Elements of Ruin (Hijinks Harem Book 2)

by C. M. Stunich

  “Not it,” Billy said quickly, “and not you either, Firebug. That mouth has other uses.”

  Well, shit. Okay then!

  “George,” I whispered. “You're still dressed.”

  He was supported in a sort of push-up plank position, while his lips kissed over my hip, and I wanted to see what that position was doing for his hectic two-percent-body-fat body.

  “So I am, Blossom,” he smiled, then stood up at the foot of the bed and began slowly lifting his gray t-shirt up and over his head, revealing his abs with tantalizing slowness.

  “George …?” I started, but Warden shushed me with a finger to my lips.

  “He's dancing to music in his head,” Warden told me, then turned his approving gaze back to our earth elemental husband, whose hips had started to sway in a slow, seductive sort of motion.

  “This is so freaking hot,” I breathed in awe, turning onto my back and propping my head up on my arms so I could fully appreciate my husband's silent striptease.

  He pulled the t-shirt up over his head and slowly tossed it aside—right at about the same time he tossed a wink in my direction. His bronzed torso, hardened nipples, and tree of life tattoo were on full display, making my thighs clench tight with anticipation. Now in just his pajama pants, George began hip thrusting his way around in a little circle while slapping out a rhythm on his naked chest, quite literally dancing to the beat of his own drum. Eventually, he hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his pants and dragged those down a very purposeful few inches, flashing his Adonis belt of muscles.

  With a feral grin, he turned away from us and then pushed them over his hips, letting them fall to the floor in a pool of fabric before coming back over to bed and crawling up next to me.

  “George, that was …” I trailed off, because words just couldn't really describe what I had just seen. On the one hand, it was hot as hell to see George's bronzed body grooving around while he stripped his clothes off, but on the other hand … damn I'd just rather see those hips doing other things.

  “I'll strip for you anytime, Blossom,” he whispered, panting a little from his vigorous striptease. “Just say the word.”

  Billy, beside me, seemed to be sort of vibrating and I quickly realized it was with suppressed laughter. I didn't want George's feelings hurt though, so I took his face in my palms and kissed him.

  The moment our lips touched, my runes flared bright and the heat of desire pooled in my belly. Oh yeah, this is happening.

  Parting my lips under George's kiss, I also parted my knees, allowing him to settle into the gap between my legs. His hard length pressed against the already damp lace of my panties and I sucked a gasp as he ground against me.

  From either side of me, a hand crept over each breast. Knowing those hands came from two different men, and a whole other one was rubbing his cock against me while his tongue explored my mouth … well it went a long damn way toward making me feel like the queen of this little harem. Reverse harem. Whatever we wanted to call it. Was there a politically correct term? Or a derogatory one for that matter? I was so new to this multi-way dating that I wasn't yet down with the lingo, but assume that sausage party would be an okay term?

  Yeah. I liked that. Six sausages and one … bread roll?

  “Oh George,” I moaned softly, not wanting to wake Shane and Reg. “I want you to butter my roll.”

  Huh, that made more sense with the context of the sausage party, which had only been inside my head … ah fuck it. He got my point.

  Grinning a little bit wickedly, George slid back down the bed until he was face level with my lightly dampened panties. So damp, they'd probably be considered moist. If that wasn't a disgusting word that should only ever be used in the context of cake. Moist cake, yum! Moist vagina? Ew.

  Moist.

  “Billy?” George prompted, holding out the side of my panties and raising an eyebrow at the pajama-panted elemental. Pajama pants that I was just now realizing had little foxes all over them.

  “You got it,” Billy nodded, and flicked a little ball of flame directly at the fabric. As soon as the fire hit my panties, they seemed to just … disappear.

  “What the …” I pushed up on my elbows and watched as George blew the fine soot of my incinerated panties off my skin. “Well fuck, that gives whole new meaning to the term fire-crotch doesn't it?”

  “Pity Dustin isn't here to appreciate that ginger joke,” Warden chuckled and I grinned. I'd have to save it and reuse it later when Dustin was here. If. I meant if Dustin was here. I had by no means forgotten that he was an asshole cuntface dickwad that deserved a kick right in the shillelagh but … Well, that was half the problem, wasn't it? But. There was always a damn but.

