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  “Everything must be properly finished,” Odin huffed like a true neat freak. “All right; the gem inside Elaria's throat is kyanite.”

  “Kyanite?” I blinked as I tried to remember the properties of the stone. I had studied a lot of crystals during the Sapphire War, but I didn't think kyanite was one of them, so I was surprised when it came to me. “That's used to enhance psychic abilities, right?”

  “Yes, among other things.” Odin smiled approvingly. “Think about it, Elaria. What is the main purpose of your magic?”

  “To create more magic?” I asked.

  “You sing.” Odin rolled his eye. “It's a form of communication, which is another property of kyanite. Plus, the stone naturally breaks into slivers, and magic always takes the path of least resistance. The relic left you a gift that it thought would benefit you the most: a super-charged piece of kyanite to enhance your communication and psychic abilities. Oh, I believe it promotes lucid dreaming too.”

  “Sweet stones,” I whispered.

  “Precisely.” Odin nodded. “I believe that you've only scratched the surface of what you're now capable of, Elaria. The witch relic was created with the power of thousands of witches. A tiny sliver of one gem is probably more potent than all of the magic within this room.”

  We all went silent as that sank in.

  “Massive amounts of power literally lodged in my throat, and I'm going to die if I can't find a man to love,” I muttered in a go-figure tone and then started laughing hysterically. “Just my luck. Humph; I guess Vivian's dress didn't work. Or maybe she didn't specify what type of luck she gave me.”

  They stared at me like I'd lost my mind.

  “Come on, it's funny,” I prodded them.

  “Ironic maybe,” my father said, “but not funny, Elaria.”

  “You're right.” I sobered. “But I think I've had enough tragedy for one evening. I'm going home to the lovers I do have, and I'm going to hold on tightly to them both tonight.”

  Chapter Seventeen

  Odin and my father promised to keep working on a solution to my rooster problem, but I reminded Odin that he had the issue of monsters being brought over from Torr-Chathair to deal with too. He had grimaced at me and informed me that he was an ancient witch elder, and he could multitask. My parents were understandably upset, but I didn't have the energy to comfort them. I needed to get back to Alexandrite and be comforted myself.

  So, I said my goodbyes and used my traveling stone to take me through the Veil to Declan and Banning. They knew how the evening went as soon as they saw my face. Both of their expressions went grim, and they came forward to hug me together. The RS lifted inside me and basked in our love, simmering her fire down a bit. But I knew that contentment wouldn't last, and so did my men.

  Banning started kissing me while Declan undid my dress. It felt natural to be with the both of them now. We moved together as if it were a dance; choreographed but also improvisational. Declan's hands drifting up my thighs, Banning's mouth at my throat, and my arms out; one around Banning, and one bent back to hold Declan.

  I sighed into the sensation of their bodies pressing in around mine and then relaxed into their embrace as they carried me to the bed together. No words were spoken, only the sounds of passion left our lips. My hands filled with their flesh; gripping thick muscles and stroking hard lengths, before tangling in silky hair—holding them tighter to me as we feasted on each other.

  Then Banning eased me onto my side, pressing in tightly to my back, and Declan angled my upper thigh over his. While Declan slid into me, Banning nuzzled my neck and rubbed himself against my back. I was ground sensuously between the men, and it was heaven, but I needed more... and so did Banning.

  “Do it,” I whispered to Banning.

  Banning tensed. “Are you sure?”

  “It doesn't upset me anymore,” I said. “It's your path to magic. Go ahead; I want you to.”

  “I don't know, El—”

  “Sweet stones, man!” Declan growled around my breast as he thrust deeper. “Bite her already!”

  Banning struck, and the circle was complete. The three of us connected with me forming a bridge between the men, and the spell rose inside me. That delicious sucking sensation on my throat turned into a tingling, and then wild electricity that danced through my veins and stimulated every sensual region I had. I clenched around Declan as I cried out and wrapped an arm back, around Banning, to pull him closer.

  “Fuck,” Declan growled as he quickened his pace. “What the hell is that?”

  Neither Banning nor I could answer him; we were both lost to the madness of the blood. I felt more alive than I ever had before; rather ironic when you thought about it. But somehow, the act of feeding Banning had become something far more erotic than I'd ever imagined. Pleasure rolled over me in waves of increasing intensity as Banning tensed against me and came in hot swaths across my back. The scent of his release combined with my blood and sent me reeling into my own orgasm.

  Heat infused my body, but this time it flowed out into them. The spell gave back, sending Declan shooting into his first completion while Banning and I convulsed through our second. The RS may feed on them, but it also empowered them, just as it once had empowered Thomas. Thomas hadn't shared his energy with the sirens, but then he hadn't loved them either. Love changes everything. As soon as the shouting stopped, we were ready to start it all over again, refreshed and invigorated by the magic of the RS.

