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  I tensed, knowing what was going to happen, and I just hoped I wasn’t too damn sore in the morning.

  The things we do for love…

  I was jerked away from Declan as Dev pulled me back, his strong fingers tangling in my hair. He whipped me around to face him, but not before I saw a look of relief pass onto Padric’s face.

  “I believe I gave you specific orders concerning my brother, lover,” Dev said, his face filled with masculine outrage. “Was I not clear enough? Do you need me to remind you to keep your hands off him?”

  “If you wanted me to stay away from him, you should have taken care of me yourself.” I taunted him because even now I could feel that heat on my skin where his hands touched me.

  He panted, trying to get his anger under control. “I was trying to be thoughtful, to take into account your tender feelings but, my lover, if I have miscalculated then I can make amends. You want to get fucked in front of an audience? I’ll make sure they all see you.”

  His hand was a manacle around my arm, and I gave a good show of protesting. I pulled against him, but my weak-ass fight didn’t make a dent in his intent. Even as I tried to pretend I wasn’t interested, that magic, that will of his, was starting to pour off of him. It was stronger than I’d ever felt, and it sapped me of any desire to tell him no. This was the true danger of Dev’s magic. In the hands of a different man, it could be used against someone. When he wanted to, he could make me willing to do anything.

  “On your knees, my goddess,” he commanded harshly. “I will remind you who you belong to. You’re going to worship me tonight.”

  I went down to my knees, my hands shaking with the need to touch him. He shoved the white pants off his hips and tossed them aside, standing proudly naked in the moonlight. I licked my lips at the sight of that magnificent cock of his. It was the biggest, thickest thing I’d ever seen, and it was gloriously hard as he pushed it toward my face.

  He shoved one hand back in my hair, controlling me with ruthless strength as he guided his cock to my mouth. I licked at him, needing to taste him. Things were different this night. The magic was so much stronger. Even his taste was sweeter. I licked at the head where there was already a drop of pearly fluid leaking. I forgot about everything else and followed my instincts. I let my tongue roll over the head of his cock, teasing at his slit, wanting more of his salty sweetness.

  The wolves were getting restless now. I heard them beginning to howl, and lust and magic thickened the air around us all. I breathed it in, smelling him. The salty scent of his arousal mixed with my own, so heady I knew I would never forget it. The air felt heavy on my skin.

  “Take me, my goddess.” His deep voice was a command not to be denied. “Stop playing and take me.”

  His hand tightened just to the point of pain. He held my hair and pushed his cock past my lips and fully onto my tongue, into my mouth. I whirled my tongue around his velvety head, loving how he groaned as I moved over his cock.

  “More,” he demanded. “Suck harder, Zoey.”

  I took another inch but my mouth was getting full and I hadn’t taken half of him yet. I sucked him deep, tasting salty liquid on my tongue. I let my hands run up his thighs to cup his tight balls, rolling them against my palms.

  “Fuck, that feels good,” Dev said in a guttural moan. “More. You have to take more. Relax, sweetheart. You can take it all. Breathe through your nose. You can do it. You will do it.”

  I’d never taken him this deep. I was pretty sure he was wrong. Despite my ability to yell really loud, my mouth is actually pretty small, especially compared to Super Cock. I tried to take a little more, but I seemed stuck. He was filling me to the point of ridiculousness.

  Another wave of magic hit me and I felt it in my womb as it rippled through me, the pleasure making me shudder. It had never been this strong before. Dev’s magic made orgasms feel like heaven, but it had never just been an orgasm rolling over my every nerve ending. It was like each cell in my body was experiencing the orgasm individually, creating a symphony of pleasure.

  I wasn’t the only one feeling it. I could hear the howls from below. My jaw relaxed and Dev took advantage, shoving another inch in. He was lost now. His head fell forward as he shoved his cock into my mouth, blindly seeking the release he knew he would get. He fucked my mouth, pushing his cock in while pulling my head forward in a fierce rhythm. I rolled his balls, feeling them draw up tightly, preparing to shoot off.

