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“There will be plenty of time for talk later,” she said again.

Cilia looked at Fiach. The scars and marks of the last few days were absent. His golden skin was as flawless as it had been the first time she smoothed her palms across it.

The swirling black tattoos had vanished, leaving his skin even purer than before. She remembered now that the dark brand had been a binding, etched into his very skin. It had kept the truth of his nature at bay until she could find him again and release the fire of his soul. She almost missed the intricate detailing, but his tawny skin was too delectable to warrant any real complaint.

“I can’t wait,” he whispered.

Cilia didn’t think she could either. She crawled over to the bed and waited on her hands and knees for Fiach to join her. His weight settled on the mattress as he moved between her thighs. His hands kneaded her buttocks as he rubbed his crest along the outer folds of her labia.

“I don’t think I can do this.” Fiach’s voice strained. “I want to savor you, but…”

She knew the Fairy Dust still lingered in his system and coupled with their need to reconnect, Cilia was unconcerned with being savored. She dropped to her elbows and reached between their bodies. Her hand found his cock, and the length pulsed in her hands. She rubbed his silken tip against her clit, but by the second pass, he had reached down to angle the head and thrust into her pussy.

“You’re so wet for me.”

Her response was a scream as he surged forward until his balls rested against her bottom. He jerked within her, but she knew he was unwilling to come so soon. He held himself at her deepest core and waited for his control to return.

Cilia glanced over and saw the court had removed its clothing. Some Sidhe had coupled and were intertwined on the floor, joining in the mating dance. Some pleasured themselves, and still more stared transfixed on the spot where Fiach’s body entered her own.

But, the eye of one man caught her attention. His long, silver-white hair fell over his shoulders to pool on the floor behind him. He was nude, and his long fingered hands were stroking an impressive erection. He was sliding his palm slowly over the stalk of his flesh, and she knew he was waiting on Fiach to set the pace for their release.

Her inner muscles rippled along Fiach’s shaft. He threw his head back and groaned.

Cilia watched a flush rise to the cheeks of the man. His arousal fed her own.

Fiach withdrew until the head of his cock almost popped free of her tight sheath.

Then he thrust forward and seated himself completely. He pulled and surged with hard steady strokes, and Cilia’s eyes rolled closed. A muffled grunt drew them open, and she watched as the Sidhe pumped his hand up and down his hard flesh; his hips pushed from the floor in time with Fiach. A clear bead of liquid perched on the tip of his erection, and Cilia knew he was ready to come. He only waited for them to claim their pleasure first.

She noticed Fiach looking down her back to see where her gaze had gone. He followed her line of sight to the Sidhe who fought for control. Fiach grinned and whispered, “Should I make him work for it?”

Cilia nodded fervently. “I want you to come. Now.”

Fiach swiveled his hips against her bottom before making two long strokes, each hard enough to press her face into the mattress and cut her off her air supply. He grabbed her hips and pulled her flush against his hips as his orgasm roared to life. He growled his release and rocked against her as the heat of his ejaculation burned her tender core. She peeked at the man again in time to see his hand coax his own explosion. Milky liquid spurted from his tip and coated his fingers. Cilia’s orgasm bloomed as she watched him smooth his fingers down his softening cock, coating the proof of his desire around it.

In the afterglow, Cilia noticed all the couples now sat apart. No one rushed to cleanse the proof of their fulfillment; they simply lounged, sated and blissful.

Fiach pulled free and rolled Cilia into his arms. “Did you enjoy yourself?”

Cilia blushed and hid her face against his shoulder.

“I liked watching as well,” he confided.

Cilia looked up and saw the truth in his eyes.

“But I will never share you.”

She laughed. “I wouldn’t share you either,” she gestured to the room full of watcher,

“but I enjoyed this.”

He nuzzled her cheek. “Perhaps we can enjoy it again sometime? As spectators instead of spectacle?”

“I would like that very much. But now I just want some time alone with my mate.”

Fiach didn’t look up; he simply said, “You heard her. My
D’Ame
and I have lost time to make up for.” The spectators left.

