He studied my face and then smiled. “That is good to know.”
“Rhys said the sky is clear, and it’s a beautiful California night,” Usna said.
I leaned and laid a much more gentle kiss on Mistral’s lips. “We just needed his mood to lighten; fair mood, fair weather,” I said.
“That was good and quick thinking, Merry,” Doyle said. “I would not have thought of it in time.”
“I don’t think you kissing Mistral would have had the same effect,” Usna said.
Doyle frowned at him, but Frost collapsing to the carpet made us all move toward him. He said, “I am all right, I just need to lie down,” which meant he didn’t feel well at all.
Hafwyn came through the door, and I realized that until she appeared I hadn’t known if Usna had called a doctor or called someone who could heal with magic. Healer could mean either in this house.
Doyle knelt with Frost’s head in his lap, smoothing the other man’s hair and saying, “I am so sorry, Frost.”
I held Frost’s hand and felt it tighten as Hafwyn began to explore the wounds.
“You were not in your right mind, Darkness; I know you would never hurt me.”
“Not deliberately,” Doyle said, touching Frost’s face gently.
“This is two attacks in our dreams in almost as many nights; what can we do to protect ourselves?” I asked.
Frost’s hand tightened enough that I could feel that crushing strength, and I said, “Easy, my Killing Frost, easy.” I touched his face as I said it.
He loosened his grip. “I am sorry, Merry.”
“It’s all right, it must hurt a great deal for you to react so.”
“Nay, it does not.” I realized that despite the strength in his hands in my and Doyle’s grip his face was stoic, and only the cording in his arms showed the muscles he was using to hold on and not react to the pain. I cursed myself for revealing his pain when he was covering it so well, my brave man.
I leaned down and kissed him. He gave me startled eyes as I leaned back. I couldn’t explain why I’d kissed him without compounding the mistake, so I just smiled at him and let him see how much I loved him. That made him smile even as Hafwyn’s slender fingers finished exploring the claw marks.
His body reacted to the kiss, and nude he could not hide it. He was not one of my men who enjoyed pain. Everyone’s need had grown over the months of enforced celibacy. I’d even been forbidden oral, or really any sexual contact, once the doctors told me that any orgasm might bring on premature labor. It hadn’t been worth the risk, but now that the babies were on the outside, we wouldn’t endanger them.
“I can’t have intercourse for weeks yet, but I could do oral and hand on some of you,” I said. If I’d been human it would have been too bold in the situation, but no one in that room was human.
“That is very generous of you, Princess,” Hafwyn said, “but it is not our way to offer sex without hope of pleasure in return.” She wasn’t chiding me, just stating cultural norms, as people do.
“I can orgasm from touching a man, especially oral.”
Hafwyn looked at me, head to one side like a curious bird. Both her graceful eyebrows arched at me in surprise. “Truly?”
I smiled. “Truly.”
“I’d forgotten what it meant to be a goddess of fertility.”
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“Sex is a much broader pleasure for certain goddesses.”
“I am no goddess,” I said.
She made a small gesture with her head, almost a shrug. “As my princess wills, so shall it be, but there are some humans who live because a bit of metal that once pierced your flesh touched them, and now they use those objects to heal others.”
“It is magic, yes, but it is not deity,” I said.
She averted her eyes, laying out fresh bandages. “If you say so, then of course it is true.”
“Hafwyn, seriously, there can be no talk of gods and goddesses for any of us.”
“I know that if we are worshipped in this country it is grounds for our exile as a people,” she said, still not looking at me, “but to not speak of a thing does not make it less true.”
I didn’t know what to say that, because I’d been thinking it as the soldiers that I’d healed had come back here on their leave, or when their tour of duty was up. They had come to me like a kind of pilgrimage, and those who had natural psychic abilities were growing in power, just as priests and priestesses did of old when the sidhe had been worshipped. We were ignoring it if we could, but eventually someone in the government would come to speak to us. I didn’t think they’d kick us out of the country, but they would have to do something—but what? How do you forbid people from worshipping in a country where freedom of religion is one of the rights that people believe helped found the country?
I decided to change the subject back to something more pleasant and less confusing. I kissed Frost’s hand. “I can pleasure you again, our Frost.”
“I am too injured to do you even that much good, our Merry,” Frost said, his voice holding some of the pain.
I squeezed his hand. “And I am sorry for that.”
“I am more sorry, and will wait until our Frost can join us,” Doyle said.
“No, Doyle, you do not have to wait for me.”
“I will wait for you, Frost.” Doyle made it sound very final.
“Very noble, Darkness, but will you be happy in your nobility as others take their turns first?” Mistral asked.
“Happy, no, but content to wait until Frost is healed so the three of us can be together, yes.”
“You are certain?” Mistral asked, and I was almost sure what he would ask next.
“I am,” Doyle said.
“I think Merry should begin with someone gentler than myself,” he said.
I turned around so I could see him more clearly, and let him see the surprise on my face.
He smiled. “I want you, but I want rough even with just oral and I would prefer you be with others who are less demanding first. I would not want to be accused of souring you on the whole thing by my violence.”
“You know how much I enjoy ha**ng s*x with you, Mistral.”
“I do,” and his smile widened, filling his eyes with the unclouded blue of a spring sky. “But I also know that birth is a trauma to a woman’s body, and would prefer you healed a bit more before we test if our idea of rough sex is pleasant to you.”
I nodded. “It is logical.”
“And noble of you, Mistral,” Doyle said.
“Perhaps, but it will bother me to see other men have pleasure when I could have put myself first.”
“Then it is truly noble,” Doyle said.
Mistral gave a nod that was almost a bow.
“There was a time when I would have tried to jump the queue, but Cathbodua is in my bed and that is enough for me,” Usna said.
“Then who?” Doyle asked.
“Are you not limiting your affections to the fathers of your babies now?” Hafwyn asked.
I looked at Doyle and said the truth. “Yes, for this, the fathers.”
“You won’t know for certain who the fathers are until the tests come back,” she said.
“The Goddess has shown me for Alastair and Gwenwyfar, and I think I know for Bryluen.”
“But the Goddess did not show you for certain,” Hafwyn said.
“No,” I said.
She nodded and said, “I will be able to heal much of this, but not all today.”
“How long?” I asked.
“Three to four days,” she said.
“In four days, Merry,” Doyle said.
“Four days,” Frost said.
The looks on both their faces tightened things low in my body that hadn’t been getting used for a while. It felt good, but my body let me know that Frost wasn’t the only one who was hurt. The doctors said I was healing remarkably fast, but giving birth was a trauma to the body as much as any wound, so I’d want to be careful.
“In four days, my Darkness, and my Killing Frost.”
“In four days,” Doyle said, and the heat in his eyes made me shiver happily.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
THERE WERE SO many things that needed my attention, but I left Doyle to talk to the queen about how to keep Taranis out of our dreams, then left the other fathers with the babies, and I had the first hours of being just me, just Merry, in months. Being pregnant had been what I was for so long: unescapable, wonderful, terrifying, physically overwhelming. The fact that I was pregnant was the first thing people saw about me, thought about me, and during the second half of the pregnancy it was all I thought about myself. Trapped under the weight of triplets, I had been unable to even get out of bed if I was on my back, though lying on my back hadn’t really been an option at the very end; it was like being crushed. So I’d slept on pillows, sitting up, which meant I had slept badly, and been exhausted, and … I loved the babies, but I was so glad to have them in our arms instead of being forever pregnant.