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  “Well, me, of course.”

  I stopped dead, nearly spilling my coffee. Tadgh strolled on a few paces before he realized, his broad shoulders moving under the fine cotton of his shirt, his even finer ass flexing as he stopped and turned.

  Not for the first time, I had a mental image of those shoulders moving above me, those firm buttocks flexing under my hands. I swallowed.

  “Okay, forget all about this,” Tadgh said, seeing my face.

  “No, no,” I said, maybe too quickly. “I’m just -- Tadgh, that makes two gay men.”

  “No, one gay, one bi.”

  I blinked.

  “You didn’t know I was bi?” Tadgh sounded surprised.

  “Um. That would be a no.”

  He looked a little nonplussed. Adorably so. Oh hell, Tadgh was bi? He liked women?

  I could have sex with him?

  Faeries can’t lie. We just can’t. If Tadgh said he liked women, then he liked women.

  I suddenly felt very warm.

  “You’ve always been with Ell,” I said, my brain scrambled for the second time in about an hour. “I never saw you with a woman. And you never said. You love Britney!”

  “Because she’s hot,” Tadgh said.

  I stared at him, his big deep brown eyes, his shaggy, shiny mane of hair, his strong face and stronger body, and something went twing a few inches south of my bellybutton.

  “You like girls?”

  “Yes, Aura,” Tadgh said patiently. “I like girls. And boys. I’m an equal opportunity lover.”

  Oh boy. “And… you want to have sex with me. And Ell.”

  His eyes got a little darker. “I wouldn’t entirely object.”

  My nipples pushed against the fabric of my dress. Toward Tadgh. I guess they knew what they wanted. I licked my lips. “Of course, Ell would have to agree.”

  “Yes, of course.” His gaze was locked on my mouth.

  “And I’d have to, you know, think this through. Big decision.” My feet moved me forward without my brain telling them to.

  “Absolutely. Don’t rush into it for the sake of threesome sex.”

  Next step I took, I felt dampness between my thighs. “Threesome sex,” I said breathlessly. “Rushing would be bad.”

  “Definitely bad,” Tadgh agreed.

  I was toe to toe with him now. “But, you know, we should…” Hot coffee seeped around my toes as he dropped his cardboard cup. “I mean, we might not be compatible. It might be weird.”

  “Weird.” Tadgh brushed back a strand of my hair. I found myself leaning into his hand.

  “With us being friends and all,” I said. “And you might not like a threesome.”

  “I’m willing to try.”

  “Maybe we should,” I began, and ran out of words as Tadgh’s breath brushed my mouth.

  “Maybe we should,” he agreed, and then his lips feathered over mine, and I think I whimpered.

  And then he was kissing me. Then my gay best friend was kissing me, cupping my face in his hands and pressing hot, soft lips to my own, and kissing me beautifully.

  Chapter Two

  He licked along my lower lip and I wound my arms around his neck for support. At some point my coffee had joined his on the grass; I didn’t know when and I really didn’t care, either. Tadgh nibbled on my lip, and I moaned and opened up and sucked his lip into my mouth.

  He tasted of coffee, his mouth hot and delicious. When he slipped one arm around my waist to press my body against his, I felt the bulge of his erection through his jeans. The rough fabric rubbed my bare skin through my thin silk dress and I writhed against it, lifting one leg to wrap around his hip, opening myself to him. The hard denim abraded my clit and I moaned.

  “Hey, buddy, get a room!”

  The shout pierced the fog I was in and I blinked, looking up at Tadgh.

  My gay best friend, whose neck my arms were wrapped around, whose cock I was grinding myself against, and whose tongue had just been investigating my teeth.

  I couldn’t think of a single thing to say.

  “Maybe we should take his advice,” Tadgh said.

  I couldn’t think of anything to say to that, either. Except for, “Yes!”

  Had we not been in the middle of a very big, busy mortal city in the middle of the day, I would have teleported us to Tadgh and Ell’s townhouse, or possibly even sprouted wings and flown us there. But we walked -- okay, pretty much ran -- across the park instead, across the road -- possibly there was some traffic, that would account for all the horns blaring at us -- and into the sudden quiet of the house.

