My concerns over Alaric not being keen on company vanished, which was good because my cock was getting uncomfortably tight in my pants.
“Need I remind you both that we are in a life-or-death situation here?” Kieran said sternly, even as he stripped and strode towards the pool.
“All the more reason to get some last-minute orgasms in while we can,” Samara snarked before yelping when Alaric smacked her ass.
“She does have a good point, love,” I said idly, tossing my own clothes aside.
Samara’s bloodlust was out to play, and her eyes were like solid black gemstones as she hungrily looked at Kieran’s cock and then mine. She was insatiable—I really loved that about her.
“I always have good point—wait.” She went still, and Alaric loosened his hold on her hair but didn’t pull out of her. Samara’s hand fell to her chest as she looked at Kieran, then me. “I can feel Kier . . . through you.”
Kieran blushed. Like honest to the moonblushed.
“We have . . .” I smiled softly at Kier. “We have what you and I have.” My gaze went to Alaric, and I sensed what I hadn’t noticed at first—that I could feel him too. “And apparently what you and him have now.”
“Holy fuck!” Kieran beamed at his friend. “You two are . . . whatever this is?”
“Mates,” Samara said softly. “It’s a Fae mating bond.”
The magic that coiled in my soul shuffled almost happily at the declaration.
“How . . .” I swallowed. “How do you know?”
For a second, the stupid happy grin slipped from Samara’s face. “I’ll tell you later—it can wait—let’s celebrate.” Alaric’s hand trailed down her spine to grip her other hip, and she groaned as he shoved his hips forward. “Get your gorgeous asses in this pool.”
“So demanding, Sam,” Kieran chided before practically leaping into the water.
“Actually,” I drawled as I leisurely closed the distance between me and Samara. “I have an idea.”
“Oh?” she breathed out as Alaric slowly pumped in and out of her.
“Mm-hmm.” I fell to my knees in front of Samara, just far enough away that her mouth couldn’t reach my cock the way I knew she wanted to based on how she licked her lips while she stared at it. “It’ll require a little rearranging though.”
“Not a fan of that idea,” Alaric grunted.
“Oh, you will be.” Kieran chuckled as he grabbed a handful of Samara’s hair and twisted her head enough so his mouth could claim hers.
“What mymatemeans to say”—happiness bloomed inside my chest at calling Kieran that, and I felt it echoed down our bond—“is that we brought you a present.”
Alaric looked towards me as I held out the small vial. For a second, he just stared, but then his lips stretched into a smile that could only be described as sinful.
After one more hard thrust that had Samara moaning into Kieran’s mouth, he pulled out.
“What?” Samara growled and started to look over her shoulder, only to exhale sharply as Kieran picked her up and slammed her down onto his cock in one smooth motion. “Oh, fuck,” she moaned and wrapped her legs and arms around him.
Kieran kissed her as she continued lifting herself up slightly before slamming down on him while he walked them over to a shallower ledge and perched on the edge. Samara straddled him, continuing to ride his cock as the water splashed around them. The back of the pool slanted slightly, allowing Kieran to lean back and pull Samara forward with him.
“I still think you’re an asshole.” Alaric took the bottle from me.
“Honestly, same.” I shrugged.
“You ever break Kieran’s or Samara’s hearts again, I’ll carve out yours and stick it in a jar to decorate my office,” he said casually.
“If I ever do that again, I’ll let you.” It wasn’t a lie. I’d sooner break my chest open and rip out my own heart than hurt them again.
Kieran did something to make Samara let out a half-strangled moan, and both of us looked over at them.
“Alright.” Alaric glanced down at the vial in his hand. “Let’s go fuck our mate until her voice gives out.”
