by Skye, Sariah
“Hey what is—” Xander asked, but his words were quickly cut off by a throat-clearing cough.
My eyes flew open to see Mathias’ crimson-rimmed irises gazing into mine. I broke the kiss and glanced at Xander sheepishly, my pulse racing and the heat still building deep inside. Xander flashed me a sideways smirk.
“I, uh, ahem,” Mathias began, skirting his fingers over my cheek once before pulling away, “will start the watch.” He seemed to pull himself away with tremendous effort, plopping himself against the wall and sliding down until he was flat on his ass. His jaw was clenched, lips thin, and fists balled at his side which could mean one of two things: one, he was pissed, or two he was horny and confused his feral strength as rage, and the tightening of his body was him gaining control. I swallowed thickly, my brain and body becoming just too confused.
I’d been sharing close quarters often lately, and I joked about having all of them at the same time. I didn’t know how it was possible or even if it were but damn my imagination had been having a nice time figuring out scenarios. Some of them involved Trystan standing off to the side watching, knowing that he couldn’t be with me with the others’ smells on me because of his eagle-senses. He said he wanted to, maybe. Mathias on me, and Bash and Xander with each other…their black and blond haired heads mashed together in a deep, throaty kiss, their muscled bodies pressed against each other… that was a long shot. But Mathias and I were right by them and Trystan nearby with his hands down his pants. I nearly whimpered at the thought. Or Bash and Xander on me, and the other two standing by, watching.
“Avie? What’s wrong?” Bash had sat up, hearing me and I glanced between him and Xander sheepishly. I couldn’t stop the flush from on my neck reaching my face, or rein in my racing heart or stop myself from panting.
“Um…” I said, my voice barely a squeak. My breath hitched as Xander groaned lightly, trying to shift and find himself more comfortable on the exceedingly uncomfortable bed, he inadvertently brushed against Bash and my mind went to sinful places.
“Seriously what is it?” Xander asked with concern, exchanging a look with Bash.
“I… don’t know.” I didn’t know how to explain that suddenly, in the wake of Mathias’ kiss, Trystan’s head in my lap, my fingers in his hair and the two of them so near each other was suddenly sending me to distraction. I forgot about the fact that I was in a cramped, dirty room, about to ensue in a war with armies and fighting.
“Geez, you’re shaking,” Xander observed. He and Bash frowned at each other and slid forward, until they were both flush on either side of me. I bit my lip, trying to choke back the insatiable lust that was continuing to heat my nerves and tremble me. I could scent both of them: Xander’s fresh scent of ozone and summer rain, and Bash’s unique scent of linen and sandalwood, as well as musky earth and wind that could only belong to Trystan, who I noticed was snoozing peacefully, his head still in my lap. “Are you afraid of something?”
“N-no,” I stammered, which was true. My gaze kept darting between them and they both looked confused, as my chest fell and rose quickly. My breasts had become heavy with desire, and I felt the nipples under my shirt peak. Xander noticed clearly, his gaze tracked mine.
“I know what’s wrong…” he said softly, leaning forward to slide a hand under my cheek. My gaze was tipped upward to meet his, and I was met with a sexy, sly grin and his black eyes slowly dilating, and shading with just a hint of crimson. “I think you do too, Bash, if you look really carefully.”
“Hmm… yeah I think you’re right,” Bash agreed, as he set a hand on my shoulder, and he dragged his fingers down my chest, resting just to the side of one of my breasts. My eyes fluttered shut, wishing he would just grab one of them and give them the attention they were desiring. That I was desiring.
“We can’t do anything though,” Xander replied, his seductive smile turning into a protesting pout. “The other two are here.”
“But… isn’t that was Avie has wanted?” Bash asked innocently. The two of them grinned and turned to me, like they were waiting an answer.
“What?” I asked, in a squeak. They couldn’t be serious. They’d sworn this would never happen… even just five minutes ago.
“Well if nothing else, she can have us, right?” Bash’s steel-eyes landed on my lips and he raked the tip of his tongue across his upper lip as his mouth twisted into a slow, flirty smile.
