by J. E. Cluney
Except now I could feel Marcus’ length against my pubic region, and Skip’s was nudging my back.
I also knew Ollie had joined us too now, and was wondering just where to slot into this fun little session.
I gasped as Marcus dipped down to nibble on my neck, and my hands found his length, stroking him gently and drawing a soft moan from him.
“What does our naughty little pixie want tonight?” Lucas cooed as he rolled onto his side to watch us.
Pixie. That was always going to be what I was to them, long before my werewolf side or banshee side. It had been the main thing, and my mischief magic was always going to be my little fun flaw.
“It’s not a flaw, Bee Sting,” Skip said as he turned my head up again so he could kiss me. His light sprinkling of stubble scratched my cheek before his lips found mine, and I arched forward, my breasts pressing into Marcus as my hands faltered on his length.
The next thing I knew, I was lying flat on the bed, with Lucas hovering over me as Skip let out a startled cry.
“Did you magic me?” I growled softly, knowing the answer already. Lucas had grown incredibly strong after our bond was completed, and portals and such had become a breeze for him.
“Maybe,” he chuckled as he ran a hand down my chest, tracing around my breasts as the bed shifted under other bodies.
“Don’t steal her away,” Skip grumbled as he appeared beside me, intent to kiss me again.
I melted into the kiss, cupping his cheek as Lucas trailed his hands over my body.
Another hand touched my thighs, and I quivered at the warm touch.
Ollie had joined in, and I knew he wanted to finally taste my honey orgasm himself.
Marcus had been the main one to go down on me, and now Ollie wanted his turn.
I could hear Marcus’ soft words of encouragement in Ollie’s mind. Ollie had never gone down on a girl before, despite all his other endeavors. I found it utterly adorable that Marcus was coaching him, and Ollie spread my legs as Lucas continued fondling my breasts and kissing my chest.
Skip was claiming my mouth, and I gasped into him as Ollie’s hands began roaming over my inner thighs and teasing around my lady parts.
Heat was scorching through me at all the attention, and the scent of arousal was filling the air.
Skip’s kisses were growing more hungry, and Lucas was adding a magical flair to his touches, thrills shooting straight down to my core with each light touch of his fingers.
Skip broke away from kissing me to groan, and I took the chance to find Marcus, who was standing by the edge of the bed, watching me with deep desire.
He wanted to watch me be had by the others, which was a big change from when we’d first start being together. Not even being with Skip bothered him, it was all a turn-on now for him, which I adored.
My eyes moved, finding that Lucas had leaned over my chest to kiss Skip’s stomach, just above his erection.
Lucas’ hands were still roaming my skin, and I arched as Ollie’s fingers delved into my dripping folds.
“Fuck,” Skip groaned as Lucas sent us a mental image to switch up positions.
I was all for it, and I sat up as Ollie withdrew his fingers from within me, while Skip gave me a teasing kiss as we got into the new position.
Ollie was now laying on his back, having swiveled on the bed so that his feet were up near my pillows. I was hovering over him on all fours with my nether region over his face, with Lucas kneeling behind me and Skip kneeling in front of me.
“Here, you’ll need this,” Skip grunted as he passed a pillow to Ollie.
He slid it under his head, raising himself up so that his warm breath washed over my dampness.
I didn’t get a chance to say anything before Ollie began teasing me with his fingers and soft kisses, and I just moaned while Skip pumped himself before me.
I reached out, using one hand to keep myself righted as I played with Skip’s balls, watching as that second little head protruded from his length. That would feel different with oral.
Skip moaned at my thought, and I lurched forward, teasing the tip of his erection with my tongue while fondling his balls.
A rumble of thunder outside informed me a storm was rolling in, but I barely noticed it.
I whimpered as I felt the tip of Lucas’ member nudge my wetness, and then I was moaning, taking Skip into my mouth as Lucas pushed inside me.
