Hunt (Academy of Unpredictable Magic Book 5)

by Sadie Moss

  “We had fun that night,” I murmur, catching my breath as he pulls away to rest our foreheads together. “Who would’ve thought, huh?”

  “That was the luckiest night of my life.” His cobalt eyes burn as he gazes at me. “I met the woman I love.”

  My heart stutters.

  We said those words to each other for the first time a few months ago, and I still get a thrill that seems to overtake my entire body every time I hear them come out of his mouth.

  I pull my bottom lip between my teeth, wild joy making me grin like an idiot.

  “You really do love me, huh?”

  Roman bumps our noses together. “A little more every day, Reckless.”

  “Lucky for you, I happen to feel the same.”

  My heart is hammering away in my chest, despite my calm, teasing tone, and I know he can feel it by the way he smirks at me.

  Oh fuck. I could really, really go for some alley sex right now, for Roman hoisting me up and ripping my panties aside and fucking me hard and fast…

  But we don’t have time. The clock is ticking and we have to follow this damn lead, no matter how tiny it might be.

  Roman must be thinking the same thing, because he lightly kisses my jaw and then regretfully pulls away, giving me room to push off the wall.

  “The old man was right,” he comments, looking around as I take a second to compose myself. “There’s nothing here. The alley’s all closed off and has a dead end.”

  My panties are still damp, I’m not gonna lie—but as Roman speaks, the analytical part of my brain takes over again, and I scan the dark walls of the alley. “Then there must have been something else here. Something magical.”

  “Maybe it was here but isn’t any longer. A portal of some kind.”

  I scrunch up my face. “But our jackass chose this meeting place, not Johnson. That makes me think whatever might be out here is something more permanent. Maybe he picked this place because he knew he’d have access, as opposed to someplace he’d have to create a temporary portal to reach.”

  “Good point.”

  We look all over, but after ten minutes of searching, we still haven’t found anything. My heart sinks when I hear the bartender’s raised voice giving last call. We’re going to have to come back tomorrow.

  God fucking dammit.

  We meet back up with the others inside. Asher’s looking a little pale and drained, and I’m sure that—on top of sifting through the old man’s memories—he’s still feeling the effects of trying to break into Johnson’s mind earlier. He’s got to be pretty tapped out by now.

  As we approach, he catches my eye and gives a small shake of his head, letting me know they weren’t able to get anything else useful from the old-timer.

  Shit. I’m not that surprised, though. This guy seems like he might have a hard time remembering what happened this morning, and the phrase “unreliable witness” keeps popping into my mind.

  Asher and Cam say polite goodbyes to the man, and Dmitri musters up a head nod.

  Then all five of us head out into the night.

  Chapter 14

  It’s too late to go back to Roman’s house for the night, since he lives quite a ways out of the city and we’ll need to be right back here tomorrow anyway. So we head to a hotel in the magical district, which is only a few miles from the bar.

  Roman pays for the room as the rest of us hang back a bit. But without our cuffs marking us as Unpredictables, the receptionist doesn’t look twice at Cam, Asher, Dmitri, or me, and I feel a huge surge of relief.

  “Just one room?” Cam comments with a gleeful tone in his voice as we enter the elevator.

  “We need to cut down on costs,” Roman says. “The Circuit agreed to foot the bill for our hunt, but I wasn’t exactly given a huge budget for this.”

  “Does this mean we can’t order room service?”

  “No, we can’t order room service. What are you, five?”

  “I was asking for poor Dima here.” Cam nudges Dmitri and grins. “He’s still getting used to the plebian lifestyle.”

  “Watch it,” Dmitri growls.

  Cam just laughs, and I find myself pursing my lips to hold back a smirk. Only Cam can get away with poking at Dmitri and not lose a hand or something for it. Except maybe me. I like to think I’m also an exception.

  We reach our room on the second floor, which is moderately fancy and has two large beds and a modern-looking bathroom.

  “I can ask them to send up a folding cot,” Roman says. “I wasn’t sure how we wanted to configure ourselves.”

