Joy and excitement overflowed from me and down my bonds to my five consorts, and I felt Lyall’s chuckle deep in his chest behind me. “We’ve only just begun.”

  The wisps stilled, bobbing gently in the air around us, as though they, too, waited for more. “Very well,” I said breathlessly.

  Lyall’s mouth returned to my ear. “On your knees, Glori. Return the favor for Kenji.”

  I had no doubt that part of the reason I’d been able to command Rorik in the bedroom so readily was because Lyall had shown me how pleasurable it could be to let someone else lead. I got down on the blanket to find Kenji already untying his clothes.

  Angel collapsed bonelessly to the blanket beside me, staring up at me with a blissed-out smile as I went to my hands and knees. Angel’s eyes gazed past me, and I felt Lyall getting into position behind me. A sharp spank to my ass surprised me, and I let out a yelp as my guardleader grabbed my hips to put me where he wanted me.

  He entered me before Kenji had fully undressed, but my Kitsune soon took up position in front of me, his length throbbing. Lyall quickly fell into a steady rhythm behind me, making my walls clamp down in excitement. I gave myself over to the pace he set, as happy to let him steer our coupling as I had been to take my pleasure from Rorik earlier. Kenji waited until I gestured him to come to me, and then I teased him by running my tongue up and down him a few times.

  From the corner of my eyes, I realized my Veela warrior was the only one left clothed. The geas would fix that. “Rorik, get naked for me.”

  Then I looked the other direction and found Nolan still watching me. I avoided the geas for him and merely stated my desires. “I want to see you stroking yourself.”

  Now that some of Nolan’s facial hair had grown back, he had a clean, close-cut beard that I found quite hot on him. He dipped his head at my suggestion and his long hair slid down around his powerful brown chest. One of his hands closed around the base of his erection and began pumping while the other cupped his balls close.

  Satisfied I no longer needed to give any orders, I slid my mouth down around Kenji’s head, and he sighed in ecstasy. Nolan let out a quiet moan, and I could hear Lyall’s breathing hitch behind me.

  Never in all my life had I imagined being part of such a sexy scene. I gestured to a now-naked Rorik to come closer, and he obeyed my unspoken command. Levitating myself slightly above the blanket, I gave my neck a break as I reached to the side to stroke Rorik’s length. Then I gestured to Nolan for the same. Using my Elven levitation, I continued sucking on Kenji as I pumped Rorik and Nolan in each of my fists, my excitement driving me faster and faster.

  Lyall’s hands squeezed my ass as Rorik began fondling one of my breasts, his calloused fingers easily finding my nipple. It appeared I didn’t always have to order him to do everything, after all.

  I sensed Kenji getting closer and I took my mouth off of him for a moment, using my levitation to keep my body from collapsing as I turned to Rorik. Lyall continued to pound into me from behind, controlling my pleasure so I never got lost in it as he took what he wanted from me, and I enjoyed feeling his body slap my ass with every thrust. I gave Rorik a quick lick.

  Ever the gentleman, Kenji pulled my hair aside so I could look up at Rorik, whose lavender eyes filled with heat as he gazed down at what I was doing to him. I pulled away.

  “Rorik will come last.” I gave him a sly grin. “I think it’s only fair since you made us wait so long for this day.”

  As soon as my lips slid down his shaft again, Rorik gasped and replied, “Whatever my queen desires.”

  His words ignited something in me, and my inner walls clamped down on Lyall. Knowing that Rorik got off on my commands, on me taking control, made me want to surrender myself to the pleasure of every sensation more fully.

  “Good.” I pushed Rorik’s hip away. “Then stand aside and watch us.”

  I moved back over to Kenji, my hand returning to Nolan’s length. Levitation made all of this so much easier, as I didn’t have to support myself with my arms. Lyall’s strong hands kept my hips locked to him as he ground against my ass a little before sliding nearly all the way out of me.

  I teased Kenji’s head. As my lips slid slowly down his length, so too did Lyall slide slowly into me, rubbing along my core. I groaned at the pleasure of it, at the thought of Rorik and Nolan watching.

  Kenji gasped as my lips circled his base before sliding back up and teasing his head some more. I glanced over to find Nolan languidly cupping himself with one hand, a promise that more was to come.

