, flick my fingers at her, and am gratified by her sigh. She circles her hips atop Law’s and they both groan with the connection.

I flick my fingers at Caileán again to make sure she’s clean. “Get in there, kit.”

Luca’s eyes are brighter and hotter than an emerald flame as he watches his mate and his brother. “Can I hold her wrists?”

“For now and don’t get used to it.”

Luca shivers and climbs onto the bed. Caileán’s still wearing her cute socks, a stretchy black skirt that she’s pulled up to her waist, and a sapphire-blue shirt. Law’s plucked the buttons of her shirt open and has Kellan’s breasts in his hands. He draws red circles on the skin around her nipples with his thumb-claws, each revolution pulling a fresh moan out of Kellan.

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