  If I hadn’t been riding that wicked magic, I would have gagged. I would have begged him to stop because he was too big. My jaw ached from taking the whole of him in. But those waves of lust rolled off my lover and made me beg for more even as the head of his dick hit the back of my throat and tried to press down. I sucked as hard as I could, wanting and waiting for him to explode. I wanted everything he could give me. I wanted to be filled with him.

  “I’m gonna come, lover,” he warned me, picking up the pace. “Oh, goddess, am I gonna come. You will swallow me. You will swallow everything I give you.”

  He gritted his teeth as the orgasm hit him. He cried out my name and moaned something in Gaelic. His hands tightened on my hair, holding me still as he pumped his come straight down my throat. I sucked furiously, desperate to take all of it. I felt the wetness dripping from my pussy now, I was so aroused. I needed for him to toss me on that altar again, shove his face in my pussy, and lick me until I came.

  A wave of strong magic hit as he pumped into me one last time and released his hold on me. I fell backward to the soft grass and lay there panting, trying to breathe because that last bit had hit me like a tidal wave, and I shook with the force of it. I cried out as I came again, and he hadn’t touched me below my shoulders.

  I lay back, listening to the sounds of the wolves crying their pleasure below me and thought about trying to get up, but nothing was working. My whole body was limp, every muscle exhausted. I didn’t care that I was naked or that I’d just done something really dirty to my boyfriend while his family watched. I was just happy. They wouldn’t be able to deny him now.

  Suddenly there were strong arms lifting me back to the altar. I smiled as I looked up at my Devinshea, who had beyond a doubt proven his godhood. He would be accepted as the fertility god he was, his mortality meaningless now.

  “I’m not done with you, my beautiful goddess,” a voice said. “Do you know how long I’ve waited for you?”

  Now my muscles were working and I pushed away because I was looking into eyes and hearing a voice that did not belong to my lover.

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  “It worked,” Declan said with wonder in his voice. He’d stepped forward but not too close, as though he was unsure he should get too near whatever had taken over Dev’s body.

  Good to know he was a little scared.

  “Zoey, it’s fine.” Padric kept his voice calm, trying to reassure me. “He won’t hurt you.”

  I wasn’t so damn sure about that. Dev sported completely green eyes and spoke with a voice that didn’t sound like him. His eyes had no white at all, a bit like Daniel’s when his beast was off the leash. His hair had grown, too, as though all that magic pouring off him had to change him in some way. It had been at the top of his neck just past his ears before, but now it was thicker and hit past his shoulders. He was a gorgeous god of a man. If he was still a man at all. He studied me with great curiosity, and I knew it wasn’t my Dev who stared at me. I used my feet to push away from him, thinking to go off the other side of the altar. When I got to the ground, I could run.

  His hand shot out, catching my ankle and pulling me back to him.

  “Do not run,” he said, his voice deep and dark. “This one’s instincts are to chase you, to bend you to his will. They’re quite powerful. I don’t know if I can resist them. I’m stronger than he is, but I’m not sure how to use this body yet. I do not wish to harm you.”

  “Zoey,” Declan was speaking now. “Relax, it is Dev. This is the ascension. He did it.”

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nbsp; I shook my head because it wasn’t Dev. And I really didn’t give a shit about the ascension.

  “I am Devinshea,” the man above me said with a thick Irish brogue. “I’m Dev and something more.” He was looking at my body, his eyes more than curious now. They were hot and his body was aroused, the cock I knew so well swelling again.

  “Yeah, well, it’s the ‘more’ part I’m scared of.” I tried to fight my instinct to run. I wished like hell I had some damn clothes on. It hadn’t bothered me before, but now I felt so vulnerable.

  “She was not prepared for this?” The god in my lover asked, his mouth curling down as he frowned back at Padric and Declan. “You sent her into this unaware and ignorant. Perhaps you were looking to bond this one with another god. I do not take advantage of mortals. If she does not consent, then I will leave this bonding.”

