Dark Sidhe Claimed (3 page)

“What is it?” he demanded, yanking ineffectually at her clothing. Finally, his hand caught on her pocket and the fabric gave way with a loud tear that seemed to echo endlessly in the quiet of the night. The woolen bundle fell to the ground, and the iron key bounced gracelessly from the center of the material to stare accusingly up at her. Both men stepped back, giving the dangerous metal a wide berth.

“You carried iron on your body?” Rylan’s expression was incredulous as he repeatedly looked between her and the offending item. “It could have killed you,” he said more softly.

“It was the only way I could stay hidden from Dahire…and the others.”

Kier poked at it with a stick. “It must have prevented us from crossing through the veil.

Tama nodded and bent to pick up the wool and the key. “I really think it would be better if we parted ways here.” Somehow she managed to keep her voice from trembling at the suggestion. “Dahire is gone for the time being, there’s nothing your king can offer me that I want.”
Except maybe endless nights with the both of you.

Kier reached out and grasped her hand before she could touch either thing. “It’s been sapping your strength, hasn’t it? It’s why you couldn’t teleport away from us.”

She nodded again.

“No more. I won’t allow you to harm yourself further—not when we can protect you.”

“I don’t need either of you to coddle me.” Frustration welled within her. If the iron hadn’t weakened her, she wouldn’t be in this position. But, without the iron she would have been captured long before now.

Rylan wrapped his arms and wings around her from behind. “Enough discussion.”

For the second time that night, she felt the warm rush of magic as her body dissipated into nothing more substantial than vapor. This time, she breached the barrier between the realms. Fear settled in the pit of her stomach as she steeled herself for meeting the king of the Unseelie Court. Even more powerful than the fear was the realization that despite Kier and Rylan’s pretty words, there was no connection between them. She was still their prey. And even more unnerving was that the realization didn’t change the fact that she still wanted them.

Rylan transported them to their rooms in the palace, knowing Kier would follow. He wasn’t worried about Dahire finding them. The Unseelie lands were well protected, and Dahire’s sense of self-preservation would keep him from attempting to track them in their own territory.

Right now, Rylan was more concerned with exploring their connection with Tama. She’d been adamant about trying to push them away, but he wasn’t having it, and neither was Kier. Rylan had known there was something different about her from the first moment he’d touched her. Something that called to his most primal self, begging him to taste. To touch. To possess. He knew Kier felt the call as strongly as he did. And he suspected that Tama, though she’d be loath to admit it did, too.

Once inside their dwelling, Rylan slowly lowered Tama to the ground, allowing her to slide down the length of his body. He knew the moment she felt his erection. Her body stiffened and a tiny, choked sound of arousal escaped her parted lips. As soon as her toes touched the floor, she took two steps back, but he snaked an arm around her waist and tugged her flush against his body.

“W—What about the king?” she stammered.

“He can wait.” Oisin would understand, of that, Rylan had no doubt. Besides, he was guessing that Kier’s continued absence meant he was informing Oisin that they’d met their objective, and they’d bring her to him later. That was really all he needed to know at the moment.

Tama’s eyes dropped to Rylan’s chest as if she dreaded meeting his gaze. Sliding the fingers of his free hand into her windswept mass of hair, he tilted her head back to look into her eyes. “Tell me you don’t want this—that you don’t want us,” he rasped.

“I don’t…” She closed her eyes and shook her head seeming to wage battle with herself. “I can’t. I can’t tell you that.”

Chapter Four

 “Good,” Rylan breathed as his lips descended on hers. She opened willingly to his kiss, and he plunged into the sweet velvet of her mouth. His cock throbbed at the urgent press of her body against his as she tangled her fingers in his hair, tugging him closer.

Kier materialized behind her with a quiet groan. “You couldn’t wait for me?” he muttered, stroking his hands over the delicate arches of her wings.

A shudder racked Tama’s body.

He repeated the motion. “They’re so sensitive,” he whispered as he trailed his tongue along the same path. “Are you that sensitive everywhere?”

Stepping closer, Kier slipped his hands under her top and stroked her stomach. “I want to see you.” He pressed a kiss to the middle of her back between her wings. “I want to taste you.” He nipped at her earlobe. “I want to fill you.” He sank his teeth into the curve where her neck met her shoulder.

