Free Winterland Destiny by Jaci Burton

Roarke had a magnificent body. His cock sprung forth from the thatch of hair between his legs, powerful and strong like the rest of him. Hard like the rest of him too. She smiled at him and his lips curled upward.
    A woman would be very lucky to have Roarke as her mate. He was a delicious male, and yet as she regarded his body, she knew he was not the one she wanted.
    The one she wanted stared at her, his gaze darkening like a threatening storm in the winter skies.

    “Undress, me, Noele,” Garick said, his voice rough with passion.
    “Gladly, my husband.” She sent the word home, emphasizing it, wanting him to realize that, like it or not, she was his now, and he would have to start thinking of her that way.
    She stood and undid the laces of his shirt, then opened her wings, fluttering to raise high enough to tug the shirt over his head. Unable to resist, she slid her palms over his skin as she lowered to the ground, her body reacting to even the slightest touch between them. Arousal poured through her, enticing her, making her legs weak, her heart pound and her throat run dry.
    As quickly as she could, she bent down and undid the button on his breeches, sighing with delight as his thick cock sprung free. She removed his breeches and boots, then stepped back to admire the two men standing naked before her.
    There were similarities between the two of them, but differences too. And not simply in their sexual organs, although one was thick and the other long. She smiled, imagining the many cocks she’d seen in her lifetime while she and her sisters had watched couples fucking in the woodland. Sexuality was open and embraced in D’Naath, not enshrouded behind private walls.
    And yet, this privacy stimulated her, enticed her, emboldened her.
    “I wish to touch both of you,” she said, her gaze on Garick. He nodded and she stepped forward, nestling her body between the two of them, nearly touching them both but not quite.
    Magical vibrations hummed between the three bodies. She reached out and trailed her fingers over two strong jaws, then slid her thumbs over their lips, loving the texture of their soft mouths. Her mind filled with delicious things their mouths could do to her body.
    Roarke’s mind was filled with the faerie queen, her body so perfect, so small and yet so powerfully sexual it was all he could do to remain composed as she touched him. He knew Garick felt the same way, except his emotions were tied into this consummation, where Roarke’s were not.
    He would perform his duty for his king and his queen, but he would not meld emotionally with this woman who clearly belonged with Garick. Their magic together was strong, stronger than anything he’d ever felt, with the exception of his moments with Solara.
    Now that…that he would not dwell on tonight. Tonight he would join with the Queen of Winterland and offer his protection for the rest of her life. And in so doing, would pleasure her, and himself, too.
    When she snaked her fingertips down his ribs and over his belly, he sucked in a shuddering breath. He longed to grab her wrist and wrap her small hand around his aching shaft. Stroking himself while watching her the other night had pleasured him greatly, but he wanted more, much more. He wanted to bury himself deep inside her dark cavern until she screamed with delight.
    This night, he would make her come. He would make this a night she would remember always, and know that some of the pleasure she felt came from her protector.
    And he would pray to all that was magical that Garick would realize the treasure standing before him, and never let her go.

    “Does my touch please you, Roarke?” she asked, bending slightly to tease the hairs around his inner thighs.
    “You know it does, my queen. I wish to feel your hand on my cock.” And hope that he didn’t explode at the first touch of her hand on him.
    Garick listened silently to the mental and verbal interchange between his bride and his friend, trying