comforting arm around her. “Hell no! He’s going to need a woman tonight, despite his protests. More importantly he’s going to need you .”
Frowning she shrugged off his arm. “Why do you say that?”
“A small gift from Bilé will assure that he’ll be quite ready to jump your bones, so to speak.” He flashed her a set of blinding white teeth. “ Cantharis has been known to work wonders on human men. Imagine what it will do to someone like me or my brother?” Releasing her, he bounded up the porch steps. He threw a shit-eating grin over his shoulder. “I’d say you’re going to get the ride of your life. Now move your ass— I’ve got a hot woman waiting at home for me. It’s time to piss off the brother, so I can get home to her.”
Shaking her head, she trudged up the steps, holding the sheer shawl closely around her dress. She hadn’t even had time to change out of her party gown.
“Knock-knock, brother!” Kennet called out in a voice so mischievous, she was ready to deck him for Flannery. The man took too much pleasure in his brother’s discomfort. Opening the door without waiting for Flannery to answer, he boldly strode into the empty front room. “ Yo , Flan! I brought you a gift!”
Stepping over the threshold, she took in the dark leather furniture in the center of the room. Set adjacent to the fireplace along one wall, two heavy wing-backed chairs were offset by an equally massive couch done in the same material. Behind the couch she saw a narrow pathway leading to a darkened hall, which she assumed led to the bedrooms. Definitely a bachelor’s pad. Nary a woman’s touch in sight.
Shutting the door behind her, she turned when she heard the muffled tread of feet. A half-naked man strode out of the hallway. Even with his shirt gone, it wasn’t Flannery’s heavily muscled chest that caught her attention and held it.
It was the dark pants he’d worn at the banquet. Undone and gaping at the waist, she could see the thick outline of his cock. But it was the exposed, glistening head nearly reaching his tattooed navel that had her breath coming fast from her throat. My gods, he’s huge. What have I gotten myself into?
A low growl accompanied a flash of lightning as Flannery crossed the room. A reciprocating boom of thunder came from Kennet . Evidently their father wasn’t the only one who could control thunder and lightning. The boys were showing off to each other, and frankly she wasn’t sure who would be the winner.
“You have two seconds to tell me what the hell you thought you were doing when you slipped ambrosia in my drink, asshole, before I make Jasmyn a widow.” Flannery’s fist shot out to gather up a handful of Kennet’s shirt. “I’ve had a fucking hard-on for the past two hours, ever since I saw that damn banshee and your stunt hasn’t helped matters…”
“Aw, poor Flan.” Kennet patted his brother’s shoulder. “No worries, I brought you the woman of your dreams—she’s even a banshee. I’m sure she’ll be able to satisfy you before the twenty-four hours are up.” He tipped his head before taking a quick glance down at his brother’s cock. “But then again judging by the size of that hard-on, the ambrosia is having a stronger interaction with the cantharis Bilé gave me than I expected. But if you’re still hard after fucking her for a couple of hours, I’d call Dr…”
“ Cantharis! You actually added Spanish Fly to my wine?” Flannery’s voice boomed through the room.
Braelyn gasped when Flannery drew his free arm back. Kennet’s head straightened up just in time to catch his brother’s fist square in the chin.
Chapter Five
“Unbelievable.” Braelyn crossed her arms over her chest as Flannery knocked his brother to his knees with a well-placed blow. What had started out as a simple ‘brother decking brother’ had evolved to a full brawl. For the second time in one night, she was subjected to a fistfight – but at least this time she
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