  “Now, what was that about buttering your roll, Blossom?” George ran his fingers the length of my wet folds and teased my piercing, sending warm tingles of arousal coursing through my body.

  My breath caught as Billy's hot mouth closed over one nipple, then Warden followed suit with the other. George closed the circle—square?—by sealing his lips over my clit and flicking at my metal with his tongue.

  Somewhere in the back of my mind, I remembered that Dustin was a metal elemental, and that made me stupid excited to see what he might be able to do with my piercing.

  Damn it, why am I thinking about Dustin again? Get your head in the game, Arizona!

  My fingers threaded into the hair of the two men at my breasts, and for a moment I just lay back and fucking enjoyed myself without bothering for a second about trying to get them off. Oh, don't get me wrong, that was still happening. But just for a few moments, I wanted to be selfish and let them worship at the altar of Arizona.

  “Pants,” I panted—heh, see what I did there?—and tapped at Billy and Warden's shoulders. “Pants off, I want you both naked.”

  Thankfully, they both did as they were told, while George continued reciting his ABC's on my swollen clit.

  Billy yanked down his fox jammies which I was about ninety percent sure were also Kit Davenport fan pajamas, and kicked them off his feet. Of course he wasn't wearing any underwear underneath, which suited me just fucking fine when I got an eyeful of his metal studded junk.

  Fuck me. How had I totally forgotten about Billy's junk piercings? Oh shit, now I was imagining what Dustin's magic might do to Billy's piercings. Now that I knew they'd both swung that way at least once before. Why not together?

  My hand stretched out almost with a mind of its own, palming Billy's dick and exploring those little bits of metal with my fingertips.

  “Ahem,” Warden said in a terribly fake throat clearing. It did draw my attention over to his own impressive shaft, which he gripped by the base as though holding it out for inspection.

  “Well, hello old friend,” I grinned, and stretched out my other hand to take ahold of Warden's manhood.

  “This is a hell of a way to wake up,” Reg's sleepy voice said from behind Warden. “Pretty sure I would have preferred to find ST fingering herself rather than Warden with his hand around his cock, but beggars can't be choosers, am I right?”

  His sleep-tousled head popped up from the pillow and he wiggled his eyebrows at me suggestively.

  “Let me go pee quickly and then I'll be back to give you a hand there, Sugar Tits,” he winked at me and slid off the bed.

  “Ugh, taking a slash with this is going to be fun,” he muttered, looking down at the impressive tent in his pajama pants. His were all covered in little snowboards with the word WANKER printed across the butt. I wondered what that was all about. “Get out, Skeeter's still sleeping?” he chuckled as he sauntered past Shane's lightly snoring form and into the bathroom.

  Meanwhile, my hands lazily worked over their respective dicks, stroking up and down, pausing to fondle the tips, then the balls then back to start again. I tell you, my ambidexterity was getting better by the day around all this cock.

  George's tongue caressed me slowly and sensually, totally unhurried and working me up into a gentle frenz
y. Yes, that's totally a thing. Shifting his weight a little, he slipped a finger inside me and stroked my inner walls while his lips caressed my lower lips like he was French kissing me.

  A low groan slipped from me as I let my body go boneless and just fucking enjoyed what was going on. Boneless, except for my hands that is, as they both gripped bones of a whole other sort.

  “Shall I wake him up?” Reg asked, having just returned from the bathroom totally nude and dripping wet. He looked like he'd just taken a quick rinse in the shower, and I hoped it had been to wake up and not because anything went haywire in there. Apparently it can be a real bitch to aim when peeing with an erection. Not that I'd know. But you know … Cosmopolitan magazine.

  “No,” I panted, releasing the two boys, and pushing George gently off my swollen sex. “I will.”

  Remember what I said about how nice it'd be to wake up to a bit of cunnilingus? Well, I imagined it might run true for fellatio, too.

