I struggled to concentrate but couldn’t seem to think beyond the feel of him pressing down on me.
“Now is the time, and here is the place. Are you ready, Mistress?” he whispered, his tongue dipping into my ear causing me to moan and writhe, pressing myself against him as I became enveloped in his aura.
“Yes.”
“Yes what? Tell me what you want.”
“You, I want you Kit!” he made a sound of pleasure and sheathed himself inside of me then he shifted, growing larger and thicker until I threw back my head panting, while he lay there, not moving but driving me wild with the feel of him throbbing inside me. He was saying something but it took me a moment to realize what he meant.
“Open the door, open the door, Mistress.” he called to me softly. I opened my eyes and looked into the red flame burning in his eyes, reached for my funnel and cracked open my shiny red door. “All the way,” he urged, his voice sounding strained as he held himself still above me. At the end of the bed I heard Amras gasp as I shoved the door open and desire rushed out like water bursting its dam. Kit threw back his head, his skin seeming to expand somehow as if he absorbed the desire into his body. His flesh flared dark red and I stared at him helplessly as he glanced down at me, his eyes burning a path to my soul. And then he began to move and I clenched my fists, still held tightly in his hands, and lifted my hips for him as he filled me completely. “Now,” he said, and my body clenched and spasmed with no warning. “Again.” And his eyes narrowed as I came, clenching tightly around him while I stared breathless up at him. “Once more,” he purred, pulling air through his teeth as he held on and seemed to revel in the feel of me coming around his thick shaft.
My breath came in short pants and I struggled to remain conscious. Up to now he had been in control, but I closed my eyes and breathed deeply, then reached for my desire and shoved it full force at him. He thrust into me, his hands clenching hard around my wrists and I opened my eyes to find his back bowed a look of wonder on his face. “Thicker,” I whispered, and felt him grow even larger inside of me. The feeling caused me to clench around him again and he sucked in air and pulled his hips back. “Faster.” And his smile looked almost predatory as his hips began moving. I lifted to meet each thrust clenching down on him as he buried himself to his hilt.
Kit leaned down and our lips met, melded as he pumped into me faster and harder than I’d ever experienced before. I moaned and slipped my tongue into his mouth, tasting cloves. I struggled to free my hands, which seemed to excite him even more, and his kiss became harder, his body pounding into mine. I writhed and gathered my desire and shoved it at him hard. His body froze above me, then like a mad man he pumped into me, his breathing quickening as he tore his mouth from mine and pressed his forehead into the pillow at my neck. He strained, his body rushing toward orgasm. “Now,” he moaned and my back bowed with the strength of my pleasure and he forced me back onto the bed as I felt him spill his seed within me. He kissed my neck and pulled out of me, immediately moving to the side while still holding my wrists.
Then Amras was over me, his body slipping into mine. I moaned and lifted to take him in while Kit held me for him. He rode me, his face and body shining like he’d swallowed the moon. His pupils were dilated so that only a thin slice of violet was visible around the very rim and he looked nearly consumed with passion. I stared back at him in wonder, then wrapped my legs around his thighs. His tongue and lips found my breast and he pulled me into his mouth, rolling my nipple across his teeth. His hands wrapped round my forearms holding on tightly.
Kit clenched his hands at my wrists drawing my gaze. He smiled a wicked smile and whispered, “Come for him.” And I gasped and exploded around Amras, causing him to grunt and shove himself harder into me.
“Bigger,” I ordered. Kit smiled again and glanced at Amras, who had his eyes closed and was breathing hard. I felt him grow larger inside me and purred deep in my throat. Kit leaned down and his lips found mine, our tongues meeting while Amras held onto me and rode my body. I reached for Kit and he released one wrist so that I could wrap my fingers around the length of him, pulling him through my palm in time with Amras’ thrusts. He moaned and wrapped his hand around mine, squeezing harder, moving me faster. I sucked his tongue into my mouth and whimpered, wanting the feel of him in my throat.
