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welcome but stilling when Etaín’s lips left Cathal’s and her head turned to send a glare in his direction. “Don’t ever do that to Cathal or me again, Eamon.”
    “It was necessary.”
    Her confusion made it plain that she had not felt the grab and pull of magic, yet given the crash of a broken spell against his shield and her greeting, she must have been aware that he’d put her, them, to sleep.
    “What’s going on here, Etaín?” There was an edge to Cathal’s voice, hostility, and Eamon read in her expression the desire to avoid conflict though she couldn’t take back what had already been said.
    “Etaín’s gift is changing,” Eamon answered, hoping to ease the tension. “You are safe from it, but I have been careless.”
    Fear tightened her features. “I nearly stripped your mind.” Said on a whisper and he wondered if she would attempt to distance herself from him. “That’s why you did the sleep spell.”
    “I’m not sure what might have happened. I reacted defensively and Cathal fell to my spell as well.”
    “Don’t do it again.” Cathal’s words were a low growl, his anger embodying the natural fear at losing control, and a human’s reaction to the use of magic.
    Eamon tilted his head, acknowledging Cathal’s edict without agreeing to it. He could not offer Cathal the reassurance he sought, not when he wore Etaín’s ink and now was bound by magic to her.
    Etaín flinched away when Eamon reached out, fear pulsing through her. “Maybe it would be better if Cathal and I left. Safer for you.”
    “I believe I am safe now. The time you slept was put to good use.”
    He traced the rim of her ear, halting at the tip, his delicate circling strokes sending shivers of erotic pleasure through her. He followed it with the brush of his mouth against hers, the slide of his tongue between parted lips in a shallow foray hinting at a much deeper, much fuller penetration.
    “There is no way to test it, not without this,” he murmured, and her body clenched in anticipation then in protest with a knock on the bedroom door.
    From the other side of the door, Liam said, “There is a matter requiring your attention, Lord.”
    Eamon’s groan held the same frustration she felt. “I’ll return as quickly as I can.”
    He left, the door closing behind him before Cathal broke his silence again. “Lord of what? Assholes?”
    The truth of his emotions pierced her skin and poured into her bloodstream. Anger resurfacing, at having to share her. But that anger was trumped by fear, by the sense of a life spinning out of control.
    She attempted to slide off his lap, to break the physical contact and gain some breathing room. His arms tightened, preventing it, allowing only enough movement for her to change position on his lap.
    She straddled him so she could see his expression and he could see hers. “Sorry now?” she asked, encompassing all of it—magic,Eamon, their relationship, though Cathal had sought her out, and by his actions, brought her to Eamon’s attention in the first place.
    “No.” He touched his mouth to lips still glistening from the press of Eamon’s mouth to them. “Never.”
    “Never say never.”
    “So you told me once before and now I’m wearing your ink. When it comes to you, I seem to be a slow learner.” His tongue teased the seam of her lips and desire coiled hot and tight in her belly, spilling downward to her cunt.
    “A slow learner, are you sure about that?” She opened for him, enticing him to enter her mouth so her lips could clamp down on his tongue and with a suck, gain the instant reward of feeling him harden against her stomach.
    Hands speared into her hair on a moan, his fingers tangling there as her own combed through the luxurious dark mat on his chest and found a tiny male nipple. A brush of fingertips against it, the tug and twist of possession had his mouth leaving hers to say, “We’ll make this work, Etaín. No regrets.”
    No regrets . She wanted it to