“I think she needs your cock, Daniel,” Matthew rasped, and I moaned, desperate for that.
The three of them laughed, the sounds husky and heated, before Daniel ceased sucking on my clit and staggered onto his knees between my thighs. I felt him there, felt the hairs on his legs rub against my tender flesh, and every part of me thrilled at having him deep inside me at last.
Then, his hands moved to my upper thighs and I released a sharp scream as he raked his nails down them. The feeling was so strong, so overpowering, I almost choked on Seph’s cock. It was a move that grounded me, but also sent me soaring higher.
The gesture was a simple one, but the response it triggered in me was more complex than a volcano’s explosion.
My body bucked as I tried to deal with the aftermath, and when he did it again, I howled around Seph’s cock.
“Sol, fuck,” he ground out, his cock slamming harder into my mouth, moving faster and faster until his cum spattered the back of my throat. Even as I reveled in his taste, in his offering, he carried on fucking me until he was softening, but I barely noticed.
Three times he scratched me that way, and the desperate desire to rake him back, was an unspent urge that came from my soul.
Before I could beg with garbled words around the shaft in my throat, Daniel’s dick was at my gate. His thick heat scalded me, raw. The very notion of him wearing a condom disgusted me, because I needed that boiling hot seed of his branding me. Needed his cum shooting deep inside my cunt.
As he tore into me, bare, the slick mess of my pussy made itself known. He was big, and I wasn’t, but my body easily adapted to his size thanks to how turned on I was.
A low rumble escaped him as he finally pushed all the way in, and I felt that vibration deep in my pussy. He began to thrust, in and out, the sawing motion enough to make me want to claw his eyes out. I didn’t need this, I wanted him bucking into me. I needed him to fuck me.
“Move out of the fucking way, Seph,” he growled after a few moments, and when Seph did, his cock arcing from my mouth via a cascade of frothy spit, Daniel rounded his back and began to give me what I needed.
All of him.
My hands moved to his back, my nails dug in deep, and though there was nothing alien about them, they clawed into his back until the scent of blood spilled in the air.
The men groaned around me at the essence, but me? I just exulted in it.
Daniel was rigid, unrelenting. Fucking me hard and fast and wet. With my nails tearing at him, he pressed his face into my throat and took great big pulls of air like he was drowning himself in my scent.
When I nipped his ear, he groaned, and began to buck into me. His cock no longer thrust all the way in and out, but shoved deeper into me, as deep as he could go. As I began to see stars, I moaned long and low into his ear, and though I heard him curse, it was nothing to me at that moment.
The splash of his seed deep in my sex was enough to make me purr. Literally. The rhythmic sounds permeated the room as my orgasm imploded inside me, sending my nerve endings into a whole other stratosphere while I echoed the true rumble of the cat who’d gotten her cream.
10
Matthew
My cock was aching like someone had stood on it. Yeah, that was how deep the pain was, but the sight before me was close to terrifying.
I wanted it so badly, and yet, I could see how unlike my brothers this was.
Daniel came from admin stock. He was reared to be mild-mannered, polite.
Joseph was a warrior. He was raised to channel his passions into the art of war.
We weren’t born and bred to fuck like beasts, but that was how they were. They rutted on Gabriella, and even as a part of me, the part that had been reared just as the others had, with my future in mind, found this entire scene abhorrent, another part, one that was new and floundering in its shaky first steps, was roaring with triumph.
These sensations were overwhelming. They overpowered everything, overtaking me until I wasn’t even sure who Matthew vil der Soe was anymore. All I knew was that I was Matt and that Matt wanted Gabriella.
And she wasn’t helping.
Where was the bitchy, attitude-laden pain in the ass who’d driven me crazy during our lessons? The one who’d thought nothing of ‘accidentally’ driving her sword into a disrespectful instructor’s foot? Who’d been brazen enough to attempt to fail her Skills’ exam and had somehow passed and made it to this moment?
That Gabriella was nowhere in sight.
She was just as lost to the emotions ramming into her as hard as Daniel was fucking her.
We didn’t share. Ever. Only perverts wanted to watch their woman with another, but there was nothing perverted about this.
It was, if anything, perfect.
My own need was boiling inside me, to the point where simply watching was no longer enough. As Daniel blanketed her with his heaving body, while Joseph hunched over, propping his elbows on his knees as he dealt with the aftermath of his orgasm, I felt a hunger that ran soul deep.
The maw inside me was wide open, aching, and ferocious with its need.
“Daniel, I need her,” I told him, surprised at how collected I sounded when, deep inside, I was a welter of raging emotions.
He grunted, but though I’d anticipated an argument, he pressed a kiss to the side of her throat, nipping her there, before he pulled free.
Seeing her pussy, his cock, should have revolted me. His seed? The very notion of sloppy seconds should have been repugnant. Instead, the desire to be inside that warmth, a warmth that was meant to be mine, exploded inside me.
Gabriella was evidently tired. Her eyes were closed, her body limp and lax as she recovered from her orgasm. But as he pulled out, she mumbled, “Hey, you didn’t knot.”