  Turning over and leaning across Billy's naked, pierced body, I carefully peeled Shane's pants down to expose his already hard dick. Looked like Warden wasn't the only one who'd been having sex dreams …

  Gently, I lifted the velvety length of his shaft to my lips and my tongue darted out to lick at the tip. Shane moaned something in his sleep, but when he didn't wake, I continued. Placing his whole tip inside my mouth, I let my tongue slide along his underside, finding that tight little piece of skin right below his head and paying it extra special attention.

  Shane's hips bucked a little, and he moaned again, but still didn't wake. Around me, I heard light chuckles from the other guys, as well as the distinctive sounds of them stroking their own dicks while they watched. Positioned as I was, on my knees and leaning over Billy's body, my tits were practically hugging the fire elemental's cock while his hand worked over its length.

  From behind me, a large, rough hand smoothed over my ass cheek and my cunt clenched with excitement and anticipation.

  My mouth slid lower onto Shane's cock, all the way down to meet my hand and then back up again, sucking and swirling, then back down. I knew the moment Shane woke up, because he moaned loudly, his fingers tangling in my messy blonde curls as he thrust a little into my mouth.

  “Well, well, I thought I might find ye like this, lucky charms,” Dustin's dickish Irish voice sounded near the door, but I was too damn busy to look. My mouth bobbed up and down on Shane a couple more times before I pulled back just long enough to throw a—hopefully—saucy look Dustin's way.

  “Strip down and join us or get the fuck out, asshole,” I ordered.

  “Figures you’d be in here with cock stuffed between your lips when there’s work to be done.”

  I literally stopped sucking Shane off and he groaned as I turned to glare at the metal elemental.

  “Get the fuck out. As far as we’re concerned, you’re just some rando off the street. What do you think gives you the right to waltz on in here anyway? And besides, didn’t I lock the damn door? How the fuck did you get in here?”

  “Rando?” Dusty asked moving the rest of the way into the room and closing the door behind him. He leaned against it—fucking shirtless—and smirked at me, igniting a burst of flame inside my belly. “And I’m a metal elemental, remember, ya wee bairn? I can unlock doors as easily as you can lie back and spread your legs.”

  “Oh, hell no,” I snarled, standing up on the bed, naked and surrounded by my nude husbands. I pointed at Dusty’s smirking face. “You will not disrespect me in my own … husbands’ … parents’ … . house.” Some of my rage dissipated a bit as I realized how dumb that statement sounded, but then … Dustin just kept on smirking at me.

  That motherfucker.

  “I’m hardly some bloody rando,” he said, standing up straight and crossing his arms over the smooth perfection of his chest. “Joan agreed to give me yer hand in marriage. You and me, my little m’fhíorghrá are going to be more than strangers. Lucky you, considering I come with a pretty handsome dowry.”

  “I am not your … your … uh MEER-ggrah,” I snapped, sounding out the word. “And if you want my hand in marriage, then you’d better ask me for it.”

  “Uh, sweet pea,” Shane was saying, but I ignored him, my gaze focused on the green eyes of the asshole metal elemental smirking back at me. I felt like this was a pivotal moment in our relationship, like if I let him get away with bullshit now, he’d do it forever.

  Forever?

  Forever?!

  I just met the fucking guy like two days ago … yet when I closed my eyes, I could feel him, attached to that little silver pool of magic inside me. It felt right, for Dustin to be here. But I still couldn’t let him get away with acting like a prick.

  We stared each other down and then he moved forward, pausing at the edge of the bed and looking up at me.

  “So I’m invited to the wedding then—as a groom?” I kept staring. “Never even crossed my mind that you might say no,” he continued, and that was when I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and reached out for Dustin’s spirit energy. Just like I’d done during our sparring, I grabbed hold of him and latched on with metaphysical fingers. Unlike last time, I did not fling him so hard against a wall that he almost died.

  Nope.

  This time … I simply forced him to his knees.

  “Are you taking the piss with me?!” Dustin shouted as my eyes flicked back open and I found him … dropping to one knee at the edge of the bed. His face was red with strain, jaw clenched tight, but no matter how hard he resisted … I was stronger.

