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the thought of Sage that tightened things low in my body, but the thought of
someone pouring himself down my throat.
"She's thought of something," Nicca said.
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"What's put that look on your face, Merry?" Rhys asked.
"If Sage's glamour wins the night, I want him in my mouth. I want to feel one
of you come inside my month."
"You know why we don't," Rhys said.
I'd sat up, pulling away from Rhys's body. "I know, I need to be pregnant, but
there's more to sex than making babies." I took in a deep, shuddering breath.
"I want to watch one of you bring yourself, while I
watch. I want to feel you hard and firm against every inch of my body until
you come. I want to be covered in it, not just one round of baby making after
another." I felt strangely sad. "One night someone
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will get me pregnant, then once we know who the father is, everyone else is
gone." I looked at all of them, even the tiny demi-fey standing on Rhys's
stomach. "I want to make the most of all of you while I
have the chance."
I touched both the larger men's thighs with my hands. "You spent centuries
being denied so many more things than just intercourse. Don't you want those
things back?"
Rhys sat up, sending Sage fluttering into the air. Rhys hugged me. "Merry, I'm
sorry. I'd love to oblige, but . . ."
I pushed away from him. "But we don't want to waste any seed. Yes, yes, it's
all very important. I'm not even arguing. But for a night here or there, I
want us to do whatever we want to do, and not worry about whether we're making
babies or not."
"I don't think Doyle would allow that," Nicca said.
I turned on him and felt the anger rising through me like a hot wind. I felt
it trip my magic, spread it in the beginning of a glow inside my skin. "Is
Doyle here in this bed tonight?"
"No," Nicca whispered, and he looked worried. "I'm sorry, Merry, I didn't mean
. . ."
"I am princess, and I will be queen." I shook my head. "I'm tired of everyone
arguing with me. Fine, fine, for tonight intercourse with the two of you, but
not with Sage."
I held my hand out to Sage, and he landed on it. He was strangely heavy, as if
he weighed more than he should have. I'd held his Queen Niceven in my hand,
and she weighed nothing, all air and gossamer, but there was meat to Sage.
"But you'll do what I want, won't you, Sage?"
"It would be my pleasure, Princess." He gave a sweeping bow, then fluttered
up, gave me a quick kiss on my mouth, and rose laughing into the air. "You'd
be surprised how many sidhe women won't suck a man's dick."
"You've been seducing too many Seelie sidhe," I said.
He looked down at me, hovering on his stained-glass wings. "Maybe, or maybe
too many things in the
Unseelie Court have sharp teeth. A man's got to be careful where he puts
himself, or he'll lose more than his virtue."
"I don't bite," I said.
He pouted. "Oh, too bad."
I smiled at him. "Well, if you like it rough."
He looked serious for a moment. "Up to a point, yes."
"Show me the point."
"Merry doesn't get your point until you've bespelled all three of us. What do
we get if you fail?" Rhys
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asked.
"I will never again try to put my point on, or in, the princess."
"Your word of honor?" Rhys said.
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Sage put a hand over his heart and bowed in midair, a strangely graceful
gesture. "My word of honor."
I wanted to call it off then, because I knew Sage too well. He'd have never
offered that particular wager unless he was sure. But before I could say
anything, Rhys said, "Done."
I sighed, then realized that, strangely, I was half hoping we lost. But
whether we won or lost, I was going to talk to Doyle. Queen Andais had given
me my guards to do with as I saw fit, but once I had a king, would she take
them back? Would they lose the only opportunity they would have in the next
millennium to touch themselves, to climb into a woman's mouth, to cover her
body in seed? Taking them back, and cutting them off again, sounded like
something Andais would do. She was a sadist, after all. If I put that as a
possibility to Doyle, he might see things my way. If he didn't, I'd try it as
an order. Though I didn't have much hope for that. Ordering the Darkness to do
anything he didn't agree with usually meant he ignored me. Andais had said
that the reason she never took Doyle to her bed was that if he got her
pregnant, he wouldn't be content to be consort; he would have been king in
more than just name, and she didn't share her power. I was beginning to see
her point. Goddess help me, I was beginning to agree with my wicked aunt. That
couldn't be good, could it?
CHAPTER 13
The three of us reclined onto the pillows, my head nestled in the curve of
Rhys's shoulder; Nicca had scooted down low on the bed so he could rest his
head on my stomach, his hair spilling out behind him like a cloak of brown
silk.
Sage hovered above us like some tiny, lustful angel. "A bounty such as this is
spread before few fey."
"From the look on your face," Rhys said, "I'm not sure whether you mean as
food or sex."
"Both, oh, definitely both." He began to slowly float down to meet us.
Rhys put out a hand for him to land upon, but Sage glided to the side. I put a
hand up automatically to keep him from landing on my bare breasts. I'd kept
him far from such intimate parts.
"You're taking blood from us, not Merry," Rhys said.
"Never fear, gwynfor, you will not be passed over, but since I am a lover of
women and to my knowledge you are as well, it will work better if I begin with
the fair princess."
"I have not been called gwynfor in a very, very long time."
"You were the gwynfor, the white lord, and you will be again," Sage said.
"Maybe," Rhys said, "but flattery doesn't explain why you're on Merry's hand
and not mine, or Nicca's."
Sage didn't weigh much, probably less than two pounds, but it was still
awkward to hold him above my
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body. "It's his glamour, Rhys; let him work it the way he wants to. I want to
actually get some sleep tonight. Unlike the immortal sidhe, I look tired when
I've gone without."
Rhys looked at me. "Why do I think this has less to do with sleep, and more to
do with the fact that you've changed sides on this wager."
"It was never my wager," I said, "and the next time you make wagers with my
body as prize, you should think long and hard before you do so without asking
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