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  “Is this better, lovely?” he murmurs seductively in my ear.

  “How are you doing this?”

  “Glamour, my dear. We fae are excellent at making things that are not really there look real. Take the party for instance. The music, the decorations are nothing more than a glamour from my mind. My appearance is what I want you to see.”

  “But it’s not real?” I question.

  “In a sense, no. This is the real me, but it’s still your brother’s body.”

  “That’s amazing and scary,” I admit.

  Taking my chin in a firm hold, he stares intensely into my eyes. “I don’t wish to scare you, lovely. I wanted you to see the real me and not picture Quinn. This isn’t some grand ploy to trick you. All I’m doing is pointing out what you’re already feeling.”

  “How?” I cry, shaking off the fog surrounding my mind. “This is crazy. I don’t even know you. Today has to be the most time I’ve spent around you. Before that, you were nothing but a spirit I raised from the dead. None of this makes any sense. You may have shown me your face, but that doesn’t mean you’re not using your tricky fae powers on my emotions. I’m vulnerable with Quinn gone. Like your glamour, these so-called feelings are nothing more than an illusion.”

  “If that’s what you choose to believe then fine, I’ll allow you to continue thinking that way, but sooner or later, you’re going to run out of excuses, and when you do, you’ll be mine to devour.”

  “Am I just a game to you?” I growl.

  “For now. I can’t say what the future holds.”

  “Ahh. You’re so fucking infuriating,” I grumble, growing angry now. I have conflicted emotions, and he’s standing here, in all his fae glory, toying with me.

  “Ah, there she is. I do love it when you get angry. You’re a lot more animated.”

  Before I can give him a smart-ass retort about how animated I can really be while I slit his throat, vines shoot out from the foliage around us and wrap tightly around my wrists. “What the hell?” I call out, but the Erlking pays my outburst no mind. With a delighted look on his face, he pushes me back until my back is flat against the rough bark of the thick tree whose branches I was just playing on.

  “Tell your little toy soldier to back off. I can practically feel his arrow aimed at me.”

  This is his doing. I narrow my eyes before spitting out, “Why the fuck would I do that?” In a very harsh tone that lets him know what I think about all this.

  Using my nails, I try to rip the vines from around me, but they pull taut until my arms are forced in the air above me, and I can only stare uselessly as the vines wrap around the tree holding me captive.

  “Because, lovely, you owe me five minutes,” he replies, smiling like the cat who ate the canary, or a better analogy, the fae king who caught the naive mage. Another couple of vines wrap around my ankles, pulling my legs apart before I’m truly bound to the tree with no way to free myself.

  “Do you want my assistance?” Archer asks hesitantly. I can feel his worry, and how much he’s fighting himself to hold back.

  “No. I made a deal with him, but in five minutes, if I’m still in distress and not freed, feel free to light his kingly ass up with all the arrows in your quiver.” Archer will be my contingency plan.

  “Are you done working things out with your warrior?” Oberon asks, and I give him an annoyed look.

  “You’re wasting time,” I growl.

  “So impatient. Isn’t there a human saying that patience is a virtue? I’d rather not rush what I’ve been planning all day.”

  I want to ask just what exactly that is when the vines wrapped around my arms pull me even tighter and I arch my back against the pressure. The move pushes my tits up and his gaze zeros in on them like bees to pollen. This close, he can see my rapid breathing, the rise and fall of my chest and an unusual scent perfumes the air. No longer do I smell the pine and briny scent of the woods, but the sweet scent of flowers and sandalwood. Combined together, it smells so good, and I moan, craving another sniff. My skin warms like I was just blasted with a thick cloud of steam, and I clench myself tightly as a sudden burst of arousal attacks my clit. Once I realize it’s his pheromones wreaking havoc on my body, he gives me a cheeky wink before moving closer, claiming my lips as his.