  “I felt your pleasure when he bit you,” Declan said in wonder. “I had no idea that a blooder's bite could bring such ecstasy.”

  “It's a well-known fact,” Banning murmured as he grabbed a cloth from the bedside table and wiped off my back.

  “With humans,” Declan huffed. “I didn't know that it would have such an effect on supernaturals.”

  “Because most supernaturals won't let a blooder bite them.” I sighed as Banning tossed away the cloth and turned me toward him. “It makes sense that it would be more magical with us.”

  “Fair enough.” Declan slipped his hand between my thighs and started working me into a frenzy again. “Just one question.”

  “Don't even think about asking me to bite you,” Banning said as he licked the remnants of blood from my neck. “I may be secure enough in my masculinity to tease you with some gay talk, but I'm not secure enough to penetrate you, even if it's just with my teeth.”

  “I had no intentions of asking for that.” Declan made a disgusted sound. “And dear stones, man; even when you talk straight, you sound gay.”

  “Then what was your question?” Banning asked distractedly as his hands roamed my body.

  “If biting Elaria in a more sensitive location might result in ever greater amounts of pleasure.”

  Banning and I went still, then began to smile at each other. I ended up laying on my back, Banning between my legs and Declan sprawled beside me, with his hips at the level of my head. I took Declan into my mouth, but I was soon moaning around his flesh because Banning had slid inside me simultaneously. Banning let the passion build before he finally latched onto my breast, biting my tender flesh and sending me shooting into another orgasm. Our connection once again shared the experience with Declan, and his hand shot to my hair, holding me to him tightly as he shouted and took his release.

  That was just the beginning of the circle of pleasure we raced around all night. Every ending became a new beginning until weariness finally overtook us, and we fell into an exhausted slumber.

  Chapter Eighteen

  It wasn't until morning, when we woke in a sweet tangle of limbs, that the men finally asked what had happened at the Ball. I told them everything; about Gage, Torin, and what Odin had discovered. They listened quietly, tensing through the Torin bit, and their eyes widened when I spoke of the kyanite. Declan especially seemed shocked and went quietly pensive.

  “What is it?” I asked Declan.

  “You have a stone within you, Queen Elaria,” Declan said softly. “The ramifi
cations could be... extreme.”

  “How extreme?” Banning asked.

  “The Kyanite Kingdom borders mine”—Declan began to smile—“and it is currently without a monarch.”

  “How can it be without a king or queen?” I asked.

  “You know the way the stones work,” Declan chided me. “They choose their own monarchs. The last Kyanite Queen died years ago, and the castle has remained empty ever since. The land is governed by the highest ranking nobles until Kyanite calls a new sovereign.”

  “Until...” Banning whispered. “Fuck, Declan, Ellie doesn't need the responsibilities of a kingdom adding to her troubles.”

  “A kingdom is not a burden,” Declan snapped, “it's a benefit. Elaria would have a seat of power within Tír na nÓg. She'd be a landed queen at last.”

  “That's great, Declan.” I sighed and rubbed at my face. “But Banning's right; I don't need this stress right now.”

  “Elaria, the relic gave you that kyanite for a reason,” Declan growled. “The witch relic that lives here. Hasn't it occurred to you that it may have had more in mind than just giving you a power boost?”

  “Are you saying that you believe the relic specifically gave me a slice of kyanite, not just because it's the perfect stone for my magic, but also because the relic knew the Kyanite Kingdom was ready to be claimed?”

  “Yes.” Declan smirked. “I think the relic knew exactly what it was doing when it put that particular gem inside you. It made you a true jewel queen. You may not be a Shining One, but you have a gemstone placed inside you by the relic that guards our realm. I think they'll overlook your race.”

  “And then there's its location.” I frowned in thought. “Odd that the Kyanite Kingdom is right beside yours. Where is it exactly?”

  “Onyx lies to the West,” Declan said. “The Sgàthan Sea and Primeval are to the East, and Kyanite is in the South-East, between Tiger's Eye and the Primeval Forest.”

  “The Kyanite Kingdom,” I whispered, and the sliver in my throat trembled. “Damn it all, but it feels right.”

  “Like fate,” Declan agreed.

  “But I still can't go claiming a kingdom right now, Declan,” I protested. “I need to find a way to survive first. It would be irresponsible to set myself up as queen only to die.”

  “Where is this Gage guy?” Banning said, ignoring my talk of death.

  “No.” I shook my head. “The last thing I need is you two hounding the griffin.”

  “How can he give up his mate?” Banning asked. “Griffins only get one, and he's found his one; he can't just ask for a redo. Why would he walk away?”

  “As Gage said; he hasn't bonded with me yet, so he can still be with other women.” I shrugged. “It's a valid choice, Ban.”

  “It's not one he'll stick to,” Declan said confidently. “It's simply not possible. Shapeshifters are driven by their instincts. Gage can walk away from you, but his griffin cannot. The beast will drive the man back to you.”