  Padric shook his head. “Please don’t. I do not understand, My Lord. My…the prince is very thorough. I assure you he followed every rule and tradition of this ritual. He would never have allowed her to come into it ignorant.”

  “I might not have been listening,” I admitted even as I tried to gently pull away. “I don’t always do as I’m told.”

  “No goddess worth her salt would,” he said with a chuckle, relaxing again. “I believe you about the priest.” His hand slid from my chest to my naval, where the little ring I’d put in glinted in the light. He seemed fascinated by it. He gazed at the two gems on either side of the ring. “The emerald is for this one, for Devinshea. Who is the sapphire for? Ahh. Very intriguing. A vampire? You have interesting tastes. And he’s your partner? No, I do not mind. I do not mind at all. You are in control. I am merely a guest, priest.”

  I was pretty sure he wasn’t talking to me. It’s odd to have a conversation with someone who has two people in their body.

  He smiled fondly down at me and pulled me close, wrapping my legs around his waist. I could feel his release had done nothing to curb his appetite. He was huge and pressed against my core, though he made no moves to impale me yet. “The priest loves the ring. He’s very aroused by it. He says your vampire will enjoy it as well.”

  “I’m glad he likes it.” I tried to relax because it didn’t look like I would be going anywhere soon.

  He seemed content for the moment to run his hands along my skin and rub his face in my hair. The magic was softer now, warming my skin and making me the slightest bit drunk. “Do not fight me, sweet goddess. It’s been so long since I held soft flesh in my arms. It feels so good to have a body again. Your lover is here. I would not shut him out.” His eyes were thoughtful for a moment as though he was listening for something. “He wants to know where you were when someone named Ingrid told you this could happen. He wants to know what you were daydreaming about. I don’t know what that means exactly.”

  I laughed because Dev was definitely in there. I did remember now she had said something about ancient gods and taking their aspects, but it had seemed like one of those non-literal things at the time, like calling Dev a fertility god because his magic came from sex. He was actually mortal, but now I wondered about the god part.

  This particular ancient god smiled down at me as he played with my hair, his fingers stroking lightly. “He’s so grateful to you, Zoey. He knows you did not want that…what is a brat?”

  “He’s talking about his brother,” I replied.

  Dev’s lips kissed my forehead and while I wasn’t sure about the whole “god taking over his body” thing, it felt really good. He was being so gentle and loving, and I needed that after the brutal pleasure of before. I needed to be reminded he loved me. I could play all the parts he required and I enjoyed it, but after I wanted his sweetness and care.

  I felt something tickle my hands, and when I looked down I saw the marigolds had exploded as though they had multiplied. They were rich, perfect blooms that should have been planted in fertile ground. They weren’t dying flowers. The magic was gentler now, but it still filled my lungs and hummed along my skin.

  “Yes, he is pleased to have proven him wrong. It is often like that with brothers,” he said. “Devinshea wants you to know he understands why you went to him. He was faltering and you pulled him back. He couldn’t have done this without you. He also wants you to never do it again. He’s possessive for a priest. I find him an interesting host.”

  “May we know your name, My Lord?” Padric asked carefully, as though the answer would tell him something important.

  “I am Bris,” he replied absently, kissing my ear. He ran his tongue along the shell, and I shuddered in response. His hands found their way to my breasts, and he cupped them as he sighed in appreciation. I felt my nipples harden as he brushed his thumbs across the tips.

  My female parts were all warming right back up again.

  “Yes,” Padric said with satisfaction. “We hoped it would be you. It seemed a good match because you are right. The prince is not an ordinary priest. Zoey, Bris is a revered Irish god of fertility and agriculture. He is also known to be gentle. My Lord, I hope you find our prince a good match.”

  He turned to the two Fae watching the scene with rapt intensity. I felt the loss of his attention and my head fell forward against his chest. His arms went around me to support me, cradling me close, surrounding me with his tenderness. “He is worthy. He’s mortal but strong, and his goddess is certainly most worthy. She’s lovely and feminine and so fertile. I’ve been dormant for a long time. I feel the world has changed. This language I’m speaking is odd. I’ve not heard it before. Am I not in my homeland? The land looks strange.”

