Kneading my arse, he continues to leave gentle kisses just below my belly button. It tickles and I'm getting frustrated with him. It's not enough.
Suddenly, there are hands on my breasts. Before I can turn around, a teasing voice whispers in my ear, "Guess I shouldn't have worried about you. Seems like my brother is looking after you already. You do know we've still got a way to go to reach the other side of the Gate?"
Frost.
Storm shoots an annoyed glance at his brother. "We don't know if she will be okay once we reach the other side. Let's stay in here a while longer."
"I'm okay with that," Frost chuckles, and begins to gently massage my breasts. I lean into him, and he bends his head, nibbling on the nape of my neck. How does that feel so good?
Storm has finally decided to do the right thing, and is slowly pulling down my panties. When his mouth touches the skin just above that spot, I see rainbows. Okay, maybe I've been seeing them all the time because we're standing on one. But you get what I mean.
I close my eyes as my body fills with pleasure. I'm in the arms of two Guardians. Unbelievable. Frost is twisting my nipples between his fingers while grazing my neck with his teeth. For some reason, I want him to bite me. Not something I've ever wanted before. What are those guys doing to me?
Something presses against my core. Instinctively, I spread my legs a little. I cry out when Storm slides his finger inside me while suckling on my bud at the same time. Damn that Guardian!
If Frost wasn't holding me, I'd be writhing on the floor by now.
"Open wide for my brother," Frost whispers, sliding his hands down my belly until he reaches my pelvis. Storm adds another finger and as instructed, I spread my legs further, giving him better access. His tongue is driving me crazy, flicking and suckling and swirling.
A roaring laughter interrupts us. I open my eyes and see Arc and Crispin running towards us. Is it really bad that I want them all? "Don't stop," I command, and use my hands to press Storm's head between my legs again.
"Can we join?" Arc asks as they reach us.
Crispin shakes his head in frustration. "Has anyone actually thought to ask why she is standing here, conscious? Or are you all thinking with your dicks today?"
Storm refuses to answer, instead focussing on bringing me pleasure. Works for me.
Frost clears his throat. "Well, she's obviously okay, and I thought Storm had..."
"Typical! Wyn, I should examine you," Crispin says matter-of-factly.
Storm growls. "Piss off or join us."
Arc gives me a mock bow. "Princess, with yer permission?"
I'm too busy trying not to completely let go of all inhibition, so I just nod. The more, the merrier. A small voice in my head is telling me that this isn't me, that I'm too prude for this, but I don't care. I've got three hot Guardians around me, all intending to make me feel good.
Arc is by my side in seconds, grasping my hair with one hand and pulling me towards him. He claims my mouth at the same moment as Storm adds a third finger. Gods, this is amazing. Frost is hard against my back and with every thrust of his brother's fingers, I rub further against him.
Around us, the rainbow is sparkling. But maybe that is just my mind making up weird things in the heat of the moment.
This. Feels. So. Good.
Storm suddenly stops the amazing tongue work he's been doing. Damn that Guardian. I was so close. "Crispin, would you like to..." He falters as he looks behind him where our healer stood a moment ago.
Crispin is gone.
"Dinnae worry, Princess," Arc mumbles while stopping his wild kiss for a moment. "He's not been with a lass in a long time. We dinnae ken what's wrong with him. Just forget aboot it, it's got nothing ta do with ya."
I can't reply because his lips cover mine once more, and his tongue meets mine in an ecstatic dance. Storm slides his fingers out of me and suddenly I feel very empty. I moan against Arc's mouth. Then I hear the sound of a zip though, and I know it's not over yet.
"Lie her down," Storm says breathlessly. Gently, Frost lowers me to the ground. My breasts are swollen from the attention he's been giving them. Once I'm flat on the ground, he bends over them, taking one of my nipples into his mouth. Arc suckles on the other, while Storm spreads my legs.
Sweet Gods, am I really surrounded by three Guardians? Three hot, sexy, talented guys who make me feel better than any man has ever before.
Storm slides a finger into me again and I arch my pelvis in response, inviting him in. Then I remember that I want more.
"Storm, please," I moan, but Arc slides a finger into my mouth and silences me. I suck on it, and for some reason that feels amazing.
"Princess, you ready?" Storm asks and I lift my head to look at him. He's naked, and beautiful, and rock hard. Are all Guardians that... big? I guess I'll have to do research...
"Are you sure you want this?" Storm asks again and I nibble on Arc's finger until he pulls it out of my mouth.
"Yes, I want you," I whisper, not taking my eyes off him.
"And you don't want me?" Frost asks. I'm not sure if he's joking or if he's offended.
"I want you all."
Frost smiles and bends down, kissing me hard. I notice that my hands are lying uselessly on the ground, so I reach up and pull Arc towards me. I need all my Guardians close. That's the moment Storm enters me. He's not gentle, or slow. He pushes in and I groan in pleasure as he fills me. We're one, and many. He moves in me, and at the same time, Frost is kissing me and Arc is massaging my breasts while I touch the bulge between his legs.
