Maeve whipped her head towards the door and her body froze. Ailill tipped his head up and shot his release into her with a roar, his wings flared wide open. "Fuck Maeve," he rasped. He was panting heavily and his eyes were closed. He looked at her to see her reaction with a broad smile playing on his lips, but found her eyes fixed at the door, her face blanched. He followed her gaze and saw Lazarus, Magnus and Yul standing there.
He pulled out, peeling his lips back with a snarl. They were busted. He summoned his magic to come forth but a dagger made of fae iron hit him straight into his shoulder. "Ahhh!" he shouted as agony lashed through him and he fell on the floor, naked. Blood oozed out of him as his skin burned where the dagger hit him. His mind went numb and he couldn't even pluck the dagger out. With the fae iron in him, he couldn't use his magic.
