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Fevered: A Reverse Harem Fantasy Romance (The Carnal Court Book 1)

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by Devyn Sinclair


  I manage to open my eyes, and Kent is watching us. His gaze is fierce, locked on mine. It takes a moment for me to realize what expression is on his face. Not anger, but jealousy.

  Shock rolls through me, contrasting with my arousal, and I keep looking at Kent. His own arousal is plain to see, his pants tight enough to look painful. And the other half of his expression is agony. He wants me. He wants this. And he can’t look away.

  Brae pushes my legs further apart. He holds them there so I’m wide open and exposed as he plunges his tongue deep. Fuck. Sharp, exquisite need rises through me, leaving me breathless and writhing. And then he’s just working my clit, sucking it between his lips. He’s teasing and licking and humming and biting and I don’t think I’ll ever be able to breathe again.

  Aeric gently bites my shoulder as he pinches my nipples. He’s doing it on purpose and making me want more. It’s working. I want everything. I can’t stop the needy sounds coming out of my mouth, barely managing to bite my lips before I start begging Brae to go faster.

  I look back to Kent, shocked by the naked lust in his eyes. Every muscle in his body is taught, ready to spring like he’s about to fight. But it’s not the fight he wants, it’s me. Underneath me I can feel Aeric’s cock hard as steel against my spine. He’s aroused too, and I don’t doubt that if I could see it, Brae would be hard as well. This is impossible, and yet it’s still happening.

  Pale, mint green magic ripples down through my skin from Aeric’s touch. It feels like he’s stroking me from the inside, mixing with Brae’s bright, sparkling flares and I come, shaking. “Oh my god,” the words barely come out. “Fuck.” My whole body is taught with the orgasm. I can’t move, caught in the storm.

  The magic soaks into me, erasing the ache and the pain, relieving me of the burden and letting me relax. “Again,” Aeric says, but I’m not sure if it’s to Brae or to me. It doesn’t seem to matter, it has the same effect.

  Brae toys with my clit with his fingers, every little motion making me shudder because it’s so sensitive. Too sensitive and too much. “Brae,” I breathe. “Brae.” He doesn’t stop, pleasures slicing through me with a razor edge. I catch Kent’s eyes as I’m washed away by the second orgasm. He’s my anchor in the storm of pleasure, those gray eyes helping me to let go and stay centered at once. For a moment I go blind with the pleasure, and then I’m back.

  “One more,” Brae says, his mouth crashing down on me again. He shifts my legs onto his shoulders so he can bury his mouth in me deeper, and I’m lost in all of it. Aeric’s lips and tongue graze my neck, hands stroking and rolling my breasts hard. I’m already limp and sated, allowing their pleasure to swell and break over me again.

  Kent’s knuckles are white, locked together. I have an image of him stroking himself, and I want to see it. I want to watch him have pleasure too. Have him come with me.

  It’s that thought that sends me over the third time, pleasure ripping me into tiny pieces and putting me back together again. Any pain is a thing of the past. I sigh in contentment as Brae lowers my legs to the ground again. His lips are shiny with my wetness, and despite the three orgasms my pussy dampens again when he licks his lips, never taking his eyes off mine. Oh. Fucking. God.

  “You both are too good at that.”

  Brae laughs. “Did you think Carnal Fae would give pleasure poorly?”

  I shake my head, still trying to catch my breath. There’s a thin sheen of sweet on my skin, and a waft of a breeze through the camp makes me shiver.

  Aeric slips out from underneath my body, laying behind me. His arm is still around me so I’m trapped between the fire and the inferno of heat that is his body. “Tonight I won’t leave you,” he says. As if to prove it, his fingers graze my skin towards my pussy, which is still throbbing with need. I don’t know how I can still want more. I think if they actually gave me more I might pass out. “In case you have need in the night.”

  I nod, my head laying on the bedding. I don’t have the energy to speak, and if I did, I’m afraid that I would simply beg. Kent is still watching me, face now unreadable, pants still straining with arousal. I try to smile at him. It’s weak, but it’s there. He smiles back. Small. Just for me.

