Elements of Ruin (Hijinks Harem Book 2)

by C. M. Stunich

  “Fine, then quit your yapping and get on with it,” I snapped, gripping his short red hair between my fingers and dragging his face to my crotch, hoping he hadn't just been teasing me.

  Thank Odin, he had not just been teasing me. His smart-ass mouth closed over my throbbing pussy and began working me like a damn pro. Which, I suppose he probably was if he had a succubus addiction. I didn't imagine those girls accepted anything less than perfection from their muff-diving partners.

  “Fucking Vegemite,” I groaned and Warden raised an eyebrow at me. “Shut up, Maxi Pad, you're not one to judge random cursing.”

  “No judgements here, Ari-Vampari,” he grinned, working his own shaft while he watched Dustin face deep in between my legs. Meanwhile I was watching Warden, as his sure fingers slid up and down his lightning rod and the tip glistened with moisture.

  Dustin made a growl of annoyance, grabbing my thighs with his palms and spreading them wide, before glaring up at me. “Quit suffocating me with yer fanny, woman!”

  A laugh snorted out of me, like literally snorted out of me, and it made me laugh even harder. Both guys looked at me like I'd just lost my damn mind, but I just waved a hand at them to ignore me. It was going to take too long to explain to Dustin and Warden that fanny meant different things in different parts of the world.

  “Sorry, fuck, continue,” I gasped out, when my giggles subsided. It wasn't even that funny, I was mostly just laughing at the fact that I'd snorted.

  Continue, he did. Pinning my thighs apart with strong ass hands, like steel bands, Dustin dove his face back down under while Warden watched with heavy lidded eyes.

  My hips bucked up a bit, as Dustin's tongue did something incredible and I moaned like a damn porn star.

  “Oh, you liked that, eh?” the cocky bastard chuckled, his voice reverberating against my electrified skin and making me quiver. “Hmm, how about …” His palm released one of my thighs, and two thick fingers slid inside my throbbing wet sheath.

  “Yep, fuck, yeah that's …” I panted, my breath sharp as his fingertips brushed lightly over my G-spot and his tongue flicked at my clit piercing.

  “That's … fucking Vegemite?” Warden snickered, and I glared at him.

  “You know the best part about being ambidextrous then, do ye?” Dustin murmured, in between licking and nipping at my folds.

  “No?” I gasped. “What?”

  “Being able to handle two jobs at once,” he responded with a wicked look in his eye. Releasing my other thigh, he reached his hand over my hip and closed his fingers around Warden's eight inch screwdriver.

  “Fucking goddamn flaming llamas, Dusty,” Warden groaned, releasing his own dick and surrendering to the attentions of the handy Irishman between my legs. “Ugh, yes, like that.”

  My eyes wide, I watched in fascination as Dustin skillfully jerked my former lover/best friend/soul mate off, and realized I could seriously learn a thing or two from watching them together.

  “Fuck that's hot,” I muttered, and Dustin's chuckle vibrated against my hungry cunt, causing little energy bolts of warmth shooting through me and pooling in my belly. So far, my glamour was still in place, but I could feel the runes all lit up. It was a sensation not unlike that buzzing lip balm, you know the one that makes your lips tingle like they've been stung by a thousand micro-bees? Like that, but all over my damn body.

  “Wait, is this going to break my glamour again? Because I'm so not into drinking another one of those vile rat tail potions,” I suddenly gasped, not in the least bit looking forward to suffering through that shit again.

  “Do ye care right now?” Dustin replied, like the arrogant asshole he was, while slipping a third finger into me. “How about now?”

  “Umerphg,” was the only noise that I seemed capable of making, and then Warden leaned over and took one of my diamond hard nipples between his teeth. He nipped at it gently, then sucked it into his mouth and cupped the other in one warm palm.

  “How about now, Smokey?” He murmured, looking up at me with lust-filled eyes and a smirk on his lips that I wanted to smack and kiss in equal parts. His red and black faux-hawk had drooped and was now just a messy scruff that made me want to sink my fingers into it. “How many fucks do you give now?”

  “More,” I whispered, and if the word itself wasn't embarrassing enough, it came out sounding like I had a strangled kitten stuck in my throat. Wow. Way to take the whole sex kitten thing and make it as unsexy as possible. Way to go, Arizona.