“I think that could work,” Xander said, winking at me, distracting me long enough from Bash that I didn’t notice when his hand flew into my hair and he pulled me tightly into him, crashing his mouth into mine in a hungry, needy kiss. I sighed quietly into his mouth, and the vibration of it seemed to charge Bash even more. He deepened the kiss, his tongue diving in and tangling with mine as I felt a hand on the side of my neck, brushing aside my hair.
“Yeah, I think this will work nicely,” Xander crooned, and I felt his warm lips against the pulse point of my neck while Bash continued to master my lips. Holy fucking shit… Feeling the two of them pressed up against me was fogging my mind and confounding the senses.
“What the—” A Scottish accent inquired, and I broke away from Bash’s mouth to glance at Trystan. He’d apparently woken up and he slowly rose to a sitting position, but his eyes didn’t track away from the three of us. He swallowed and held a breath, closing his eyes for a moment. When they opened his green eyes were shaded with crimson along the edges, and he moved back slowly. “I’ll, uh, just…”
I reached out to grab his hand; I just needed to feel him nearby, even if he didn’t want to be part of this. Just knowing he was here made all the difference.
“You okay?” Xander asked huskily, while Bash slid a hand up my shirt, palming one of the heavy mounds he found there. Their two gazes on me were scalding with lustful heat, and I nearly combusted under the weight of them both.
“Fine,” I finally managed to speak, my voice barely above a throaty whisper. Between the blood rushing in my ears and my heart slamming into my chest I could barely remember to breathe, let alone speak.
“Good.” Bash moved aside slightly and allowed Xander in. He threaded his hand at the base of my hair and tugged gently, urging me closer as he leaned in and caught my lower lip between his teeth and tugged gently. Fireworks began shooting off under my eyes and explosions pulsed between my legs. My panties were near about soaked through, and I was positive they could all smell the sex and lust falling off me in waves. After all, they were incubi, that’s what they were tuned in for, and I was a priestess with Avalon magic. Sex was literally my thing, made clear by how my thighs trembled and the heat of lust washed over me like a blanket, stealing my breath and spinning my vision. I let out an involuntary moan, and heard Trystan swear in Gaelic behind me. All the while Xander’s hot gaze never left mine, and Bash’s strong arm had wrapped around me and slid down the back of my pants, tightly grabbing my ass. I let out a little yelp, grinning at him coyly. But my eyes were tracked away from Xander, and he growled quietly. His grip at the back of my head tightened gently, urging my eyes back to his. “What do you want, Ava? You want us both to kiss you?” He asked in a deep throaty tone. I looked between them both with their sexed-up eyes and sexy smirks and the obvious bulges in both their pants and knew they wanted this as badly as I did. I couldn’t speak for Mathias or Trystan but I knew without a doubt yes, I wanted them both to kiss me.
“Yes,” I barely breathed and Xander grinned coyly. He leaned over me until his upper body was nearly over mine and part of Bash’s and he kissed me furiously. My eyes rolled back into my head and I relaxed into his hands, and Bash’s, nearly coming undone as Bash slid back slightly, his hand still down the back of my pants massaging masterfully, the other hand sliding up my torso, dragging along my shirt with it. His lips followed his hand as he trailed a series of kisses, lips and nips up my stomach and around my belly button.
“Shit… oh shit…” I muttered, and pretty soon it became a competition between the two of them: who cou
ld get me to swear the loudest or moan the hardest. It was hard to tell who won, when Xander deftly pulled off my top and tossed it away, and Bash reached around and unhooked my bra, tossing it aside. One of them took a breast in his mouth and sucked in gently, his tongue swirling around the peaked flesh, sending electric shocks down my spine that rocked my core and had my hips bucking. That was Xander, I thought. Bash, a hand still down the back of my pants slid that hand forward and sought the wet heat in front, crashing our mouths together, spearing his tongue in and swirling it with mine until I moaned so loudly, I was pretty sure the entire tavern heard it. And I didn’t care.
“Do you like this, dearest one?” Xander asked, with a hand on my cheek, turning my head and forcing me away from Bash. His eyes and mouth were playful, and one of his hands rested on his jeans, just over his hard cock constrained by the denim. I knew he was having a hard time with this as well.
“Yes. Shit yes, oh my god…” I answered, my voice raspy.