Rylan caught her needy cry in his mouth while he tugged at her sweater, as desperate to bare her as his brother was. Lifting his head, he stared into her eyes as he gripped the neckline in both fists and split it down the center. She snagged her lower lip with her teeth as she shrugged the remainder of the garment off, letting it fall to the floor.

His breath caught at the sight of her breasts. Tight, dark pink nipples topped full, creamy mounds, a delicate tracery of veins showing through pale skin. Fuller figured and far fairer than Unseelie women and he couldn’t tear his eyes from her.

She squirmed at his perusal. Shifting from foot to foot, she raised her arms as if to cover herself, but he caught them before she could.

“Never hide from me,” he breathed. He dropped to his knees before her, and Kier cupped both of her breasts as if offering them to him. Rylan leaned forward, taking one hard peak into his mouth, then the other. Tama’s head fell back against Kier’s chest, her neck extended as she arched her back, silently demanding more.  As he sucked one nipple, his brother pinched and rolled the other until she was thrashing between them.

The subtle scent of her arousal drifted to him while he continued to torment her, gently biting the distended nubs. Reaching out, she grabbed a handful of his hair and tugged him more firmly against her.

Kier’s hands left her breasts to grip her hips while he ground his cock against the cleft of her ass. Rylan groaned around her nipple. Due to their connection, he could feel the sensation of her rounded bottom against his own shaft. He sucked harder on her as Kier did it again, drawing a breathy moan from Tama.

Kier’s fingers went to the closure on her pants, but she pushed his hand away and quickly unfastened them. “If I have to wait for you to figure out a zipper, I’ll die of need.”

Rylan pressed kisses across her satiny stomach as Kier’s fingers dipped inside her pants to toy with the top of her black undergarment. Her hips jerked forward, seeking more of their touch. Kier complied, slipping his hand inside to cup her fabric covered mound.

“So wet,” he rasped.

Looping an arm up around Kier’s neck, Tama steadied herself as she thrust against his hand.

Rylan stared up at her. Eyes closed and lips parted; she was so beautiful. Skin flushed a pale pink, nipples tightly knotted, and hips rocking back and forth seeking more stimulation. He trailed kisses across her belly, smiling as her stomach quivered beneath his lips. Drawing the remainder of her clothes from her body, he nudged his brother’s hand away, skimming his fingers over her tight, damp curls.

Kier reached around and spread her lips, exposing her slick pussy to his gaze. Rylan’s breath stalled in his throat at the sight of her moist, pink flesh and her swollen clit. Leaning toward her, he dragged his tongue through her wet folds, letting her sweet flavor fill his mouth.

A wordless cry echoed in the chamber as she canted her hips toward him, begging for more. His cock strained against the confines of his clothing, desperate to plunge into her silky heat.

Instead, he continued to lick her, teasing her tight opening with the tip of his finger while she reached behind her and fumbled with Kier’s pants. Rylan knew the moment she wrapped her hand around his brother’s cock. He felt it like a phantom touch around his own. She worked her fingers up and down the length of Kier’s shaft, smearing the drops of pre-cum with her thumb as it passed over the top. The Gods help Rylan if she took Kier into her mouth. He’d spill into his pants with nothing more than the taste of her on his tongue and the shadows of his brother’s pleasure washing over him.

He renewed his assault on her cunt. He needed to make her come before she brought Kier over the edge and they both lost it.

“Do you have any idea how beautiful you are, writhing between us?” Kier murmured, twisting and pinching her nipples.  “I’m so jealous of him, right now. I want to bury my face between your legs and lick you ‘til you come. I want to taste you on my lips and tongue.”

A fresh rush of moisture coated Rylan’s hand and tongue as Kier’s whispered words pushed her arousal even higher. He slipped a single finger inside her, swallowing thickly at how tightly she gripped him. He had the sinking feeling he wouldn’t last long at all once he was buried inside her snug channel.

 Her back bowed, and her wings fluttered as she strained against his hand and mouth. He was certain it was only Kier’s arms locked around her chest keeping her tethered to the ground. Rylan pumped into her faster as he circled her swollen clit with the tip of his tongue, wanting to bring her the release her body so desperately craved.