  Wrapping my other hand around Kenji’s thigh, I pulled him closer to me as my mouth sank down on him again. He gasped, “I’m not far off, Glori.”

  I began sucking on Kenji in earnest now, my rhythm relentless. Nolan took a step back to watch without distracting me. My eyes sought him out, and he licked his lips. Kenji gasped and exploded in my mouth, his hips bucking instinctively as he came. The sense of power I felt for making him lose control spiked my arousal and my walls clenched down on Lyall.

  Lyall’s thrusts became more desperate, and he leaned over my back, his arm circling my hips as his fingers found my clit. He moved with lightning speed over my button, and I found myself crying out against Kenji’s cock as Lyall let go inside me, my orgasm cresting in wave after wave as Lyall kept thrusting.

  I slowly came back to myself to find Angel still on his back staring up at me. His sapphire eyes had gone from blissed-out vacancy to sharp desire. He was slowly returning to hardness already. The sexual tension in the clearing had only risen, undiminished, despite how many of us had climaxed.

  “Nolan,” I said breathlessly. “Can I get a repeat of our fun time on the balcony?”

  Nolan gave me a steady smile and waited for Lyall to disengage from me. The Duwende took my hand and helped me up. I felt like I towered over him, so I released my levitation and let myself fall to my feet on the spongy forest floor.

  “Are you ready?” Nolan asked.

  I nodded, and he grabbed me, lifting me up even without me levitating to help, such was his Duwende strength. He pulled me down, impaling me completely, sliding his huge cock all the way into me, knowing I was already prepared to take him this time. My legs wrapped around his waist as I groaned in satisfaction. Kenji caressed my back and shoulders as Nolan’s strong hands encircled my hips and supported me so that we reached a steady in-out rhythm. I had eyes for no one but my Duwende consort as his powerful shoulders and arms bulged with his efforts. It felt so good to surrender to his cadence and let him decide how fast we went, reveling in the feeling of almost-overwhelming fullness that his girth offered.

  Kenji’s fingers found my nipples, and his breath tickled along my back and neck, but he didn’t kiss me or nibble on me. Instead, he came to our side. While one hand continued with my nipples, his other hand strayed close to Nolan’s hands around my hips. Yet Kenji dipped lower, seeking a different target.

  As soon as Kenji’s searching fingers found my already-stimulated core, I lost control completely, throwing my head back in a primal scream as Nolan slammed against me, letting out his own groan. What felt like fire consumed me from my core outward as wave after wave of pleasure heated my body. My throat felt dry and raw when I came back to myself and found Nolan at the tail end of his own orgasm. He squeezed me closer and kissed my breasts as his throbbing subsided.

  Nolan and Kenji lowered me to the blanket. Feeling like a pile of jelly, I could hardly imagine continuing, but I knew there was more for all of us still yet. I would see it through. Forming the consort bonds required mutual pleasure, though obviously not specific positions or acts, as Nolan had acknowledged. However, if the Tree needed me to please all my consorts until they came, reinforcing our consort bonds and linking the Tree to them through me, then I still had a couple to go.

  Rolling my head to the side, I saw Angel was fully hard now. He grinned at me, and I felt his approval pour through the bond to me.

  “Rorik,” I called. “Get Angel ready for me.”

  Rorik kneeled beside Angel, who let out a groan before Rorik’s lips sank even halfway down his shaft. With a few brisk head-bobs, Rorik switched to using his hand to pump Angel’s shaft, and my naughty Nixie returned the favor.

  “He’s ready, my queen,” Rorik proclaimed, and I came over to straddle Angel.

  As I kneeled above him, the sexual tension built. Surely everything we had done had been enough to heal the Tree — I could sense its growing strength within the deep bond inside of me. But we weren’t done yet.

  “Rorik, stand over Angel so I can lick you,” I said, still keeping my sexy rockstar in anticipation.

  The Nixie’s eyes sought out the underside of Rorik’s ass as he straddled Angel’s shoulders. I licked Rorik’s delightful shaft, eliciting a moan. But that was all I would give him for now. It wasn’t his turn yet.

  Reveling in my feeling of power, I released Rorik and sank down on Angel, making him moan as his hands sought out my legs. I bounced up and down a few times before ordering Rorik to kneel over top of Angel. With a knee on either side of Angel’s shoulders, Rorik waited for my next command.

