Noble Blood

When Duncan bent down and began pressing kisses down Jaden's spine he damn near lost it then and there. He couldn’t, he had to hold on just a few minutes longer. He had to bring them over with him. He looked down at his woman, watching the play of green and silver lights on her face. Light sweat covered her body, shimmering in the whorls of her leprechaun skin. Her face was a mask of ecstasy, the impending orgasm tightening her features. “Play with yourself. Come for me, Moira. For us.”

She reached between them and stroked herself. Her hips snapped up; she was so close he could literally smell it. He pushed up slightly and began to pound into her, desperate to bring her off before he lost it completely.

“Bite me. Jaden. Please.”

He could hear the plea in Duncan’s voice, knew what the Sidhe wanted, needed. He couldn’t resist, taking the forearm Duncan pushed in front of him and biting down, drawing Duncan’s essence into him more deeply than he ever had before, bonding him as surely as the two fae Claimed him. It was complete. They were his bondmates, his now for all eternity.

Behind him Duncan thrust once, twice and came, a deep, guttural groan that shot through Jaden and forced him into his own orgasm. Under him Moira squirmed and gasped, her eyes scrunching shut as her orgasm shot through her.

Jaden licked Duncan’s bite mark and dove into their minds, forcing the orgasms to linger, strengthen. He let them feel the joy of being bonded to a vampire, mated to someone who could rock their worlds. He would bring them the type of ecstasy they’d only dreamt of.

“Gods.” It sounded like Duncan spoke through clenched teeth. His big body trembled against Jaden’s back as his hips continued to piston against Jaden’s ass. “So good.”

Moira was panting, deep, gasping breaths as her pussy convulsed around him.

Before he could blink their power spiraled into him and Claimed him, irrevocably sealing his fate to theirs.

Duncan collapsed against his back, his body soaked in sweat. “You two are going to be the death of me.”

Jaden held himself off Moira through sheer force of will, unwilling to crush the small leprechaun. He smiled, fully sated for the first time in his life.

Moira reached up and cupped his cheek. “You know what comes next, don’t you?” The lilt of Ireland was back in her voice. “Are you ready for that?”

He spoke before he thought. “Are you?” She scowled up at him, but before she could take a bite out of him he leaned down and kissed her. “You’ve true bonded a Gray Court vampire, Moira. Do you think your White Court family will really approve of that?”

“I think they will.” She smiled up at him, her momentary anger gone. “I know Duncan can’t wait.”

He felt more than heard Duncan’s chuckle. “Damn straight. I’ve waited long enough.”

Jaden snorted, still unable to believe that everything he’d ever dreamed of might come true. “You’ve waited?”

He yelped when Duncan’s slap landed on his ass.

Moira laughed. “Wake us up, love.” She yawned mid-chuckle. “I could use a nap before we finish what we’ve started.”

Duncan pressed one last kiss to his back. Then mist swirled, and they were in Duncan’s bedroom. Jaden was on top of Moira, his semi hard cock still buried inside her. Duncan was draped along his back. “Well, damn. You weren’t kidding about the wet spot.”

“Nope.”

He sighed, truly content for the first time in years. What had he done to deserve such bliss? “Shit.”

Chapter Six

Duncan reached out and slapped at the alarm clock, but the damn thing rang again almost immediately. He cracked open one eye and glared at the window.

Still dark out.

Next to him Jaden snuffled. A light snore erupted from the vampire’s mouth. Moira’s breathing was deep, her sleep undisturbed. Duncan smiled. For the first time in he couldn’t remember when he was completely at peace.

Ring.

Duncan sighed. He got out of bed as quietly as he could and headed for his pants. He pulled out his cell phone and walked into the sitting room next to the bedroom, shutting the door quietly behind him. He didn’t see the need to wake the other two. He checked the caller ID and frowned.

What the hell does Shane Dunne want at—he squinted at the clock on the mantelpiece—two o’clock in the morning? “Hello?”

“Hello, Duncan. Long time no hear from.”

Shane’s low, smooth drawl was so unlike both Moira and Leo it was a shock to hear it. The middle child, Shane Joloun Dunne was unlike anyone Duncan had met before. Pure hybrids were so rare that only four had been recorded in the history of the Sidhe. All of them had been remarkable in one fashion or another. It was said the finest lord of the Sidhe, Nuada Silverhand, had actually been a hybrid. “Do you know what time it is?”

“Roughly two a.m. Listen, I got word that you might be in trouble. Anything I can do to help?”

Duncan blinked and looked at his phone. What the hell? Was there anyone who didn’t know about his problems? “What kind of trouble have you heard about?”

Shane sighed. “Darkness stalks the Malmayne clan. Salvation lies within one man. Accept the bond and pay the price. Shadow wraps around you thrice.”

Duncan took a deep breath. If that meant what he thought it did then they might already be too late. The only question was what the price might be. “Jaden, Moira and I have become bondmates.”

“Huh.” Silence. “My sister’s got a tribond? Interesting.”

Duncan rubbed his eyes. He was way too tired to deal with Shane. “Listen, I’ve been meaning to talk to your father. Is he awake?”

“No, and right now you wouldn’t be able to get much from him anyway. Tell me what’s wrong, I’ll get him the message.”

“I’m not sure that’s a good idea.” He needed Sean Dunne’s help, not his son’s.

“I give you my word my father will receive your message.”

Duncan heard the ring of magic in the other man’s voice. A vow, then. “The Malmaynes are pushing to punish the Dunnes for the deaths of Cullen and Kaitlynn.” He filled Shane in on the discussions he’d already had with both Henri and Charles. “If they have their way, Leo’s true bond will be set aside for the marriage contract, Jaden will die and the Dunnes will owe honor debt.” And I’ll be dead, more than likely. If losing his bondmate didn’t kill him then Charles would. He’d be a rallying point for any Malmayne not willing to follow the new regime. Killing Duncan would cement Charles’s place as the new Clan Lord.

Shane gave a low whistle. “Yeah. That’s going to be an issue. I’ll get Dad to summon the family. We’ll let you know when we expect you.”

“We’ll be there.”

“All three of you.”

Duncan smiled, warmed by the hybrid’s insistence. “I’ll drag Jaden if need be.”

“Good. I’ll call you as soon as I know anything more. Night, Duncan.”

“Good night, Shane.” Duncan hung up the phone and settled into one of the big armchairs in front of the fireplace. He thought about lighting a fire but that would take more energy than he had at the moment.

How the hell had Shane known about their problems? What was with that cryptic riddle? As far as he knew there were no Seers on either the Dunne or the Joloun side, rare creatures that they were. Only one full-blooded Seer still lived, so he must have heard that riddle from another source. The question was, who?