Daniel snorted. “That’s a myth.” As he moved, he pressed a kiss to her belly. “I wish it weren’t. I’d like to be locked inside you for a lifetime.”
Her lips curved. “A lifetime, huh?”
“Yeah. Sol can deal with everything else,” he teased, falling to his ass beside the couch as though he were incapable of movement too.
Needing to be the center of her focus after I’d been so patient, I carefully trailed my fingers down the length of her arms. She squirmed, her teeth coming out to bite her bottom lip, before I finally found my way across her breastbone and over to her tits. I plumped them again, before getting up and crouching over her.
We were all wearing workout gear, and that made getting out of the shit easy. It amused me that neither of them had thought to use magic to strip, but I wasn’t about to waste time—within the blink of an eye, I was naked and I was on top of her.
I didn’t know why, but it was imperative that my wings were aloft as I settled between her thighs. My cock rested against her pussy, slipping into that notch that was meant for me, and slowly, just as Dan had, I moved my wings. Not enough to cause a draft, a breeze, just enough to sprinkle us both with the gold dust humans called fairy dust.
The second it touched her, her back arched as I sent my intent through the magic. Wherever it touched, I set it to make her sensitive. To make her entire body as entirely confused with the welter of sensations as I myself was feeling.
She writhed beneath me, her tits shaking, her belly undulating as I made her feel what I was experiencing, and I slowly bowed over her, pressing my forearms on either side of her head, rubbing our chests and bellies together.
I reached for her mouth, slipping my tongue deep inside, thrusting into her the second I could. She moaned against me, her hips bucking as my magic slipped into her very bones. Her hands came to spear through my hair, and though I wanted her as Daniel had—pinned down and desperate for everything I had to give her—I also wanted her to be free, free to explore me, free to take what she needed.
As her hands tugged at my blond hair, I moaned at the pull against my roots. The pain was pleasant, and I loved how she used her hold to angle my head so I could fuck her mouth even deeper.
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br /> There was the remnant tang of Seph’s release, but I didn’t taste it. Not really. Sure, it was there, and maybe, at another time or in another place, I’d hate what I was sampling, but now? It was just her.
Just this.
I thrust my tongue against hers, curling them about one another as I urged her to tangle with mine. Slipping my hips back, I created a space I didn’t want between us, but I reached down, grabbed a hold of my cock, and pressed into her slick slit.
She was wet. Not just from Daniel’s release, either. My fingers could discern the difference, and what I perceived set me alight. Though she’d been pleasured, though she’d achieved orgasm, she was as ravenous for me as I was for her.
“Fuck me, Matthew,” she pleaded, after tugging her mouth free from mine.
Her lips were sore, pink, and red from my kisses and Daniel’s, and from pleasuring Seph. Her eyes were wet, her eyelashes spiky from the tears Seph had caused as he’d fucked her mouth. She was pale in some parts, bright pink in others, but her eyes? They were glittering.
She was so alive at that moment, so vibrant and vivacious that I knew, until the day I died, I would remember her like this.
No matter what happened, I would pass over to the next realm with her face as the last image in my memory banks.
“Because you asked so nicely,” I grated out as I thrust in hard and deep. Fast, too.
She grunted, her head tipping back and swinging from side to side as I plowed into her. She took everything I had to give, spread her legs wider, arched her hips and tilted her pelvis back so I could get as deep as I needed to be.
Through it all, her slick juices coated me in her essence.
I’d fucked before. I knew how sex worked, dammit. But this? It was like nothing else. Not just because it was her and because we had a bond, but because the heat of her was like no other.
The slickness came with a devastating warmth that decimated me from the inside out.
The heat in me sought the heat in her and together, we set fire to one another.
As I fucked her, she took everything I had to give. All of my frustrations, my needs, my desires and passions—she absorbed them all, took them for her own.
She was under me. I was invading her, but somehow, she conquered me right back.
I reared up so I could rub her clit, and the distance between us was painful. But there was no way in fuck I was going to last all that long. No way. I just couldn’t. My cum was boiling in my balls, and containing it was only going to make me suffer.
Her arms reached for me, and the plea in her eyes about killed me, but I ignored it, ignored her, focusing instead on her clit. Rubbing it, caressing it, giving her exactly what she needed.
But the more I tried, the more she seemed to pull away. The heat in her died, seemed to be banked, and the phenomenon bewildered me.
Sensing impending doom, I covered her once more, and the second I was covering her? The heat returned.
What the Sol?
She clung to me, her arms tight around my waist as she nestled her face into my throat until every part of me was touching every part of her.
This time?
The heat returned in spades, a thousand times hotter than before.
I almost howled with how it burned me, with how it razed me to the ground so I could be reborn, but I didn’t.
Instead, I focused on what my woman needed.
Even if I didn’t have a fucking clue what that was.
Minutes, hours, days later, she detonated around me. No clit rubbing, no kissing, no touching. Just her clinging to me as I fucked her roughly. Too roughly. Her orgasm had her exploding. Me? I imploded with the pleasure she triggered in me, and I thrust into her like a wild animal, needing to milk every ounce of this ecstasy she gifted me.
But when I came down from that crazy high, I realized I’d never done this before.