He added a second finger to her tight passage as she gripped his hair, holding him firmly in place against her beautiful cunt. As if he wanted to be anywhere else.

“Please,” she whispered. “Please. I need more.”

 Twisting his fingers within her, he sucked her clit between his lips, gently scraping the tender flesh with his teeth. Shudders shook her, and Kier caught her scream in his mouth as he turned her head to the side for a kiss. Her internal muscles milked Rylan’s fingers, convulsing as he continued to plunge into her needy body. Finally, he slowed his thrusts, gentling her as she slumped against Kier’s body, a delicate sheen of sweat glistening on her skin.

Pulling his fingers free, Rylan dropped kisses over her stomach and hips, recoiling when he noticed the injury on the outer edge of her thigh. What looked like a combination of a burn and a deep tissue bruise marred her flesh. He couldn’t believe he’d missed it earlier.

Carefully, he ran his fingertips over the wound, frowning when she winced. Realization and horror dawned as he peered up at her.  “This is from the iron.”

She flinched at his tone, but met his gaze, her narrowed eyes daring him to continue.

“You will never let this happen again.”

Anger quickly replaced the pleasantly sated exhaustion slipping through Tama’s veins, and she scowled at him. “You will never talk to me like that again. I’m not a child. I did what I had to do to protect myself.”

Rylan’s expression softened and he sighed. “You’re right.” Leaning forward, he brushed the barest kiss across the injured area. “It was poisoning you. You could have died.” Climbing to his feet, he stood in front of her, dark eyes intent. “The thought of losing you…” He trailed off as if unable to complete the thought.

Her heart stuttered in her chest. Did he feel this same inexplicable connection? Did Kier?

“Will you at least let Kier try to heal the damage?” he asked.

Nodding, she let both men lead her to a huge bed made of living trees.  Low-hanging, entwined branches cradled a pillow covered mattress while vibrant green leaves formed a canopy. Rylan lifted her onto the bed and helped her settle back against the mattress while Kier perched near her side.

Closing his eyes and bowing his head, he laid his hands as gently as possible over the wound. As he murmured in an unfamiliar dialect, a pale green glow pulsed in the roots of the trees that formed the bed and in the rest of the plant life that filled the room. As the spell continued, the light climbed upward through the branches and foliage. Kier placed his cupped hands under the nearest bunch of leaves, and his hands filled with the pulsing light. Turning back to her, he again placed his hands over the injury, continuing to chant.

A warm energy filled her being, sweeping away the exhaustion and pain she’d suffered since she’d run from the Seelie Court. Her body felt light and powerful. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt that good. As the spell ended, the glow receded and the trees returned to normal.

Tama glanced at her leg. There was a scar, but for the first time in years, the pain was gone.  Well-being gave way to arousal. She stretched and rolled onto her stomach, prowling toward them on all fours as both men avidly watched her. “Strip.”

Chapter Five

Sitting back on her heels, Tama bit her lip as broad chests and tightly muscled arms were revealed. A light dusting of dark hair shadowed their chests, growing thicker as it arrowed beneath their pants. Mesmerized, she watched as Rylan’s long fingers unfastened his laces and Kier pushed his already open pants down his narrow hips. The cock she’d been tormenting sprang free, long and thick and deliciously hard – even more beautiful than she’d imagined. Her pussy clenched emptily, wanting one of them inside her already.

Grasping it, she leaned forward and ran the tip of her tongue around the wide, flared head, tasting the remnants of pre-cum from earlier. Two sharply drawn breaths broke the silence. Glancing up at them, she repeated the action, getting the same response.

Rylan’s hands were fisted in the bedding and his head dropped back, exposing the strong column of his throat.

Kier splayed his fingers in her hair urging her down for more. “He can feel it,” he murmured, his voice thick with arousal. “Everything you do to me, he can feel. Not as intensely, but he can feel the shadow of your touch.”

Her breathing quickened as the possibilities became apparent. Reaching out, she gripped Rylan’s thick shaft, loving the way both men shuddered at the single touch. She returned her attention to Kier’s cock, engulfing the head and sucking firmly. Both men gasped brokenly, the sound tightening the knot of desire in her belly.