“Jeez, you’d think you guys were all about to lose your virginities,” I joke around a moan as Elias slips a slick finger into my entrance.
“Being in a house with you and giving you space is the definition of blue balls,” Damian says and then kisses me roughly, then he moves to kiss Rhett. The two slam their mouths together and grab roughly at each other’s faces. I watch in fucking horny glee as they make love to each other’s mouths, their cocks hardening in their pants, just as Elias pushes in a second finger and sucks hard on my clit. I scream out my release, my own fingers digging into the sheets below me as I feel my core squeezing at Elias’ fingers. Landyn swallows my screams by plunging his tongue into my mouth, his hand roughly gripping one of my breasts.
Rhett and Damian begin quickly undressing each other, and I can’t take my eyes off them. Muscle against muscle, hardness against hardness, they come together, and I can’t help but marvel at the fucking beauty of it.
“Come here, mi Luna,” Damian growls, pulling me onto my knees and between them. Their hard cocks brush against my skin, the tips wet with pre-cum. They work me over, one on each side, kissing down the column of my neck to my breasts. Damian’s large hand slaps at my ass, then he rubs and squeezes at the area. I throw my head back as Rhett’s fingers slip down to drag through my wetness, and he pinches my sensitive clit.
“I want you to fuck me, Rhett,” I moan, and his eyes blaze as I say the words. I drag my nails slowly down his chest, causing him to shiver, and I smile evilly, prepared to torture these men now. “And I want Damian to take you from behind while you fuck me.”
“Fuck, yes,” Damian growls, his cock twitching against me. I turn to lie back down, then pull Rhett between my legs and level his cock with my entrance. I shudder in eagerness when I hear the lid of the bottle of lube from my nightstand popping open, then watch Damian squirt a generous amount into his palm and drag it slowly up and down his cock. Rhett pushes into me, and I suck in a quick breath, thoroughly enjoying the stretch of his thick cock. His forehead comes to mine, and I look into his eyes and see the exact moment that Damian penetrates him, as his eyes flare with pleasure. His guttural moan pairing with Damian’s has me squirming beneath them, needing friction on my needy clit.
“Elias,” I moan out, looking for my fallen angel. “I want to taste you.” I bite my lip as he moves closer to me, and his cock bounces into my vision, looking painfully hard. I grip the base, squeezing gently and pulling a heavy sigh from his lips. I pull him towards me until the tip is just inches away from my lips, and I blow out lightly. I watch as his thick thighs tighten in front of me, then his fingers come down to lace in my hair, urging me toward him. I smile, then pause as a soft moan leaves my lips when Damian slams into Rhett, causing his pelvis to grind against my clit.
Elias groans loudly as his fingers pull at my hair, causing feelings of pleasure-pain from the pricks at my scalp. “Fuck, mi alma. Please do not torture me. Te necesito tan malo.”
“Tómalo mi amor,” I whisper to him in Spanish, even though I rarely speak it since leaving my human parents. I drag my tongue against the tip, then move to flick it against the underside of his sensitive head. “Toma tu placer de mi.”
His eyes burn brightly at my words, and I loosen my throat, allowing him to fuck my mouth. My fingers clutch at Rhett’s shoulders as he rides me into oblivion, and Damian fucks me with Rhett’s cock. I moan as Landyn’s fingers move to my clit, circling the needy bundle, and I feel my climax approaching rapidly. Rhett groans loudly, and I feel his cock begin pulsing inside me as his hot cum shoots inside me. His orgasm pushes Damian and I over the edge, and my screams of pleasure are muffled around Elias’ cock as that too begins pulsing in my mouth. I greedily swallow every drop of his cum, licking every inch of his cock as he pulls it from my mouth, then I look up at him, delirious with pleasure. Damian kisses the back of Rhett’s neck as his cock slips from the other man’s ass, and they move away from between my legs. I immediately miss their warmth, until it’s replaced by my quiet griffin shifter, who’s been silently watching the show.
