Chapter 90 Flames and moon
DAINE
The sight of her in that robe would stop any man's heart.
But after the poison Hale had left to fester in my blood, the sight was staggering.
She looked like Nymphaea.
“You picked something from my side of the closet.” I curled my fists. Beside me, Hale had stopped breathing.
“Yes sir.”
Those silver eyes shone, glassy, like she had just applied eye drops.
Rising to my feet, I decided then to rely on logic. Yes, that wolf instinct of Hale's was rarely wrong about ancient laws like reincarnation and their reincarnates.
Still, the Spirit Helix was the most accurate proof of reincarnation.
Lys and Nymphaea were separate women.
“Why?” I stopped before her, taking in those large eyes, round as a doll's, those long lashes that cast a shadow over her high cheekbones, and round cheeks that shone like glass now.
“I thought you would like it,” she responded in that breathy voice that was barely ever above a whisper.
When I leaned in to sniff her hair, she shivered like a single leaf in the wind.
Her more intimate smell cut through the pomegranate smell of her hair. And I found myself deeply inhaling that too, buttery with a hint of wildflower.
“I do like it.” I turned my lips to her ear and she let out a soft sigh. My groin ached.
Straightening up, I circled her, staring at the exposed bits of her ivory skin, the hollow of her throat as she tilted her chin up to stare at me.
I stopped behind her.
“Mon amour?” I stared over my head towards Hale at the other end of the room, who had not moved an inch from the padded bench.
His throat moved in a hard swallow. And finally, he rose to his feet.
As he padded barefoot across the room, I raised a finger and brushed across her S-curved wavy hair, thick and rolling down her back like ribbons all the way to her waist.
In the red-lit room, her hair looked like flames.
Moving my hand back up, I began to trace the exposed skin to the side of her neck with my knuckle, slowly, feeling my dick stir to the softness of her body, to the tremor that ran through her even as she struggled to stay still, to the sight of those luscious curves under that sheer robe.
Hale stopped before her now. Met my eyes and our gaze held for a second, and then he looked at her.
“What do you think?” I pulled my hand away.
He had asked me here, more like threatened me if I was being exact. He did not get to melt into the background.
Those blue eyes swept to me again, and back to her.
He grabbed her chin, pinching it between his thumb and four fingers. And leaning in, he ran his tongue over her lips.
“That's what I think.” His voice was hoarse as he cupped her neck from behind, and leaned his forehead against hers.
I pouted, shoving aside the sudden attack of dread.
Weaving my hand around her waist, I clutched her hip suddenly. Her gasp at that made my toes curl.
gods. The sound the woman made.
“She did good, Mon amour. Won't you agree?”
“Really good.” He pulled away gently, still staring right in her eyes.
“We reward good behavior. Kiss her.”
Hale did not need further encouragement.
Grabbing her face on both sides, he crushed his lips against hers.
His fairy received him enthusiastically, tilting her head back to open her lips more for him. And Hale growled at this.
I was stiff hard at this point. This was as arousing to watch as it was intriguing. The symphony of wet lips, low moans and impatient groans.
The way they interacted with each other was different from the way they did me. Hale’s lips were just as hungry, but his hands cradling her face was gentle.
He handled her with care.
In return, his fairy was more audacious, more grasping than she ever was with me.
Moving my hand from her hip then, I traced a line around her waist and stopped at her belly button, feeling both their abs on either side of me.
They drew in a simultaneous inhale, pressing their mouths more into each other. My dick thrummed.
It was euphoric, this realization that they both wanted me. I could pick just one person tonight and leave the other painfully jealous.
The thought was as erotic as the sounds they made now. As the sight of their passion.
Moon-colored hair and flame-colored hair, catching the light every time they moved, as Hale moved hungry lips against hers, digging into her mouth and pressing so close I worried she could not breathe.
But our little fairy seemed to love it. Although her hands remained by her side, she pushed her chest more into him, squeezing my hand between both their bodies.
I found the belt of her robe and tugged it loose. Hale felt her bare skin against his chest and lost it.
His hands moved from her face to her waist, lightly brushing my hand between them.
In amusement, I watched him feel around as I pulled my hand back. Those large hands dropped, brushing over the sheer robe with urgency, and then he grabbed her ass, large and spilling out of his wide palms. He squeezed.
“Back,” I said quietly, and he pulled back immediately. But not before giving me a death glare.
“You wanted me here,” I reminded him, amused.
“How nervous are you, my pet?” I leaned in to kiss her from behind, enjoying the feeling of her between me and the man I love.
“Not quite.”
“Good. But I need you completely relaxed before I tie you up.”