“Ah, Ah...fuck! More, uh huh.” I enjoyed every thrust as they alternated in-and-outs. They both began to moan faster and louder; their opposite strokes began to align - both of them pumping in and out of me.
“Fuck, that’s it, deeper, harder, more.” I cried, not knowing how long I could continue to last. I tried not to imagine the two of them kissing – knowing it would set me over the edge just as fast. I used the simple idea to motivate me, holding off my release as my pussy and ass clenched tightly around their cocks.
“Dammit Scar...so fucking tight.” Christian cursed.
“Fuck.” Ethan moaned, releasing his load in me.
Christian pressed down on my hips so Ethan’s cock slid deep, letting me lay on him as he began to pump into me in fast, deep thrusts.
“You like that Scar, let’s see if your gonna be a good girl and let me fuck you senseless.” Christian slapped my ass. I cried out in pleasure, loving the lingering sting as he continued to fuck me.
“Keep going baby, I’m a good girl. Ah, yes, more, more, more, please!”
“Shit!” Christian cursed; his body grew rigid as he moaned – climaxing.
I came right after; my back arched as I was hit with a wave of ecstasy. My body trembled; I collapsed onto Ethan’s chest, Christian inched out of me - his cum dripped out my ass.
Christian helped Ethan hold me, so he could slide out – all three of us passing out on the bed to catch our breaths.
“Fuck. We need to do that more often.” Ethan confessed.
“I second that.” Christian chuckled, sounding spent.
“I win,” I mumbled, fighting the urge to sleep.
“Ugh, baby,” Christian complained. I sat up, both of them eyeing my breasts. I rolled my eyes.
“Attention at one another and not the girls. You promised.” I crossed my arms, staring at Christian who sighed.
“Fine. Since you did deliver...don’t tell anyone about this, Scar.” Christian warned. I beamed nodding. I heard quiet taps on the floor; my eyes noticed Moonlight sitting in front of the door – my phone in his mouth. I grinned, peaking back at Christian and Ethan who were moving closer to one another.
I will buy you your favorite treats and a new scratch post.
“And I get to sleep next to you on the plane ride home. The carrier’s cold.” Risuki mumbled.
“Deal.”
He quietly jumped onto the bed, hiding behind me. I moved my hand behind, allowing Moonlight to place the device in my hand.
The boys were barely centimeters apart; their eyes closed as they closed the distance. They were both rigid at first, not moving their lips but after a moment they deepened it. They both knew I wouldn’t be satisfied with a simple smooch.
I aimed the camera, clicking the capture button.
*Beep*
They both froze at the sound, opening their eyes as they parted, turning their gaze on me, still holding the phone in my hands. I grinned; my fingers tapped wildly.
“Scarlet.” They both called out, reaching forward to take my phone, I threw it behind me- Moonlight catching it in his mouth before dashing off into a miniature portal.
“You didn’t,” Christian whispered.
“That cat...” Ethan groaned.
“I couldn’t help it. I can’t have a picture of Michael and Jaxson and not the both of you.” I giggled at their defeated looks.
“Please tell me it’s in safe keeping.” Ethan groaned.
“It is,” I reassured him. Christian sighed.
“Come here. I wanna sleep.” He stretched out his hand. I crawled towards the space between them. Ethan pulled me into his arms, Christian pressing himself against my backside, his arm resting on my waist.
“I guess you can check that off your resolutions list,” Ethan mumbled, stifling a yawn.
“How’d you know?” I asked.
“Because it’s you Scar. I bet you have Junho on the list.”
“Maybe,” I mumbled.
“I wouldn’t be surprised if she had Junnie on there too. I have to admit Scar and Junho in girl form would be hot.” Christian disclosed.
“Junho won’t.” I pointed out.
“Get him drunk.” Ethan encouraged.
“Who said I’d agree to it.” I replied.
“You kissed Akane. Twice actually.” Ethan reminded.
“That...was different.”
“You’ve kissed Cece too.” Christian acknowledged.
“That was drunk me.” I again reminded.
“Get them drunk and let Michael work his magic.” Christian encouraged.
“Don’t start adding resolutions that aren’t mine,” I complained
“This is gonna be a fun year.” Ethan chuckled, closing his eyes.
“Indeed.” Christian agreed.
“Much male-to-male action to come,” I announced. They both groaned.
“Goodnight Scarlet.”
They both kissed me goodnight, the lights turned off on their own.
I smirked, knowing my familiar was the culprit. I peeked my eyes open, noticing Christian and Ethan were already breathing softly. Moonlight hopped on the bed, crawling on top of us and cuddling between Ethan and me.
Thanks, Risuki. Happy New Year.
“Happy New Year Scarlet. Many happy moments to come.”
HAPPY NEW YEAR TO ALL MY READERS <3
Thank you for supporting both Paranormal INC Series and Starlight Gods Series. Hope you all have a blessed 2018 <3
Yumoyori Wilson
Paranormal Romance Author
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Celestia
Blurb
What do you get when your father’s a centaur and your mother’s a powerful magician?
