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from her mind, replaced by thoughts of Rylan or Kier touching her. Or, better yet, both men touching her at the same time.
    Kier turned to look at them, lust burning brightly in his dark eyes. His heated gaze followed the motion of his brother’s fingers as Rylan woke the need within her. Kier moved closer, looking mesmerized by the sight of his brother’s hand on her body. His broad chest skimmed her breasts, effectively trapping her between them as he leaned forward and brushed kisses along her jaw line.
    She shouldn’t be giving in to this. She should be fighting to get away.  Rylan had said that their king wanted to have a discussion with her, but in her experience, ‘discussion’ was nothing more than a euphemism for an order. The last thing she needed was to end up with another king who planned to use her for his own ends. Besides, who knew when Dahire and his men would be back? Whether she stayed with Kier and Rylan or not, they needed to leave this place. And she was fairly certain the iron in her pocket was preventing her from crossing the border into Faery, but she wasn’t willing to let it go. It was one of her few weapons against Dahire.
    “I need to leave,” she whispered, pulling Rylan’s hand from her mouth.
    “You need to stay,” Kier murmured against the side of her neck. “You need to stay with us.”
    “I thought you wanted to bring me to your king,” she breathed as he nipped the soft flesh with his teeth.
    “We want to keep you safe.” Rylan punctuated his words with open-mouthed kisses along the sensitive curve of her wing. “We can do that more efficiently from within the court.”
    She closed her eyes at the onslaught of sensation and tried to focus on her argument. “I’m Seelie. You’re…not. Why do you even care?”
    Kier frowned. “You can’t tell me that you didn’t feel the connection between us the moment we touched. Even through your fear, you sensed that there was more between us than hunter and prey.”
    The rough timbre of his voice slid unapologetically down her spine to throb in her womb. Though her instinct was to deny it—to deny them—she couldn’t. She’d felt something in them that defied definition. It defied explanation. She was drawn to them in a way that she’d never been drawn to anyone else. Part of her wanted to believe it was the rush of fear and excitement, but part of her wanted to believe it was something more. And another, rather large part of her wanted to stop analyzing everything and simply experience this moment with them.
    Kier cupped her face and tilted her head back, capturing her mouth with his own. Her lips parted on a gasp, and he wasted no time delving inside to taste her. A whimper escaped her as he pressed himself fully to her body. She barely had a moment to register the fact that there were two, hard cocks pushing insistently against her when Kier suddenly pulled back.
    Tama forced her leaden eyelids open to see him clutching his thigh. “What—?”
    His eyes narrowed, and he dropped to his knees before her. Rough hands tugged at the button and zipper closure of her jeans. With a sinking feeling, she knew he’d discovered her only protection against other Sidhe.
    “What is it?” he demanded, yanking ineffectually at her clothing. Finally, his hand caught on her pocket and the fabric gave way with a loud tear that seemed to echo endlessly in the quiet of the night. The woolen bundle fell to the ground, and the iron key bounced gracelessly from the center of the material to stare accusingly up at her. Both men stepped back, giving the dangerous metal a wide berth.
    “You carried iron on your body?” Rylan’s expression was incredulous as he repeatedly looked between her and the offending item. “It could have killed you,” he said more softly.
    “It was the only way I could stay hidden from Dahire…and the others.”
    Kier poked at it with a stick. “It must have prevented us from crossing through the veil.
    Tama