Page 2 of Beneath the Earth (Seven Wardens 3)

"Get out!" she told him, and with a smirk and a wave, the incubus left.

Macey huffed when she realised that she wasn't tired anymore. She was wide awake, actually, and now that she was sitting up, it really didn't make much sense to go back to sleep. Maybe Cam had managed to organise some proper breakfast. Food, human food, not the weird stuff Jared was consuming. Although he also ate proper food, so maybe he'd just been joking?

Her men were weird, but that was the way she liked them. Better weird than boring.

Without warning, she threw her remaining pillow at Flint and then jumped out of bed before he cou

ld retaliate. Her clothes lay discarded in a corner and with a disappointed sigh, she put them on. The house her men were living in was magical and cleaned her clothes overnight. This house... not so much. She couldn't wait to get back home. All this running and saving the world was getting exhausting. Not long ago, she'd been an innocent little loch kelpie and now, she'd been a prisoner, had fallen in love with three men and had seen death take one of her friends.

Life had become very complicated very quickly.

The others were sat around the long benches that they’d first encountered here. Izban had an arm around Amber, and the beithir was leaning into him, a satisfied sleepy grin on her face.

Macey knew that look. She was probably sporting it herself this morning. Maybe they could steal some girl time to talk about it. Maybe… she wasn’t completely convinced by that. She’d never really had a close female friend before and didn’t know what she was supposed to talk about with one.

Sex was a normal topic, right? As were men? It seemed like as good a starting point as any. But would Macey’s antics scare the younger woman off? It wasn’t like most people took three men to their bed at once. In fact, most didn’t.

Macey straightened her spine. She loved her three men. There was no denying that. And what she did with those three men, individually, or together, was her business, and hers alone. She’d talk about it if and when Amber asked, but not before. She didn’t want to push her lifestyle on anyone else.

A short giggle escaped her. She had a lifestyle. She’d never expected that.

“Morning,” Rónán said, not as brightly as the others.

A pang of guilt shot through Macey as she noticed his drawn features, and puffy eyes. He hadn’t slept nearly as well as the rest of them. Maybe she should have offered him the room she’d shared with her men.

A firm hand rested on her back. “Don’t even go there,” Flint whispered in her ear.

Rónán’s gaze shifted from what he was doing, and settled on Macey, raking her up and down as he did. She shifted from side to side, wondering if he could tell what she’d been up to. Or worse. If he’d heard the cries she was sure she made the night before.

She didn’t even remember much of what her men had done to her specifically. Her main thought had been on the sensations they’d been giving her and the pleasure it brought.

Rónán’s eyes met hers, and he winked.

He definitely knew what she’d been up to. Macey counted crabs in her head, trying not to think about it. If she didn’t, then she could avoid the embarrassment that would bring.

“Morning,” she muttered.

“Tea?” Rónán asked.

She nodded enthusiastically.

“There isn’t much milk,” he said apologetically.

“That’s okay, I’ll take it without.” She gave him a weak smile.

Jared sucked in a shocked breath, the air whistling through his teeth. “Sacrilege,” he whispered.

Macey shot him a withering look while Amber chuckled away.

“It’s really not that bad,” the beithir said. “We didn’t always have milk up the mountain.”

“That doesn’t sound right,” the incubus replied.

Rónán passed Macey a cup. Their fingers brushed and Macey could have sworn some kind of jolt of electricity passed between them. But that wasn’t right. Amber was the electric one.

Glancing over her shoulder, Macey reassured herself that he hadn’t noticed anything odd between her and Rónán. She wanted to be oblivious too, but the thought of what she’d felt was spinning around her head.

“What do we do now?” She didn’t aim her question at anyone in particular, but instead hoped that someone would take her cue.

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