  “We'll get there,” Dustin said, and I could literally feel his arrogant smirk against my cunt. “But on my terms.”

  “Why is this all about you?” I asked and he paused, looking ridiculously annoyed with me as he sat up on his knees, releasing both Warden and me from the pleasures of his ministrations. That fucker.

  “Do you ever shut the fuck up?” he asked, reaching over to the nightstand and digging around inside of it. “What in the bloody hell?” he asked, tossing random junk to the floor. “Where's all the good stuff? Everyone and their bleeding grandmother keeps sex toys in the nightstand drawer.”

  Er, everyone I guessed except for my grandmother?

  “Sex toys?” I asked, blinking stupidly and wondering what he had in mind. Ben Wa balls? Butt plugs? Cock rings? I had all of those things just … not in here.

  “Eh, fuck it,” Dustin said, grabbing a spare pillow and yanking the case off it. He wrapped it around my left wrist, knotted it, and then tied me to the bedpost.

  “What are you doing?” I asked, but please note how I did not get up, did not attempt to untie my wrist, or try to stop him in any way, shape, or form. Frankly, I was fucking thrilled at the idea of being tied up—for fun in a consensual way only, of course.

  “First, I'm going to tie your arms to the bed,” Dustin said as he removed another pillowcase. He was weirdly good at tying them into knots, making me wonder how many times he'd done this same thing before. You know what they say—improvisation breeds innovation. Heh. “And then I'm going to put one around your flapping trap, how does that sound?”

  “Sounds like you're a piece of shit asshole,” I said, and he cocked a red brow at me.

  “So that's a yes, Dusty, please close my mouth so I can get properly fucked, yeah?”

  “Eat a dick,” I said, and he flashed me a shit-eating grin that made my heart flip-flop inside my chest. I mean, I'd found myself attracted to assholes before, but not like this … I wanted him to keep treating me like crap, and I wanted to treat him like crap right back. The sights, sounds, smells, feels from our anger fuck flickered in my mind and made my stomach muscles clench in anticipation.

  “Oh, I intend to,” Dustin said and then flicked a glance Warden's way. “Well, me or somebody else,” he added, getting a third pillowcase—another ugly old lady one with brown fabric and pink flowers that looked suspiciously like vaginas. “Dick will be sucked in here, one way or another.”

  “Please don't blindfold me,” I blurted and Warden chuckled. “I want to watch.”

  “Thatta girl,” Dustin said, wrapping the pillowcase around my face and covering my mouth with it. “Now, how's that, little leprechaun? Nice and comfy? Because I don't give a shite.” He sat back and smiled wickedly, like some sort of red-haired sex god, a dark sidhe creature from the faerie mounds of Ireland, come to curse me with never ending orgasms … Whoa, my fantasies were out of control. “Oh, and safety word's black pudding.” He nodded like that was that, and I made a stupid sound behind my gag. “If you want out, just go spirit elemental and slide out of your bonds. Good Mother Mary, Queen of Heaven, you're a weird girl, you know that?”

  “Aw, come on,” Warden said, leaning down and pressing his lips to my nipple again. “Cut poor Smokey some slack.” He slid his right hand down my belly and over my wet cunt, teasing my folds with his fingers and making me groan. I sagged into the pillows, completely giving up even the pretend idea of being annoyed at the situation.

  I was turned-on harder than a faucet o
n full-blast.

  Too bad Dustin's leaving tomorrow, I thought as the asshole relaxed on my other side and joined Warden in playing with my cunt. The men each slid a single finger inside of me, Dustin's thumb rubbing my clit as they both dropped their mouths to my shoulders, my neck, my earlobes.

  This is what heaven feels like, huh, God? I thought and then added, or gods, or goddess, or whatever. Just in case. But if there were a heaven out there somewhere, it would most definitely include an Irishman with a bad attitude, a giant dick, and more abs than I could count. It would also most definitely include the sinful little asshole on my other side, chuckling as he want about pleasuring me.

  Please don't leave me, Warden, I whispered just before each man added a second finger and I spread my thighs to accommodate it all.

  “We need to warm you up, Smokey,” Warden whispered in my ear, “so you can take both our cocks at the same time. You'd like that, wouldn't you?”