  God, I’m exhausted. I want to keep looking at him. I want to be awake and to say thank you, but I’m sinking down through the floor and into sleep. Aeric pulls me tighter against his body, and I feel a kiss on my temple before I fade into slumber.

  CHAPTER NINETEEN

  ________

  BRAE

  I watch Kari fall asleep in Aeric’s arms, my cock so hard that it’s aching. Her naked body is relaxed and peaceful, forced into ease by the pleasure we showed her. That was so much more than the first time. I can still taste her on my lips and Goddess, I could happily spend an eternity between her legs for more of that sweetness. I know that I’m never going to be able to rest while I’m this hard, so I step away from the fire and the sight of Kari’s perfect sleeping form out past the circle of light and further. Around the corner of a rock formation, close enough to hear if I am needed.

  Releasing my cock from my pants into my hand, I let the images that I’ve fought against rise up into my mind. Fought against because there are more important things than fantasizing when we could lose her. When we have to move fast. But for these few moments, she’s safe.

  I imagine her naked body under mine again, but this time not in pain. This time her eyes are vibrant and laughing and my name is on her lips, tortured and begging the way it was tonight. She grabs my hips as I line my cock up with that perfect pink cunt.

  Last night when I heard Aeric pleasuring her, I listened and pleasured myself, but that was before I had tasted her and felt her shaking under my tongue. God, I can almost feel what she’ll be like when I sink myself into that heat. Perfect and soft, squeezing me in all the right ways.

  Stroking myself, I let the pleasure flow up and over me, waking my magic and fueling it. I need it to help Kari, and I need this release. I picture her writhing underneath me, stretched on my cock, lips parted in perfect ecstasy. I want to be the cause of that look on her face every day.

  Harder, I wring pleasure from myself, too aroused and too hard to last long. I watch her in my mind as she’s overcome with pleasure, and I feel my balls tighten with the orgasm I seek, letting it explode from me, letting the magic pour into my veins, harnessing it and saving it, keeping it close. I sag against the stone, continuing to tease my cock through the pleasure as it fades.

  Sweet relief, even if I’m still going to be hard as soon as I see her again, or as soon as I think about the taste of her climax. I’ve lived a long life, and not a chaste one, and I have tasted nothing better than Kari. Her flavor alone makes me want to worship her on my knees, and it’s more than that. She is kind and vibrant, and even though we barely know each other, I want her. My very soul reaches for her.

  But for now, I will content myself with the taste of her pleasure on my tongue. A taste I will never forget and which will never compare to anything else.

  Just one more confirmation of what the three of us fae know and haven’t admitted. That Kari—this beautiful, dying, human—is our mate.

  It seems impossible, but there is no other explanation.

  Sharing a female isn’t uncommon in Allwyn. There are fewer of them and love finds its way where it will. The tangled webs of relationships in the Fae Realm would find no equal in the human world. But mates are rare enough that they are rarely shared. Being mated is all-consuming. A bond down to the core and magic of the fae involved.

  I’d heard rumors a long time ago of someone who had more than one mate, but I thought it was just that. A story. Now, I have a mate, and she’s human and so, so, fragile. And two others are her mates as well. At least.

  How would Kari react to being told that we’re her mates? It’s clear that she wants us, and we want her. Even Verys, though he holds back. I walk back to our camp, holding the question in my mind. I do not want her to be afraid of what
this means. I want her to welcome it with open arms. But she’s lost so much already, I can’t predict what she’ll say or what she’ll think.

  Kari is still fast asleep, Aeric holding her. I see the way his fingers are touching her. Holding her as close as he dares without waking. His eyes are closed, but his body is alert. I doubt he’ll get any sleep, pressed against her body like that. I wouldn’t either, caught between desire and the need to protect her from what hunts her at all costs.

  Kent is still sitting by the fire where I left him, staring at her sleeping form, but he looks up when I come closer. I nod away from them, not wanting to risk any sound that might disturb Kari’s rest. To my surprise, he follows me without hesitation. We walk beyond the horses, to where we can speak without worry. “Are you all right?” I ask him.

