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"Magical," Ivarr whispered. "I forgot how wondrous it was to touch the treasurekeeper. I feared we'd already lost you in this cycle. That maybe you'd never be gifted to us again."
I leaned in, holding my breath. The softness of his lips against mine made me shiver. He opened his mouth against mine, inviting me to taste him. I slid my tongue into his mouth and tasted the sweet honey directly from his tongue. His kiss was like drinking molten sunlight. I could feel his energy pulsing through me, heating my body, sizzling through my bloodstream, straight to my core.
I lifted my mouth and stared into his eyes. "No darkness can stand against your light."
"Not with you and my brethren at my side. My light hasn't shined in hundreds of years. Not without Doran, and not without you."
Keane stepped up and laid a hand on his shoulder. "My turn."
Ivarr scooted to the side, but pushed his head and shoulders up under my left arm so the heat of his body ran down my left side. Evidently he didn't mind Warwick's thigh in the way either.
Staring up at Keane, the image I'd painted flashed through my mind, the red stripe down his forehead and nose.
"The war stripe of my clan," he whispered, his eyes flaring. "You saw that? I haven't worn that stripe in a thousand years, at least."
"You should warn her," Aidan said, his voice gruff.
"No one walks away unsatisfied," I replied, trying to keep my voice light and teasing, even though I didn't really know what that meant exactly.
"It means..." Keane went down to his knees in front of me and leaned in, giving me a playful, sultry look. His dirty-blond hair tumbled down over his forehead and his whiskey-brown eyes gleamed almost as brightly as Ivarr's dark honey. "You'll like my touch very much indeed."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"My touch is orgasmic." He held up gloved hands and waggled his fingers. "So is my kiss. You can touch me, that's fine. But when I strip these gloves off or touch you with my mouth, you will climax over and over, until I can finally break away from the contact, or you simply can't come any longer."
"That sounds fantastic and also terrible at the same time."
He huffed out a laugh and nodded. "Aye, that's the perfect way to say it. I'll blow your mind, but if I can't stop touching you, I'll risk pushing you too hard, too far. Even pleasure can become pain when it's given in excess." Staring up at me, he sighed, a frown tugging his luscious full lips down. "It's been a fucking eternity since I touched a woman, treasurekeeper. I won’t be able to control my gift much at all, at least for awhile."
Holding my breath, I leaned toward him. "My name is Riann."
Braced for a cataclysmic eruption, I lightly pressed my lips to his. He made a pleased hum against my lips and opened his mouth slightly, his tongue gently tracing my bottom lip. I opened for him, letting him stroke inside my mouth. So tender and gentle. I relaxed against him, softening. It was just a kiss. Not a mind-blowing...
He turned his head slightly to fit his mouth more fully to mine, and something tightened inside me. Like a current suddenly blazed to life, burning a line of power from my mouth deep into my core. My nerve endings jerked awake, screaming with sensation. My breath oomphed out against his mouth as he slid his tongue deep.
My back arched, my hands scrambling at his shoulders, his hair. Warwick shifted beneath me, too, easing his dick more fully beneath my buttocks. A torment. To have him there, so close, but not inside me. To feel such an incredible surge through my body. I gasped into Keane's mouth, shaking as climax poured through me. It felt like my fingertips lit up and I was spinning rainbows through the room. I shook and groaned and writhed on top of Warwick's lap, while Ivarr pressed closer, his mouth on my shoulder, sharing in my bliss.
It went on. And on.
My muscles started to cramp. A massive charley horse seized my right thigh. My eyes burned and I threw myself back so hard I almost cracked my head into Warwick's nose.
Panting, I stared at Keane. His lips were swollen and full, his eyes smoldering with lust. He leaned back toward me and I slapped my hand onto his chest, holding him back. "Oh no. I think that's plenty until we find Doran."
He gave me a dark, heavy-lidded look so hot that my shirt should have gone up in flames. "Are you sure?"
I nodded jerkily. "Definitely. I promised him I wouldn't do more than kiss any of you until we found him. And if you kiss me again..." I gave a little wiggle on Warwick's lap, making him groan.
Keane laughed and backed away. "Yeah, right. Maybe you should let me do it again, though, just to watch the leprechaun squirm. It'll be worth it."
We all looked at Aidan, and he let out a low growl. "Did you steal my wheels just to kiss us?"
I didn't need any of them to tell me not to push him. Aidan would touch me in his own time—or not at all. It was his choice. "I know where Doran is."
"Well, that’s fucking grand." He retorted so sarcastically I wanted to punch him. "But how do we fucking free him once we find him? Did you think in all these cycles that we've been reborn, that we never managed to find him? We have. It fucking sucks to stare up at his statue and be unable to wake him from the stone slumber Balor cursed him into. Do you know how you're going to wake him?"
"I'll figure it out when I see him."
"Motherfucker. You don't have a fucking clue, do you."
