Chapter 50.

Quinn heard the soft roar of the dragons, and chose to ignore it for the moment. His hand was applying soft loving pressure to Sarah's breast. "You are beautiful in ways no full bore Fae female would know how to be." He said.

Sarah drew a ragged breath in. "I don't know what to call you."

The Two-made-one smiled softly at her. "Call us Beloved for now."

"Beloved?" She moaned as his hand continued to tease and torture her.

'Go easy with her, she's an innocent.' Warned the inner voice.

Another darker voice chuckled. 'Take her, let her see who is master.'

Quinn sat up he unfastened his tunic and shrugged it off. His eyes never left hers as he pulled free the jabot, and tossed it aside. His Silk shirt opened down to his waits and he pulled it free of the breeches. Sarah gasped at the sight of his skin. Both his hands reached down and pulled her hands up over his shoulders. "Cling to me, sweetheart." He murmured in her ear. His hands began to unfasten the long laces of her gown. He heard her gasp again as her gown opened. "I want to see you; I want you to see me."

Sarah whispered in his ear. "I've never done this…before."

"We know." He assured her. "This moment is ours and ours alone."

She hesitated. "Ours? Just the three of us?"

Quinn felt the change the merge the body that would be left. "Two-made-one and their beloved." He said softly. Sarah looked into the face. The eyes were mismatched but heavenly to her. The face held the beauty that was both brothers, both sides of the shattered soul. Shyly she lowered her arms, allowing the bodice to fall away from her. His fingertips traced the corset top and began to pull the busk fastenings free. "We want you."

"I want you." She replied as she shivered beneath the gentle touch.

He looked at the revealed youthful breasts as the corset fell away. "I could have removed all barriers with but a wave of my hand." He said taking stock of her. "This is much better. You are a beauty, Sarah." He tipped her face up to his. "Do I.. WE…Do WE please you as well."

"Yes." She blushed crimson. "very much."

"Touch us." He coaxed soothingly. He lifted her hand from where it had fallen into her lap. "Touch us." Sarah placed her hand over his heart. Her lips parted in the wonder of his smooth skin. He guided her hands in their exploration of his torso. Then explored her with an experts touch. More than once he was rewarded with a shiver, and a throaty gasp. Leaning back on the stair he pulled her to him. Skin to skin, heart to heart, his mouth moved over hers and coxed it to open to him. His tongue slid in, and as the kiss deepened he became aware of the dark command in the back of his head.

'Take her now, why wait?'

Quinn deepened the kiss even more, feeling her pant and moan into his throat. Her body melded to his, as he caressed her with an intimacy she'd never known.

'She is willing, she is yours. Take the wench and have done with it.' The voice urged. 'She has fired the desire, take her.'

Quinn moaned into her mouth. "I burn."

Sarah opened her eyes. "I don't understand."

Long elegant fingers guided her hand, bringing it to rest on his heat. "I burn."

Sarah froze.

The fear she felt penetrated his mind, past the animal lusts and the dark commands. He drew her hand away, placed it over his shoulder and slowed his breathing. "Give me a moment." He whispered as he calmed his desires. When he was more in control he looked at her fearful face. "I frightened you?"

Sarah let her eyes drift downward. "You could say that."

"You do know that I will not be put off when our wedding night comes." He said softly. She nodded, and he looked at her. "You do know what a man…" he cleared his throat. "What a man looks like, don't you?"

Sarah turned so her face was away from his. "No." She covered her face with her hands. "I know what a baby looks like…but a man…no."

Turning her to face him again, he pried her fingers back from her eyes. "Same thing, just bigger." He teased.

Sarah moaned and buried her face in his chest. "You must think me a ninny."

"I think you're delightful." He said "WE think you're a treasure." He looked at her worried face. "What? What is it that worries you?"

"You…both of you…neither of you..Is innocent. You've had…other …women." She stumbled over her fear. "I worry that I won't…please you."

Quinn kissed her eyes. "Sarah Williams…" he admonished gently. "Neither side of the Shattered Soul ever once was tempted to bond with any female until you entered our lives. With you it will be more than just carnal pleasure….it will be undying love. Forever…" He heard his brother's word and spoke them with a smile. "Not long at all."

Sarah still not convinced warned. "I've seen some of the Fae women….I'm not as…well endowed."

Quinn cupped her breasts. "The French have a saying my dear." He teased. "Anything over a champagne glass is wasted." His fingertips found her hardening peaks and he pinched them softly. "You are more than enough for us. Let me show you." He began to kiss her throat, and worked his way down. As he flicked his tongue against the rosy peak she yelped and startled. He snickered. "I haven't done anything yet."

"Don't." She begged. "I don't think I can handle more…not just now."

He drew back. "We won't stop even if you bed on our wedding night."

"Deal." She said pulling her gown up to cover herself.

Her maidenly modesty made him laugh. "You know I can look at you naked anytime I wish in a crystal, don't you?"

"Crystal!" she shouted. "Blast it all, Quinn! That's why I came looking for you." She forgot the gown and it fell away again. "I saw something in a crystal."

Quinn looked at her breasts, "What did you see?" His mind was on what she would taste like.

Sarah gripped his shoulders and shook him. "Pay attention to what I'm saying, not what I'm not wearing!"

"What?" Quinn looked into her eyes.

"I drew a crystal the way you taught me to…and I asked it to reveal to me the source of the ballad…Quinn…I saw a dragon that looked like Angus…and he was seated on a throne…A Crystal throne."

Lust and desire melted away, mismatched eyes focused. "Are you sure?"

"God as my witness." She raised a hand.

"That game playing lizard!" muttered Quinn as he stood up. "Oh this time he's going to answer to me…or…I will turn him into luggage." He began to walk toward an arch. "Come on, Sarah we need to confront that over grown chameleon."

"Quinn!" Sarah sat on the stair calling him back.

Irritated the Fae turned. "What now?"

She motioned their state of undress. "I think we'd make a better impression if we were fully attired….Don't you?"

Quinn curled his lip, place a crooked finger over it and the other hand under his elbow. "Oh I don't know. I think that dirty old dragon would enjoy an eyeful of Lady Sarah. However." He moved his hand and their garments were once more as they had been. "I prefer that your naked beauty be for US alone." He held his hand out to her.

Sarah made sure everything was where it should be then stood up and accepted the extended hand. "Let's go see if we can coax him out of the Wyrn."