Cilia giggled until he lifted her leg over his hip and entered her. Then all she could do was bite her lip. He steadied her shoulders and glided gently into her still wet sheath.

He pushed her gently to climax, and her muscles milked the fiery liquid from his body.

He spoke her name as he filled her. Their mingled fluids coated their thighs and made the skin there tingle.

“I love you,” she whispered as she let the warmth and security of Fiach’s body encase her and lull her to sleep.

A timid knocking roused Fiach from a light sleep. Cilia still rested in his arms; his thigh still locked her lower body to his. He lifted his leg and rolled away; he tossed the sheet over her hips and went to answer the door.

Rois waited on the other side. She looked down. He was erect and now that he was awake, the same coursing need from the night before was quickly making his cock bob in eagerness. His skin was still damp from the restless hours spent in bed wanting Cilia but knowing she needed to rest more than he needed release. He had fought the drug before.

He could fight it a little longer.

The Sidhe saw nothing disrespectful about admiring another’s body, so Fiach was not offended by her interest. His impatient erection throbbed under Rois’s gaze, and he wished his mate’s wide eyes appraised him instead of the Lady’s companion. Her pink tongue darted out to moisten her too red lips.

“Is there something you needed Rois?” he asked, amused by her distraction.

“The Lady wishes you and your
D’Ame
to join her in her private quarters.”

Fiach twisted his neck to watch the gentle rise and fall of Cilia’s bare breasts as she slept. He hated to wake her, but this meeting would answer a lot of questions for them both. “Give me a minute.” As Rois’s eyes widened, he chuckled. “I’ll wake Cilia and go to my … to the Lady.”

Rois nodded. “I shall await you. The Lady asked me to escort you to her.”

Fiach shrugged and clicked the door in place. He crept to Cilia’s side of the bed and crawled onto the mattress behind her. His sex swelled. He rubbed the hard ridge of his erection in the crease sheltered between the satin cheeks of her ass. She moaned and rolled against him in sleep.

The movement pressed his crown into her flesh until it rested against the opening of her anus. He shivered remembering all the times he had pleasured that forbidden spot.

His cock throbbed as his hips tipped up helplessly to press deeper. He knew he could not be inside of her now. He had neither proper lubrication nor the time he needed to enjoy the fruit of such an exploration.

He reached over her side to cup her breast and tweak the nipple between his fingers.

She moaned and pressed back harder. He needed to wake her and dress them, or it would be hours before he allowed her to leave this chamber.

“Cilia?”

“Hmmm” was her only response.

He rocked his hips forward and dipped into her puckered hole.

“Oh!” She came awake fully then. “You can’t… We don’t have any…”

“I know,” he grated between clenched teeth. “I just can’t stop yet.” The painful arousal propelled him forward as he sought relief.

Cilia pulled away, and he groaned desperately. Then she planted her open palms on the mattress and presented herself to him.

“You’ll come faster this way,” she said.

He knew she was right. He went to his knees behind her and snuggled his cock in the soft valley of her ass. He rubbed his erection through the dry crease of skin; the heated friction coaxed him closer and closer to climax. When he felt Cilia’s hands reach down and squeeze his aching sack, his balls tightened as hot spurts of semen showered her bottom.

He traced a finger through the fluid coating Cilia’s skin. The muscles in her lower belly clenched. She was still aroused and mewling beneath him as she ground her back to his front.

His cock sprang to life; it’s only wish to be buried deep inside of her. Still, it would take time; time they really didn’t have. “Are you sure?”

She rubbed against him again as a rumble of pleasure filled her throat. “Yes. Please, Fiach, I need you.”

It was all the encouragement he required. He rubbed the head of his cock through his slick lubricating fluids. Then he coated his fingers and gently pressed one into the tightened pucker of her anus. She whimpered and stilled beneath him. He slipped a second finger inside and slumped further down on the bed, improving her angle.

He poised his cock and prepared to penetrate her. He pressed slowly, and she began to wriggle and squirm. He kept the gentle pressure constant until, minutes later he breached the tight ring of muscle. Cilia exhaled and relaxed around him. He glided deeper inside her. She shivered; her breaths sawed in and out in harsh gasps. He had forgotten how much she liked to be taken this way.