  I didn't answer, letting my heavy lids do the talking for me.

  The men pressed in close on either side, showering my body with kisses and flicks of their firm tongues, teasing my nipples, and stirring up that pleasure in my lower belly that said I was well on my way to an orgasm.

  I was so far into my pitcher of supernatural Kool-Aid that I didn't even blink when Warden touched a finger to my right nipple and a tiny bolt of yellow electricity traced across my skin. Nope, didn't even blink … just, you know, bucked my hips and screamed in pleasure behind my gag.

  He started to chant as he worked his way down my body, drawing runes on my skin with white and gold sparks, shattering my glamour, and filling in the empty spaces between my other husbands'—er, soon to be husbands?—runes.

  “First we take care of business,” Warden whispered, sitting up and moving between my thighs, “and then fun.” He curled his hands around my knees and pushed them wide. “Pillow, please, Dusty.”

  The metal elemental handed over one of the case-less pillows and Warden used it to prop my ass up for a better angle. Good for him. He was a pro at this, I guess. I tried not to feel jealous over all the girls—and maybe guys—he'd possibly fucked in the last eight years, but who did I have to blame other than myself? It was me who'd left, not him.

  “Oh, Ari,” Warden said, his hazel eyes meeting mine just before he positioned himself at the glistening wet opening of my pussy and shoved himself in alongside Dustin's fingers, stretching me even more. My back arched and my hips pushed forward, taking every inch of him into me. “God, babycakes”—babycakes?—“you're so fucking deliciously tight …”

  Warden pumped his pelvis forward, holding my legs to brace himself as he murmured more of that strange elemental language under his breath and filled me up again and again and again. His balls smacked my ass and made me wish I were being spanked, too.

  Somehow … it was like Dustin read my mind. Either that or he was just as big of a dirty bastard as I was.

  “That's a good little spirit,” he murmured against my ear, withdrawing his hand from my cunt and making more room for Warden's thick cock. “You love being fucked, don't ya, lass?”

  Lass?!

  Was that funny or … no, no, it was hot.

  Dustin smacked my left cheek with his wet hand and the sting of it just fucking undid me. I came hard, clamping down on Warden's shaft with tight muscles, making him gasp and curse and say really weird but somehow attractive things under his breath. Pro that he was though, he just waited, my body fluttering around his, milking him hard and yet … he didn't orgasm.

  “Smokey, you dirty bitch,” he said as soon as I'd relaxed enough for him to move again. “You like being spanked?”

  Dustin smacked my ass again, nice and hard, that crack of flesh on flesh filling the room, mixing with the wet sliding sound of Warden's shaft moving in and out of me. Dusty smacked me again … and again … and again. I could just imagine my pale cheeks covered in red handprints …

  Dusty started chanting next, drawing yet more runes on my already glowing skin. I looked like a goddamn Christmas tree. Still … looking at it from this view—you know, with my tits bouncing and Warden fucking me like he was on a mission—it actually was kind of pretty.

  Silver and gold lines appeared on my skin, like smears of glitter, metallic shimmers that came to life the way Shane's clouds had, or Billy's flames. Being marked by Dustin was mesmerizing.

  “You're pretty for a little spirit,” Dustin murmured in my ear, breaking up his mystic chanting to taunt me, “especially that red little ass of yours.”

  Warden groaned and threw his head back, the muscular perfection of his body on display as he came, spurting hot cum inside of me, his body shuddering with pleasure.

  “Aw, Smokey,” he said, pulling out and taking up his position back on my right. I wanted to touch him so badly in that moment, run my fingers over his sweaty muscles. But I also liked the fact that I couldn't, that I had to stare at his perfect body and feel that desperate craving build up inside of me. “I can't even believe how much I missed you, baby.”

  Missed me?!

  Did he just say he missed me?!

  I seriously considered going all glowing spirit elemental on his ass, breaking free from my old lady pillowcase bonds and grabbing him by the shoulders, demanding to hear those words again, and again, and again.

  But Dustin … he was already on his way to mounting me.

  He moved to take up the position between my thighs, his green eyes sparkling with lust and mischief. I wondered about this guy, this supposed welder who made metal statues, and I wanted to know more about him, about his addiction to succubi, his relationship with Siobhan and Warden, just … everything.