  But I said nothing, merely enjoying riding Angel as I had done with Rorik earlier today. Angel’s hands came up and he began playing with Rorik’s balls. Rorik closed his eyes, his breathing shallow. I raised an eyebrow, discovering a new way I could torment my submissive warrior.

  “Touch yourself, Rory.” I ran my hands over Rorik’s rock-hard abs and pecs.

  Over Rorik’s shoulder, I saw Lyall watching us. He gestured to Nolan and Kenji, who came forward to caress my breasts while I continued sliding up and down Angel. If I hadn’t already come, I would have just then.

  “For a submissive, I think Rorik still has a bit too much control,” Lyall observed.

  I tilted my head, gazing into Rorik’s pleading eyes. He was ready. Beyond ready.

  “Rorik, put your hands behind your back,” I ordered, as Angel continued playing with the Veela’s balls from below. I brought one hand down around Rorik’s shaft and his hips twitched forward. I could tell it was all he could do not to come.

  And that in turn made my own walls clench on Angel. Nolan’s hand pinched my nipple as Kenji once again slipped a hand between my thighs, knowing just what I needed. I ground down on Angel’s shaft and Kenji played me again, making me throw my head back in pleasure. Nolan steadied me against him as my walls clenched repeatedly, making Angel follow me in climax. Together we both moaned, and I slid up and down twice more for good measure, making Angel buck beneath me.

  I was nearly spent, certainly overstimulated — my poor clit felt more than a little worked over — but we weren’t through yet. If I was honest, I didn’t want to be, no matter how deep my exhaustion. Nolan helped me to my feet as I commanded, “Rory, get up. Stand over there.” I pointed to the center of the clearing. Angel rolled to the side and found his own footing.

  Rorik stood at rapt attention at the center of a circle of five trees. My other four consorts fanned out, taking up positions between the trees, giving me space to breathe. I circled Rorik as I recovered from so many back-to-back climaxes. Letting my hand graze over his body, I was gratified to see him shiver with anticipation of where my next touch would fall. I teased beneath his belly button, making his length quiver, but I gave him no relief. He stood rock hard and waiting, and I let him wait.

  “What should I do with you?” I whispered.

  Angel picked up his guitar and slung the strap over his shoulder, the instrument hiding his now well-spent member from view. He strummed a few notes before launching into a slow melody that seemed to rejuvenate me. Never had I realized how versatile Nixie magic could be, or how much Angel had already learned. My last consort had yet to come, and I hoped that would be enough to revive the Tree of Life completely and link its magic to all Fae.

  Angel’s song of seduction wove around us as I circled behind Rorik once more. I spanked his ass as Lyall had done to me, but my Veela warrior let out no sound of surprise. I came back around to find his eyes filled with barely banked flames of desire. It wouldn’t take much to push him over the edge. But Rorik liked me to get what I wanted first, not just to give; I knew that now.

  “You’ll have to make me come first,” I informed him, and he bowed. He didn’t look disappointed. If anything, his gaze burned even hotter.

  “Nolan, will you be my strength?” I asked, and the Duwende stepped forward with a confident smile. He cradled me as I told Rorik to kneel in front of me.

  “Touch me until I come, Rory. Only then will it be your turn.”

  Rorik did as I bid, his fingers sliding in between my folds as Angel’s song grew in intensity and speed. Nolan leaned me against his chest. His hands supported my hips, tilting them up to give Rorik greater access.

  Lyall hooked a finger under my chin, pulling my face toward his. He kissed me deeply, letting his tongue roam. Rorik’s fingers spread me and then dipped inside as the music drove me higher and higher. With one hand busy thrusting in and out of me, Rorik brought the other up to brush along my hips. It drifted lower and lower, as I felt myself getting closer and closer to the edge.

  “Taste the others on me, Rorik,” I whispered.

  Rorik’s tongue found my clit and slid lower, and my hips bucked. He held on, his tongue penetrating me as I went insane, my full weight supported by Nolan. Lyall’s tongue delved into my mouth at the same time, teasing my tongue. Then Rorik’s fingers penetrated me, his tongue back on my clit. I lost control completely, letting the orgasm roll over me as Kenji watched.