“Hello, baby girl,” Landyn breathes, his eyes flashing the gold of his griffin’s as he looks me over. He crushes his lips to mine, and I gasp as I feel his cock drag against me, my pussy immediately ready for more. “I felt that I should wait, let the others take their pleasure first. To give you pleasure first. Not keeping you when I should’ve is something that I’ll always regret. I made you wait for me to pull my head out of my ass, but they didn’t. I’ll forever be trying to make that up to you.” He pauses, his words making little cracks in my heart as I look up at him, then I gasp as he presses the head of his cock to my entrance. Even with the mixture of my cum and Rhett’s, he has to wait for me to adjust to his width, since his cock is the thickest of my men’s. The pleasure is pushing me to thrust up and drive him deeper. To give me the friction I so desperately crave.
His eyes never leave mine as he pushes into me in a torturously slow progression, and his voice rasps as he goes on, “Because you, baby girl, deserve everything that we have to give. Every single piece of us.” I gasp as he bottoms out, hitting the most sensitive place inside me as he begins to slowly pump in and out. “I promise that you now have every piece of my heart and soul. I’m completely yours, and I’ll never leave your side again.”
My heart cracks, and my vision clouds as tears well in my eyes. “I love you, Landyn,” I choke out as my legs wrap around his waist to push him deeper inside me. “Now take me, hard and fast, because I’m yours.”
My orgasms begin to cloud together as they all shower me with love, taking every ounce of pleasure from my body. They surround me in their light, embracing my darkness.
We walk into the tattoo parlor in town, Lady Blue Tattoo, and I jump on a large, blue plush couch in the sitting room while Landyn sits down beside me. “Your first tattoo,” he says thoughtfully, dragging a finger along the exposed top of my breast. “What do you think you’ll be getting?”
I pinch my lips together, trying to hide a smile. “You aren’t getting it out of me. It’s going to be a surprise.” I point to the rest of my men threateningly. “Now all of you zip it.”
They laugh out loud, and Damian puts his hands up in innocence. I watch as they each sit down in the various chairs in the large room and I jump up to flip through the designs displayed along the walls.
“None of you have told me what you guys are getting.” I pout, looking over to Rhett with my bottom lip pushed out.
“You have your secrets and we have ours, beautiful,” Rhett says pointedly, causing me to stick my tongue out at him. I watch as a perky, platinum blonde woman stands behind the counter, and gives care instructions to a large man with a sleeve tattoo on his right arm. The man is almost completely tattooed from head to toe and it seems like he is determined to fill all the empty space, what little is left at least. I go back to sit with my men and my legs immediately start bouncing in anxiety and it feels like sweat is now trickling down my spine.
“Nervous?” Elias asks, pulling me into his side. Landyn groans and puts his hand on my thigh so that he’s still touching some part of me. My poor griffin shifter constantly has anxiety running through him and seems to find comfort in my touch. It makes my heart flutter a little knowing that I can bring him such comfort. I wink at him saucily and he just smiles and shakes his head as his hand tightens on my thigh.
“Mi Luna, settle down. You’re running a mile a minute,” Damian teases from across the coffee table between us, watching as I nervously bounce and flip through magazine after magazine.
“You’d think you’d be used to getting poked by now,” Rhett jokes, then flashes a sexy wink at me.
“Don’t be crass, Rhett,” Damian scolds, but barely hides a smile.
“If you ever want to poke me again, you’ll behave,” I say, scrunching my nose at him. I watch the large, tattooed man leave the store and the woman helping him smiles at me warmly. I stand up and begin to walk over to her.
“Stay here,” I order the guys, pointing at them threateningly and allowing a small, black spark to pop from my finger. The guys all try to keep straight faces, pretending to be scared, and I laugh loudly. Shitheads.
“I’m Calluna. Those four monsters and I are here for our appointment,” I say, looking back at the monsters in question.
