Alpha: An Urban Fantasy Novel (War of the Alphas Book 3) by Reine SM

Author:Reine, SM [Reine, SM]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Tags: FICTION / Fantasy / Urban
Publisher: Red Iris Books
Published: 2015-06-03T16:00:00+00:00

XI

The only person who seemed disturbed by Donne’s quick exit was Deirdre. She turned to Rylie and Marion. “Is that it?” she asked. “I drop a couple of names and he’s gone?”

“Possible revolution is worrying. Besides, we can’t negotiate yet anyway,” Rylie said. “There are rituals we have to observe first. Courtesies.”

“Like the one where Storm paws me without my consent so I can see all the naked faeries?”

“A lot like that, yes.” Marion’s whole face was bright red, but she was smiling.

A couple of seelie women peeled away from the pillows against the wall and draped themselves over Secretary Friederling. They were easily differentiated from mortal women by the shine to their hair, the glimmer in their eyes, the crystalline fragmentation of their skin—and the nudity.

Deirdre was comfortable with nudity. As a shifter, she had to be. But there was an innocence to the naked body among shapeshifters. They were nude because they had to be, not because they were angling to get down and dirty. In all her years around naked shifters, Deirdre had never seen them do anything sexual to each other.

That was not the case with the seelie.

The women plastered themselves to Friederling, stroking their shimmering fingers over his sleeves and making cooing sounds.

“The hell are you doing?” Deirdre asked.

Secretary Friederling unbuttoned the top button of his shirt. “I may look like an old politician, but even I have something the seelie want.”

“This is the ritual?” Deirdre asked. “Massages?”

“I should have warned you,” Rylie said. Marion started taking video on her cell phone. Rylie plucked it out of her hand. “You know better.”

The seelie women helped Secretary Friederling shed his shirt, fingers moving over his buttons from collar to hem, exposing miles of lean muscle. He looked like the kind of man who ate nothing but chicken breasts and kale for two meals a day and could have run from his office in the District of Columbia all the way to Los Angeles.

“Oh my,” one of the seelie women giggled, tugging the shirt off of his shoulders. The other woman opened the fly of Friederling’s slacks.

Deirdre felt her cheeks getting hot. “Um.”

Rylie put her hand over Marion’s eyes. “Are you really going to do this out here?”

He gave a low chuckle and lifted a foot so a sidhe woman could peel his shoes off. “There’s no back room in the Summer Court.”

Friederling was far from the only man exposing himself in pursuit of something sexual. Many of the seelie were now getting intimate and making love under the canopy of ivy, for all appearances unbothered by their huge audience.

It wasn’t a court. It was an orgy.

Marion tried to duck away from Rylie, but the werewolf wouldn’t let her. “I’m almost fifteen now,” Marion protested, bouncing up on her toes to see over the shorter woman’s hand. Rylie just lifted her arm higher.

“Almost.”

“Mère said it’s okay for me to deal with the seelie on their terms,” Marion said, ducking under Rylie’s hand.

The Alpha moved her fingers to keep Marion’s gaze blocked again.

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