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“It’s probably from that damn ring. I’ll talk to Duncan and see if it has any Fae significance.” Caroline shifted so that she straddled him, and pulled off her blouse, under which she wore nothing. “I won’t stop you if you see anything you want to touch.”

He groaned as she began moving against his thick, hard erection, and reached under her skirt to release the seam of his swim suit. With his fist he guided his cock to the slick, flowering folds of her pussy.

Caroline still loved it every time he came into her this way, as only since the ring had transformed her could they make love safely. “I love having you inside me.”

“I meant do this with you in bed.” He shuddered as she gripped him with her internal muscles. “Only I find I’m very fond of this chair.”

“Much better than the floor, isn’t it?” She lowered herself inch by inch until she buried him inside her, and then drew his mouth to the tight nipples of her swollen breasts. “Next time we should sneak into the stronghold, and wait for Nyall in his bed. I’d love to have him walk in on us while we’re in the midst.”

“Shameless.” Jamaran thrust hard up into her pussy. “He’d be annoyed with us both for beginning without him.”

“Oh, yeah.” She shivered with delight as he sucked at her breasts. “I love when that happens. Especially when he makes you watch him fuck me while I rub your cock.”

Talking dirty to the Selseus commander always sent him into a frenzy, and Caroline laughed as he took hold of her and rose from the chair, still thrusting inside her as he carried her over to the bed. There he dropped down on top of her, fucking her with deep, slow strokes of his cock, making the headboard slam against the stone wall.

“You drive me mad,” Jamaran told her, kissing her mouth and her cheeks and nipping the lobe of her ear. “I shall end gasping in your arms, I vow.”

“Oh, no, we get to do this forever, my friend.” She wrapped her legs around him, meeting every hard plunge of his cock and writhing with the need to come.

With her men, sex was always thrilling, especially when they took her together, but making love with her best friend alone always excited Caroline in a different way. There was a kind of bond between them that transcended love, perhaps because they had both faced death by deliberate drowning. She would always love Nyall with all her heart, but Jamaran was like her mirror self.

Caroline rolled him onto his back, disengaging their bodies and shifting around so she reversed herself atop him. As she engulfed his cock and sucked him, he gripped her thighs and buried his mouth against her pussy. They came together, both of them shuddering deeply, and as she swallowed the silken warmth of his seed she thought of Nyall, and what he would think once he read this memory from Jamaran’s thoughts.

Slowly she let his shaft slide from her lips before she shifted around to curl up beside him. She wanted to talk about things important to them, but what she had seen before with the chieftain and Julianne Scott kept nagging at her.

“How tough would it be to get a druid out to the island?” she asked him.

“The clan, they’ve some allies among the magic folk. If the laird asked them to permit a visit, they’d likely agree.” He propped his head on his hand and looked down at her. “Why?”

She smiled a little. “I think our chieftain could definitely use a magical intervention, but actually I’d like them to look at Julianne.”

“Even with her boons and attractions she seems quite pleasant and rather harmless,” Jamaran said. “What more about her troubles you, my lady?”

“It was just for a moment, when the light came through the window behind her.” Caroline stroked her fingers through his long silver-blond hair. “Maybe it was sun glare, but I don’t know. Anyway, she turned green. Not light green, either—dark green. Like she was covered head to toe in pine needles. When I blinked, the green went away, and she just looked like a tall, attractive blonde again.”

“’Tis likely a trick of the light,” Jamaran said.

She nodded. “I thought the same thing. Only, what if the tall blonde is the trick?”

Duxor waited in the cave for a week before his Cait Sith shifter returned from her last hunt. Although she appeared uninjured, her long dark hair had been shorn close to her scalp. Burned off, he guessed as he saw the blackened condition of her garments, and tasted soot in the water. She had also returned alone after going on the hunt with Erskin, the first mortal he had transformed.

Master. She made an obeisance. As you see I couldnae capture the dark mortal female and the marked chieftain.

He kept a tight rein on his anger and instead swam around her as if inspecting her for wounds. Why did you fail me?

The MacMar garrison commander now possesses a lightning boon. She pulled down her tunic to reveal a large pink mark on the flesh of her arm that resembled a fern. He used the power to kill Erskin. He nearly did the same to me, so I couldnae take Caroline from him and the fishman.

You must learn more of what they ken, he told her. Change into Bered and go among the Selseus.

No, I shallnae. She smiled at him, and her teeth shifted and swelled into huge, jagged double rows. They now ken that I may shift into different forms. I cannae serve you if they slay me.

Duxor raised his fist to clout her, but then saw a strange anticipation in her flat black shark’s eyes. He had the sense that he was no longer speaking to only the Cait Sith female, and if he enraged the white-mouth he’d merged with her, it would attack.

Slowly he lowered his hand. You need go and hunt.

Fiacail surfaced, and climbed onto a rock shelf in the upper part of the cave. When Duxor swam up to look at her she shifted into her halfling form, changing her burned and tattered garments into a servant’s gown and apron.

You need a stronger ally to face the MacMar, she told him. My former sovereign, Derdrui, is a full-blood Fae Therion enchantress. No one in the mortal realm may prevail over her.