by J. E. Cluney
‘You’re mine, Allison…’
He continued forward, closing the distance between us as the paralyzing fear froze me in my tracks.
No.
I was not going to become his next victim. I was not going to give him the power he sought.
I threw my hands out, screaming as I felt my power surge forth.
The wendigo flew backwards, dissipating into the darkness.
The fear faded away instantly, and the comforting sensation of my void washed over me.
“Allison!”
I blinked as everything came into focus, and I found myself kneeling on the picnic blanket beside Ollie.
He looked terrified.
“Allison, what happened?”
I turned to find Lucas standing near me, with Marcus right beside him, small wisps of steam rolling off his skin in the direct sunlight.
“He got into my void. I don’t know how, but he won’t be able to again,” I murmured, positive of that fact. I wouldn’t allow it, my banshee side wouldn’t allow it.
But how had he slipped in anyway?
I shuddered as that unsettling fear crawled under my skin once more.
“How can it do that?” Marcus snapped, turning to Lucas like he’d know the answer.
“Banshees and wendigos have some kind of supernatural connection obviously. I don’t know how it works,” Lucas growled. He was pissed the pendant he’d given me hadn’t stopped this.
“You screamed,” Ollie said, touching my shoulder and pulling my attention.
“I used my sonic scream,” I stated. “I pushed him from my void, and I know I blocked him out somehow.” I wasn’t sure how I knew, but I did.
He couldn’t return to my void again.
“Why? Why did he get into your void?” Marcus turned on me, those frosty eyes concerned.
“He knows I’m stronger now, accessing my power more. He thinks it’s the right time…” I murmured as I remembered what he’d said. “He asked me to come to him,” I said, frowning.
No. He didn’t ask.
He’d commanded.
“That’s ominous,” Ollie murmured, noting my thought of it being more than a request.
“You still feel it, don’t you?” Marcus asked, his voice low and worried.
I nodded, shivering as the unsettling sensation washed through me again.
This fear was strange, and it was lingering. Making me anxious and on edge.
And annoyed.
I sat in my bed, the MacBook on my lap as I typed up my assessment. I’d managed to pry myself away from the guys to have a shower to relax my tense muscles and retreat to my room to work on my assessment.
None of them were too happy with my desire to be alone, especially after what had happened.
I could still hear them, their worried thoughts pushing into my mind and making it hard to focus. I could feel their stress and concern. Hell, I was trying not to think about it.
The fear had died down at some point while we’d had dinner, and I was grateful it had passed.
Now I was struggling to keep my mind on track, unable to block out my guys thoughts.
I rubbed my temple, rereading the question on the screen and sighing in frustration.
This was pointless. I wasn’t going to be able to get this done.
I groaned as I leaned back against my pillows.
My phone sounded off, and I reached for it, smiling dumbly at the text.
‘He got me rainbow roses! And we’re getting Thai! He’s so thoughtful. I know he came to you though, didn’t he?’
I chuckled as I quickly shot a text back.
‘He’s smitten with you. Of course he wanted to know what would win you over ;)’
I didn’t even get a chance to put the phone down before it sounded off again.
‘He’s asked me to be his girlfriend!’
My heart squeezed in excitement and joy for her.
‘And?’
‘I said yes!’
I snickered at how we were acting like it was a marriage proposal. She’d texted me and called me some afternoons about her new interest.
‘Then why are you texting me? Enjoy your date!’
I smiled as I sent a text back.
‘I’m in the bathroom! I wanted you to know. I think he’s going to invite me to his place tonight too. So excited!’
I just shook my head.
‘Enjoy ;) Be safe. Text me if you need me.’
She sent back a smiley face and a thumbs up.
I closed my laptop, accepting defeat as I closed my eyes.
I bit my lip uneasily, before allowing myself to fall back into my void.
The strangely comforting darkness engulfed me, and I waited to see if anything would happen.
Seconds turned into minutes, and no flickering or sensations greeted me.
But I could hear my guys reaching out, their muffled voices breaking through the usual silence.
I sighed, pulling out of my void and finding Skip sitting on my bed.
“Bee Sting, you okay?” he asked gently, his hand resting on my knee.
He’d moved my laptop to the floor, and he looked worried.
My eyes moved past him to where the other three guys stood at my doorway, looking stressed.
“Guys, relax. Nothing happened,” I groaned.
“Your eyes were black?” Skip said gently, as if he was worried I was going to disappear.
Had they told him?
No. A quick reach out to the guys revealed he’d just gotten home and wanted to see what I was up to. He’d found me with black eyes and got worried. The boys came running up when they sensed my submergence into the void.
“Am I missing something?” Skip asked as he noticed the guys crowding the doorway.
“No, nothing,” I said quickly, earning me an arched eyebrow from him.
“Wendigo visited her in her void,” Lucas stated, and I shot him a look of betrayal.
‘He’s meant to be one of your mates, you can’t hide things from him,’ Lucas said mentally.
Jerk.
“How’d it get in the void?” Skip turned on me, worry flashing in those bright blue eyes.