“Good. That’s good. Just let us take you away from here, baby,” Bash crooned, angling my head towards him. From the corner of my eye I could see Trystan at the foot of the bed, his eyes wide and lower lip caught between his teeth. I heard the unzipping of jeans and knew that Trystan had just palmed his dick, searching for friction and relief. I couldn’t see what Mathias was doing, but I could hear his heavy breathing across the room. He was watching and aware but pretending not to be.
“Yeah, let us…” Xander said, matching his breathy tone and lowering himself to seek out a breast with his hot mouth. My head rolled on my shoulders as he licked and sucked, and Bash leaned in and kissed the side of my neck.
My body was literally a fireball of lust, so feverish I felt delirious. I wasn’t sure why, suddenly, it was so much all of a sudden. Perhaps it was just my anxiety reaching out for a crutch. Maybe it was because I feared losing them so much, I needed reassurance.
Or perhaps I just really, really was a gigantic hornball, much like Rhys.
Not even the thought of the crazy wizard quelled my desire, as Bash’s lips skated softly over my collarbone, over my breasts, seeking out one of my nipples with his delectable mouth as Xander moved aside, trailing his hot fingertips over my shoulders, brushing my hair down my back. Bash swirled his tongue around the nipple teasingly, while looking up at me with his gorgeous, crimson-rimmed steel eyes, and my breath staggered. I clutched on the hardest thing I could find to keep me upright; Xander’s forearm as it was wrapped around my shoulders.
“Shit… shit shit shit…” From behind me I heard Xander laugh tauntingly, Trystan gave a little groan, and Mathias—still pretending to be completely impervious—grunted very quietly. I was pretty sure they were as bothered as I was.
And good.
Finally I caught a glimpse of Mathias; he stood against the wall nearly motionless. His eyes were deep red, and besides his heaving chest he didn’t stir. Until Xander released my nipple and crawled up my body, seeking my lips with his playful, coy smile.
I heard a low, feral growl. In a stride and a half Mathias crossed the room while pulling his shirt off over his head and throwing it aside, exposing the expanse of his broad, muscular chest. He glared down at the two of them quickly and they removed their lips from me, but not their hands.
Mathias’ huge hands slid under my chin and he urged me upwards, pulling me to my knees as he lowered himself. My peaked breasts brushed against his molten skin while he claimed me with an adamant kiss. Immediately I felt my skin flame hotter; Mathias wasn’t territorial normally, nor was he okay with the term of being the alpha guy—but now? He was certainly playing the part as he captured my mouth in his, tangling his tongue with mine and pulling out a low, rumbling moan from deep inside me. My hands flew around him and my fingers pressed roughly against the taut muscle of his back and he tensed, breaking the kiss only long enough to moan himself.
“Goddamn…” I heard Trystan mutter behind us. The five of us were a shaking mess of desperate lust; it was practically dripping off the walls. We exchanged looks with one another, panting heavily, almost as if gauging the levity of what was about to happen.
“Fuck it,” Mathias muttered, and he released me long enough to start unbuttoning his own pants. “I don’t care how this happens, it’s happening.”
Bash and Xander wore equally sexually charged looks of their own, and with heavy breaths, rapidly rising and falling chests, the five of us regarded each other with a certain nervous anticipation. Whatever this was, it was about to be huge. The bizarre thing is I didn’t know quite where it came from… but it didn’t matter.
Chapter Thirty-Nine
“So..” I said, my voice barely audible through my strangled breath, caught in my throat. “How does this work?”
Mathias’ gaze flicked over to Bash, and then Xander. He nodded to them with a sort of silent understanding, and slowly crawled back off the bed. His hand grazed over my cheek, before resting under my chin, pulling my gaze up to meet his own charged one. He smiled playfully before leaning in and brushing his lips over mine in a teasing kiss, leaving me whimpering when he stepped back, and away. “Since those two are the masters of this multiple, uh…fuckery… I’ll let them.”
“What about Trystan?” I asked, gazing over my shoulder.
“I’m fine here,” He barely uttered. “I’ll just…” his words turned into a garble when he relaxed against the wall, taking his length in his own hand and stroking. I swallowed thickly, the sight of him in the throes of lust and passion, unable to contain himself made me breathless.
