Page 102 of Kept to Kill
He was gentle as he eased in and out and, with his other hand, pulled Bastian– and Bastian’s cock– away from her.
Bastian grasped Mal’s hair and pushed his staff into Mal’s open mouth just as Lily reached her peak, throwing her head back and screaming loudly as Quin thrust into her spasming channel and Mal’s finger kept its pace in her other one. She tightened around Quin’s cock and he found his release without warning, gripping her tightly and plunging into her hard and deep.
A moment later, Bastian let out a groan too as Mal swallowed his seed. Bastian pulled him up and kissed him with a sound of contentment that Mal mirrored immediately.
All of them finally sated, Quin took Lily in his arms and she curled up next to him, Bastian on her other side, while Mal got dressed and left to find them food and drink.
Lily closed her eyes and let herself drift, feeling as if a weight had been lifted from her now that she had told them what had happened in the Library. She didn’t know what she expected from the Brothers, but it wasn’t the kindness that she had seen in all of their eyes, even Mal’s. It made her wonder if perhaps shecouldmake a life with them. She loved them, after all, and she was beginning to understand that they did really care for her as well.
* * *
They arrived backat the camp a few days later, the ship’s journey dull and painfully boring, thank the gods. Once they reached the Westport, they traveled straight to the camp, finding it in its usual orderly fashion in the same place they’d left it, though Vineri’s fortress was now stripped bare and half demolished.
Quin took Lily directly to his tent, noticing at once that the great desk was now tidy, the piles of haphazard papers gone. There were but a few pieces for him to deal with. Despite his suspicions, Maeve was a good steward, he noted.
Lily went to the table, always stocked with food, and piled a plate high, much to his amusement, as soon as they got inside. Seeing his gaze, she grinned sheepishly, her cheeks reddening as he sat at his desk and looked over what Maeve had left him about the goings-on while he’d been away. Thanks to her succinct notes, it didn’t take him long to catch up.
Lily unpacked the bags, putting the book from Drake on his desk. He sighed as he stared at it; the diary of a man who had gone mad in his quest to understand their realms, rambling about the fae, portals, wards. It was interesting, granted, but he still didn’t understand Drake’s reasons for giving it to him save that the wards were mentioned, perhaps for the first time. He’d never read anything about them in the other archival tomes from before the man’s time, after all.
Quin had decided what he would do. Perhapsthathad been Drake’s aim all along. It would be a hard sell to the Army, but after the devastation he’d seen in the north that would inevitably sweep across the whole of their realm, there was no alternative. The Army of the Dark Brothers had been created for a task, and they must perform it again or there would be nothing left for anyone.
The boy appeared in the tent with a note. Quin took it from him, looked it over, and stood immediately.
‘What is it?’ Lily asked.
‘It’s Maeve. She was attacked last night,’ he said, reading the note again as he strode from his tent, Lily following closely behind him.
He went down the two rows it took to get to the tent Maeve shared with Jax, Callan, and Seth and rang the bell outside.
Seth appeared at the door.
‘Where is she? What happened?’
‘We know little more than I put in the note. She has not woken since she was found yesterday in your tent.’
Quin’s eyes narrowed as he went in, finding Maeve on the bed unmoving, Jax and Callan sitting on either side of her, each clutching one of her hands. The side of her face was bruised. Someone had hit her with something heavy.
‘Who did this?’ Callan looked up at Quin. ‘Who the fuck did this to our Fourth?’
‘Has anyone seen Morden?’ Quin asked grimly.
‘Morden?’ Jax scoffed. ‘Morden is weak. Pathetic. He couldn’t even pass the trials to become a Brother.’
‘But has anyone seen him?’ Quin ground out.
‘Not for days.’
‘Get the word through the camp. Morden is to be found and brought to me. He can’t have gotten far,’ Quin called, walking from the tent.
Greygor’s steward was the only other person who could have done this. And he would have had all of the information that was disclosed to their enemies as well. It had not sat well with him thinking it was Maeve. She was a straightforward woman. Subterfuge? Cloak and dagger? That wasn’t what he would expect from her. If she had a problem, she would come at him head-on.
Quin was a fool for not having considered Morden before, but he was such a pathetic worm. He was never at the forefront of Quin’s mind, if he was honest.
* * *
Lily and Quinreturned to the tent and it wasn’t long before a short yet haughty man was brought in. Morden, she presumed. He looked at Lily with disdain before Quin rose from the desk and hit him hard.
He stumbled back.