“We’re connected supernaturally, or something,” I sighed. I’d just wanted to not have to fret about this.
‘You should be more worried about it,’ Marcus murmured.
I caught those icy eyes, and the worry I saw made my chest tighten.
They were all worried about what this meant.
I just closed my eyes, hating the thickness of the air now.
I knew he couldn’t get back in. When I’d shoved him out, I’d felt a mental block slam into place, like I was banning him from my void. My banshee was blocking him.
“We’ll leave you be,” Lucas said, noting my frustration with all of their concern.
I heard him mutter for Marcus and Ollie to leave me be, and I felt a little guilty for not allowing them to stay with me.
But their worry and stress was suffocating.
I just wanted my mind to be quiet, but I couldn’t block them out. Normally I could ignore them and their thoughts would fade away, but right now, they were projecting very strongly.
“You sure you’re okay?” Skip asked carefully.
“Truthfully? No. I’m trying not to think about what happened, focus on the fact that I’m safe. Try not to think that Mr Brady hasn’t been able to locate the wendigo,” I admitted, my throat tightening as the worry finally set in.
Great, exactly what I’d been trying to avoid.
It was coming for me. I knew that. I was doing everything I could not to freak out by it. To focus on all those who had my back, and the fact that I was not defenseless.
I’d knocked the wendigo away in my void. Banished him from it with my scream.
It was effective against him.
“It won’t get to you, I promise. We won’t let it,” Skip assured me as he squeezed my knee.
Again, promises that couldn�
�t be kept. But I didn’t say anything. He just wanted to make me feel safe.
“Thanks,” I said instead, giving him a small smile.
“Want a milo or anything?” he offered.
“Not right now, I’m tired,” I sighed. Tired was not the right word. I was trying to pin down my emotions, but I could feel them brimming to the surface.
I gritted my teeth, my throat constricting as my chest tightened.
“It’s okay,” Skip murmured, seeing the battle I was trying to hide. Somehow, he could see right through my forced smile.
I tried to maintain my smile, but it faltered as my eyes watered.
“You don’t have to pretend it’s all okay. Sometimes, it’s not. Sometimes, you need to let it out,” he murmured as he moved closer, his thumb brushing my cheek.
I stared into those understanding blue eyes, seeing how much he truly understood. He’d held the same mask too. Probably with Selena.
The tears trickled down my cheeks, and he leaned forward, pulling me into those strong, warm arms as I let it all out.
He held me as I sobbed, clinging to him.
I could feel the agony in my guys as they wanted to come to me, but Skip was here. He was comforting me.
I wouldn’t let that thing get me. I would fight it. I would continue to get stronger, to learn more about my powers, and I’d beat it.
I had to.
I shuddered as my banshee side called to me, begging for me to let her out.
I drew in a shaky breath, confused by how it was pulling at me.
No use fighting it, maybe she was going to teach me. My inner banshee, ready to guide me.
I went to slip into the void, but instead, I found my lips upon Skip’s, startling him as he stiffened.
He relaxed after a moment, his hands moving to hold my face as he kissed me tenderly.
“Now, Bee Sting, I think you need to rest,” he said when he broke away.
I just stared at him, taking in that crew cut, sandy blonde hair, those muscled arms and the high-vis singlet that dipped low enough for me to see the top of his golden chest. My eyes glided over his strong jawline, and the lightest sprinkling of stubble that had grown over the day. He shaved every morning normally, and I loved him clean shaven.
And he was giving me that gorgeously charming smile as he stared at me.
How on earth was I meant to resist that? Especially with my banshee side shoving me towards him, screaming at me to make all my worries fade away.
To claim my final mate.
“I don’t need rest,” I said, my voice low and husky as I ran a finger along his jaw. I couldn’t believe the sudden change within myself, but I knew I was letting my banshee call the shots. She knew what to do, how to make everything better.
Skip’s eyes searched mine cautiously.
“I need you,” I breathed as I dove in to claim his mouth.
And he responded, kissing me passionately as one hand moved to fist in my hair and hold me in place. He drank me up, ravishing my mouth, and I knew he was feeling the same urgent pull.
He was mine.
He was the final piece.
19
Skip got up to close my bedroom door, and I took the chance to shed my top, so that when he turned back to face me, my naked torso was illuminated by the bedside lamp faintly for him.
Those eyes dilated, and my eyes dropped to the bulge in his board shorts.
He’d been doing some work today, but I didn’t care that he hadn’t showered.
I wanted to find out what that penis was like, and I wanted him completely.
He tore off his singlet as he darted back to the bed, leaning over me and claiming my mouth as he lay me back against the pillows.
His hands trailed down my bare chest, teasing my breasts as he rolled them in his hands. His tongue explored my mouth, desperately kissing me as his hands found the hem of my pajama pants and tugged them down.
The heat was scorching down to my lady bits, making it throb with need as I dragged my hands down his chest and then around his back. I gasped in air as he broke the kiss, trailing light kisses down my neck and across my collarbone. He slowly explored, kissing my skin tenderly as his hands stroked my hips and he hooked my leg over his waist.