Kit pulled back and released my other wrist as I turned my head toward him. While he slid his body over me from the side, I guided his length between my lips, sucking him into my mouth. He moaned and I smiled, once again reaching for my desire and shoving it at both of them, feeling their bodies absorb the impact in the way they tightened and thrust at me. I could feel the warm pleasure pooling between my legs and worked Kit faster. I’m not certain who came first but it sparked a reaction that swept all three of us as the pleasure exploded, feeding back amongst us all. Amras and Kit both cried out and filled my body with warmth and I held on, struggling to swallow and breathe simultaneously.
Amras slumped across my body, his head resting between my breasts. Kit eased himself out of my mouth and curled around my head and shoulders, his arm draping over my neck. I slid my fingers over Amras’ forearms to either side of my body, gently caressing his skin while I lay there enjoying the moment. He lifted his head, his eyes looking slightly unfocused, the pupils still dilated, though nothing like they’d been earlier. His voice was deep and almost rusty sounding as he informed me, “Princess, if it is your intent to increase my size each time, I’ll soon not fit into clothing,” and to emphasize his point he pressed his hips against me.
Kit chuckled and I smiled, while Amras made a pleased sound, then kissed my breast and laid his head back upon me.
Chapter 33
I laid there drowsing, thinking about getting up and showering then finding something to eat. Lunch earlier had been cut short and I realized my activities had given me an appetite of another nature.
Amras’ breathing was deep and even and I wondered if he hadn’t fallen asleep. Above me Kit wound my curls around his fingers quietly leaning over to kiss me on the temple every so often.
“Yellow is the color of joy, happiness, intellect, and energy.” Kit told me softly and I glanced down at Amras realizing he was surrounded in a thin haze the color of warm sunshine.
“Kit, why do you always only ever appear the same color to me?”
“Possibly for the same reason you only ever appear the same color to me,” he replied and I turned my head so I could see his face.
“Am I red-orange to you too?”
He tugged slightly on a curl and smiled. “No, Mistress.”
“Then what color is my aura?”
“Gold.”
I nodded. “That makes sense.”
“Hmmm, it means illumination, wisdom, and wealth. In nature gold symbolizes quality.” He whispered and pressed his lips against the top of my head. “It is the color which evokes feelings of prestige.”
“Truly?” I asked grinning up at him.
“Yes, Mistress,” he replied his voice sounding somber. “It is quite rare.”
I thought about it for a moment then asked. “Is that one way you can tell a Demon? Their aura doesn’t change?”
He nodded then added. “Demons infuse their aura with their very nature. You haven’t been exposed to any since you came into your power, but humans have very pale, barely discernable auras. Most immortals, depending upon their nature tend to shift with their moods. Weres are usually pale brown or reddish-brown in color while Vampires have none.”
“No aura for the undead, huh?”
“No, Zombies don’t either.”
“What about Wizards and Witches?” I asked.
“Humans with natural abilities still have pale auras which tend to be static. Including Necromancers; their aura is hard to miss as it tends to be a black miasma that saturates the very air around them, nasty individuals.”
“Interesting.”
“Auras come in eight main colors some with varying
shades.”
“What are they?”
“Pretty much what you might expect; red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, white and black,” he replied.
“Only Owen, you, and I can see them. Are there any other races that can?”
Kit nodded. “Necromancers, your friend Mi, some species of Faerie creatures, but not many. Every once in a while a human pops up with the ability. Though I expect it’s just a latent power from somewhere back in their ancestry.”
“Pixies,” Amras added softly. “And some Goblins. It’s a rare talent and highly valued. It gives you an advantage over your enemies. Cursed has the ability.”
“Really?” I asked my hands stilling on his shoulders and I realized I’d been idly stroking him while Kit and I chatted.
He lifted his head and nodded, resting his chin on my ribs. “It is one of the reasons he was selected for the Queen’s guard, that and his battle skill.”
“So why can Owen see you as different colors?” I asked Kit.
“That Mistress is a mystery.”