  Lyall let me come up for air, and Nolan helped me as I pushed Rorik down onto the blanket and positioned myself over his hips as I had on my bed.

  I was weak after so much pleasure, and as I lowered myself onto Rorik’s shaft, I let Nolan steady me. With his strength and my levitation, I moved myself up and down on Rorik, matching my rhythm to Angel’s fingers over the guitar strings.

  “Please, my queen,” Rorik whispered, his whole body going tense.

  “Can you help?” I asked Nolan, and he grabbed my hips, moving me up and down on Rorik’s shaft three more times before I relented.

  “Come for me, Rory,” I said at last, and his hips went wild. He thrust himself up against me again and again and let out a powerful roar beneath me as Nolan steadied my hips. I reached out my arms and found Lyall and Kenji to either side, holding my hands as I rode my bucking warrior.

  As Rorik settled, I collapsed on his broad chest, and he gathered me tight to him. “We should have done this a long time ago.” His words rumbled in his powerful chest.

  I nuzzled my head against him and laughed. Before I could wonder if we’d succeeded, I felt a strange energy welling up inside of me, pouring from my bond to the Tree of Life, forged earlier during the ceremony.

  It was like having my feet touch the ground after levitating for a long time, like rediscovering gravity. Something snapped like a broken chain, but silently within me. A link I hadn’t known was missing returned. Power bloomed within me, and I looked up to find awe bursting in Lyall’s eyes. His pride lit up the bond between us.

  “It’s working,” Lyall said, his voice trembling with joy. “I can feel our tie to the Tree of Life.”

  All around us, the wisps fell downward, hovering barely above the forest floor. I pushed off of Rorik, sitting up and turning to the others, expecting to see the awe I felt mirrored in their gazes, too.

  Instead I found only expressions of puzzlement. Nolan’s eyebrows drew down as he glanced back and forth between Lyall and me. Doubt trembled in his bond, and I frowned, wondering why only Lyall and I seemed to sense it.

  “I don’t feel anything different,” Kenji said slowly, glancing between me and Lyall.

  Angel’s song came to a discordant end as he dropped his hand from the strings. “But Lyall and Glori both do.”

  Rorik pushed me off of him completely, putting some distance between us before he spoke. “And they’re both Elves.”

  Chapter 9

  Nolan

  I felt frozen in place as all the colorful wisps fell to hover barely above the forest floor around us. The sinking sensation they created made it seem as though the earth itself fell along with our elation.

  Glori pulled away from Rorik, dawning horror in her eyes. “What? I—”

  “It’s true.” Rorik raised his arms as winds swirled around him. “If we had regained our long-lost magic, I could fly again.” His dark, furious gaze fell on Lyall. “Show us.”

  Rorik was wrong. He had to be. Because if he was right…

  With his mouth set in a grim line, Lyall reached down to his pile of clothing and withdrew a short blade. Staring at Rorik, Lyall raised the blade. I let out a gasp as he drew it quickly across his forearm. Blood fell to the moss below, but before the shallow wound could bleed in earnest, it slowly sealed, healing before my very eyes.

  Rorik let out a roar, and I covered my ears as it brought me to my knees. Glori and her other consorts fell with me, except the Veela. I couldn’t blame him for the outburst; however, I could hope his conclusions were faulty. Perhaps the rest of our magic would return soon. Elven magic might have returned first thanks to Glori herself being an Elf.

  “Rorik…” I started, but as we got to our feet, he whirled on Angel.

  “And you, Nixie? Can you call your storms?”

  The illusion of a wall of brambles around us shattered, revealing Maeve and her Duwende, along with Fen, Valente, and Erynn. They surrounded the six of us, all still naked and now very confused.

  For once, Glori didn’t seem embarrassed by her nudity in front of others. Perhaps due to being imprisoned naked for days at the hands of our enemies. Still, she did take a step back, her eyes latched on Maeve as she shook her head.

  “Maeve, can you…” Glori trailed off, and my heart broke for her. She thought this was her failing, but she was wrong.

  It was mine.

  I was the fool who’d translated the scrolls without a cypher. I was the fool who hadn’t informed the others, forsaking the added protection they would have provided. I was the fool who had allowed my translations to fall into Unseelie hands.