  “We could just push the two beds together,” I joke. Even as I speak, I’m realizing this is the first time that it’s been all five of us in a room together. Overnight, I mean.

  And, well… I can’t help myself. My mind starts racing with possibilities.

  Possibilities that probably won’t actually happen, but a girl can daydream a little about her four hot boyfriends having her all at once, right?

  Roman, to my surprise, looks seriously at the beds. “I should probably use an enchantment for that.”

  “What, you don’t think the five of us can manage to shove two beds together? Are you calling us weak?” Cam teases.

  “No, I’m saying I’d rather not bother when magic will do it much more easily. I have a levitation charm that should do the trick.”

  “You know, there are easier ways to get rid of all that tension besides arguing,” I point out, shoving my hands into my pockets.

  I’m still mostly joking, but when all four men look at me, I grin. I recognize the expressions on their faces. It’s been a frustrating day, and I for one would like to get this tension worked out in a fun way.

  “Unless…” I shrug. “I mean, we don’t have to. That’s a lot of limbs to keep track of, you know? I’d hate for one of us to accidentally get an elbow to the face.”

  The guys all look at each other, and I can practically hear their thoughts racing.

  Then Cam springs into action so fast it almost makes me jump. “Asher, grab that end. I’ll get this one. Roman and Dmitri, you get the other side.”

  He’s already moving as he speaks, and the other three aren’t far behind. Any debate over the best way to move a bed is forgotten as the four of them converge on the one closest to us, heaving it up and carrying it over to the bed on the west side of the room. They set it down gently, nudging it to make sure the mattresses butt up against one another.

  I have to cover my mouth to keep from laughing. I don’t think I’ve ever seen the four of them work so efficiently or effectively together as they just did.

  Hmm. That bodes well for the rest of the night.

  Neither of the beds are all that small to begin with, so with the width doubled, they create a single massive surface. As soon as the four men are satisfied with their work, they turn to look at me.

  I’m still standing near the door, and as I catch their gazes, a thrill of excitement and nerves races through me. I’ve done a lot of things with each of them, and I trust each one of them completely—but this is still new territory for us, a line we haven’t crossed yet.

  For a second, I gaze at them and they gaze right back at me, possibility hovering in the air around us.

  Cam is the one who breaks the silence again, and I’m not sure I’ve ever been more grateful for the sweet, goofy man.

  “All right. C’mere, you.”

  He waggles his eyebrows and grins at me before marching across the space that separates us and throwing me over his shoulder. I yelp in surprise, and a moment later, I let out a little oomph as I’m tossed down onto one of the soft mattresses.

  Dmitri and Roman roll their eyes, and Asher smiles indulgently at Cam’s antics. But his move did what it was meant to—it broke the ice. All four men don’t hesitate as they crawl up onto the bed with me, and I rise up onto my elbows, watching them all as they converge on me like hungry lions.

  I’ve been with Dmitri and Roman at the same time before, and wit
h Asher and Cam together too. But this is the first time we’ve all done anything together as a group, and I wasn’t entirely kidding about being worried someone would take an elbow to the eye.

  The guys don’t seem concerned in the least though, and when they reach me, they seem to adopt a sort of “divide and conquer” approach. Roman swoops in to claim my mouth in a hot, demanding kiss while Dmitri’s large hands find my breasts, massaging and kneading them through the fabric of my shirt. Cam lifts the hem of my shirt to pepper soft, wet kisses over the skin of my stomach.

  And Asher? He surprises me by going straight for the apex of my thighs.

  Even through my clothes, I can feel the heat of his breath on my pussy, and I whimper into Roman’s mouth. That only makes him kiss me more fiercely, as if he’s eating up the noises that Asher is gifting him through me. Dexterous fingers begin to work the button of my jeans, and when Asher starts peeling my pants and panties off, I shift my hips to help him. The other men work together to pull off my shirt, and somewhere in the process of that, Cam unhooks my bra.

  Then I’m pressed back down on the mattress, and the hands and mouths are on me again. This time it’s Dmitri who kisses me, his lips and teeth and tongue demanding, as Roman rolls my nipples between his fingers, darting his tongue out to lick at them and making me gasp. Cam has moved down to my feet and is working his way back up my leg, trailing his lips over my skin in a way that makes me squirm with need.