I was mulling that over when Mi suddenly appeared on the bed next to me causing me to jump. “Oh this should be good,” she muttered glancing amongst the three of us, then turned toward the door as it swung open abruptly and my Mother strode in with a chagrined Owen and distressed Cursed on her heels. I squeaked and grabbed for Amras who would have moved had I not wrapped my arms around him and held him down as a covering.
“Kit, some clothing please?” I hissed and found myself wearing a skimpy baby doll in violet and black. I closed my eyes, briefly wondering at his humor since the color matched Amras’ eyes to perfection. Kit managed to clothe himself in black silk pajama pants but purposely neglected to provide Amras with anything. I would have said something but my Mother was already standing beside the bed having crossed the room in a hurry and was just now realizing the situation she’d stormed in upon.
“Hello Mother,” I muttered my hands still clenching Amras’ naked body. Kit curled around me a little closer and propped his head up on his hand.
She took a slow moment her eyes traveling over the bed and each occupant before she pressed her lips together and focused on me. “Lexi, do you have any idea what you’ve done?” she demanded.
I thought about it for a moment, my mind blanking on a reason she could be there until Mi leaned over and whispered, “Newspapers.” I sucked air and nodded back at her.
“What were you thinking telling the press you were royalty?” she cried leaning her hands on the bed. “The press is hounding me. How am I supposed to get any work done with camera crews and reporters camped on my doorstep?”
Sometimes you lean in and sometimes you lean back. Right then I leaned in, just accepting the anger aimed at me, wondering how I was going to make this right. The room went silent and I realized she must have asked a question but I hadn’t been paying attention and simply did the best I could. “I’m sorry?” I offered lamely, wincing at the look of complete frustration covering her lovely face.
“Ah, Mom, do you think we could… continue this conversation in the other room?” I asked, noticing that Amras hadn’t moved or said a word. He was holding his head up having pressed his arms into the bed in preparation of raising himself, probably so he could bow to her. The position didn’t look comfortable and he flicked his eyes at me.
“No we will not young lady. You will explain to me right now what you intend to do about this.”
My gaze shifted to Cursed and Owen who were standing behind my Mother. It looked like both men were doing their best to school their features. Given Amras’ state of undress it didn’t take a genius to understand their reason. I gave Owen an imploring look and he simply shook his head crossing his arms over his chest. I glanced back at Amras who raised an eyebrow and surprised me by pushing himself up onto all fours, leaning forward and kissing me softly before gracefully sliding along the covers toward the edge of the bed. He deliberately moved to the side closest to the door, forcing my Mother to take several steps back as he slipped to the floor his hair spilling around him like a pale curtain as he swept it over his shoulder. The look on her face was beyond priceless as she struggled, seemingly unable to prevent her glance from perusing his body.
“Princess,” Amras acknowledged, stopping so that he was in profile to me but facing her, he waited a heartbeat before dipping his head in deference.
“Lord Amras,” she replied. “You look… well.”
He smiled at her and replied. “Thank you, Princess… apparently I improve with use.” Then he dipped his head again and walked across the floor disappearing into the bathroom. I don’t think it escaped anyone’s notice that he was now very well endowed.
I choked, then coughed, while behind me Kit made amused sounds.
“Well, well, well,” Mi breathed under her breath and I had to bite my tongue as Cursed shot me an incredulous look. Owen rolled his eyes but said nothing.
“Mom, I can’t really deal with this now,” I told her, suppressing the urge to grin as I pushed myself into a sitting position and tried to cover as much of me as possible with the short hem of my nightie.
“And why not?” she asked, shifting back to look at me. Her voice sounded odd and I bit my tongue again trying not to think of Amras naked under the water as I heard the shower start up. I clamped down on my wayward thought but obviously not fast enough because Mi turned her knowing amber eyes on me and made a purring noise in her throat.
“Maybe because someone is trying to kill us, or because Gareth and Jace have an important meeting here tonight with some very sensitive people and we’re just trying to get through it before we figure out what to do about this latest debacle,” I admitted.
Cursed looked like he wanted to say something but I glared at him and he subsided.