  I am curious. He has struggled with this, and I empathize. The thought of Kari with someone else, other than those she’s mated to, and this man who has loved her, makes me vibrate with a rage that I do not want to contain.

  Kent crosses his arms and looks away into the distance. “I honestly don’t know.” I sense there’s more, and I wait. After a minute, he sighs. “I’ve been in love with Kari for a long time. And when I thought I was going to lose her, nothing else mattered. And after everything, I thought that watching that would upset me.”

  He doesn’t say anything else. I wonder how he feels if he wasn’t upset by it? I reach out with my magic, not to touch him or affect him in any way, just to read him emotionally. But he is a blur. There’s no clear reading, his thoughts and emotions are moving so quickly. Can I trust him now? He seems changed from when he tried to attack me, and when he threatened to come after us. “Is your plan still to hunt us down after Kari is healed?”

  “No,” he lets out a breath. “You three—and those at the Crystal Court—have been showing me that not all fae are what I thought they were. Or what I have experienced. It’s been…eye opening to see that what you’ve believed for so long might not be true.” He doesn’t elaborate on the experiences that formed those beliefs, and now is not the time to ask. That much is clear. But I can tell that his anger towards us is extinguished, and that’s good enough for me.

  “I,” I say, “and the others. We feel a connection to Kari. We care about her. Far more than we should for a random human that we encountered.” I don’t tell him that this terrifies us, or that he’ll never know how desperate it makes us to save her life.

  He goes very still. Not in anger, not preparing for a fight. Just suddenly at attention. “What does that mean?”

  “To be sure, I must get back to my Court.” I do not want to tell him we are mates. Not yet. His anger is gone, but that kind of possession will not be easy to swallow. “But you should know that we do not want to lose her.”

  Kent nods shortly.

  “You should also know that this is not uncommon.”

  “What isn’t?”

  I glance back towards the fire. “Sharing a female.”

  Kent’s expression goes slack, and then to awe, and then unreadable again. It seems I’ve handed him a revelation that he doesn’t know what to do with yet. Or how he feels about it. I’m not sure either, because this is all new to me. I never thought I would be granted a mate. It wasn’t a part of my plan. In fact, it changes my life a lot. But I wouldn’t take it back. Not even for a second.

  One thing remains. The thing that makes my gut clench and my muscles go stiff. If any of this is going to matter, then Kari has to survive.

  CHAPTER TWENTY

  ________

  KARI

  Pleasure crashes down on me in a crushing wave, washing away what’s left of the pain and leaving me wrecked against Brae’s chest. The pain was bad today, with agony creeping up on me by the time we stopped for the night. Or fade, as I’ve started to call it.

  I lean my head back, taking deep breaths and enjoying the teasing of Brae’s fingers as he brings me down. He’s hard behind me, cock pressing into my ass. They’ve never asked me for any reciprocation in pleasure, though I know they would be open to it. It feels like I’ve had more orgasms in the last few days than I’ve had in the past few years, and I can’t deny that I’m enjoying it even if it is for a terrible reason.

  Not only does it bring me relief, but these men know how to make my body sing. They pull pleasure from places I didn’t know it could exist. Not to mention they’re sexy. I’ve spent a fair share of time pressed to their bodies as they master mine, and though Aeric is the only one I’ve gotten a glimpse of, I can feel that they’re exquisite.

  Verys hasn’t touched me yet, but he wants to. He watches, burning heat in his gaze, each moment coming closer.

  I open my eyes now to find Kent’s gaze locked on mine. He’s standing at the edge of our camp, that same mix of arousal and longing on his face that I’ve seen him have for three days now. But every time I try to talk to him, he’s quiet and withdrawn. That ends now. “Brae,” I say softly. “I need Kent tonight.” Meaning that I want him to lay with me. Because we’ve come too far for him to disappear on me now.

  “Very well,” he says, pulling me close for a moment before standing. He doesn’t seem bothered by my request, though I might be hurt if the situation were reversed. Everyone has seemed very okay with it. Which is surprising and utterly amazing. My mind flies back to the conversation with Merina and Kaya. Sharing a partner is normal here.