  The kiss is steamy and despite my better judgement, I kiss him back just as intensely as he does me. Our tongues battle as we each swallow and drink in the other’s moans. His body molds against mine, his hard to my soft. For a brief moment, I wish I wasn’t being restrained and could run my hands freely along his body on my own exploration. Reaching behind my neck, he undoes the tie to my top and it falls downward, freeing my boobs to the night air.

  Taking a step back, his gaze practically sets my body on fire. “Beautiful,” he murmurs in a tone full of lust. This isn’t one-sided. Whatever this is, he feels it too. “Perky and ripe like two rounded melons.”

  His big palms grope and squeeze me like he’s in the supermarket picking out the perfect fruit. He’s a pro, and I lose the fight to stifle my groans as he explores my breasts even further, content to take his time despite being on a time limit. I’m a goner when his mouth covers one nipple and sucks at the same time as his thumb softly brushes against the other, playing with the jingle bell of my piercing.

  “Umm, delicious,” he murmurs against my skin, before switching sides and showing the other equal attention. I practically scream when he bites down on my nipple and then sucks the pain away. His rough tongue plays ring around the nipple, finding and attacking all the sensitive areas.

  My panties are drenched, and when he skims his hand down my exposed skin and under my skirt, I’m nice and slippery when he pushes his finger inside my heat. With a growl of approval, he tortures me further with his fingers, playing me like a finely tuned instrument. I’m completely under his spell in sensation overload as his mouth continues to assault my breasts. I’m so close. My breathing is erratic, my moans loud and clear in the night air. Anyone from the party can stumble upon us, but with everything he’s doing to me, I couldn’t care less. Let them get an eyeful as long as he never stops.

  “So wet. You’re drenching my fingers with your sweet essence,” he coos before going back to teasing my skin.

  I can feel how hard he is. This close, his cock pokes my stomach, and I arch into him, wanting to feel it inside me. For a moment, I pretend it’s his cock and not his fingers chasing down my release. Five minutes had to have come and gone, but I’m thankful he hasn’t stopped. Attempting to swallow my breast whole, he sucks hard on the flesh he can fit into his warm mouth while his fingers speed up against my hardened nub. I’m right there. Ready to tip toe right off the cliff in erotic bliss. So what if it’s a faery king about to get me off as long as I climax. Losing this battle, I close my eyes tight, preparing to scream my release when suddenly he stops, pulling his fingers free.

  “What the hell?” I yell in disbelief. His gaze meets mine with a cocky smile, goading me to shove his fingers back inside and finish what he started.

  “Now, don’t look at me like that, lovely. I warned you earlier what I’d do to you in those five minutes. If you want me to continue, all you need to do is what I asked.”

  My eyes widen and I curse him to the fiery pits of Hell as I recall our conversation. Realizing what he wants from me. My body is at war with my pride. To push me even further, he stares intensely into my hazel eyes as he sucks on the fingers that were just inside me.

  “Umm, just as sweet as I thought.”

  “You’re an asshole,” I growl like some wild animal.

  Unfazed, he nibbles on my ear. His teeth giving me enough sting to rethink my decision. Would it be so bad to give into him? One word, and I’ll be in sexual bliss. It’s not like fucking him will mean anything. But it will, and that small admittance helps me with my decision, even if my answer is not the one my body needs or wants to hear.

  “You’ve had your time. Now, let me go.”

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nbsp; Surprised, he moves back and narrows his eyes. “Are you sure?” he questions.

  “Yes,” I answer, hating myself even more.

  With a long sigh, he snaps his fingers and the vines release me. Despite how tight they were holding me, there’s not a single mark on my skin. Like before, Oberon’s body ripples before Quinn is standing before me once again.

  “If you change your mind, you know where you can find me. If not, I’ll see you tomorrow,” he replies, giving my body one last heated look before sauntering off back toward the party.

  Alone, I tie my top back in place. My body is trembling and truly pissed at me. I can still feel my orgasm banging against my walls, dying to be let loose. I can either go back to the party and take him up on his offer, find a random to get my rocks off, or go back to the cabin and make use of my battery powered boyfriend. Neither option sounds appealing except the first one, and I can’t do that. I have to stay firm with my decision. Instead, I search for the source of water I heard earlier hoping it’s just what I need to cool me off.