  The lobby was huge, all polished hardwood floors, massive curving staircase and careful, immaculately placed lighting. Faeries rarely live in hovels. Especially not when they’re boinking Seelie princes.

  “Are you sure Ell won’t mind?” I asked.

  “Sure.” He grinned and started unbuttoning his shirt.

  “I still haven’t agreed to anything,” I warned.

  “Absolutely.”

  “Strictly condoms only.”

  Tadgh shrugged the shirt off and I stared, mesmerized, at the glory of his bare chest. He was a big guy, a really big guy. That centaur blood, I guess. Huge, deep chest. Massive shoulders. But it wasn’t all muscle -- there was a fair bit of muscle, sure, but it was just decoration on his huge frame.

  I went dizzy for a moment, and only came back to myself when I heard Tadgh say something.

  “What?”

  “I said, we don’t need condoms. I can’t get you pregnant.”

  “Let me guess, we’re gonna do it standing up?” I said, and lost a few more seconds to crashing waves of lust at such a thought.

  “If you want,” Tadgh said, “but you know I’m sterile, right?”

  I blinked, lust receding for a moment. “You are?”

  “Hybrid animals always are,” he said. “Half centaur, half high Fae.”

  “Really?”

  “Really really,” he said, and unfastened the button on his jeans.

  My mouth went dry and I forgot all about hybrids. Shakily, I leaned against a side table to unfasten my shoes.

  Tadgh unzipped his jeans halfway. He wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

  I managed to pull off one shoe and had my hands on the ribbons of the other when Tadgh stepped over and lifted my heel in his hand. “Your hands are shaking,” he said softly. “You’ll tear them.”

  I nodded mutely. His fingers caressed my ankles and I shivered.

  Tadgh smiled, unfastened my shoe and set it gently down next to the other. His zipper strained under the pressure of his cock, which even constrained looked pretty impressive to me.

  A sudden thought popped into my head, and I giggled.

  “What?”

  I pointed with my toe to the big bulge hiding behind his half-fastened jeans. “Hung like a horse,” I snickered.

  Tadgh raised his eyebrows at me, and his thumb caressed my ankle bone. The laughter faded as heat spread through my body and I lifted my hands on impulse, took two fistfuls of silk and pulled my dress off over my head.

  The silk fluttered to the floor. I stood there with my breasts heaving slightly, nipples rock hard, bare pussy slick with wanting, wearing only a smile.

  I don’t know what impulse made me leave off my underwear this morning. But for the look on Tadgh’s face, I was damn grateful for it.

  He yanked down his zipper and tugged his jeans off. I stared, because for all my sniggering about horses, damn, I hadn’t been far off. That thing was huge!

  My hand strayed toward Tadgh’s groin, toward the long, thick, dark, hard cock standing to attention there. A mortal woman might have been afraid of it, but I wasn’t. I wanted it. I really, badly wanted it.

  I licked my lips. He smiled. Then he pulled me into his arms and kissed me, long and hard, his cock pressing hot and urgent against my belly. His mouth was a wonder, so hot and delicious, his tongue sweeping in and taking over. Seducing me.

  Oh, yes. Oh,
hell yes.

  It rose in me again, the dizzying lust I hadn’t felt for a long time, if ever, and I clutched at Tadgh’s shoulders, desperately clinging on. I had a feeling that if I let go, I’d just collapse in a boneless heap on the floor. I really felt as if my body was filling up with molten lava, boiling and unstable.

  Tadgh’s hands molded my waist, skimmed down to my buttocks and cupped them, pulling me against him. His fingers stroked the tops of my thighs.

  “You’re so soft,” he murmured against my mouth. “So smooth. I forgot how smooth women are.”

  “I forgot how big you are,” I murmured back, breathless with wanting, and he laughed softly against my mouth and kissed me deeper.

  When his hand touched my breast, I stumbled, but he caught me, moving a few steps back and leaning me against the base of the beautiful curving stairway. His eyes were on me as he cupped my breast in his big hand, made my flesh look so delicate and white against him. His thumb brushed my nipple and I caught my breath.

