Page 100 of Across an Endless Sea

Is she back yet? She feels back. Good. The púca should stop stealing her, that’smyprerogative.

I blink up to her garden, only to find Rose looking flushed andshiny. Ooh, she’s so tempting with her cheeks flushed like that.

“Just what did you two get up to on your trip?” I ask, blinking directly in front of her and peering at her wide irises. “Is Bree stealing my kisses as well as my dates?”

Rose blushes even darker, and I grin. Her face looks so pretty in pink.

“We kissed,” she confirms, and I smirk at the defiance in her voice.

Like she thinks I care. If the púca got her hot and bothered and then left her still wanting, well… his loss.

A throat clears behind us, and I notice she’s not alone. The wolf is here, giving me a look. Good. He needs a little help making the first move, and I’m feeling generous today.

“He left you achy and needing, didn’t he?” I ask, keeping my voice low, but not so low that Jaro can’t hear.

Rose’s breath hitches, and she goes to glance behind us, but I capture her chin before she can.

Her purple eyes meet mine, shining with nerves, but her pupils are blown wide with desire.

“Yes,” she whispers.

“Do you want us to help with that?” I ask, and Jaro’s jaw drops.

“Lorcan,” he censures.

Rose’s cheeks are almost tomato red now from her own embarrassment, but she’s nodding and her fae dust is coating the floor behind her.

Pretty sparkles.

“Oh, pretty pet,” I croon. “I hope your cheeks are just as pink when I’m hilt deep inside of you.”

I look over Rose’s head and wink at Jaro.

“If you don’t want to help, the stairs are there.”

The look he shoots me is one of complete and utter disbelief, so I jerk my chin at him. If he’s going to be here, he should at least participate.

“Just one orgasm, wolfie,” I promise. “All about her.”

He’s boring, so the reassurance that we’re not going further will probably make him happy.

Using my grip on her chin, I tilt her face upwards and lower my face to hers just as the shadow of Jaro falls over us both.

Thirty-Two

Rhoswyn

I’ve never experienced anything like this before. Lore is pressed against my front, using his grip on my face to keep me in place as he devours my mouth like he’s starving for the taste of me. I nearly jump a mile into the air when Jaro’s hands land on my waist.

Someone tall looming behind me, so close to my delicate wings, sparks a memory I wish I didn’t have. I stiffen without meaning to, and he senses it and backs off straight away.

Lore draws back as well, but he’s not discouraged. Instead, he twirls me until I’m facing Jaro. “Smell us,” he encourages.

His hands take the place of Jaro’s, and this time I have enough preparation to handle it. Taking Lore’s advice, I inhale and relax completely as my lungs are filled with equal parts of Jaro’s wood smoke and leather scent, and Lore’s metallic berries. The buzz between us is the final clue my brain needs to truly believe I’m safe, and when Lore’s grip tightens, I lean into him.

“I’ll kill him for making you afraid of us,” Jaro whispers gruffly.

I look up, meeting his serious chestnut eyes, and smile softly, leaning closer until he gets the hint and ducks down to claim his own kiss.

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