Never lost control to the point where, afterward, I feared I’d hurt my partner.
I knew she had to be sore, knew she had to be feeling those last few thrusts deep in her body. But when I tried to pull back, tried to see how she was? She clung to me all the more.
Her face had to be sticking to my throat from sweat, but she didn’t care. She stayed there, hugging me, huddling into me. Her legs remained clasped around my hips and waist, my weight fully on her.
Unsure of what to do, I reached under her, and scooped her up against my chest. Clinging to her as she clung to me. With her held tightly to me, I moved around so I was on the bottom, so she didn’t have to take my substantial weight. My wings retracted for comfort, the nubs digging into the cushion as I splayed out on my back.
Through it all, she didn’t budge, and when I watched the flow of her back, I realized from just how deeply she was breathing, that she was asleep.
I cut my brothers a look and saw they seemed just as wrecked as I felt.
Was I surprised when they laid on the floor beside us? Was I surprised when they slept there, just to be close to her?
Maybe.
The old Matthew would have been. He wouldn’t have understood why when there was an epic bed just a few feet away.
But the new Matthew, the one that had been forged in Gabriella’s fire?
He understood perfectly.
❖
Daniel
The next morning, my back was killing me. Literally, killing me. The nubs were aching where my wing stubs had dug into the ground, and my spine felt like a pretzel, but I’d sleep on the floor in an instant if it meant lying next to Gabriella.
My mind was flooded with her to the extent that I wasn’t sure where my thoughts of her began and ended. It was overwhelming, sure. I recognized that, just as I recognized how right it felt.
I was connected, intrinsically, inherently, to three people now.
All my life, I’d been seeking this level of connection, and it was only now when I had it, I realized something.
I was an only child, a rarity in Fae society. I’d never asked my parents if they had trouble conceiving me, but no baby brothers or sisters had ever cropped up, and I’d been alone.
The Fae weren’t supposed to be alone.
We were pack creatures by instinct, except our pack was our line. My mother was an orphan—her family had passed in a freak accident when she was small—and my father had a strong political line who’d abandoned him when he’d taken my mother as his life partner. Orphans were shunned in Fae culture. The surviving child or children were considered bad luck to the rest of the family.
Old fashioned?
For sure.
Nuts?
Definitely.
But the Fae were superstitious bastards, and it all resulted in me growing up pretty much alone.
When I’d come to the Academy, I hadn’t been looking for a link. I’d been looking to find my place, at long last, in the community. Having always felt like I was on the outside looking in, it had seemed this was a singular opportunity to find my spot.
I’d aimed for an admin position, as that was where my parents excelled. I’d never thought I’d be in a troupe even though, deep down, I’d have loved that. The chance to be sent into war, into human strife, to mend the disaster zones, to fix broken treaties, and to harbor peace? It seemed like a dream.
When I’d passed the exam? When Matthew had approached me, with Seph at his side, and had asked me to be a member of his troupe?
It had stopped seeming like a dream, because it had just come true.
The troupe bond was renowned, revered even in our society, and the notion of it had made me happy. From alone to never alone, and all thanks to one exam…
But the troupe bond and this bond?
Gaia, there was no comparison.
The troupe bond was underlying everything. I could even register the magic of it. It was tinged with blue—which made sense considering the color of our blood—and it grew in strength when we worked as a team, then weakened when we fought.
This past few days as
we argued over Gabriella, the troupe bond had taken a hammering, and I felt the loss. Our loyalty to one another had a visible thread, which pulled taut and released with everything we did.
But this looping connection with Gabriella?
It was like a ball of rubber bands the size of Texas. It was complicated and snagged here and there, moving in an eternal loop as we came together.
The Daniel who’d been rational, who’d approached the Academy with hope for a bright future in an admin block somewhere, was no more.
He felt.
He craved.
He needed.
Like he never had before.
Noa—and it still boggled my mind that I’d spoken with the great Noa vil de Luir—had said it overwhelmed, that the bond took over everything else, and I could see that. Could sense how it would, but rather than backing away from it, I wanted it all the more.
I wanted it to consume me, wanted it like I’d never wanted anything else in all my life.
With a shaky breath, I sat up, and raising my legs, pressed my arms to them so I could round my back and stretch it out some. From the tiny space I’d carved out for myself last night, I could see Seph, who’d slept in a position parallel to mine—his head in the corner unit of the sofa with the base at his back and the coffee table at his front. I could also see Matthew who looked as though he hadn’t moved all night.
Lucky bastard.
Especially as it seemed as though Gabriella hadn’t moved all that much either.
She was huddled on him, clinging to him as though there was too much skin between them.
The bond was changing her as well. Morphing her into another creature, just as it was altering Matthew, Joseph, and me. And for all that, I still couldn’t see how her grandmother and her Virgo had walked away from it. How they’d denied this bond. How, they’d had a child within the troupe, and had still walked away from her.
Just the thought that we might have made a child last night was enough to send me into a tailspin. Our lives weren’t geared for that. We were supposed to be practicing for the trials, nothing more, nothing less. Once we passed, we were going to be thrown into the cold, hard world, and we would have a purpose that was bigger than any of us.
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