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Arden and her men offer their congratulations and their support, including the men they lead.
A tall, auburn-haired man comes up with a slender, blond lady on his arm. “This is a disgrace. Denir would have never treated us this way. If he were here…”
Madoc cuts him off. “If he were here, I’d put him in the grave. Never mistake me for my weak cousin. You won’t like the consequences, Lord Edsel of the Autumn Court.”
Furious, the man stomps off into the crowd.
I lean over and whisper, “You might have to replace him.” Then I shrug. “Or send him to war. I doubt he’d survive.”
Rivan laughs, but Madoc stares after the Fae with a pensive expression on his face.
At the end of the night, we tally up the wins and losses. It’s about fifty-fifty, for and against Madoc. Too bad. He’s their king.
Cormal strides into the hall. “The messengers have been sent to every corner of the kingdom heralding King Madoc. Our countdown has begun.”
Madoc gives him a solemn nod. “Thanks.”
“Did you see Riona? She was beautiful,” I tell Cormal. “It must have been hard for her to return. Maybe we can have her over for dinner in The Underworld. She might feel more at home there, like you do.”
Cormal runs his hand down the back of my cheek. “Good idea. I’ll text Riona in the morning and see how she feels. Oryn’s at least got her texting, which is a relief. I like knowing I can get a hold of her.”
I gather up my dress and start walking out the door.
“Where are you going?” Cormal asks with a frown.
Deliberately sending the three of them a naughty image of the underwear I had made for this special occasion, I step into the shadows and head toward our room.
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
MERI
They arrive seconds after I do. Standing in the middle of the room, wearing a scrap of deep blue silk between my legs and an equally see-through strapless bra, I take a sip of the champagne I left chilling before the ceremony. Bubbles tickle my nose, and I laugh.
“To King Madoc, may your obsessions drive you wild, your tongue lap the sweetest of juices, and your cock last all night long.” I giggle, taking another sip. “There’s a glass for everyone.”
Rivan peels off his clothes in slow motion, and I watch him reveal every inch of his burnished skin. He curls his fingers, and I sashay over to him in my heels and run a finger down his hard chest to his cut abs, then below. I take a drink of the champagne, then tip the glass, spilling a good amount down his body.
Following it with my tongue, I taste and lick every muscle covered in the sweet juice. Then I take him into my mouth and swirl my tongue around him. “You taste better than the champagne.”
His hand tunnels into my hair and presses against my head.
Opening wider, he slips in deeper, and I moan around the length of him. My cheeks hollow as I pull back, licking and swirling along the way. He gasps, and I peer up at him as I do it all again, watching the flames rise in the depths of his eyes.
Standing, I push him down to the bed and climb on top of him.
Madoc comes over and pulls my head back, his tongue thrusting into my mouth with a deep kiss, and I moan at the need rising in me.
Shifting, I slide Rivan’s cock into my drenched body. Kissing and tasting Madoc as I ride another man is exhilarating. In sync with each other, I’m bombarded with the feel of them both.
Hands wrap around from behind me, covering my breasts as a mouth skims down the side of my neck. The hint of The Underworld drifts to me, and my body quivers with the addition of Cormal.
I remove Madoc’s clothes and lick my lips. “I want to taste you, too.”
He closes his eyes for a microsecond, then moves forward on the bed. Reaching down, he strokes himself several times. He’s longer than either Cormal or Rivan. I open my mouth and take him in one inch at a time, until I hit the base, then I use my tongue, lips, and hand to drive him wild. I hadn’t done this to him yet, and it’s been a hell of a long time since he’s had someone deep throat him.
“You’re amazing,” Madoc says hoarsely. “With your full lips wrapped around my cock. Sucking and licking. I can’t stop watching.” He brushes the hair back from my face and holds it in his hand.
Rivan takes over from me, keeping a steady pace that holds us in a sort of edgy limbo. His hands roam between the two of us, circling where we’re joined, then the button near the top. Isqueeze him tightly, trying to stave off the desire that’s ramping up inside me, but it’s like trying to hold off a tsunami.