  I motion to Kent, and he looks surprised, but he comes over. I pat the bedding beside me, and he lays down with me. He’s hard already from watching me with Brae. I can feel it.

  He puts his hand on my waist gently, almost like he’s afraid to touch me. But as soon as our skin connects he pulls me to him, and I relax, breathing him in. He smells like familiar memories, wood and rain and fog. Tucking my head into his chest, I let him hold me.

  “I miss you,” I say softly into his shirt.

  Kent’s fingers tighten on my skin like a reflex. “I miss you too.”

  “You don’t talk to me,” I say.

  “There’s too much to say.” His other hand curls underneath me, weaving into my hair to hold me even closer.

  I shake my head, curling into him. “We’ve never had trouble talking. You always talked to me on bad days. You made me feel better.”

  “I’m sorry, Kari.”

  I look up at him, our faces close. Having him this close, being nearly naked with him, it’s everything I’ve wanted with him for so long. But over the past two days, only Brae and Aeric have touched me. It’s been amazing and delicious, and I might be selfish, but I want Kent too. “Why haven’t you touched me?”

  Kent stares at me, and he swallows but doesn’t speak.

  “I can see that you want to. I want you to.”

  Gently, he pulls my mouth to his. It’s slow, and steadily deepening. This kiss sinks down into my stomach and makes me ache. Every one of these men means something to me now. But Kent has been in my life the longest, and he’s seen me at my lowest point. My life would be very different if we had never met. He’s been my anchor, and my heart aches when I think of ever being apart.

  Kent brushes his tongue across my lips, and I open to him. I kiss him harder, pressing closer and wrapping my arms around him until we’re too tangled up in each other to know where one or the other ends.

  “You know I’ve always wanted you, Kari. From the first moment I saw you. It’s even more than that. I love you. I hope you know that.”

  My breath catches in my chest. “Still?”

  “I never stopped loving you. Wanting you. I don’t even mind if I have to share you.”

  An unexpected smile bursts onto my face. “Really?”

  Kent laughs under his breath. “Really. I don’t know why I find it so hot, but I do.”

  “I like it when you watch me,” I tell him. His eyes on me while they’ve been pleasuring me have made it that much better.

  “I’m serious, Kari,” he says. “I can’t believe that I’m saying this, but I see th
e way you look at them. And it’s the same way that you look at me. I’ll share you. I’ll do whatever you want. But I’m never going to leave you.” He kisses me again, leaving me completely melted under his attention.

  When he pulls away I have to drag my eyes open, lulled by the addicting nature of his kiss. “That doesn’t explain why you haven’t touched me,” I say.

  “I’m touching you now.”

  “Kent—”

  “I don’t have magic,” he says, answering. “Touching you, giving you pleasure, no matter how much I’m dying to, doesn’t help you.”

  I shake my head, pressing my lips against his softly. “I think you and I have different definitions of help.”

  “I’m talking about keeping you alive. I can’t lose you.”

  “You’re not going to lose me,” I say. “Right now I feel good. And I want to feel good with you. Or if you want, I’ll make you feel good. I can feel how much you want me.”

  “You don’t have to,” he says, but I’m already moving downwards. I want to. I want to show him how I feel with pleasure. I want to know what he tastes like after all this time dying to know. Kent groans as I release his cock from his pants, and every fantasy I’ve ever had about this moment comes flooding to my mind.

  He’s hard and thick, filling up my hand. I like the way he feels under my fingers, and he groans when I stroke up the length of his shaft. “Kari,” my name sounds like both a curse and a prayer on his lips.

  I touch my lips to the tip of him, letting him slide into my mouth, and the sound he makes sends heat rushing down through my core. My pussy dampens in response. It’s used to being aroused, and this is no exception to that rule.

  Kent’s hand is still gripping my hair, and his fingers tighten when I dive down onto him, taking him as far as I can into my mouth. There was a time when I thought that this would never happen, and now we’re here and I love the way it feels.

 

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