We are one.
Storm is sliding in and out of me, harder and harder. I'm starting to lose control; my breath has grown erratic and my hands are balled into fists, waiting for release. Frost pulls back for a moment, and I inhale deeply. There are sparks all around us, flittering through the air like fireflies. They're tiny, but shimmering in a thousand colours. "Can you see them?" I whisper, unsure if this is just my eyes playing tricks on me.
Storm stops for a moment and I regret having asked the question. Couldn't my curiosity have waited for just a few more minutes. Well, hours. Hopefully.
Then he slams back into me and I squeal. "Yes." He slides out. "I can see them." And pushes in again, setting a new, fast rhythm. I won't last much longer.
The little sparks are forming shapes in the air, pulsing spirals, strange glittery clouds,
Something is happening. But I couldn't care less just now. My mind is blank, all that counts is the heat flooding my body, the electricity flowing through my nerves. I'm close. Someone starts rubbing my clit, but I've got my eyes closed, and it doesn't matter. It feels good. More than good. I'm floating on a cloud of bliss.
"Wyn," Storm groans, and I moan with him as he jerks and presses deep inside me, coming at the same time as my inner walls contract, hugging him tightly. I ride the climax, my body one big haven of pleasure. There are hands on me, gently stroking my skin, but I'm too exhausted to reciprocate. My Guardians, surrounding me. Storm, still inside me.
The bond is pulsating within me, and from afar I can hear my magic purr. Finally, they are satisfied.
I slowly drift back into reality. Well, whatever crazy rainbow reality we're in, anyway. I open my eyes - and blink a few times. I'm covered in glitter. The little sparkly particles that have been floating around the air have landed on my skin - they're everywhere! I look like a... well, like I stood at the wrong end of a flatulent unicorn. I lift an arm in wonder, mesmerised by the glitter reflecting the rainbow light around me.
"What the fuck is happening?" I finally ask. Judging from their confused looks, my Guardians don't know either. Storm slides out of me, leaving me with an empty feeling. I'm exhausted, but I want more. I want Frost and Arc. And Storm, again. Together, on a rainbow, covered in glitter.
I giggle, which quickly turns into a giddy laugh.
"You've broken her," Frost accuses his brother. "Now she's behaving like a... girl." He shudders as I break out in more giggl
es.
"I've never seen anything like this," Storm finally says.
"It looks like magic. Magic that isn't bound," Arc ponders, his forehead scrunched. He probably doesn't realise that he's still having a hand on my boobs. I won't tell him. The glitter doesn't seem to hurt him, so why break the delicious touch?
"But magic is always bound. It can't exist without an anchor," Storm argues. "Otherwise it would float around and do Gods-know-what. Explosions. Mutations. That kind of stuff."
I frown, the giggles suddenly gone. "Wait, so this stuff doesn't usually float around in this rainbow?"
"Rainbow?!" Storm looks at me incredulously.
"You've not noticed that we're standing on a rainbow?"
"We're on a cloud-"
"No, we're on a wave," Frost interrupts his brother.
"Lightning," Arc mutters.
"So, we're each seeing something different. How can you not know that? You've travelled through this Gate before, right?"
They look at each other.
"Aye, but usually we step in on one side and out of the other one. There's nothing in between. Nae rainbows, nae magic. Nae... sex."
I cover my face in my hands. "Is this even real?"
Frost pinches me on my hip and I yelp. He grins innocently. "Looks like it's real."
Bastard.
"Now can we get back ta the fun stuff?" Arc asks and takes his hand off my boob - and everything spins as I'm pulled away from them, along the rainbow, flying through the air, faster and faster, a cloud of glitter flying behind me. I scream. Then suddenly, there's a loop, a damn big rollercoaster loop. I flail, trying to get rid of the pull that is making me race along the rainbow, up the loop and - no, please don't let me fall - down again. I try to keep the contents of my stomach down as I spin around my own axis, unsure of what's up and what's down.
The rainbow stops and there's nothing beyond.
An invisible force grabs me and throws me and -
- I land on soft snow. There's no harsh impact, no pain. The freezing cold gnawing on my skin is letting me know that I’m still naked. Damn those boys. And where are they anyway? I look around. Behind me is a beautiful iron-wrought gate, covered in frost ferns and tiny icicles. Beyond that… a rainbow.
So it was real. The pulsing between my legs confirms that. I look down at myself. The glitter has gone, thank the Gods.
The Gate flickers and a crackling noise fills the air. From beyond the rainbow, four large shapes materialise. They grow bigger, coming closer, until my Guardians step out of the Gate. So graceful. None of them fall down like I did. Typical.
And Crispin has joined them somehow. Weird.
I sit up, but something pulls me back. I must be stuck to something on the ground. I turn to see what it is, but a collective gasp from my Guardians makes me look back at them. They’re staring at me, wide-eyed.
