Page 89 of Accidental Blood Lust
“You both smell amazing,” Roman says, setting me back on my feet but keeping me between them as he leans past my shoulder to kiss Loch too.
In a blink, the room disappears around us, and I gasp for air that isn’t there. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to traveling to and from the underworld, but just as quickly, my garden materializes around us, and we’re home.
LOCHLAN
“Thinkthere’s enough room in your tub for all three of us?” I ask with a grin.
“Doubtful,” Jare says with a laugh.
“Only one way to find out.” Roman stoops to wrap his arm around Jare’s thighs and hoist him over his shoulder.
We all head inside and Roman sets Jare down so he can draw a bath while we both strip out of our fae- and vamp-blood-stained clothes. I notice a jagged rip in the back of Roman’s shirt when he takes it off, and a faint pink scar on his neck. I press my fingertips to it and a shiver runs through me, along with a memory of the few seconds during the battle when I couldn’t feel him.
“What happened?”
“Hm?” He cranes his neck to see what I’m talking about. “Oh, just a poisoned dagger. No big deal.”
“You got poisoned by a fae dagger?” Jare gasps, abandoning his careful mixing of essential oils and bath salts to check Roman’s injury as well.
“Why did it scar? Shouldn’t it have healed?” I ask.
“Probably because it’s fae.” Jare leans in and presses a kiss to the faint mark.
“I’m fine,” Roman assures us. “Rune saved me and the scar just gives me bragging rights and proof that I survived the fae.”
“No more battles for a while, right?” I ask.
“I think that depends on you, troublemaker,” Roman says with a chuckle.
“Hey, all this shit justhappensto me, it’s not my fault.”
“It’s a little your fault,” Jare points out, threading his fingers between mine and leading me to the bath with Roman right behind us.
It takes some maneuvering, and I end up with someone’s knee or foot in my ass more than once, but we eventually manage to all fit into the tub together, with Roman and me on either side and Jare between us. The water smells like lavender and home, and I can feel and smell the contented, happy energy pouring off of my mates.
“Two weeks until the full moon?” I check, glancing out the open window uselessly to see the grayness of the pre-dawn sky and no moon to speak of at the moment.
“Twelve days.” Roman gives me a toothy grin. “Not having second thoughts about our mating?”
I shake my head. “Only about whether we should wait that long.”
“Twelve days is nothing, and it’ll be worth it to do it under the full moon together,” Jare says, and Roman gives a low growl of agreement.
“Alright. I waited my whole life to be loved like this; I think I can wait twelve more days to make it official.”
“You have no idea how much I love both of you.” Roman leans forward to give us each a kiss.
I think I do have an idea actually, because I love them just as much, and somehow, in spite of all of my fuckups, they love me back. It’s hard to believe that so many missteps could lead me here, exactly where I never knew I needed to be, but if I ever do meet the fates, I think I owe them a world of gratitude.
TWENTY-EIGHT
JARETH
I might not have the sense of smell that Roman and Loch both have, but that doesn’t make me immune to the heavy energy in the air this afternoon. It’s like how you can sometimes feel the approach of a storm in the way the hair stands up on the back of your neck, except it’s not fear or unease that’s been making my skin pebble with goose bumps all day and my magic hum close to the surface, it’s anticipation.
A pair of arms wraps around me from behind, and I’m so keyed up that I startle before laughing at myself and relaxing into the sturdy, familiar body behind me. Loch slips one hand underneath my shirt to tease his fingertips along the edge of my waistband, raising even more goose bumps on my oversensitive skin and making my cock stiffen in anticipation.
“Is he always like this before the full moon?” Loch asks, his voice thick with lust. He drags his nose along the curve of my neck, inhaling deeply and pulling my body against his so I can feel the hard shape of his arousal pressed against the curve of my ass.
