Bloodwood Academy Shifter: Semester Four (Bloodwood Year One Book 4)

by Rae Foxx

  "Let her shit in peace," Evan's voice came right after, followed by something that was close to a bark from his brother and a sound of feet and grunting that I had quickly learned to decipher as they were wrestling.

  "I just want to make sure she's okay..." Owen grunted, the sound cut off by more wrestling and something that was close to a mew.

  Silly cats.

  "I'm fine!" I yelled as I cut across the worn floor to the hotel we had taken up residence in after the destruction of our school two days ago, and swung the door open with a squeak that pulled their attention.

  Sure enough, Owen had Evan in a headlock. Evan’s leg already swept wide in an attempt to take his brother down to the gross carpet and probably slap each other until someone cried mercy. Or whatever it was they did. I still hadn't figured that out.

  "You guys want some grease with that wrestle? I could use some entertainment." I smirked at my own joke and instantly regretted it. Images rammed inside my mind as I imagined other things ramming in other places, the thought joined with the thought of them wrestling, sliding skin against skin.

  Skin against my skin.

  I swallowed and bit my bottom lip, but the guys stepped away from each other and stood at attention. Okay, so I would have to log that fantasy away seeing as I clearly wasn't going to get them to oblige me.

  "A girl can dream," I sighed mostly to myself as I slipped past the stunned twins and flopped myself onto the full-sized bed I had claimed as my own. Evan let out an awkward chuckle as Owen practically ran into the bathroom, yelling something about his turn to take a shit.

  Weird thing about living with guys… they talk about their poop and their farts... a lot.

  I wondered if Ivy ever had that problem... probably not, her guys were all prim and proper and even gave her the book--

  Oh fuck! The book!

  I sat straight up; eyes wide as I stared at the door to the bathroom that Owen had locked himself in. The bathroom that I had left the book in, face down, all of those beautiful leather cocks on the cover pointing at the ceiling and not wrapped in a towel and tucked under the sink as it had been since we got here.

  Evan was oblivious to my panic. The guy had already grabbed a handheld video game and sunk into the one large chair that the room had to offer. The tings and pings from the racing game served as a haunted backdrop to the sighs and grunts of Owen in the bathroom until they were interrupted by a very loud sigh and a...

  "What the fuck?" Not the normal sounds to come from a bathroom. "What the fucking Fae cocks?"

  Okay, so he had found the book.

  Evan looked up at his brother’s outburst, both of us staring at the door, albeit for different reasons. Each second that ticked by burrowed into my belly in a panic until the door was thrown open and Owen emerged from the bathroom, leather book in hand, the pages opened to the exact diagram I had been looking at.

  One girl, being beautifully filled by two cocks.

  "What the fuck... what is...?" Owen asked with a wide smile as I turned a disastrous shade of red. "Where did you get this?"

  "Technically, I got it from Ivy," I answered without hesitation, even though my mind was swirling at an inordinate rate. "But she got it from a vampire who, if I had to guess, got it from the library at Bloodwood."

  "Ha! Makes sense. That place was always an orgy." Owen gave a humorless laugh as he turned the pages of the book, his eyes widening at each image, the front of his pants beginning to strain.

  I had to fight the urge to bite my lower lip and spread my legs like some kind of welcome card, but I couldn't look away from his growing erection either. I had seen him naked enough in pack meetings that I knew what was under there, which really did not help the fueling of the fantasies that the book gave me.

  Keep yourself under control, Scarlet.

  "Orgies?” Evan asked, jumping up from the chair to join his brother. Of course that was what would get his attention, I don't think he had expected the contents of the book, however. His eyes widened at the image of whatever the two were looking at, his pants straining almost instantly.

  God damn it. Every moment since Ivy had revealed the book and her men I had been a bit jealous. Maybe of the fucking, maybe of the men. I knew I wanted it, and I knew who I wanted it with. I had been in love with the twins for years, but up until a few weeks ago it had never been a possibility.

  Now they stood before me, erections growing, staring at a book that told them exactly what to do... exactly what I wanted.

  It's not like group sex was unheard of, we had gone to Bloodwood Academy with their orgy library. But asking for it was different. Because I wasn't just asking for a fuck, I was asking for them to be with me. My mates.

  "Yes, it's an orgy book." I answered confidently, pulling all four of their grey eyes to me. Their lips pulled into tiny grins as those bulges continued to tent their jeans. "It's what I masturbate to... which is what I was doing in the bathroom."

