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I crawled over the clothes and the movement of the grass underneath until I was in front of Holly. His gaze did not even pretend to look away from my breasts. It didn’t bother me. We were naked, and I wanted them to want me.

I rose, coming off of all fours, letting his gaze stay on the heavy roundness of my breasts. “I think you look amazing.”

He looked at my face then, and there was anger in the crimson of his eyes. I hesitated in the midst of the kiss I’d been seeking, not understanding the anger.

“Good enough to fuck, but not to be seen in public with,” he said.

I leaned back on my heels. “I don’t understand.”

Ash sat up, one knee bent, the other leg out straight so he framed his swell nicely. Neither of them had anything to be ashamed of in that area. I had trouble raising my gaze from between his legs to his face.

He laughed, and it was that masculine sound, pleased and sure of itself. “You’re not the first sidhe woman to want to sample forbidden fruit.”

“You’ve said that I was.”

“In public,” he said. “In front of the other goblins, yes. If a goblin lays with a sidhe, then they must show marks of violence. To do less in our kingdom is to be seen as weak. To be seen as weak is to invite challengers. We are already half sidhe, Meredith. If the goblins knew we could take our sex gentle and enjoy it, we would be challenged until even we were killed.”

Holly traced my shoulder with the edge of his hand. “Gentleness has no reward for goblins, only punishment.”

I glanced at Holly, then back to Ash as he said, “We have lived by that rule. We have punished others who were gentle. Your own pet goblin, Kitto, suffered at our hands.”

“Did you enjoy his suffering?” I asked.

He smiled. “No one but you would ask that, blunt as a goblin, with that pretty sidhe face.”

“Human too,” I said.

He nodded, but reached out to touch my cheek. “And brownie in there somewhere, though it does not show.”

I looked away from his face, out into the night. “My cousin, Cair, hated her brownie looks enough to kill our grandmother in a bid for power.”

“We heard you hunted her down with the wild hunt. Named her kinslayer.”

I nodded. “Yes.”

Holly wrapped his arms around me, all that scarred muscled strength so gentle. He held me, and whispered in my hair, “When we are alone we can say how terrible for you. That we’re sorry for the loss of your grandmother.”

Ash moved closer to us, moving my face with his fingers so he’d be sure of my gaze being on his face. “But in the world, in front of anyone, Meredith, and I mean anyone else, we are goblins. We will have to behave as goblins.”

“I understand,” I said.

“The other is not an act, Meredith. It is us, too.”

Holly pressed his face into my hair. “You smell clean and sweet, like everything good. Good enough to eat.”

I tensed a little in his arms. “Goblins would mean that as a threat.”

“Never be fooled, Meredith,” Ash said. “We are goblins, but we are also ourselves.” He frowned at his brother.

“I’m a little more goblin than my brother,” Holly said.

“If you were sidhe, I’d say that you don’t get to give me oral sex, but I know the goblins see giving oral sex as an insult. I can perform on you, but you won’t perform on me.”

“True,” Holly said, “but my brother’s a pervert.”

It took me a second to understand, and it made me smile. Ash actually looked embarrassed. “There’s no one to see, no one to tell,” he said. “I can do what I want.”

I spoke from the circle of his brother’s arms. “And what do you want?”

“I want to taste you until your pleasure makes you shine for me.”

“Then can we fuck?” Holly asked.

Ash frowned at him, but I laughed. “Yes, eventually we’ll fuck.”

“I’d rather make love,” Ash said, and there was a longing in his face that I never thought to see. A longing for things he didn’t get a chance to do much. There was almost no privacy in goblin society for sex. To hide away meant you were embarrassed, or bad at it in some way.

I leaned toward Ash. Holly