Ollie was suckling on my clit, and now that I had Skip in my mouth, I moved my hand to work on Ollie’s length instead.
‘You look so good like that,’ Marcus moaned into my mind, and I knew he was slowly pumping himself as he watched.
Our bodies all moved together, and I focused on our bond, on the sensations they were all feeling along with my own.
We all made sounds of pleasure as our bodies writhed and rocked.
Skip’s second head rubbed the roof of my mouth, which was a strange sensation, but I ignored it as best I could.
Which wasn’t too hard with Lucas driving into me while Ollie worked underneath.
All the sensations, Lucas’ hand on my lower back and the other on my arse, Skip’s hands in my hair, and Ollie’s working on me, it was driving me crazy.
‘Want a touch of magic?’ Lucas offered, and I knew he was asking everyone.
‘Yes,’ I moaned.
The warmth flooded through me from his hand, and then every touch and movement was like a firework, pleasure exploding all through me.
The sounds grew louder, the grunts and moans, and our bodies quickened in movements, growing desperate and hungry.
I could feel their pleasure and excitement building as I rocked between the pair with Ollie suckling on my clit, not caring that his tongue occasionally stroked Lucas.
I wasn’t going to last much longer. None of us were.
And like the storm that had now started up outside, we crashed over the edge, lightning ripping through us as bliss encapsulated us all.
Thunder rumbled outside as I somehow managed to remain upright with the help of my guys. Ollie had lapped up my honeyed finish that had dripped out from around Lucas, utterly enjoying the unique taste before my hands on his length had pushed him over the edge with my own climax. Lucas and Skip had followed, and I swallowed the salty finish of Skip before he pulled back, allowing me to draw in ragged breaths.
The boys helped ease me down onto the bed, before sprawling out around me as we all basked in the afterglow.
I felt Marcus climb onto the bed, resting his head on my thigh.
He’d finished just from the show.
Surprisingly, with all four bodies around me, I wasn’t even hot. But I blamed Lucas for that, him and his magic.
I had Skip and Lucas nestled into each side, with Ollie lying along the top of the bed and playing softly with my hair, while Marcus was on my thigh.
And as I closed my eyes, enjoying the comfort of their bodies, I felt complete.
I felt whole.
Chapter 5
Weeks passed, and life was perfect. Work was picking up business, and Gina and Henry had to hire a young boy to be our dishwasher and allrounder, since we were getting super busy now. His job was to load the dishwasher and handle the cleaning of tables and running orders out.
I fell back into my classes with ease, catching up quickly and getting back into the groove of it. I hadn’t delved back into cases yet, as I wanted to get back on top of my studies first.
My nights were fun, be it playing games with the boys, sexy shenanigans, or practicing magic. I practiced animating bugs and using mischief magic, and I was allowed back into my pixie class when it was deemed safe by Mr Brady. My mischief magic could be drawn out without my banshee magic. Miss O’Donnell was fascinated by Walter and my powers, and with me at full power now, we began testing out my magic, practicing more and more.
We’d discovered iron now burned me a little, so Sasha was trying to teach me how to become incorporeal. It wasn’t easy at all, and the risks were th
ere as well. The last thing I wanted was to attempt to pass through a wall and get stuck midway.
We’d spent quite a few sessions on it, but it was not an easy ability to get the hang of. So far, I’d managed to take on a wispy state.
She’d tested me with the salt line and incantation again, but it proved futile. So we remained focused on the intangibility power instead.
I was enjoying it all, and I’d spoken to Walter once more after a week, finding he’d updated his attire to a modern style blood-red suit. He had informed me he was learning so much still. Mostly just how much the world had changed, relaying historical events to me that he’d investigated in detail. He was enjoying himself, which pleased me, strangely.
Emma and George were going well, and they began hanging out with us some afternoons when we’d organize a full game night or barbecue. The guys all got along with him, and I loved having Emma around.
Everything was going great, my grandmother and cousin were coming over for my birthday, and Dixon and Natalie were coming to visit as well.