The woman laughs, and looks over my shoulder at them. “I’m Dahlia. Welcome to Lady Blue Tattoo! I know we spoke about what you wanted on the phone, but do you know what they’re getting? If not, I’m sure I can figure out their heart’s desire.”
“No,” I say stubbornly, pinching my lips in annoyance. “They won’t tell me. But they also don’t know what I’m getting, so shhh,” I tell her conspiratorially, making her laugh.
“Perfect,” Dahlia replies. “I’ll take you, then Gray and Milo can take two of your men.” She pauses as if embarrassed. “I’m sorry, that was presumptuous of me.”
“Nope, you’re right. They’re all mine,” I reply, letting my eyebrows rise and fall meaningfully.
She smiles and points towards the rooms next to the counter. “Well, we have private rooms for the tattooing, so they won’t be able to see anything going on. Do you know which two will be going first?”
“Lemme check,” I reply with a smile and walk over to the guys. “So which two of you are getting poked first?” I ask flirtily, my lips pursed to hide a smile.
“You know I’m always down for getting poked.” Rhett stands, then grabs my hips and pulls me against him forcefully. He presses a hard kiss to my mouth and bites my lip as he pulls away, successfully getting me all hot and bothered before walking behind me and greeting one of the other artists.
I bite my lip, hard, to hide the moan that wants to escape and look over my shoulder to see Rhett clasping the attractive woman’s hand. “Hey, sweetheart! I’m Rhett.”
“Gray,” the woman with half a wolf tattooed on both arms looks Rhett up and down and winks at him. “Tell me where to poke you, darling.”
I shake my head with a slight smile as I look to my other men, raising my brows. “Who else?”
Landyn stands and walks over to me, then places a gentle kiss on my lips. “Elias will go, baby girl. Want me to hold your hand?”
“Yes,” I say nervously, looking up into his gorgeous brown eyes. “But no peeking, Lan. I mean it.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he says with a smile as he clutches my hand and allows me to pull him over to the chair. Elias gets up and moves over to sit in the third chair, introducing himself to a hot as sin guy named Milo. Fuck, now I know why it’s called Lady Blue Tattoo. This guy is gorgeous enough to give anyone blue ovaries and Gray is all boobs and ass herself.
When we get into the room Dahlia directed us to, my grip tightens on Landyn’s hand as she looks at him in question. “He promised to not peek. He’s here for moral support.”
Sure, it seems fucking silly that in the past few days, I’ve been attacked by one of my newfound brothers, tortured by my newfound father, then got involved with some freaky fucking magic to reduce said father into a puff a smoke, and yet it’s the tattoo that has me sweating. Fear is irrational, shut up.
“Okay, take your shirt off and lie down on your chest,” Dahlia says as she walks into the room. I pull my shirt off and watch Landyn’s eyes dilate as he takes in my purple lace bra, even though he already saw it this morning.
“Where is this tattoo going?” Landyn asks, his voice cracking a bit.
Dahlia smiles reassuringly as she begins getting her tools ready.
“It’s on my upper back, just below my neck, but that’s all you’re getting. Now remember, no peeking!” I tell him with a grin of my own. I have a whole vision of the tattoo I want, something that includes a piece of each of my men. I picked the spot because it turned me on a lot to think of one of my men riding me from behind, pulling my hair, my back arched, with the perfect view of the tattoo dedicated to myself and them. Okay, now I’ve gotten myself all hot and bothered. I lie face down and turn my head to the side so I can look at Landyn as it happens.
“Are you ready?” Dahlia asks, turning on the tattoo gun.
“Yes,” I reply shakily and squeeze Landyn’s hand.
Dahlia immediately gets to work and it hurts a lot less than I thought it would. It’s more of a scraping sensation than anything, and once she finishes the outline, I feel myself relaxing more. Landyn’s eyes never leave mine, not once. His gaze doesn’t move to my back to steal a glance of the tattoo, he just keeps his eyes on me and my heart melts in a puddle. I swear this leather chair will need to be cleaned when we’re done. Sweat, tears, possible excitement, and now melted heart. Gross.
