Page 82 of Cocktails & Cauldrons

“Don’t take this the wrong way, love, but what do you think about sex with handcuffs?”

She halted halfway to pulling down her knickers and looked at him over her shoulder.

Another painting to create.

Eoin’s attention was centered solely on her beautifully sculpted arse.

Or perhaps a bronze.

“No handcuffs and no nude paintings,” she warned.

“We’ll circle back around to this particular discussion later, to be sure,” he told her with a wicked grin.

It did the trick, and a soft blush highlighted her cheekbones.

Painting. It was the only way to do justice to that particular shade.

“Have you always been into kink?” Her curiosity was priceless. The harder she tried to be casual, the more obvious it became that she was a novice in all things related to sexual game play.

Oddly, Eoin didn’t mind. Once, he’d have been worried about boredom, but every hour spent with Brenna revealed a new facet to her personality, and it was anything but dull.

He sank into the tub across from her and drew her to straddle his lap. Her eyes rounded when she felt his fully erect cock rub against her nub. “I’m not answerin’ that one, love. But I will say the handcuff idea was more to do with your Siren and less to do with you.”

She scowled, and Eoin was surprised to see the flash of jealousy.

“I can see you’re after misunderstanding me, Brenna.” His lips twitched at her narrowed eyes. “The cuff suppresses magic, and my guess is your Siren, too. My thinkin’ was if you wear it when we shag, you’ve less chance of losing control of her.”

Her brow cleared, and she nodded as she immediately comprehended what he was telling her. “Suddenly, I’m very into handcuffs,” she confessed with a grin.

“Let’s try the one on for size, and if it works, grand. If not, we’ll talk to the Aether about craftin’ what we need.” But in his mind, Eoin was already designing the perfect armbands for her.Silver, to catch the light when her skin glowed with its iridescent light.

“I can see your artistry at work. Does this mean I really am yourmoose?”

Eoin laughed as he shoved away the metalwork project for another time. Here and now, his main focus was Brenna and providing all the love and pleasure she could handle.

“My heart is full when I look at you, Brenna.”

His confession brought wonder to her eyes.

“Even on my most optimistic of days, I didn’t think I could ever have this. Have you.” She shook her head with a soft smile. “How did I get so lucky?”

“We both did,” he managed past the thick lump forming in his throat. A more poignant moment, he’d never experienced. Everything he never knew he wanted was now within his grasp, and he never intended to let her go.

EPILOGUE

ONE MONTH LATER…

Adoor slammed somewhere in the distance, and the forceful sound disrupted Eoin’s thought process as he molded the clay in front of him. He’d been trying to get the Siren’s wings right for hours. With a sigh, he abandoned his worktable, but not before covering the clay with a magically infused cling film to help preserve it and prevent it from drying out.

An indignant shriek echoed through the halls as he exited his studio, and he had a moment’s pause.

“’Tis your sister and her friend from America. The Aether’s sister-in-law.”

He jumped when Fintan stepped from the shadows, standard scowl in place.

“Jaysus, man. You’re like a fecking ghoul, ya are! Lurkin’ in the shadows.”

The caretaker’s hard features morphed into a grin. “Have to keep ya on your toes, now, don’t I?”

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