  And in the midst of all that, Asher’s mouth finds my clit.

  He’s so fucking good at this—almost unfairly good, really—and his usual tactic is to work me up slowly and torturously, bringing me right to the edge and backing off a few times until I’m a desperate, pleading mess. But maybe he knows that tonight, there won’t be any slow buildup. That I’m already so far gone I won’t be able to handle any teasing.

  Whatever he knows, however he knows, he gives me exactly what I need.

  His lips lock around my clit as his tongue lashes back and forth, the movements fast and hard.

  And that’s exactly how I come.

  Fast and hard.

  My back arches off the bed, and my hands reach out desperately, latching onto a muscled shoulder and a thick bicep as I cry out into Dmitri’s mouth. He doesn’t stop kissing me, and Asher doesn’t stop licking me, and I don’t stop coming.

  I twist and writhe on the bed, and the hands and mouths on me follow my movements, as if they’re drinking up my pleasure, drawing it straight out of my skin. My orgasm goes on for so long that by the time it finally subsides, I feel a little shaky all over.

  “Holy… crap.”

  My eyelids flutter as I blink up at the four men around me. Dmitri has pulled back a little and is gazing down at my face, and Asher’s head pops up from between my legs, a small, pleased smile tilting his lips.

  “I think she likes it,” Dmitri comments dryly, and Cam chuckles.

  “I… I… holy crap.”

  “Uh oh. Did we break you, Sin?” Cam’s smile is broad, and even as he asks, he leans down to nip at my right breast, sending little zaps of sensation through me.

  Roman is kneeling on my other side, and he reaches down to brush a thumb over my bottom lip. “Do you want more, Reckless?”

  Forcing my brain out of the loop of “holy crap”, I nod emphatically. “Fuck, yes! You guys aren’t even naked yet.”

  Oh. I guess those were the magic words.

  Shirts and pants fly as the men disrobe in record time, and I blink as I find myself gazing at four sculpted, muscled bodies. They’re all hard already, cocks jutting proudly, and it’s a losing battle to keep my jaw from dropping open as I gaze at the display of pure masculinity around me.

  Jesus, why the hell did we wait so long to do this?

  I’m staring at the four men, soaking up the sight of them, and in return, they’re staring back at me. The looks on their faces make my body ache, and I reach out, not even sure who I’m reaching for.

  Asher is the one who moves first, and I swear to God, he really must be in my head, because he gives me exactly what I need again. He’s still kneeling between my legs, and in a smooth motion, he hooks his hands under my knees and tugs me down the bed toward him. Then he drapes his body over mine, letting our chests brush together as he kisses me. I can feel his cock nudging at my entrance—and somehow, knowing that the other three guys are all here, all watching with ravenous eyes, makes my clit throb in time to the pounding of my heart.

  “Is this okay?” he asks softly, pulling back to look at me.

  I nod, grabbing at his shoulders as I hook my legs around his waist, pressing on his firm ass with my heels to urge him deeper inside me. As he slides in, impaling me fully on his thick length, a soft noise fills the room that might be the best sound I’ve ever heard—five voices sighing in satisfaction.

  Hands and mouths converge on me again as Asher starts to thrust in and out in a steady rhythm, and if I thought it was good when his mouth was on me, it’s even better when he’s inside me.

  I really might die. I might just overload on sensations and die right here and now.

  But if I do, at least I’ll die happy.

  Muffled grunts and curses fall into my ears as my hands encounter two very rigid, warm cocks. Precum is beading at the tips of both, and I want to lick it off, but I can’t even lift my head right now. So I use my hands instead, doing everything I can to drive Cam and Dmitri as crazy as Asher is driving me. I want us all in on this—I want it to be good for all of us.

  Roman is near my head, and he’s leaning over, kissing me upside down, making me appreciate his mouth in a whole new way. When Asher pulls out of me entirely, I whine softly, hating the sudden emptiness, the feeling of loss. But Roman tightens his hold on my chin, keeping me from looking down as he continues to devour my mouth with hungry kisses.