A unicorn shifter…
You’d think being the only known unicorn shifter in the world would have a few benefits. Like, people treating you kindly or getting special treatment from the council. Not in my case. I'd be lucky to get a piece of bread thrown at me.
My name is Celestia Rainbow, and yes, my last name is fucking Rainbow.
Shifters assume that I’m kind by nature, but trust me: I’m fierce, short-tempered and have the mouth of a sailor. Add in my stealthy fighting skills, advanced magic casting, and swift movement, you’ll soon realize I'm someone you wouldn't want to mess with. But everyone looks at my shifter side— my ditzy, peaceful half, sprinkling magic dust, and on a mission to end world hunger.
Regardless of my dual personality, I’ve sworn to become a huntress at Aslan Academy. Now that I’m of age— my lucky twenty-fifth birthday just happens to coincide with the entrance exams —I’m ready to prove my worth.
Too bad I’m grouped up with six sinful looking men.
Time to prove to my community, classmates and this attractive bunch of weirdos that unicorns can kick ass too.
Prologue
“Oh, look who it is. Ms. Rainbow! Why don’t you cough up some glitter? Haha.”
“I can’t believe she actually thinks unicorns exist.”
“She’s mentally insane. No wonder her mother abandoned her.”
“Obviously. Why else would Edwin be so consumed by his gatekeeper work? I bet he can’t stand her and just drowns himself in work, just so he doesn’t need to deal with her.”
I sighed, putting my hands to my ears as I tried to block out the multiple whispers that reached my overly sensitive ears.
Why wouldn’t they leave me alone? Why did everyone believe I was crazy? All the rumors are wrong. Everything they’re saying is wrong. Mommy didn’t leave me. Daddy doesn’t want to work all the time. Why can’t they understand what I am is truth and not lie. Why?
I opened my tear-filled eyes as I turned around and ran into the forest. I could hear the lingering laughter�
� the mockery regarding my silent retreat.
It made me wonder why I was still living. Why was I brought into such a world if I had no one to turn to?
I was the only unicorn shifter in my existence, or so the records portrayed. Not like it mattered; no one believed me anyway.
Even with the multiple voices and pointing fingers that were aimed in my direction or the kicks and shoves I received from my multiple enemies, I knew shifting into my unicorn form wouldn’t stop the bullying. No, it would only escalate it.
I promised Daddy I would never show that side of me unless it was to defend myself and train. Only my master could see such a form, and he would train me when the time was right.
But when would the time be right? When would I be able to prove my worth to the society who sees me as nothing but a burden? Breathing alone, was hard enough for many of them, let alone my entire existence.
I continued to walk through the forest as I tried to calm down— allowing my feet to guide me aimlessly. It always ended up this way; retreating back to the only companion I had: nature itself.
I had no friends or relatives. My mom was far away; too far for a simple train ride to see her wondrous smile. My father was a gatekeeper, helping guard the gates of multiple dimensions to various worlds. Such a role was usually a birthright or achieved at a young age.
Yet, my dad was a late bloomer— becoming a gatekeeper when I was six-years-old. Now, I was alone— having to defend myself in this isolated community.
Being different didn’t mean you got treated special. All it resulted in was becoming an outcast.
No matter where I turned, shifters young and old looked and whispered. Some didn’t hesitate to point and laugh. I was the laughing stock of the town, and I would always be, unless I proved myself worthy.
I stopped in my tracks as I felt the first drop of rain fall from the sky. I looked upward; unable to stop my curiosity at the sudden change in weather.
Drip – Drop – Drip – Drop
The specks of water from the sky above began to fall one by one, till it began to pour. I stood still, allowing the cold drops of water to beat my flesh as my eyes pooled with tears.
For a shifter well known to be happy and free, I was nothing compared to such myths.
I was sad...so depressed at my circumstances that I sometimes wondered what was so great about living? My own council, who should cherish my existence, being the first unicorn shifter, discarded me entirely.
As the councilman said right in my father’s face, ‘She is nothing but a mistake.’
I tried to stop the tears from falling down my cheeks, holding back the sobs that begged to escape— to be heard by anyone willing to listen to my silent plea.
“All I want is a purpose. A meaning in this world. I hate this life. I want to be strong. To not care about what people say. I don’t want to feel such misery anymore. Can’t anyone help me?” I cried to the sky, my hands clenched as I continued to cry, unable to hold back any longer.
I was tired of being pushed and shoved— tired of being hit and abused every day, wherever I turned. I wanted to learn how to fight, to be strong to defend my own.
I didn’t care if they feared me. I was nothing to them, to begin with. I would build my own foundation, a solid barrier around myself so no one could bring me down. I’d prove to the world that I was someone to acknowledge and not cast aside like a piece of trash.
All I needed was someone to help me achieve my ultimate goal.
“Celestia.”