  Chapter 7

  Angelica

  The source of the water turned out to be a lagoon hidden deep in the forest, well away from the party or anything else for that matter. If I didn’t hear the water with the enhanced hearing borrowed from my familiar, I doubt I would have ever found it. The area is beautiful, well hidden and secluded in the woods. Lit by hundreds of fireflies, it almost reminds me of the scenery of a secret place in a dark fairy tale. There’s bushes of dark purple and blue flowers I have never seen before with orange horn shaped centers. Thick vines covered in spiky orange thorns and black heavily scented roses wrapped around the trees and hang from the branches. Thick moss grows on the surface of the grey boulders drenched with water as dark as the sky. It’s like a hidden oasis, and lucky for me and my predicament I’m not alone.

  “Treasure, what a nice surprise,” Oli says when he sees me at the edge peering over at him and his twin. Blondie turns, and when he spots me, his eyes go on a slow trek down my body, renewing the craving I was just denied. I don’t know if running into them was luck or the universe's way of fucking with me as it tempts my lacking restraint. I turned the Erlking down, but no way in hell can I do that a second time.

  “Are you two stalking me again, or is this really a coincidence?” I ask without taking my eyes off Blondie.

  “Coincidence or fate. Whatever you want to call it,” Blondie finally answers.

  “This lagoon is known for its healing properties. I come out here everytime I drain myself to recharge my healing magic,” Oli replies.

  The water is too dark to know for sure, but judging by the clothes draped neatly on the hollow tree trunk seated away from the water, it’s safe to say they’re completely naked. That thought alone jolts me with another bolt of lust.

  “You know why we’re out here. Now it’s your turn to tell us why you are,” Blondie inquires.

  “Nothing more than simple curiosity. I was at a party when I heard the water with help from my familiar, so I decided to check it out,” I say simply. No need to bring up I was teased and then denied what was probably going to be an epic orgasm by the faery king.

  “Must have been a boring party to bring you all the way out here,” Oli says, looking at me closely.

  “You’re so paranoid, Oli. You really need to loosen up,” I tease. To get him off the reason why I’m here, I undo my top and pull it off, dropping it on the ground. His eyes immediately snap to my tits and spark like blue fire.

  “Fuck,” Blondie groans, and I smile. Now that I have their attention, I might as well go all the way.

  With both of their gazes locked on me, I shimmy out of my skirt, letting it fall next to my top. I don’t bother to take off the chain looped around my waist since it won’t get in the way, plus it looks sexy dangling from my naked skin, but I do unattach the doll and set it on top of my clothes. My panties are the next to go and last my boots until I’m free of all my clothing.

  I watch them as they watch me, and as sexy as I can, I saunter into the water, careful to not trip over any of the rocks. If I fall, not only will it be embarrassing but painful. Some of these rocks have very sharp edges. The water is freezing, and I shiver as it rises up my body to my collar bone. Blondie is standing in the middle of the pool, the water only going to his chest, and he watches my progress like a hungry wolf. I’m surprised he hasn’t pounced yet, instead allowing me to do my own thing. Oli is seated on a boulder, relaxed with his arms stretched out on both sides of the edge of the rocky bank and those magnificent blue orbs stare me down as I walk over to him. Like the light mage that was feeling up Oberon sitting on his throne, I grab his legs and slowly run my hands up and down his thighs, generating heat from the friction. Closing his eyes, he groans loudly, like my touch is the greatest thing he ever felt in his life. Those luscious lips I spent all afternoon kissing pucker in a perfect O.

  “Do you really want to waste time talking about my reasons for being here?” I ask him in a husky tone thick with lust.

  “Fuck no,” he answers, making me smile wider.