  “I can't be certain of that,” I protested.

  “Trust me, Elaria,” Declan said gently. “I've lived a very long time, and I've seen it happen again and again. The griffin is not lost to you. You will live, my love.” Declan kissed me gently, then laid his forehead to mine. “Even if I have to drag that bird squawking and clawing back to you myself.”

  “I'm with Declan on this,” Banning said. “Tell us where he is, El.”

  “I don't know.” I backed away from Declan so I could think easier. Yes; he's that hot. So is Banning, for that matter. “Odin offered Gage a room at Coven Cay, but I don't know if he accepted. He may have wanted off the island after what happened between us.”

  “He's a griffin,” Declan huffed. “He was sent here on a mission, and that mission will compel him to place himself in the best position possible to fulfill his duties. He'll be at Coven Cay.”

  “Then that's where we'll be as well,” Banning said to Declan.

  Declan was already pulling out his traveling stone. He held his hand out to Banning. “Indeed; let's go hunt us a griffin.”

  “Hey!” I shouted as the men disappeared. “Blast it! Dang overbearing idiots.”

  Chapter Nineteen

  Banning and Declan returned without Gage. Gage had stayed at Coven Cay, but he was out patrolling and assimilating (whatever that meant) when they got there. They were telling me how they planned on returning later that evening when my contact charm chimed. It was Cerberus.

  “El, Odin tried to call you on your cell phone, but it kept going to voicemail, so I figured you were out of the realm,” he said by way of greeting.

  “Yeah, I'm in Alexandrite.”

  “Odin also told me what went down with the griffin,” Cerberus growled. “That's some bullshit, or should I say birdshit? Either way, it's fuckshit!”

  “Start the bird jokes, and I will start the dog ones,” I said serenely.

  We'd been playing this game for years, except the bird jokes were usually targeting me.

  “Fair enough,” he huffed a chuckle. “You want me to talk to the bi... bastard?”

  “No; I'm not going to push him.” I sighed. “You can't force love, Cer, and that's what this has to be. If Gage gave it a go with me simply out of pity, I'd die anyway.”

  “You're not going to fucking die,” Cerberus snarled. “Forget the griffin; I'm going to have a word with that fairy fucker.”

  “Cer, let it be,” I said tiredly.

  “El,” he suddenly sounded worried, “girl, don't you give up on me; we just started looking. You're smart, strong, and smokin' hot; they're going to be lining up for a chance at you.”

  “Yeah; it'll be all right,” I lacked his enthusiasm.

  “Elaria!” Cerberus snarled. “You fucking snap out of it right now. Get your head in the game; this is just another battle to win, and who's better than us?”

  “No one,” I whispered.

  “Nope; try that again,” he persisted. “Who is better than us?”

  “No one,” I said with a smile.

  “There's my girl,” Cerberus said smugly.

  “Did you say that Odin was trying to reach me?”

  “Oh, yeah.” He laughed. “Totally forgot with all the life coaching I was doing—maybe I should start charging, I'm obviously good at it.”

  “Cerberus!”

  “Odin wants to speak with you,” he said quickly.

  “That's it?” I rolled my eyes even though he couldn't see me. “You didn't get any deets?”

  “Nope, he wouldn't tell me,” Cerberus huffed. “He acted like I was the one who couldn't keep a secret. As if! Everyone knows it's telegraph, telephone, and teleOdin. That man is like one of those horny housewives.”

  “Desperate housewives,” I corrected.

  “That's what I said.”

  “Okay, I'll head over to the Cay,” I cut off the rest of that line of conversation. “Hey, how did Odin know what happened with Gage?”

  “Vivian heard the whole thing,” Cer said. “Odin's not the only witch who loves to gossip. And you had it out with the griffin right in front of her door.”

  “And then she told Odin.” I groaned.

  “And TeleOdin got right to spreading the word,” Cerberus confirmed. “But it's better for them to know anyway. They can help you, El; let them.”

  “That hasn't worked out so good thus far.”

  “No, not yet, but it will,” Cerberus said confidently. “This is only the first round, and the Last Lullaby doesn't give up that easily.”

  “Cerberus, I told you not to call me that.”

  “But it's awesome,” he whined. “Come on.”

  “No.”

  “Double-L?”

  “Hell no.”

  “The El-inator?”

  “You're just trying to make me laugh... and that sounds too close to 'elevator' to ever be intimidating.”

  “The El-iminator?”

  “That's nearly the same word,” I said dryly.

  “
El-iberator?”

  I said nothing.

  “Yeah, that went bad really fast,” he huffed. “And kind of south of the border. Anyway, I'm done now.”

  “Thank you.” I chuckled. “Tell Odin that I'm on my way.”

  “Okay. I'm going to stick around here,” Cer said. “Find me when you're done with ol' One-Eye.”

  “It's Left-Eye,” I corrected him.

  “Whatever.”