He slid one hand up the outside of my leg, and I was glad I’d shaved the night before.
Not that I would’ve cared that much truthfully.
It was hard not to just grind into him, but instead, I savored the way he worshipped my body with his mouth.
I moaned as he finally closed those delicious lips around my nipple, suckling and tugging on it as I clawed his back lightly.
I just wanted him to take his bloody shorts off already.
I moved my hands down his back, finding his waistband when he moved up to kiss me again.
I pulled at them, and he chuckled against my lips before helping me remove them, along with his briefs.
As soon as his length bounced free and brushed my inner thigh, I trembled in delight.
I nibbled on his lower lip as his hand moved to brush along the inside of my thigh, stroking my leg teasingly.
I just moaned and tried to move against him, but he held me down with his other hand.
“Skip,” I groaned, breaking the kiss.
“Do you want me that badly?” he rasped against my ear, kissing the spot just beneath it before leaving a trail of them down my neck.
“Yes,” I moaned, moving my hands to entwine into his hair.
He moved to tease my breasts once more, showering them with kisses and suckling the tender buds before giving them soft nips. Each time he did, he drew a soft gasp from me, my body quivering in delight.
I moaned his name, begging him mentally to have his way with me.
And miraculously, his hand finally moved from brushing my thigh to testing my wetness.
“You’re so fucking wet for me,” he groaned as he slid a finger inside my wet walls.
He moaned again, rubbing his length against my leg.
“And so tight,” he rasped.
“Please,” I whimpered when his hand made no further movement.
“Please what?” he chuckled.
“Please have me,” was the words I chose.
And when he slid another finger in and began stroking me, I knew I’d said something right.
I reached down, having to twist a little to be able to reach his length, but I trailed my fingers over it.
Yep, he was thick, and big. The biggest of the guys.
I cringed mentally, hoping they didn’t take offense to it. But upon feeling for them, I found they were enjoying my arousal, glad that my mind had been occupied by something else.
I arched up as he quickened his hand, and I struggled to wrap my hand around his length to tease him more.
I mewed and gasped in delight, feeling the orgasm building up inside me. God, how I needed a finish.
I whimpered when he withdrew his hands, but then trembled and let out a low, deep moan as he eased himself inside me. My walls stretched, and I had to adjust my position in order to take him in.
Right now, it felt like an ordinary penis, and it had looked like one too. Well, a sizable one.
“Fuck,” he moaned, his hands moving to my legs to spread me wider for him.
I dug my nails into his back as he fully sunk into me, finally filling me up fully.
And then he eased back, only to drive into me again.
I moaned at the perfect sensation, and then I felt it, the extra rubbing on my g-spot. The second head. It had grown out, and it felt goddamn amazing.
He began pounding into me softly at first, allowing me to adjust and get used to his size, but after a few moments, I was begging him to fuck me hard and fast.
And he was a man willing to oblige.
The bed rocked, thumping against the wall as he pounded into me, and I arched back wildly, unable to believe how good it felt. No magic was involved here, just pure dick.
Fantastic
dick.
I gasped and moaned, gripping the bedsheet with one hand as my climax drew near. I writhed and bucked up to meet his thrusts, desperate for my own finish.
His grunts and moans only fueled me, and then his hands slid under my ass, lifting me up to drive just that little bit deeper inside me.
I screamed.
I full-on screamed as the orgasm hit me like a train, the bliss and pleasure exploding forth as he drove into me deeply, grunting and moaning out my name as he unloaded into me.
The tendrils of darkness swept over me, engulfing me in a pleasurable cocoon.
“What is this?” Skip panted, holding himself up over me.
We were in my void.
The pair of us, riding out the waves of pleasure as our slick bodies heaved for breath.
I couldn’t answer as power surged through me, exploding inside me like fireworks.
A strange burning sensation tickled my hands, and I rolled my head to look at my left hand, seeing the small, intricate blue skull forming on my palm.
I shuddered, grinning as I felt the others join us in the void.
I knew, somehow, that they’d entered my room, finding us linked in body, both our eyes filled with the darkness of the void.
And the bond was pulling them, urging them to join us.
They’d all come to the bed, reaching out and touching me. And as soon as their hands met my skin, they were in the void with us.
Lucas climbed onto the bed, not caring that we were in the void, just the five of us and the bed.
Their hands roamed my body, mouths pressed against my bare flesh, and I reveled in the ravishing my body was getting from all angles. Over and over, they entered me, having their way with me before allowing someone else to have a turn. I sucked on one dick after the other, being flipped from missionary to doggy, to on my side to sixty-nine. So many positions, so much pleasure.
Naked bodies surrounded me, the arousing and intoxicating scent of their desire and sex encasing me, and I wasn’t sure how many hours passed of the five of us having group sex, where I was the center of it.
But finally, I lay on the bed, my leg over Marcus’ stomach as he lay on his back with me nestled into his naked side, with Ollie squished up behind me.