  “You’re in a country called America,” Declan explained. “It did not exist before.”

  The god laughed and pulled me closer, as though he enjoyed the warmth of my body against his skin. His hands moved on me constantly, petting my hair, stroking down my back, caressing my breasts, as though he couldn’t get enough of me. “Perhaps its name didn’t exist, but the land did. You’re arrogant, but you’re a royal so it’s to be expected. Why has it taken so long for a host to appear? Is my magic no longer needed?”

  “We left this plane.” Padric’s voice was sad as though he missed his former home. “The world changed too much for the Fae, and we sought refuge elsewhere. Our numbers are few now and your magic is needed more than ever. We lost the only one of our kind with fertility magic. Devinshea is the first in many generations to show an aptitude. We feared his mortality would displease you.”

  “Nothing about this displeases me,” the man in Dev’s body said as he leaned down and kissed my lips. His tongue licked along the seam of my mouth, pouring magic into me. I was drowsy with that magic. Any urge I had to fight him was gone completely. “I’ve always preferred mortals. His mortality enhances his passions. Immortals tend to be less fiery. This one knows he must live while he can, and it makes him vital. He loves this female so much. It flows through him. I enjoy the feeling, the emotion.”

  His fingers touched my chin, tipping my face up to gaze at him. “Please do not be afraid, little one. He is here. I’m staying, but I won’t take his place. I’ll strengthen him and he’ll share his passions with me. I’m lonely. I have been for millennia. Do not deny us. I can help you all. I can make this one strong for the fight. Yes, he is explaining everything to me and you should know that I will stand with you and with the vampire. I will be your truest friend.”

  I was thinking it would be impossible to deny him anything right now because I needed. I needed so much. The magic was draining me of everything including my strength and certainly my will. It was leaving me with one thing and one thing only, the urge to meld with him, to be one with him.

  “Zoey,” Dev’s voice cajoled. I sighed because now I knew he was with me. His voice was smooth. Maybe he wasn’t alone, but he was here and I trusted him to take care of me. “Zoey, relax. The hard part is over. The rest is pleasure. Let me thank you, my beautiful goddess. I would have failed without you.”

  Dev lowered me to the altar and got
to his knees, pulling my feet onto his shoulders and kissing me where I needed it the most. He pressed my knees apart, giving himself full access. His tongue licked all along my pussy, eagerly lapping up the cream of my arousal. I looked down between my legs where he was worshipping me now and saw his eyes were still not his own. This was Dev and something more, but I no longer cared as his tongue pressed against my clitoris, delicately at first and then with sweet, firm pressure. I moaned as my juices began to flow, coating his tongue and causing me to press against his mouth.

  “You are sweeter than the mead,” he said, his voice deeper than usual, and I knew Bris was back in control. “And so much more intoxicating.”

  He slid a long finger into my pussy, expertly finding my sweet spot and rubbing it. He slid a second finger in and stretched me gently. Those fingers scissored inside me and I shook with arousal. His tongue whirled around my clit, making it swell and beg for release. My back arched as his tongue and finger found a perfect rhythm, and I exploded against his mouth.

  The magic was in full effect again and the wolves began to howl. Declan stepped back—or rather Padric pulled him back.

  Before I could recover from the orgasm, he was climbing on top of me, spreading my knees and guiding his cock into me. As he worked himself into my slick pussy, he leaned over and kissed me, letting me taste myself on his mouth.

  He thrust in as far as he could go. His body covered mine, chest to chest, my legs around his waist, arms holding him close. His tongue came out, licking along my lips before delving deep. But this was sweet, soft, in a way it had never been before.

  I was being worshipped, and it felt so good.

  “You are my goddess,” he whispered in my ear as his hips set a soft rhythm. I lay back, completely unwilling to fight him. I let him do whatever he wanted to me. I was his slave in that moment. “You are our goddess.”