  “You’re so responsive,” he breathed. “It’s wonderful.”

  He bent and ran his tongue over my nipple and I let out a cry.

  “How has anyone managed to leave you unsatisfied?” Tadgh marveled, and sucked my nipple into his mouth.

  I nearly came from that, clutching at his head, burying my fingers in his thick, dark hair. I thrust my breast into his mouth, lifting one leg to rub against his hip, and promptly lost my balance again.

  You see? I’m usually full of grace. It’s a Fae thing. But Tadgh had me so brain-dead with lust I couldn’t even keep my balance. I felt drunk, really heavily drunk. It was wonderful.

  He caught me before I bruised myself on the steps, and I pulled him down to me. “Perhaps we should stay here,” I told him. “I can’t fall over if I’m already on the ground.”

  “Good plan,” he said, and went back to my breast.

  Oh, it was amazing. His hands skimmed my sides, my stomach, my hips. He stroked my thighs, lifted my legs around his waist and settled his big, heavy body against my hips. His cock rested against my slippery wet pussy lips, thick, throbbing, and I rubbed against it, trying to get the friction on my clit that I wanted.

  “Tadgh,” I begged. “Please.”

  “Hmm?” His voice vibrated through me, then he lifted his head. “Please what?”

  I shifted my hips so his cock lay against my entrance and thrust against him.

  “But I’m not done yet,” he said, fingering my wet nipple.

  “I am,” I said. “Get inside me now. You can suck and lick and nibble --” oh, God, “-- all you want, later.”

  “I intend to,” he promised solemnly, then he started pushing inside me with that monster cock of his, and my eyes rolled back in my head.

  I was sprawled on the staircase, which probably ought to have been uncomfortable but wasn’t, in full view of his front door. Ell could walk in any moment. Anyone could walk by and look in through the window.

  And see Tadgh stuffing me full of cock, making me shake and moan and writhe. Grasping his buttocks to pull him deeper inside me. Locking my legs high around his waist and begging him to fuck me harder, as hard as he could, and never stop.

  The knowledge we could be caught only made me hotter. You don’t go long in my line of work without a healthy streak of exhibitionism.

  I came after a few thrusts. I was just so hot, and Tadgh was so big, and he kissed me and told me how soft and how beautiful I was, and how tight and wet I felt around him, and how damn good it all felt, and I came, fingers digging in his muscles, my body completely wrung out.

  I think he came too. I only really started noticing things again when I realized he’d flashed us to his bed and was holding me close, breathing hard, smelling like sex.

  Damn. For a gay man, he sure knew his way around a vagina.

  * * *

  I woke to find the bed empty but for myself. Tadgh and Ell’s room was exquisitely decorated and the bed was freaking huge, more than big enough for two. This thought warmed me as I slunk out and into the bathroom to take a shower.

  It was late afternoon. Maybe early evening. I’d slept for a good few hours, cradled in Tadgh’s arms, feeling more secure and content than I’d ever expected to. But then, why not? Tadgh was a good friend, a dear, close friend. I knew that pretty much the only reason I’d let myself get so close to him was the sure and certain knowledge that he was gay, and therefore there’d be no sexual tension between us at all.

  And then --

  And then…

  I sighed, switching off the water and stepping out to dry myself. And then Tadgh had dropped the rather huge bombshell that he wasn’t gay. Not totally. How could I have just slept with my best friend like that?

  What the hell was I going to say to Ell?

  I leaned against the towel rail. I’d got so caught up in the prospect of sleeping with a really, really sexy man who’d promised -- and delivered -- a wonderful seduction that I’d forgotten why I was getting into this in the first place.

  Did I want to have children? Did I want to get involved in all this?

  All my life I’d wanted to be part of the Fae Courts. Even when the stories I heard scared the immortality out of me, I wanted it. Like a kid going to Hollywood: yeah, no one’s that stupid, we all know they’ll eat an innocent alive. But they still do it.

  Well, I’m not so innocent. And I’m a grown up. Maybe it’s time…

  Although, I kind of thought about children in a different way. I guess if I ever thought about it at all, I thought I’d bring them up in the mortal world. Probably with a mortal husband. I never reconciled my Fae Court dreams with my family dreams. They both seemed unattainable.