“See? He’s fine. So…” With Mathias relenting, and aside for the time being, stepping back along the wall. I instantly missed his warm body but not for long, as Bash and Xander formed themselves around me again. “I’ll just be watching the show,” Mathias said, biting a coy smile, leaning. My gaze landed on the enormous erection, tenting his pants but he made no move to touch, or relieve it; obviously determined to torture himself.
“Do you trust us, Avie?” Xander crooned, leaning into my neck and licking a path up to my ear. I nodded vigorously.
“You sure? This might seem… strange to you but we’ve done it before, and it always ends up… well?” Bash asked, chuckling with a brief blush over his cheeks as he reached around, rubbing the back of his neck.
My eyes widened. “You’re not going in the exit, are you? That’s just—” I protested, immediately horrified.
“—no, you’re not ready for that. You can’t just dive in there, promise,” Bash said, with a sly grin, as his hand fell to my lap, and he teasingly brushed his fingers over my pussy. I sucked in a breath, rocking my hips gently, needing the friction. “I promise if I did it, it would feel good. But just not yet. What we’re talking about is…” he bent his finger in a crooked motion, beckoning me to tip my head. Xander’s fingers tangled in my hair, pulling very lightly and I cried out as a pulse of desire shot through my veins, giving Bash the opportunity to speak in my ear, whispering just exactly what he was going to do.
I let out a nervous giggle, though the idea was… intriguing as hell, and at the mere thought of being filled by both of them, at the same time, in the same place had me shaking, and my fingers digging into Bash’s thigh.
“And,” I started, laughing awkwardly. “You’ve done this before? It’s not weird for you?”
“Not anymore,” Bash replied, nipping at the side of my neck, licking a path down to my collarbone. I let out a pleading whimper, wishing for more—so much more. “Basically it just feels really tight, and that’s… nice.” To emphasize his point, his finger slid inside me as he released a low, husky chuckle. I rocked my hips upward, desiring more friction but much to my chagrin, he pulled out. I sulked in protest.
“Yes, dearest. It was a good way to get energy fast, and you know, not—” Xander began, but I held up a finger, shushing him.
“Don’t want to hear about it, just do it,” I commanded impatiently. He and Bash exchanged smirks as Xander shifted around o
n the bed until he faced me, and Bash moved aside. I knew he was behind me, but it was hard to tell, because Xander took my face in his hands, gave me his trademark, sideways grin after licking his lips gently, his dark-rimmed eyes intent on my mouth.
“You sure, dearest?” He asked carefully, though it was more of a taunt than anything.
“For the love of the gods just do it,” Mathias scolded irritably, and I snickered, shaking my head. I didn’t have much time to be amused, because Xander eagerly found my lips, mastering them with an intense kiss, spearing his tongue inside as he swallowed my moan. I felt hands roaming all over me as my eyes fluttered shut. The sights of four gorgeous men surrounding me, the scents of all of them and the palpable energy that coursed through the small room was enough to send my mind in a fevered, delirious high. I didn’t quite know how everything happened, I just know I completely was lost, totally consumed in the four men around me.
Xander had stripped down, his large cock hard and ready, and lay back on the rough bed, not much caring that it was not comfortable, and he drew me into his lap, leaving his hands firm on my hips. I panted strained, eager breaths, feeling his hardness along my inner thigh, and I shifted until I felt the head of his dick against my opening. I heard swear words around me, but couldn’t make them out, felt hands rubbing over my breasts, caressing nipples and kisses on my neck and shoulders—I knew they were Bash’s. Everything was drowned out by my uncontrollable lust, the palpitating electric energy between us. It felt like I was trapped under an umbrella of desire, with no hope of getting out.
And who the hell would want to?
“That’s it, dearest… just let go…” Xander encouraged, his voice husky and low as my eyes fluttered heavily shut at his request, losing myself in the sensation of being stretched full. I could feel Bash’s restrained cock against the zipper of his jeans as he ground against my asscheck, his hands roamed over my thighs, encouraging me to rock my hips, letting Xander sink deeper inside of me until I was full to the brim. I was overcome with tension, my hands flying around his shoulders and digging into his flesh. Xander groaned, sitting up gently, his hands carefully under my arms, urging me forward. “Are you ready for this? You’re sure?”