  I’m not as efficient with my wind magic as I am with my other powers, but I do have a couple tricks up my sleeve, and now is a better time than any to test them. Acting like the seductress, I’m not, I lift my hands in the air before making a show of lowering it down my body and touching myself. He can’t see through the water, but he knows exactly what I’m doing, and I watch fascinated as his eyes dilate with lust. When my hand surfaces again, I lightly touch my throat and whisper spiro so softly, even he barely hears. Before he can guess what I’m about to do, I duck under the water.

  Using my sense of touch in the dark water, I feel up his legs to his shaft, which is standing tall and proud. When I palm him in my hand and give him a firm stroke, he sucks in a breath. I should be at my limit for holding my breath, but thanks to my powers, I can freely breathe underwater like a fish. Holding the base of his hard cock firmly in one hand, I open my mouth wide, happy my powers also keep the water from rushing in, and I take him in my warm mouth, which makes him jump from surprise, both from my action and the change in temperature.

  Playing with him, I suck on his mushroom head before licking him from the slit, to his velvety shaft, and hairless balls. Apparently, Oli uses magic to wax because he’s completely smooth and hairless down there, and I find that so damn hot. Going for another tour, I lick upwards this time, and when I get to his head, I impal my throat, swallowing his thick cock as far as I can go without choking. He’s big, but I’m not a wuss, nor do I ever back down from a challenge. With a firm grip on his dick, I jerk him in my mouth in a crazed rhythm, which excites me as much as it does him. My orgasm from before is right there, and I clench my cunt and thighs together, causing friction to rise to the surface.

  Bringing his hand down on the top of my head, he threads his fingers through my hair, pulling hard enough to remind me whose cock I’m sucking, but not painful enough to hurt me. To remind him who started this little experiment, and who's really in charge, I use my hand to fondle his balls as I pick up speed, sucking him down whichever way I chose. It’s quite the battle, but I come out the victor when suddenly he stiffens on a groan and shoots his load down my throat. Magic is a funny thing, because it’s his cum I swallow safely and not the water.

  When I surface, he grabs the back of my throat and slams his mouth on mine, kissing me with more vigor than earlier when we were teasing each other in his room. His palm squeezes my boob, pinching my nipple, and I moan inside his mouth, lost in a thundering lust cloud. Hands touch me from behind, and I know it’s Blondie done playing spectator. His warm body engulfs me from behind, and I rub my chilled body against Oli, happy to be the meat in this twin sandwich. When Oli pinches my nipple harder, I gasp then moan as his lips move to my neck, biting and nibbling a path. It’s safe to say we’re all past the stopping point, especially when I reach behind me and take Blondie’s hard shaft in my hand. He’s just as big as his brother,
which I’m not surprised. They are twins after all.

  “I know you got my brother off, but if you don’t want this to happen, you need to tell me now.” Ryker’s nibbling stops, and he presses his forehead to my skin waiting on my answer.

  No need to ask what this is. I know if I say stop they will, but I don't want to. As soon as I came out here and saw them, I knew exactly what we were going to do.

  “Don’t stop,” I cry and that’s all the consent they need before they destroy me.

  Ryker

  When my lovely little doll disappeared under the water, I stopped worrying about how long she was under once I heard my brother gasp and glimpsed the look of pure pleasure on his face. After that, it didn’t take a genius to guess exactly what she was doing under there for so long, especially when his hand disappeared in the water. Oli is a sucker for getting his dick sucked, and she just notched it up to a whole new level of difficulty. As twins, we’re used to sharing everything, so when he channels his pleasure through the bond like he did this afternoon when he was making out with her, I felt everything he was feeling as if her lips were wrapped around my own dick. Not only does she have a sharp tongue, she’s very good at using her mouth. I was already as hard as the rocks surrounding us watching her sexy little show undressing, seeing her perfect body completely bare for the first time, but now, my cock is pure steel, and I was dying to sink myself into her liquid heat.

  Tilting his head up, Oli cums with a groan so loud, the birds in the trees above us resting for the night flutter, rattling the leaves, and fly away, forgoing their nest for the night. “Holy shit,” he curses.