The Shadow Kingdom

Chapter 23i

Isabella swims closer and sits down beside me. She is so close that I can feel her breath on my face. I have no idea what has gotten into me, but I don't pull away from her. Perhaps because we are both waterweavers, I feel the texture of her skin through the water. The liquid shrouds the two of us as though we are all that exists. Her silken hand finds its way to my cheek, and it sends a soothing tranquility through my body, ending between my thighs. "I believe you." And she kisses me.

Isabella's lips are seductively soft and agile, reshaping themselves as they touch mine. The water between us vanishes a little each time we kiss, closing the distance between us. As with Adrian, my powers have a mind of their own. Before long, her body is pressed against mine, and I allow myself to be enraptured in our small shroud. Of all the new things I've experienced since meeting Adrian, the feeling of another woman's flesh against mine is by far the most unexpected – and exciting.

All sense escapes me as I lose myself in the entanglement of our bodies. Her lips drift down to my shoulders, and then my neck, and stop just above my breasts. I subtly growl and moan at the unrelenting power that Isabella and the water have over me. A ravenous desire for more consumes me, and I seize Isabella's face, taking back control of our unyieldingly passionate lovemaking.

"I see you're making new friends." The shock of Adrian's voice frantically pulls me away from Isabella. He stands at the edge of the pool, having been watching us for god knows how long. My body bristles, and I run my hand through my hair, utterly lost for words. Adrian's lips are in a flat line, his black eyes not betraying any of his feelings.

This is maddening. I can't tell if he's angry at my infidelity or if he's aroused to see me with another woman. I glance at Isabella who seems more amused than embarrassed.

"Isabella's charms are not lost on you. She can be very alluring." Like a falcon catching sight of its prey, Adrian slowly begins to undress. "This could be fun if we let it..." And an irresistibly tempting grin spreads across the falcon's face.

Adrian saunters into the pool with a gaze of predatory intent. Before I can even regain my bearings, his tongue is inside my mouth, and we carry on where Isabella and I had just left off. My mind is flooded with questions of how to escape this situation... Or whether I even want to escape.

Isabella swims behind Adrian and gently strokes her crown prince's shoulders. Her hands glide down his scapulae and around to his hips. Her head disappears under the water, and Adrian lets out an intense groan. Whatever she's doing, it's driving him wild. Isabella resurfaces, and Adrian turns his face to the side in order to kiss her. That pane of jealousy I would have once felt has all but vanished. Tonight isn't about Adrian and her or Adrian and me; it is about all three of us.

He lifts me up by my rear thighs, and my legs instinctively encircle his waist. "Don't be gentle this time," my command has the authority of a Siren. His lips glide their way over my neck, and I hold onto him so strongly that our bodies adhere together as one. I rise and fall in perfect synchrony with Adrian, matching his rhythm with my own. Out of Adrian's innumerable talents, perhaps superhuman stud is one among them.

Being a waterweaver means that I can literally feel the rate of my blood flow, and it surges each time that Adrian pulsates inside me. "Don't stop, my love. Please, don't stop!" I beg him with the ferocity of a lioness in heat – wild, insatiable, and burning with desire. I shut my eyes tightly and bite my lip to the point of pain in order to brace myself for my inevitable release. Two tidal waves of pleasure wash over me, and it is not until the third that Adrian finally joins me.

Adrian releases me, and my knees buckle, hitting the bottom of the pool with my head barely above water. My body is so depleted that I could drift asleep right here and not wake for hours. Adrian is also drained but not for long. His gaze meets Isabella's, and she knows it's her turn.

With my arms around his waist, I pull Adrian backwards toward the steps, and he sits down in between my legs. I run my hands down his back, and for the first time, I get to admire his magnificent tattoo. It's the kind of thing you would expect to see on a Chinese crime lord, which I suppose, is appropriate.

My fingers tantalize his chest and stomach while Isabella's lips devour his. Even just watching the two of them together is enough to make me want more. Gradually, she moves down his body from thorax, to abdomen, to what lies beneath. Isabella flaunts her ability to breathe underwater, and Adrian tilts his head back so that his cheek is touching mine. As his panting become faster and stronger, my finger runs across his neck, and I whisper, "Happy birthday."