Page 54 of Samhain

“So can I?” he said, seemingly asking for permission to take what he already owned. “Can I fuck you?”

“Hell,” I hissed. “I might die if you don’t.”

He nudged the tip of his cock against me, and I pushed back on him, bearing down so he could easily slip inside. He took it slowly, letting me enjoy the contact, letting me enjoy the burn of his branding.

And once he was in, he twisted his hips and immediately found that spot that made my arms go weak. I sagged under my own weight and euphoria, pressing my face down on the cool rubber floor and stretching my arms over my head, unable to support myself.

“That’s fucking it.” He laughed a sick, dark sound and put one palm on the side of my face, the other on the back of my shoulder blades, holding me in place while he took what he wanted. He pulled out only to surge back in. Deeper. Harder. Rocking my whole world and my body with it.

“You like that, don’t you, Chicago?” he said. “You’re so fucking good at your job because you already live that life. You know what it is to give your soul to someone else. To several someones.”

“Fuck,” I groaned, the sound coming from a deep, secret place inside of me. My cock wept with the fury of his taking. All I could do was lie there and receive it.

“This ass,” he said, squeezing my fleshy muscle so hard I’d have nail imprints for hours. “This cock.” He wrapped his fist around my dick, pumping me, squeezing the tip in just the right way to make me gasp. He made me feel so good, taking me like I belonged to him. “This mouth.”

He grabbed my chin so he could twist my head toward him, claiming my lips again with his own, biting and devouring me. I played along because I knew, deep down, that as much as Lex said I was his, he was equally mine. We had belonged to each other since that night in London, despite the years and heartache in between. Nothing about that would ever change.

“All fucking mine, right?” He growled, clawing at whatever skin he could find, fucking my ass like he could permanently imprint himself inside me. It ached and it throbbed and I loved every filthy thing about it.

“Yours, DC,” I said.

“You’re coming home to us, right?” He slowed his pace, more gentle now, as if to coax me into agreeing.

“I will,” I said, jolts of ecstasy ricocheting through my body, curling my toes against the floor. “I promise. I will when I can.”

I didn’t know if that pleased him or incensed him more because he snarled, gripped my hips, and fucked me deeper, maybe to remind me of the sincerity in my vows to him.

A few pumps later, I came like a firehose—hard and fast, spurting over the place and embarrassing myself. Lex laughed, the sound of his degradation making my cheeks burn, but that only spurred him on.

“Oh, such a quick trigger. Glad some things haven’t changed.” He kept going, picking up his pace, sinking his nails into my skin to hold me down, to mark me as his the way he’d marked Ivy and Miri.

Perhaps that made the most sense. We all belonged to Lex and he was our king. No matter what we did or where we went, our loyalty to him was written in our hands, as was his to us.

With a loud grunt and a hard shove, Lex came inside me. His groans of euphoria sent a fresh shock of arousal down to my half-hearted erection, and if he willed it, I would have lain there to force that moan out of him for the rest of the day. Instead, he eased himself out and smacked my ass hard enough to sting.

“Woo! And you thought I didn’t come down here for cardio.” Another slap on the other side. “Let’s see if we can go another round in the shower before the girls wake up, huh?” He leaned down to plant a rough, demanding kiss on my lips before trailing his lips to bite my earlobe. “I love you, Chicago.”

Then he was gone—up and out of the gym, heading for the shower while I tried to pry myself off the goddamn floor, blissed out and wrecked and put back together.

16

Carter

My version of heaven would be eerily similar to that week we spent in Lex and Ivy’s townhouse after the lust finished with us. Nowhere to go. Nowhere to be. Ivy and Lex took time off school, Miri had convinced her grandmother to give her some space, and I’d already planned this vacation.

I spent my mornings fucking my husband and making breakfast for my wives. After that, we talked and researched fairy history, speculating about what could be wrong with us. In the time since Ireland, all of us had seen doctors and had bloodwork done. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary with us physically or mentally, which meant this was some other kind of problem.

Dare I say magical?

I wasn’t ready to admit that out loud yet, even if it made the most sense. Siobhan hadn’t come to Ivy since we’d been together, so short of her brief encounter two years ago, we didn’t have much to go on.

“We have to assume all the lore is true,” Ivy said, rubbing her forehead.

“If we do that, then there are things that contradict each other.” Lex lit a cigarette and leaned back on the couch. We’d been in their study for hours, going through Ivy’s massive book collection. She’d accumulated enough for a doctorate. “For example, H. R. Murphy says there’s a portal in the woods. O’Kelley says the fairies abduct you from your bed. There are mentions of sacrifices?—”

“Sacrifices?” Miri asked with wide panicked eyes.

“Only life can pay for life,” Ivy explained. “In some cases, one person agrees to stay with the fairies in exchange for another person to be set free.”

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