Lucas had taken me to the movies for our first proper date together, while Skip had taken me down to the coast to a special shifter beach, where I met a few mermaids and mermen.
We’d had a magical night in the water, which had ended in us having some sex on the beach.
Something I’d advise against for future. Sand got everywhere, and I was not a fan of that aspect.
Now, only two weeks out from my birthday, I sat with Ollie, Lucas, and Skip, under our fig tree eating lunch.
And as if the universe decided my good run had to come to an end, Glenda appeared.
I instantly scowled as I spied the bright pink from the corner of my eye as Skip and Lucas laughed about Skip’s attempt to eat the entire taco he’d ordered in two bites and failing miserably.
“Gum-ball is coming,” I murmured to Ollie, who frowned before realizing what I meant. He groaned as he avoided looking behind him where she was coming up.
“Hey Ollie!” she called out, and her voice grating on my nerves.
She had a serious pink smokey eye going on, and I wanted to scream at her that all that pink was not sexy. It was girly and stupid, and it made her look like a child.
“Really? Go away,” Skip groaned as he turned to give her a dark look.
“I’m not talking to you,” Glenda spat, before plastering a smile on and turning to look at the back of Ollie’s head. “So, my parents are throwing a get together on the weekend, I thought you might like to come?”
I had to grit my teeth to keep from gaping at her. Was she serious?
“I’m busy,” Ollie shrugged as he turned, shuffling himself closer to my side.
I had to fight the pleased smirk that wanted to spread across my face.
“Oh, well, if you change your mind,” Glenda said nonchalantly, but I could see the rejection had made her fume.
“He won’t,” Lucas added, tossing his apple in the air and catching it with ease as he leaned against the fig tree.
Glenda shot him a furious look before focusing back on Ollie.
“Well, if you ever want to talk, I’m here. After all, no one forgets their first,” she said sweetly.
I couldn’t help it, that was like a blow to the gut, and I had to focus on my magic, because it was flaring up like a maniacal beast.
But even with my full banshee powers now, I still had poor control over my mischief magic.
The apple, that was in midair as Lucas tossed it up again, roared, and hurtled at Glenda with a vengeance.
Fuck my life and my magic.
It struck her hard in the chest, making her stumble backwards as the red monstrous fruit clawed its way up her pink blouse. It had sprouted little arms and was screeching.
“You’re such a freak!” Glenda shrieked as she swatted at the apple.
I had to say, I was impressed. That apple was dodging her flailing arms like a little ninja, jumping around her blouse before pulling itself up on her shoulder. It was determined not to get hit.
‘As amusing as this is, you should stop this,’ Lucas sighed. I knew he was enjoying this, as was Skip, who was laughing at the entire thing as Ollie just watched with a small smile.
But Lucas had to be logical, and this had happened too many times now. I was bound to get in trouble for it soon.
I rolled my eyes, drawing the magic from the apple, and watching as it tumbled off her shoulder and hit the ground with a soft thud.
“Please leave us all alone, for your own sake,” I sighed.
Glenda was fuming as she kicked the apple to the side, and Lucas let out a disappointed breath at the loss of his lunch.
“She has a point. Ollie is mated now, you need to let it go and leave him alone,” Skip said as he sipped a ginger beer.
Glenda froze at this. I guess she hadn’t got the memo.
“You’re… mated?” she turned those startled blue eyes on Ollie.
“Yes, I am. And I couldn’t be happier,” Ollie said as he slid an arm around my waist.
The utter hatred and fury that sparked in her eyes didn’t even make me flinch.
I had the touch of death, bitch. You don’t scare me.
Glenda somehow had the good sense to keep her mouth shut, instead forcing a harsh smile at Ollie before storming off.
Finally. I was getting sick and tired of hearing her trying to flirt with Ollie in his shifter classes, which he had now rejoined. He’d been wanting to save her feelings, mostly shrugging her off, but it was clear she had no intention of letting up now that he was no longer cursed.