  They both looked from the book to me as if they were in slow motion, their smiles stretching as I grinned at them.

  "I like that book. I like to imagine myself in that book. I like to image you in it with me," I continued, and Evan nearly dropped the heavy book, barely holding onto the thing as they both stared slack-jawed at me.

  If I was going to ask for what I wanted, then I was going to go all in. This hadn't exactly been how I wanted to approach the subject, but here we were. I gave them a sly smile, and whether I wanted them to or not my legs fell open, my skirt folding up. The cold air of the hotel room hit against the wet of my panties, making me sure that they could see me.

  See my wet.

  Owen swallowed, his lips pulling up as he looked from me to the book.

  "So you want this then?" he asked. The twins may be mischievous little buttheads sometimes, but they weren't stupid.

  "I do." I sat up, leaning toward them and pushing my skirt back down. "But I don't just want you to fuck me. I want you to be with me..."

  "Isn't that what fucking is?" Owen asked, his voice as strained as his pants now.

  "No," I shook my head. "That book is all about pack companionship--"

  "Harems," Evan provided, turning the page and pulling the word from the pages.

  "Yes. Multiple mates." I swallowed, knowing there was no going back now, and wanting to make perfect sense of it all. "I've felt a pull from you two for a while. I never thought it was possible, because you can't be with two. But then Ivy came along... and the book..." I didn't look away from the twins as I slid off the bed and stood before them, both of them standing a full head taller than me.

  "You are my mates. I know it, I have felt it for a year. Maybe more. That pull. I thought I had been crazy, but now I know. You’re mine, and I want you both," I held out my hands, heart thundering in my chest as I exposed my soul to them as I prepared for either ultimate joy. Or ultimate rejections. "You are my mates. I know it."

  The twins didn't move. They stared from me, to my hands, to each other, and through it all I stood still hands outstretched. Waiting.

  "Scarlet," Owen began, tucking the book underneath his arm as he grabbed the hand that was closest to him. "We have known it too. We felt that pull the first day we saw you..."

  "I can't tell you how many times we have fought over you," Evan continued, grabbing my other hand as he interrupted his brother. "How many times we have argued whose mate you really were, and if you were either of ours. But before now..."

  "It was impossible." I guess it was my turn to finish their sentences. They both smiled and nodded, squeezing my hand as their thumbs ran over my skin in little spirals that were sending fireworks over my arms, down my back and to the pool of desire that was quickly taking over my entire body.

  "Are you really saying that you want both of us?" Evan asked, stepping closer.

  "That we can share?" Owen continued, both boys moving so close that their warmth washed over the chill of the hotel room in a flood, the smell of the feral musk arousing me furthe
r.

  "Not share. Just have. All of us, together. My mates." The last words choked out as they stepped closer still, as their hands left mine to trail up my arms, to span over my back, over my belly.

  Evan's smile spread as he stepped before me, Owen's fingers tickling up my arm as he stepped behind. Owen's touch trailed over my collar bones and down to my belly, leaving a trail of pressure that felt like electric sparks. Sparks of heat and damp and twisting throbbing desire that only grew as his fingers ran right between my breasts before he fanned his hand over my belly, pulling me into him. Pulling my ass right into the bulge of his erection. The growing, pulsing bulge in his pants was made even more prominent as Evan's hands twisted around my waist, his fingers wide as his palms slid over my lower back, continuing down to cup my ass as he spread me, as Owen pressed himself against me.

  "We want you," Evan whispered as one hand trailed up my spine, moving my hair to my side so the Owen could lean in and kiss me, his teeth nipping against my skin before he sucked on the skin, pulling and biting so that everything was fireworks. "We want all of you."

  The words were deep, darker than I had ever heard him speak. They did little to help the firestorm that was quickly taking over me. I was very quickly feeling close to eruption, the feeling only growing as Evan leaned in and pressed his lips to mine. He tasted like mint, like bacon and everything good in the world. The taste duplicated as his tongue darted forward and parted my lips, pressing in as he kissed me, as Owen bit and nipped at my neck, moving closer to my ear, closer to the tender flesh that was on fire.

  Oh god. I was on fire. I had to be; the heat was so intense.

  Evan's lips moved alongside mine as he gripped my hands, kissing me deeper as his hand wrapped around mine. His fingers cupped mine as he guided my hand over his stomach, pushing my palm against the deep grooves of his abdomen as he dipped me below his waist line, under his jeans, under his boxers, and pressed my hand against the wide stiffness of his erection.