"Look at her! She's got... wings!"
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Skye MacKinnon tells stories about science for a living - but at night she writes fiction, mainly fantasy. When she's not writing, she's out and about with her camera, or spends time with mythical creatures and the odd vampire living in her kindle.
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She lives in Scotland with her two overly spoilt house rabbits and a few hundred self-obsessed characters constantly asking her to tell their stories. One day she will. Promise.
Other books by Skye MacKinnon
Winter Princess Series
Call of Winter
Stones of Winter
Magic of Winter
War of Winter
Arrival of Winter (7th October)
Ruined Heart Series
Heart of Time (30th September)
Anthologies
Highland Butterflies - United in Love (September)
TBC - Unusual Fairy Tales (December)
TBC - Unusual Myths (December)
Excerpt: My Winter Wolf
I began writing the Winter Princess series at the same time as my friend Arizona Tape started her Winter Wolf books. Ever since, we've been on a great journey together, reading each other's stories, giving feedback, falling in love with our characters.
So now I'm very pleased to be able to present to you the beginning of My Winter Wolf, by Arizona Tape:
It was time. Today was the day. The winter was finally here. And this year it was my turn.
This winter, the Wolf would be mine. An honour that was only granted every seven years. And this year, it was my year.
At least, it was supposed to be.
I vividly remembered the coldness from that day like it had only just happened. The wind had howled as the whole tribe had gathered in half a circle around the ancient altar. The first snow had only fallen yesterday.
The winter was here.
My whole family had respectfully bowed their heads for me as I approached the stone altar. I had always been the youngest, the forgotten one. But the Guardians had chosen me. And now, finally, it was my turn.
If everything had gone right, I would've gotten my wolf and the Great Wolf would've gotten me. But things didn't go right, no, they went horribly wrong.
I angrily gritted my teeth at the sour memory and groaned as I felt the straps of my backpack dig painfully into my shoulders, all because I wanted to climb this slope. If I didn't get over this stupid hillside, I would have to make a two days detour. And two days was a lot of time, time I didn't have to spare.
I dug my bare fingers in the cold snow as I ran up the slippery side screaming as a madman. Exhausted, I fell down on top of the hill and I happily threw a handful of snow into the air. I mentally patted myself on the back, congratulating myself for shaving off two days of harsh walking.
As I stared at the night sky, it became quite clear that sundown wouldn't be far away. I groaned as I realised I had wasted a lot of time on this slope and that there wasn't much time left to set up camp.
Instead of relaxing in the snow, I should find a clearing, get a fire going, and find suitable branches to set up my tent.
Reluctantly, I heaved the lumpy sack that didn't even deserve the name backpack on my shoulders and orientated myself back towards the East. Step by step, my feet disappeared into the fresh snow as I left a trail behind for nobody.
I had insisted that retrieving the Winter Stone was my duty as the next Guardian. I need to prove everyone I deserved to be chosen by returning our most valuable possession. The Elders had protested and told me that the Winter Stone was too valuable and that its fate shouldn't rest solely my hands, but when they asked if there was anyone willing to join me, nobody had risen to the occasion.
Instead, I had felt a bunch of angry eyes prickle on my back. The same eyes I had felt since the very moment the Elders announced I would become the next Winter Wolf.
Not that that would happen anytime soon without the Winter Stone. Our ritual was worthless without the ancient magic stowed away in the artefact. Magic that was given to us directly by the Great Wolf, a revered spirit and common ancestor.
So I had kissed my mother goodbye, hugged my grandparents and left on my journey to the East. Why East? There was only one tribe dumb enough to steal the Winter Stone and that was the Coyote Clan.
Our d
istant nephews and long time rivals. They would do anything to spite us and after many attempts, they finally seemed to have succeeded in stealing our most important relic.
With a burning hatred in my chest for the Coyotes, I stomped through the forest with more resolve until I finally found myself at a deserted clearing.
There was a heap of rocks that would more or less protect me from the howling wind and a relatively flat spot where I could sleep without the blood rushing to either my head or toes.
I dropped my backpack down and with a branch, started sweeping the snow away from the floor, hoping to expose enough terrain for a campfire and at least my tent. That was the easy task. Now I needed to find enough dry wood to get a fire going and a sturdy long branch that would support the hides I had brought with me. With the whole forest covered in a thick bed of snow, finding dry wood was like finding water in the desert. Not an easy task.
It took me until nightfall to find enough suitable branches and the darkness had fallen before I managed to spark the first bunch of tinder.
A small flame danced in my hands as I carefully fed it more wood, my breathing hitched in my throat as I prayed for the twigs to catch fire.
Luckily, it did. I let out a sigh of relief as my camp was now accompanied by a warm fire and with my heart at ease I let myself fall down on a big lump of wood that was now my chair.
From my pack, I conjured a strip of dried elk and with the fire happily dancing away, I chewed on the jerky as it filled my mouth with savoury goodness.
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