Dark pleasure filled her. She’d never done this before. She’d never wanted to, but right now, not even a disaster could stop her from wanting to.
The wait was excruciating, and only serving to turn her on more. Gently, Brandon entered her again, leaving her feeling very full, and wondering how Cyprus was going to fit.
He pressed against her ass, and she tensed up on reflex.
“Relax,” he said softly. “We don’t have to do this if you don’t want.”
“I want it,” she panted.
“Just relax then.”
She did her best, but at first it hurt, until it didn’t. She was full. Very full, but feeling the twins both within her went beyond anything she’d experienced before. And when they each bit into one of her shoulders, sealing the bond they’d started, she felt far more completed than she ever had before.
And yet there was still a piece of her missing.
Sixteen
Waking with an auburn haired twin on each side of her was bliss. More so because they’d both been touching her still, and because they’d instigated more as they’d woken up...
Aledwen pushed the thoughts away. Now really wasn’t the time for them. She needed to get ready for her mother holding court. Which meant choosing exactly the right thing to wear. Normally, she’d just go for comfort, but today was too important for that. Really, she needed to look like a Queen. Or at least, someone who could pass as a Queen. That was the only way she was actually going to win over the fae themselves.
They probably didn’t care one way or another if wrongdoing had happened. But then, she didn’t know any of them well enough to know for sure. Maybe all they cared about was right and wrong. Though that did seem a little unlikely. Stability was likely their main goal. Hence her need to look like a Queen today.
And she wanted her men to see her looking good, and like she was in charge of the room. Not of them, well, yes of them, but her power was important.
Wow, she sounded conceited. But it was true. She wasn’t coming into their relationships as the underdog. She had a position of power in her own right.
She selected a sleek gown of a soft grey colour. It was understated and at least a little elegant. Plus, she had a circlet that would match perfectly. Anything to remind the other fae she was their princess. And she needed that. Most of them wouldn’t recognise her as a person after all.
Luckily, this dress was easy for her to put on, so she didn’t need to call for help. Which was always a good thing. She always felt unbelievably helpless when people had to help her dress. That was one of the downsides of being royalty. If she didn’t want to make a difference so badly, then she’d give it all up in an instant.
“Knock, knock.” Drey’s voice was followed by two sharp taps on her door.
She smiled to herself, amused by his clear attempt at not being private. It was a good job she’d just zipped up her dress, and that there was no one outside the door who hadn’t already seen her naked.
Her cheeks heated at that thought.
“Morning,” she said, looking away and back into the mirror to fix her hair. It was shining in the sunlight streaming through her window, and she felt better than she had...ever. Clearly the previous night had made a difference to her. A good difference. Though the feeling was slightly odd given that she hadn’t known she needed to change anything.
“Did you have a good night?”
“Yes, thank you.” She blushed. There was no way he didn’t know what she’d done the night before. Glancing over her shoulder, one look at his face told her that he not only knew, but was enjoying the image.
Drey closed the gap between them. Dropping a kiss on the top of her head, before leaning in close so she could feel his hot breath against her ear. “Maybe I could watch sometime.”
“No,” she replied instantly. “It’s for the twins and I. Like our time is for us.” She twisted around to place a gentle kiss against his lips, trying to convey that she wasn’t being cruel. She just felt that their relationships should be kept separate for now.
“Okay then,” he chirped, surprisingly cheery. “Are you ready to go to court?”
“Almost, just let me fix my hair.” She turned back the mirror and ran her head through the light brown strands. She should leave it loose. It’d be more practical tied back, she supposed, though she did love the way it feel around her shoulders.
Picking up the circlet, she fixed it atop of her head, ensuring that the dark pearl dangling from the middle of the bright silver, was in the centre of her forehead. There’d be nothing worse than having an off centre head piece.
She rose to her feet, and held her arm out to Drey, thankful that he took it instantly. “Now, I’m ready,” she said, holding her head high and trying to channel the confidence she was only half feeling.
“You look beautiful,” Drey
said.