I swallowed the lump in my throat, making a slow turn to see the familiar man I’d begged for many years to train me— my father’s best friend and master.
Magnor Rune was a legend— specializing in many arts, combat, and magic for years. His father had lived many generations and had passed down his gained knowledge to Magnor who continued to learn while teaching and training many shifters across the dimensions. He’d settled here in Versa for many years, having trained my father until he was summoned to his gatekeeper duties.
I’d begged Magnor to train me, since I could barely walk, wanting to be like my father and mother who were powerful and respected. He’d denied my request each time, using the excuse I was either too young or inexperienced to begin my training.
One must desire so strongly to become great before they hear their calling. Forcing yourself to achieve those standards will only end with failure.
Since then, he’d continued to decline my request; my last one was last year. After that, I’d given up asking. I didn’t see the point and my heart couldn’t handle the rejection anymore. I dealt with my fair share and adding more would tip me over the edge— as if I wasn’t already there.
I stared at him with sad eyes; my tears continued to flow down my cheeks as the rain beat down on me. He must have used some type of spell – the water not daring to touch anywhere near his body, leaving him dry.
His silver eyes stared at me, holding much wisdom in them. He glanced at my soaked appearance, a frown forming on his once expressionless face.
I didn’t reply to his call, only turned back to face forward. No words could describe how I felt— the desolation and self-pity I’d buried in my very soul had finally resurfaced and raged for salvation. I knew Magnor could help me— save me from my hopeless outlook on life.
But again, I was tired of asking. If the strong desire I felt within myself wasn’t enough to prove my bullies and enemies wrong, that I wasn’t some weakling who’d be a nobody for the rest of her life, then I’d never achieve that level of ambition.
I opened my mouth to speak, knowing it would be in vain.
“Everyone looks at me as if I’m nothing...a nobody. A hindrance. I bet just looking at me makes them cringe in disgust. Every day is the same. Every moment I attempt to look at the better side of life— and my worth and how this too, shall pass. The day ends off far worse than the last. I’m tired...so tired of this. Why won’t anyone listen? Why do I continue on this unknown path of life if all that is left for me is pain? I go to school to be shoved and abused and all the teachers ignore me. I finish school to be pushed in the corner and suffer the onslaught of insults, followed by more kicks and punches. I limp home to an empty house...with not even one person to share my agony with.” I trembled as sobs took over me. I hung my head low, crying my eyes out.
“I miss Mama and Papa. I want to be loved...to have friends. Yet, no one wants me.”
I lifted my head to face him, glaring.
“Is that not enough of a resolution to be trained by you? Will I ever be worth your guidance? Or am I nothing to you too...” I whispered, trembling in place.
If he deemed me not ready, I would accept my reality; that I’d never be good enough for this world.
He took a step forward— followed by another. Within a few long strides, he was facing me. Whatever barrier that shielded him grew in size— stopping the rain from its hard decent against my pale skin.
I lowered my head, closing my eyes as I readied my heart for the same set of words. Instead, his hand rubbed gently against my drenched hair.
When was the last time anyone had rubbed my head? To show an ounce of affection instead of inflicting pain.
I lifted my hands to my eyes, crying harder while I sobbed. He wrapped his arm around me, pulling me into an embrace.
I didn’t hesitate— crying my heart out. If this was the last time I’d have someone to listen to my cries, I’d let every tear fall. I’d let go of all the pain that piled up from the years of abuse and hate. The world would feel the sadness I’d locked inside my soul.
When I shed the last set of tears and my whimpers softened, I pulled away, looking up to him for his answer. He gave me a small smile while his silver eyes softened.
“You’re ready,” he whispered.
About Yumoyori Wilson
Yumoyori.W.Wilson lives in Toronto, Ontario with her lovely Mother, Queen Loulou. When she’s not working the night shift as a Community Registered Nurse, she
’s out relaxing with friends or sipping bubble tea while playing Elsword with her gaming friends.
She has an obsession with fashion and currently owns 100+ lipsticks, 50 being various shades of nudes though she insists all of them are different in their own way. She enjoys reading during her night shift, immersing herself in reverse harem, paranormal and romance novels to pass the time and prevent herself from falling asleep.
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Books By Yumoyori Wilson
The Starlight Gods Series:
Dark Wish
Tainted Rose
RYDER (January 26th, 2018)
Poisonous Dream (February 2018)
Paranormal INC Series:
Visionary Investigator (December 8th, 2017)
Holiday Series:
Visionary Christmas (November 21st, 2017)
Starlight Christmas (December 22nd, 2017)
Visionary New Years (December 29th, 2017)
Earthala Series:
Visionary X Starlight- Chapter One (January 12th, 2018)
Visionary X Starlight- Valentine’s Day (February 10th, 2018)
Collaborations:
CELESTIA- Unicorn Blessed Series (March 1st, 2018) with Aspen Winters
Shattered Destiny- Reclaiming the Throne (February 15th, 2018) with Tamara White
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