  “That’ll teach you to piss off your spirit elemental,” I said, stepping between the legs of my other husbands and sitting down on the side of the bed, Dustin settled in a proper kneeling position between my thighs. “Now. Ask me for my hand in marriage.”

  Dustin just gritted his teeth as the other men shifted around me.

  “Smokey,” Warden said, moving over to sit beside me. “I haven’t exactly had a chance to ask you properly yet either …”

  “You want to ask me properly?” I said, turning to face him, leaving Dustin frozen in his position on the floor. I felt my cheeks flushing as Warden’s eyes met mine. I mean, we were both completely naked, he was hard, and I was a little juicy but … it was still romantic as fuck.

  My heart pitter-pattered.

  And then I felt this … this delicious tug on my clit piercing, the pressure walking that fine line between pleasure and pain. When my head whipped back around, I found Dustin grinning. Yes, he was still stuck in a kneeling position, but he was also twisting my metal piercing with his magic. I hated to admit how much I liked it.

  “You were going to go through with the wedding anyway … to pay back the debt …”

  “Ah, yeah, but Smokes,” Warden started, and even though he was being cute as hell, Dustin was twisting my clit piercing in a circle and making me groan. “How about, uh, we talk about this later?”

  “Later is good,” I whispered as Warden closed the space between us, cupped the side of my head with one hand, and kissed me with the force of eight missing years. I felt like my heart was shattering into pieces—in a good way. Like all those little shards were reforming into something better than just a mirror, just a reflection of all that loss and hurt. It was as if they were remaking themselves in a glorious mosaic of heat and want and love.

  We broke apart for a moment, and I flicked a glance back at Dustin, my clit throbbing and pulsing as he teased it with his magic. I scooted forward and hooked a leg over either one of his shoulders, putting my pussy right up in his face.

  “Are you going to be a good boy and stop being such a prick? Because if so, then I might consider saying yes. But not because I like you, only because you’re … interesting in bed. And also a metal elemental, which we need for our complete set.”

  “Are you going to stop talking and let me suck you off?” he growled back, and with reluctance, I released him.

  Dustin scooted forward and grabbed my ass in his bi
g hands, tugging my cunt closer to his face with a growl.

  He was the typical alpha male prick type and clearly, hated being told what to do.

  Well. He was going to have to get used to it … at least half of the fucking time.

  Dustin used both his magic and his tongue to tease, pull, and twist my piercing, sending pleasure flickering through me, like Billy’s flames had chased over my panties. I locked my legs behind his head and suffocated him between my thighs, lying back on the bed and letting him service me the way a proper husband should.

  “Are you done giving those two assholes all the fuckin’ attention?” Shane snarled, scooting over to me and putting a hand on either side of my head. He raised a dark brow in my direction, his tattoos a kaleidoscope mind-fuck above me as he leaned over and put his lips to mine, searing my mouth with the white-hot intensity of his kiss.

  Trapped between two gorgeous men like that, I was in heaven.

  The only thing that could make that moment sweeter?

  Four more gorgeous men.

  I felt hands and mouths on my breasts, but I was so embroiled in Shane’s kiss that I didn’t know whose they were. And I liked that. Made it seem sexier somehow. Using Warden’s magic, I flicked the lights off and plunged us into darkness. The only color in the room was from the runes that decorated my skin, casting their brilliant yellow-gold glow across the walls, a sinful sort of nightlight.

  Shane might’ve just woken up, but his breath was minty and he tasted clean, strong, masculine. Wait? Can someone really taste clean or strong? But anyway, Shane did and the fact that he didn’t have morning breath just had to be attributed to his air magic, right? I mean, who wakes up tasting all minty fresh and shit?

  My hands dropped low, fingers digging into the hair of the men sucking on my breasts. Based on texture alone, I knew the short, disheveled strands had to belong to Reg, and the soft, silken bits were probably George. Which, of course, meant that there were still two men that needed my attention.

  Or did they …?

  Breaking from Shane’s kiss and doing my best to blink through the pleasure of Dustin’s mouth on my cunt, I glanced over and found Billy and Warden acting … well, there really was no other word for it than weird. They were acting like high school students, hemming and hawing and looking at everything but each other.