Alistair throws his entire drink back, and responds candidly, “Isla and I grew up together. We were placed in the same human foster home when we were young, and we’ve stuck together ever since.”
“How old are you?” Rian asks in a stunned whisper.
Seeing the fae Lord become so unnerved and act so strangely is giving me a crazy weird confidence boost. He’s clearly attracted to me and Alistair, and Alistair’s into him too. I can’t deny Rian is insanely hot, even by supernatural standards. He’s tall and muscular with broad shoulders, and his chest is hard and sculpted. I can easily imagine how toned he is under his clothing, just from sitting so close to him like this. His citrine eyes are ridiculously pretty, and his golden hair is styled to look just the perfect amount of messy.
It’s almost definitely a stupid decision on my part, but I decide to play along with whatever game Rian is playing. I lean closer to him the same way Al did, and I run my hand through his hair when I answer his question. “We’re both twenty-four, but I’m a few months older than Al.”
“So young,” he whispers again, a bit of a growl in his voice. His gaze lands on my wrist as I thread my fingers through his hair, and he lets go of my hip to grab my hand instead. He brushes his thumb over the tiny brand there and frowns. “What is this?”
I look down at Madame Deverell’s initials that were carved into my skin with a spell three years ago and shrug. “It’s an insurance policy, of sorts. My boss is a vampire, and this is supposed to protect me from being bitten by any other vamps as long as I’m under contract.”
“I see,” Rian says. But he looks pissed as he continues staring at my wrist for a few moments. He doesn’t say anything more about it, turning to face Alistair instead. “And you, little demon? Are you under contract with anyone?”
Alistair shakes his head. “No. Sometimes I help Isla at her job, but only when Madame Deverell is in a good mood. She’s a fashion designer, and she’s super picky and anal about everything. That’s why she likes Isla so much. They’re both control freaks.”
Rian laughs in surprise, and I give my best friend a fake-offended look. “Hey, don’t pretend you don’t love me for it too.”
“Of course I do, darling.” Alistair places his hand on the back of my head and strokes my hair affectionately. He uses his other hand to cup Rian’s cheek and keeps his eyes on the fae male while he speaks. “Now, I think Rian here is very selfish for wanting both of us, Isla. But I’m willing to share him with you, if you’re up for it.”
Before Rian is given a chance to acknowledge that, Alistair kisses him. And he doesn’t just give him a little peck either. He kisses him passionately, intimately, possessively. He puts his hands all over Rian, and Rian responds by growling into Al’s mouth and pulling both of us closer. My legs are twined with Al’s, with how close the three of us are, and the slit on my dress has ridden up so my entire leg is bare and on display. I can feel Rian’s dick harden against my ass while his hand wanders up and down my side, and his fingers trail along the bare skin of my thigh.
Watching Rian and Alistair kiss while having them so impossibly close to me is a major turn on. It’s extremely tempting to accept Al’s proposal to share Rian for the night, so I wait patiently for my turn to kiss the Unseelie Lord.
Feeling brazen, I grind my hips against Rian’s hard length and lean forward to run my tongue along the ridge of his pointed ear. Rian squeezes me tightly and growls as he finally pulls away from Al, and he stares at me with lust-filled eyes.
“Fuck,” he breathes huskily just before he kisses my neck, and I gasp in pleasure as my eyes flutter shut. I’m far from being innocent or virginal, but this is one of the most erotic moments I’ve ever experienced. It almost makes it better that we’re in a room surrounded by strangers and acquaintances. Bryson rarely ever even held my hand in public, let alone kissed me.
As Rian continues to lavish my neck with kisses, I tilt my head back