  Then Cam pulls away too, slipping out of my grip. But before I can complain about that loss, I figure out what the two men were doing when Cam slides into me, taking over where Ash left off. Roman pulls back as I suck in a gasping breath, and the look in his cobalt eyes makes me bite my lip.

  There’s possessiveness in his expression, but something almost like pride too—as if he likes seeing me like this, likes sharing me with these men who have become his closest friends.

  My view of Roman is obscured when Cam leans farther over me, nuzzling my hair as he fucks me in strong, steady strokes. Then his lips find the shell of my ear, and he whispers, “Do you remember what you, Asher, and I did the night before you went back to school?”

  I clench around him unconsciously as a rush of memories flood me. Hell yes, I remember.

  He chuckles, correctly interpreting my response. His voice grows even softer, a seductive rasp that pours into my ear. “Do you want to do that with Dmitri and Roman?”

  This time, all the men notice my response—probably because that response is a loud, naked cry of, “God, yes!”

  Cam chuckles again. His thrusts slow, becoming measured and so deep I swear I feel him everywhere. He drives into me once, twice, three more times, rocking our bodies on the bed. Then he drops a kiss to my lips and slowly withdraws from me.

  I blink up at him, my body adjusting again to the feeling of emptiness. He nods encouragingly, smiling at me even as he fists his cock, stroking himself in the same rhythm he was just fucking me.

  Feeling suddenly a little nervous, as if I’m asking them to prom or something and really hope they don’t turn me down, I sit up a little and glance between Dmitri and Roman. “Will you—? I want both of you. To fuck me at the same time.”

  Oh, I was wrong before. Those are the magic words.

  Roman’s eyes flash, the little specks of silver in them seeming to swell and expand, and Dmitri’s nostrils flare as he palms the back of my head and hauls me to him for an almost bruising kiss.

  When we break apart, the men move together like a well-oiled machine. The next thing I know, I’m being lifted, turned around, and draped ove
r Roman, who’s now lying near the middle of the large doubled-up bed. He’s already hard as a rock, his cock so heavy and full it’s drooping toward his stomach, so I fist the base and line myself up over it.

  That same sound of satisfaction fills the room as I sink down onto him. I can feel Dmitri at my back, feel the heat radiating from him, as Cam and Asher resume their worship of my body. Teeth scrape my nipples and fingertips caress my skin as I lose myself in the feeling of riding Roman.

  I meet Ash’s gaze and nod at the silent question in his eyes, and a moment later, a pleasant sense of ease fills my mind. I can feel my body letting go, opening up to Dmitri’s probing fingers as Asher helps me relax.

  Not all that shockingly, nobody thought to bring lube on this little outing, but I’m so fucking wet from all the attention I’ve gotten already that we don’t really need it. Dmitri uses the wetness that’s dripping down my thighs, slathering his fingers with it before he eases them inside my tight hole.

  This time, I know what to expect, so he’s able to work his way in with minimal resistance. He scissors his fingers, stretching me out and helping me relax, and I do my best to keep myself soft and open for him.

  It helps that I’ve got three other men all hell bent on making me feel good, and that I’m trying to keep up with them and return the favor. My hands have found Asher and Cam’s cocks again, and Roman is helping me keep my balance with a firm grip on my waist as I ride him slowly and work the other two in my fists.

  “Fucking hell, Princess,” Dmitri groans, withdrawing his fingers and immediately lining up his hard length to take their place. “Are you ready for me?”

  “Uh huh,” I pant. It’s barely more than a breathless gasp, but it’s a miracle I can respond with words at all at this point.

  When he begins to ease inside, I fight against the urge to lean forward, arching my back a little to make the angle easier but staying upright. I don’t want to let go of Cam or Asher. I want all five of us to be connected.

  Dmitri presses inside of me with small thrusts, the movements gentle despite the tension I can feel gathering inside him like a taut wire. Each time he slides in deeper, I rock against Roman, and all three of us grunt.