“Do you ever fuck on these chairs?” I ask, standing to marvel at my tattoo in the mirror after she’s finished. Landyn turns respectfully, knowing I want to show all the guys at once.
“Um, no. Can’t say I have,” Dahlia replies with a snicker.
“Are you telling me that you aren’t fucking either of those sexy tattoo artists out there?” I gasp, bumping my elbow into her side conspiratorially as she helps me pull my shirt back on.
“Definitely not. Gray is my close friend, and her brother, Milo, is very taken.”
I make a clicking noise with my tongue as I look her up and down. “Well, you’re too hot to let all this go to waste,” I say with a wink, and I swear she blushes just a tiny bit, giving me the perfect idea.
We walk out into the main room and I see that Rhett and Elias are back in the sitting room, Damian is absent, and Gray’s standing outside one of the rooms, motioning for Landyn. I press a kiss to his lips, thanking him for being there for me during my tattoo and walk back to the other guys. They each try to sneak looks at my back or try to trick me into telling them, but I hold strong.
The guys finish up and come back to the sitting room, then Elias goes to the counter to pay for all the tattoos. When I tried to argue he just said something about angel money, whatever the hell that means. The other men start walking out to the SUV, and I sit in the waiting room as Elias finishes paying. As he does, I dig through my purse, grabbing the small stack of red sticky notes I keep in there and jot a note down on one, then press it firmly to the Love Blooms book and leave it in the corner of the sitting area. A little gift to Dahlia, I think with a smile.
Landyn rushes home, talking about wanting to rip my shirt off to see how sexy my tattoo looks, and I’m bouncing with nervous energy, hoping they love it as much as I do. The perfect tribute to the men that helped me find the light in my darkness. Men that share much of the same darkness I possess, just in different ways. Men that I know have captured my entire heart, forever.
Elias throws me over his shoulder, carrying me up the flights of stairs to my apartment, and I laugh the whole way up as I kick my legs against him. “Juniper!” I yell out, between gasps of laughter. “Send the flying dildo monkeys!” Tears stream down my face as I hear a door open and multiple dildos come flying from all directions, smacking Elias in the face, arms, and chest. One of them even smacks my ass, causing Elias to almost drop me as laughter overtakes him.
“What the fuck is happening?” he growls, swatting at the flying phallic objects.
“Just a little dildo magic.” I grin widely as he sets me down.
When we get into my apartment, I pull my shirt off and show them my new tattoo, dedicated to them and myself. Their growls of pleasure and possession are all that I need. I even get my wish of being fucked from behind by each of my men as they roughly pull my hair back, showing off the tattoo with two large, black angel wings, griffin talon marks, and two silhouettes of a meerkat and a fennec fox--branding them as forever mine.
Out of Darkness
Cometh Light
Calluna Tattoo Painting done by Janet Bingham Rose
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Dahlia by Tabitha Barret
Little girls are supposed to draw pictures of rainb
ows and unicorns, so when I started drawing monsters in the shadows, people acted as if something was wrong with me. They didn’t know I could predict the future. As I got older, I adapted and became a tattoo artist who gave helpful advice to skeptics.
Unfortunately, my abilities have caused other kinds of problems, especially when it came to romance. Can you imagine meeting a fun, handsome guy who seems interested in you but instead of envisioning yourself having a good time with him, you can only see how things will end? Breakups are worst, especially when you never got to the good parts. That’s why I refuse to date anymore.
Now, I feel like everything is about to change. I keep drawing the same symbol over and over again. Is it a warning or it is a sign of something good headed my way? I’m not sure, but I’m positive that it involves the intriguing men I’ve just met.
Dahlia is an Adult RH Paranormal Romance / Fantasy Romance in the Silver Springs shared universe.
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