  I don't believe in soul mates, I said to myself, but that was just before he thrust his powerful hips forward and took me to a whole other level of pleasure, building on the orgasm Warden had given me. He pumped his body with this rhythm that made me feel like an inadequate sexual partner. Dustin had this … this finesse to his actions that first off, made me pretty sure he was a slut, and second, made me glad that he was. Because holy shit. Holy. Fucking. Shit.

  My runes glowed even brighter, casting strange shadows around the room, and yet … no strange lightning bolts crashed to the floor and lit my panties on fire. Now that I had my last two men, our sept was complete.

  Wait. What? What did I just say?!

  No, no, I didn't believe in soul mates … and yet, I felt these men touch something deep inside me—besides my cervix, obviously—that I felt hard-pressed to explain. I wanted them to be mine. Fuck, I wanted to keep them so badly in that moment … I couldn't decide if the sex hormones were just messing with my brain or what, but in that second, I knew if they tried to walk out on me while I was feeling this way, well, I'd go dragon on their asses and drag them back here kicking and screaming.

  I tried to murmur Dustin's name, but the gag stopped me. Instead, all that came out was this deep, guttural moan that I felt reverberate inside my chest.

  “I could watch you get fucked all night long and never get tired of it,” Warden said, his eyes heavy and half-lidded as he reached over and palmed my right breast, rubbing his thumb across the aching peak of my nipple. “Although, I am glad that I'm not human.” He grinned and adjusted himself so I could see that his cock, glistening and wet with my juices, was already hard again. “Very little refractory period. Nice, huh, Smokey?”

  “Jesus fucking Christ,” I groaned—or rather, tried to groan. What came out was just a muffled jumble of sounds, 'cause, you know … gag.

  “Fucking, yes, leprechaun,” Dustin panted, working his thick cock into me like a battering ram storming the gates of a castle he was about to conquer. “Yes, squeeze me harder. Oh yeah, you like watching Sparky fondle his lightning rod, eh?”

  I mumbled my agreement around my floral gag, because hell freaking yes I liked seeing Sparky fondle his lightning rod. Dustin met my eyes over the thrusting of our hips and I saw a naughty spark in his, and a wicked grin curved
over his face.

  “Sparky, mate. C'mere would ya?” Dustin beckoned to Warden, and the energy elemental obliged. Rising up on his knees, he shuffled closer to the tatted Irishman, who seized him by the neck and sealed his lips onto Warden’s.

  Holy fucking sex Batman, this is happening. I didn't dare blink, for fear of missing a second of the hottest dude on dude I had ever witnessed—all while Dustin's skillful cock maintained it's maddening rhythm in and out of my aching cunt.

  Their kiss was rough, and angry, and totally, one hundred and ten percent masculine, but it was when Warden reached down between Dustin's legs that I started coming again. My eyes glued on Warden's hand, I watched him fondle the other man's balls, while that man grabbed hold of my hips and upped the intensity to fever peaks. My second—third?—orgasm crashed over me, wave after wave, and I felt my walls clenching and holding Dustin tight, not willing to let him escape without an orgasm of his own.

  “Feck, ya little minx,” he swore, his jaw tight as he fought not to come with me.

  “Give it up, Dusty,” Warden coaxed in a sinful, seductive voice. He slid his fingers down to join Dustin's pulsing shaft inside my Chinese finger trap vagina. “Quit being so stubborn and let yourself come. How could you not, right now? Just look at our spirit, all laid out bare in front of you, her sweet cunt wrapped around your cock.” Warden was murmuring the words in Dustin's ear like a lover would, but his fingers were dancing a tango between Dusty's dick and my clit and it was pushing me over the ledge again.

  Well fuck. Now I saw what the female equivalent was to their supernaturally fast refractory period. Endless orgasms. A girl could get spoiled like this …

  “She's not our spirit,” Dusty grunted, but still thrust into me with unwavering rhythm.

  “So what's the harm then?” Warden challenged, and his glistening fingers disappeared south of the border, so to speak. I couldn't say for sure where they went, because it was beyond my line of sight, but all I knew was that in an instant, Dustin was blowing his load with a roar that could put lions to shame.