  I stiffened, the flesh throbbing beneath my hand as Evan wrapped my fingers around him, his hand tightening mine around his cock as he prodded me to touch him, to move my hand up and down the absolute mass of his cock.

  I had seen both twins enough, but never erect. Never in the throbbing bulge of want. Evan was huge. So much bigger than I expected.

  I pulled from his kiss, eyes wide as I stared at Evan, the twin smiling as his cock twitched in my hand.

  "God, I cannot tell you how many times I have dreamed of your hand around my cock," he whispered, the corners of his mouth pulling up mischievously as his staff twitched again, as I continued to move my hand up and down his length, feeling every beautiful groove and vein in his skin.

  "Me too," I whispered, the words drowned in a groan as Owen chuckled in my ear, kissing me once more before his hands left my belly to begin their own journey. Instead of diving below my waist line, however, the spread over the fabric, lifting my skirt as his wide palm spread over my panties, cupping my mound as he held me.

  As he pressed his hand against me and sent a pressurized desire rattling through my spine.

  "I've dreamed on other things," Owen whispered in my ear, his hand hot against the throbbing want of my pussy.

  God, no one had ever touched me there before, one hand against my damp panties and I was about to lose it. I tilted my hips toward Owen's hand, moving mine against his brothers cock, his member throbbing as the guy moaned and threw his head back, lips pressed together.

  "Swallow my cum, Scarlet," Evan commanded, his hands already deftly unbuttoning his jeans as I slid my hand up and down his erection, my palm slick with pre-cum.

  Owen's hand pressed against my panties, pinky and thumb working their way under the hem of the slick fabric in his search for my opening. I shivered at the touch, panting and moaning as Owen's fingers found my pussy, and Even unsheathed himself for me.

  His cock was as wide as I expected, drops of cum forming on the head, just begging me to lick it up.

  I had never tasted cum before. I had only heard of its taste of the way it explodes and fills you. Mouth. Cunt.

  "God," I moaned, unsure if the word was for the sudden desire to taste Evan, or for the way that Owens fingers was circling my opening, sliding along my damp before moving up, and pressing against the clit that before now had only been touched by me.

  The moan grew as Owen pressed against my back, folding me over and bringing my mouth closer to the throbbing need of his brother, while barring my wet to him.

  I opened my mouth without question, my tongue hitting against the salty spice of Evan's cum as Owen furiously unzipped his pants, shoving my panties down to my knees as the wide head of his cock pressed against me. Spreading me. Ready to take me.

  "Claim me," I begged, lapping at Evan's cock, tilting my hips to give Owen easier access to the pulsing need that had now taken over everything.

  That warm desire that had dwelled in my body spread everywhere, my chest tightening as everything burned, as I throbbed. As I needed.

  The twins didn't need to be told twice.

  Evan gripped my head, his fingers soft against my jaw as he coaxed me to open, coaxed his cock in as far as he dared, my tongue licking and lapping as I sucked and tasted every salty drop of the delicious cum he was feeding me. Owen's hands gripped my hips, his touch soft as he pressed into me, both of my mates gentle as Owen pressed into me for the first time.

  As I was taken for the first time.

  Fucked for the first time.

  God, I never wanted it to end.

  It never had to.

  Check out all the Books By Rae Foxx

  Bloodwood Academy

  Year One: Shifter, Ivy’s Story

  Semester One

  Semester Two

  Semester Three

  Semester Four

  The Bloodwood Academy Novellas

  Howl and the Moon

  Finn Noel

  The Misfit Shifters

  Bloodwood year Two: Scarlet’s Story

  Zero Fox To Give

  For Fox Sake

  Fox Chance in Hell

  Don’t Fox With Me

  Wolf Pack Biker Boys

  Prick of the Knife

  Thrust of the Dagger

  Stab in the Back

  Bury the Sword

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  About the Author

  Born and raised in Atlanta, Rae Foxx moved to Arizona when she reached adulthood. When Rae isn’t writing, she works part time at a Pilates studio. Her favorite spot is on the couch watching horror movies while sneaking cinnamon rolls. She’s endlessly searching for the perfect cup of coffee.

  Rae Foxx writes salty, sarcastic heroines and alluring men who love them. Her books revolve around paranormal and supernatural harems where a girl can have all the men and romance she wants.

  Adventure? Check. Romance? Check. Hot heroes? Double check.

  Oh, and Hufflepuff all the way.