My Mother noticed my look and shifted to face Cursed. “Who wants to kill you and how could you have let this happen?” she demanded, her tone turning nasty.
Cursed looked as if he’d been slapped and dropped his head, that’s when I lost my temper and practically screamed at her. “Don’t talk to him like that! Haven’t you done enough damage already? He’s not yours anymore Mother, he’s mine now and you’re not going to blame him for something he didn’t do!”
Mi’s eyes widened to the size of saucers as she glanced between my Mother and me. I had pushed up onto my hands and knees and discovered I was clenching the bed covers in my hands.
Cursed dropped to the floor his face clearly horrified before it disappeared from sight below the crown of his head. I frowned at him but was honestly more concerned about my Mother who slowly turned back to me with a look of pained surprise.
I took a deep breath, not really sorry I’d said what I had but worried I might have been overzealous in my delivery. “I’m sorry, Mother. I should not have raised my voice at you, but I’m the one you should be angry with, not Cursed. I realize you are distraught and didn’t mean to take out your anger on the others. I promise first thing tomorrow I’ll sit down with Gareth and Jace and we’ll figure something out. In the meantime I have no plans to go out in public anytime soon and am hoping this will blow over. Maybe you and Mi can take a nice long vacation. Visit Dad or something?” I told her waving a hand in frustration. Obviously she needed to get out of town.
She frowned at me, her pale blue eyes narrowing slightly. “All this sex seems to be affecting your temper, daughter. However that is not entirely a bad idea, maybe it is time I returned home for a visit.” On the floor behind her Cursed jerked as if hit and I was glad that Amras was in the other room.
I forced myself to smile at her and nod. “Tell Grandma ‘hello’ for me.”
She seemed to mentally shake herself and added, “It’s about time the Sidhee reopened its doors, don’t you think? Maybe I can salvage this after all. In the meantime I suggest you refrain from making any comments to anyone.”
I nodded again and glanced at Mi, who was surprisingly quite for a change.
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�Come along Mi, we’ve arrangements to make. Lexi dear, try to stay out of trouble will you? I’ll be in touch soon to let you know our plans.” And with that she turned and strode toward the door, brushing past Cursed without stopping or even looking at him. My heart broke a little and I struggled to control my anger at her callous treatment of him. I’d never known my Mother to be outright cruel before and it shook me.
Mi stood and flicked her tail. “Don’t be too harsh on her,” she whispered, pressing her body against me as I knelt on the bed, my hand automatically reaching out to stroke her back. “It’s hard realizing you were two times a fool.”
She jumped from the bed and wandered over to Cursed, seating herself before him and waited patiently until he lifted his eyes to her. “Consider this, Goblin,” she informed Cursed. “Our Lexi may well be a Dragon, but she has never stood up to her Mother before… not ever, not for anyone.” Then she trotted out the door leaving utter silence in her wake.
I felt sick to my stomach and was irritated seeing Cursed practically prostrating himself and snapped, “Get up!” at him, my voice harsh with emotion. He stood immediately, looking confused. I dropped my face into my hands and fought to restrain a sob, my body shuddering with the effort. I considered what I’d just done and felt my stomach roil and cramp in warning so that I clapped my hand over my mouth, scrambled off the bed, and ran for the toilet.
I barely made it to the bathroom before I heaved out what little food I’d eaten that day, as well as last week’s too. Or maybe it just felt that way. No one should be seen with their head lying across a toilet seat but that didn’t seem to worry my guys. The shower had long since turned off and I imagined Amras had left the room when I heard the bathtub start up and felt someone slip in behind me and muttered, “Go away.”
I recognized Gareth’s chuckle and whined, “I yelled at my Mother.”
“So I heard,” he replied, pushing back a strand of hair from my face. “Are you quite done?” When I nodded, he handed me a wet washcloth and a glass of water, waiting while I rinsed before picking me up and carrying me to the tub. I realized he was naked when he set me on the edge and helped me out of my nightie. Jace was already in the water waiting for us.
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