When he was buried completely inside her, he paused to let her accept his invasion.

Tiny ripples contracted along his shaft, tearing a growl from his throat.

He pulled out and thrust home; her flesh clutched him greedily. He made two long strokes and a short burst of come exploded from his cock and filled her. Instead of sating him, the small release made him harden further. He leaned down to massage Cilia’s clit as the extra moisture from his release made it easy to pump harder and harder into her ass. She cried out and came against his fingers; she coated him with her juices and bunched her muscles around his penis. His sex swelled and shivered as yet another orgasm overtook him. He pulsed as his seed erupted deep within her.

A hesitant rap on the door brought Fiach to his senses. Even as he softened, he thrust one more time before slipping from her warmth. He collapsed face down beside her and reached for her hand. Their fingers intertwined, and she brought them to her lips for a kiss.

“One minute,” Fiach called out breathlessly.

He forced himself from the bed and walked around to where Cilia lay on her stomach, too tired to move. He rested his palms between her shoulder blades and closed his eyes. He envisioned them both clean and fabricated clothing over their sensitized skin.

He pulled her from the bed to the door and found Rois with an ear cupped to the door opposite the one he had just opened. She blushed and straightened herself.

“If you would follow me, I will take you to the Lady.” Rois grinned mischievously.

“She does not like to be kept waiting, but I think this once she might be willing to forgive.”

Fiach snorted. Cilia hid her laughter behind her hand. Rois brought them to a set of double doors similar to the ones leading to his chamber, but these were gilded with gold and jewels in a rainbow of colors. Their guide’s pale hands pushed wide the doors and revealed the Lady sitting at a silver table with two empty silver chairs. The rest of the chamber was decorated in vibrant shades with gold-tone accents. The choice of silver seating was a concession to the fact that gold irritated Phoenix skin.

The Lady nodded and Fiach returned the gesture. He pulled a chair out for Cilia and settled her down before claiming the remaining chair.

“Lady, we owe you thanks.” Cilia began.

The Lady held up her hand to silence Cilia. “Your debt is paid in full. I have longed my entire existence to see what you so graciously shared with my court.” She released a heady sigh. “It is something none of us will forget.”

*

Cilia blushed. Fiach laid his large warm palm over her own in silent support. She took a deep breath and addressed the Lady. “There are things neither of us remember.”

The Lady nodded gravely. “Of course. The gaps in your memory are from the time it took to implant you each into a receptive womb, and the subsequent time it took for your rebirth. Also, there are some things you will not recall until you have been formally bound by the
Noce
. Some of the knowledge you seek is only found within in the mind of each mate.”

Fiach’s brow wrinkled. “Forgive me, Lady, but I still don’t understand.”

The Lady twisted to address the man who had been raised as her son. “You know of changelings?”

Cilia and Fiach nodded that they did.

The Lady leaned nearer; her voice was just a whisper. “That is what you both are.

Only we took a greater risk by exchanging you each with an unborn fetus, instead of a newborn. By giving you new life, the bond between you was severed. It requires only the completion of the
Noce
, and things will be as they were.”

Cilia felt her eyes rounding. Fiach’s face remained uncertain.

The Lady rolled her eyes in a very human gesture. “I exchanged Cilia with the unborn of a member of my Court. Cilia went to live among humans, with just enough of her memory to be able to control and hide her power as she matured. She was Phoenix born and not made, as you now remember, so she had to be aware. In exchange, the female court member received a human child.” A secret smile lifted her lips as she looked at Cilia. “I believe you may have noticed him at the mating?”

She meant the silver haired man. Cilia had been born of his mother and delighted in the pleasures of the son. She felt sick, cold to her core, and disgusted with the enjoyment she had gotten from watching him reach his climax as Fiach came inside her.

Fiach pushed from the table, scooped Cilia into his arms, and then settled her onto his lap.

“What is wrong?” the Lady asked.

“You just told her we got off watching her birth mother’s son ejaculate,” he snapped.