“About time,” Skip sighed.
I bit into my sandwich, keeping my mouth shut about the whole thing while taking comfort in Ollie’s arm around my waist.
But the way Glenda had glared at us before storming off, it made my stomach tighten.
She wasn’t just going to let this one go.
I carefully knelt down, holding my camera at the ready as I clicked off a few photos of the flowers, making sure to zoom in and get a few close-ups of the small bee.
I’d been practicing with my camera lately, taking a little bit of time out every few days to play with it and snap some shots in the backyard.
I intended to go with Ollie to his grandfather’s place after uni tomorrow and take some photos of the horses.
“I see you’re having fun with that,” Lucas noted as he joined me in the backyard, following me as I walked between the fruit trees looking for another good shot.
“I am, thanks,” I murmured as I spied a butterfly perched on an unripened mandarine on the fruit tree. I froze, looking through my lens and zooming in to capture a few shots of the black and blue butterfly.
It fluttered off after a moment, and Lucas moved forward to touch the mandarine, a soft purple glow emanating from his fingers.
I watched as the fruit ripened right before my eyes, and then he yanked it off the branch, pulling it apart to eat.
“Classes are going well then. Still working on the incorporeal stuff with Sasha?” he asked after swallowing.
“Yeah, it’s not as easy as my scream,” I admitted.
“And the mischief magic classes are going well too,” he noted, having delved into my mind for the answers. I’d been doing quite well in them, learning to animate other objects without tinging it with banshee magic. It still had a mind of its own a lot, and I accepted that may forever be a part of me.
“You’ve been talking with your parents,” I said, catching the memory from his mind.
He’d seen his mother twice over the past few weeks, and it seemed that their broken relationship might even be repairing itself, slowly. And he’d been talking to his father more. That was going to be a long road, but I was glad they were talking.
As for his sister, he didn’t care much for getting her involved in his life. She was prudish and self-centered. At least she intended to move away when she finished her accounting degree.
“Yeah, my mother, she’s coming around.
I think she misses me,” Lucas said softly, but I knew he was torn. He wanted to let her back in, but he’d been so hurt by his family.
“She’s your mom, of course she misses you,” I said softly as I put the camera strap back over my neck and let it hang.
“It’s not something that can just be fixed,” he sighed as he continued focusing on the mandarine.
“I know, but she’s trying, even your dad is talking to you more,” I pointed out.
“I know,” he murmured, tossing the remnants of his mandarine under the tree to mulch. He’d obviously lost interest in the rest of it.
“She’s been bringing up old stories about when we were children. I think she wants to fix my relationship with Cathy too, but that’s a lost cause. She’s invited me over for morning tea on Sunday. I was hoping, if you were working the afternoon shift, maybe you’d come with me,” he asked sheepishly, giving me that gorgeous lopsided smile.
“Of course, I’m pretty sure I’m doing the afternoon shift from memory,” I smiled.
“She wants to meet you. She’s glad I’ve found someone, but I think the whole multiple mates things is a bit difficult for many to get their head around. Even my father. He’s not brought it up at all since he discovered we were mated, only to do the tests on us all. I think it weirds him out a little, since he knows what I’m like,” Lucas said.
I knew he meant his father had a pretty clear idea that he was happy to mess around with the guys too, something his father didn’t agree with.
“He’s just old school in his thinking. Some people are just like that,” I assured him. It was true, some people were so set in their beliefs and ways that anything out of the ordinary was weird for them. At least he kept it to himself mostly, especially since he was the Area Enforcer.
“He’s fine with others though, right?” I checked, and Lucas jumped into my mind to get some clarity on my vague question.
“Yeah, when he’s working, he doesn’t give off any anti-gay vibes. He’s strictly professional. But with his own son at home, he was a little more blunt,” he muttered.
“I’m sorry,” I said, stepping closer to him and taking his hand.