  But if I could get them both together…

  One might have misgivings about bringing up a child in the cutthroat Fae Courts. But if that was the case, then one had never learnt anything about the Fae. They loved children, all children, protected them at a premium. And a royal child would be so adored, so loved, so protected by that most fearsome of entities, the Fae Queen, that I’d never have to fear for its safety.

  No. Bringing up a child in the Seelie Court would be far from an ordeal. And Ell would be a wonderful parent.

  It’s just…

  I don’t know. Been too long amongst humans. There was a tiny voice inside me that said A gay prince? That’s your happily ever after? Don’t you want a little bit… more?

  Dammit.

  I trailed downstairs, wearing one of Tadgh’s huge bespoke shirts. The soft cotton was wonderful against my skin and it smelled of him. I could hear voices from the kitchen and steeled myself, because one of those voices was Ell’s.

  “…can tell she’s been throwing up three times a day for months anyway, but did she have to decide right now that she had a problem? The show is in two days! And that was custom made for her, darling.”

  “Well, maybe she can come out of rehab for the show.”

  “No! The selfish slobs are keeping her in. They think a runway show would be too high pressure for her. They even blamed me for her condition! As if I would ever bitch at a woman for her figure!”

  Yep, it was Ell. No one else spoke in italics as much as him.

  I padded down the hallway and into the kitchen where Tadgh stood at the stove, cooking something delicious, and Ell sprawled at the table with a bottle of wine, looking elegantly distressed.

  The two lovers couldn’t be more different. Where Tadgh is big and dark, quiet and reserved, Ell is lean, blond -- currently, anyway -- loud and outrageously gay. He calls everyone darling all the time, even people he doesn’t like. He’s always immaculately dressed, and he has been known to mince quite frequently.

  Currently he was slumped over the table, hand curved around his wine, hair disheveled, t-shirt rumpled. It was a designer t-shirt, because everything he wears is couture. It figures: he does design high fashion after all.

  “Hi,” I said, shyly, twining one leg around the other as I stood in the doorway
. I hadn’t a clue what to say. Well, what do you say to the boyfriend of the guy you’ve just shagged?

  Ell looked up. “Darling!” Lethargy vanished, he leapt up and threw his arms around me. “Baby doll! Come and sit down. Tadgh’s been telling me all about your idea and, darling, it sounds fabulous!”

  I glanced at Tadgh, who was leaning against the handmade cabinets, watching us. “Uh, it does? What precisely has he told you?”

  “That you’re willing to --”

  “Think about,” Tadgh put in, still watching me.

  “-- help me out with my little problem.”

  I frowned. “You make it sound like a medical thing.”

  “Well, darling, it is biology.”

  He had a point.

  “Look,” Tadgh said. “I thought that, even if you decide you don’t want to be involved in this --”

  “Which is fine,” Ell assured me, clasping my hand. “It’s totally your choice.”

  “-- then at least you might be able to help Ell… uh, become more comfortable with the idea of having sex with a woman.”

  I shrugged. “Sure, I can do that.”

  Ell sagged with relief. “Oh, darling, what would I do without you!”

  I patted his hand. “You’d go on banging your hot centaur boyfriend for another few millennia.” Still unsure how much Tadgh had told him -- and, therefore, how I should explain my attire -- I said casually, “I didn’t know Tadgh was bi.”

  “Well, surely it became obvious when you had sex with him, darling.” At my look, Ell grinned. “We tell each other everything, sweets. And of course I was bound to ask why there was a frock and a pair of Choos in the hallway. They’re divine, by the way. Delicious color.”

  “I know, like chocolate and cream,” I said.

  Tadgh rolled his eyes. “Anyway,” he said pointedly. “Neither of us want you to rush into a decision. This is just a casual, friendly thing, right, Ell?”

  “Absolutely,” Ell beamed at me. “You must stay and have dinner with us. And then afterwards you can show me all your,” he swallowed, “girly parts so I can get used to them. I guess if anyone can turn me, darling, it’s you!”

  I think I’m flattered.