Elements of Desire

by C. M. Stunich

  "It seems to me," Warden pondered, scratching at his chin, "there are only a couple of possibilities? We can try and find another soul stone, which is about as likely as …"

  "A vaginal orgasm," I filled in for him and his eyes narrowed.

  "We can talk about that later. But yes, they're rarer than narwhal ivory cuff links. So, option two is that until we can find a different spell, we just ignore the bonds and continue to stay with you because we love each other." He paused then, chewing at his lip.

  "And option three?" I prompted. There was always an option three.

  "Option three, is we kill Gemma, and the bonds should snap back to you."

  No one spoke.

  Twisting the cap off the wine George had brought, I took a long gulp and cringed at the sour taste of the cheap, crappy Sav. Kill Gemma? Seemed like the easiest option … right?

  But, she was my twin sister. I'd just barely found out I was even adopted in the first place, and now I find out that not only do I have a twin fucking sister, but that she’s stolen my soulmate bonds from me.

  So, yeah. I should kill the bitch.

  But I wouldn’t.

  Damn it all to hell, why couldn't I just storm out there, yank her soul out of her body and then tear it into teeny-tiny pieces like confetti?

  "You can't kill your sister, Blossom," George said softly, "you'd never get over doing something like that. Don't worry, we can find another way to restore the bonds, and if not …"

  "If not?" I repeated, feeling on the verge of tears again at the prospect of losing my husbands.

  "If not, then fuck it," Billy growled, cracking his knuckles. "We don't need a magical bond to prove that we belong together."

  Warden made a noise of agreement. "I'm with Billy. I've loved you for ten years, Smokey. Even when I thought you were human. No botched spell is going to change that."

  His words touched me, and in an emotional way, not the way they were all still clearly thinking about touching me … if their unwavering hard-ass dicks were any indication of their thoughts.

  "Aw, you guys are going to make me cry again," I admitted, feeling my heart swelling with love for them all over again. I kind of wished Shane, Reg and … yeah I guess and Dustin, were here, too. But other than that, the moment was perfect.

  "I thought you weren't crying," Billy smirked. "You said you were just leaking cucumber juice."

  "Which makes so little sense, I don't even know where to start, Smokey." Warden arched a brow at me and my jaw dropped. Warden was telling me that I was talking nonsensical crap?

  "I just … never mind," I muttered. Some references were better left unexplained. "Honestly, hearing you guys say what you just said …" I trailed off and sucked in a sharp breath, praying that there wasn't any snot trying to leak its way out of my nose. How unattractive would that be? "It's one of the best things that's ever happened to me."

  I stared at my knee instead of at the guys' faces. It was too hard to look at them right now. I wasn't great when it came to intense emotions. But for the first time in my life, I felt like I could be, that I could learn to … you know, open up more than just my thighs.

  That thought made me smile.

  "There she is," Warden teased, lifting my chin with two fingers and forcing me to stare into his eyes. They were mesmerizing, swirls of color too pretty to be human. Then again, he wasn't human, none of us were.

  And that was part of the problem.

  We weren't fucking humans. We were elementals and there were dangers involved in that that I wouldn't have to worry about otherwise.

  "If you guys are now bonded to Gemma …" I started, putting two and two together. See, I was learning. I'd have this whole supernatural thing down pat in no time.

  "Then your parents could drain us through her," Billy finished and I nodded. "But Gemma's just as invested in not getting drained as you are. It's why she stayed with us as a kid. Hell, Joan and Charlie practically raised her from about twelve years on up." He frowned, the charcoal stubble around his mouth inviting my fingertips. It was almost a compulsion, that need to reach out and touch the side of his face.

  Billy turned to look at me, his dark gray hair tousled and messy, shining silver in the bright sunlight. The roughness of his hair and stubble, and the lustful gleam in his eyes made the softness of his mouth seem lush, like it'd been designed just to press up against my own.

  Leaning forward, I slanted our lips together and inhaled that campfire smoke smell that always seemed to cling to Billy's skin.

  "Even though I hate to bring up Miss Darling," I choked out, as Billy cocked a charcoal brow, my mouth still virtually pressed up against his. "I need to know what happened between her and the bio parents." My eyes narrowed as I leaned back and realized that Gram and I had unfinished business to attend to …

  "You do know your last name was Darling, too," George said softly, drawing my attention back around to him in all his bronzed glory. There was just something about him with that dark brown hair, brown eyes, and sun-tanned skin that said earth god to me, like he was some ancient reincarnation of the land itself.

  The most primal parts of me liked that a whole hell of a lot.

  "Are you serious?" I asked as I tried not to gag, and also to remember the weird rules about last names in the elemental community. Whatever, Arizona Smoke was just fine with me. The guys could take my name or take each other's or even make up brand-new ones if they wanted. Didn't matter. Last names didn't define relationships for me. Plus, you know, taking a dude's last name was totally sexist and archaic and that was so not going to happen.

  "I bet Gemma knows what the name on your birth certificate says, too," he told me softly, as if he thought the name my psycho bio parents had given me mattered. I didn't care. I'd seen my 'birth certificate' which, come to think of it, was probably a fake that Gram somehow weaseled into becoming an official record. That was good enough for me. Gram, Mom, Dad … they weren't perfect, but they'd raised me … and also, they hadn't like, tried to murder me.

  "I don't care," I said, shaking my head and tucking messy blonde hair behind my ears. "Not about that. I just want to … resolve all these plot holes." I glanced up to see if my new husbands understood my book reference. Hey, once a reader, always a reader! "What happened with Gemma and the bio parents?"

  "Joan figured out that the 'training' they were giving Gemma was actually a spell they were setting up to drain her with," Warden explained with a long sigh, mussing up his own hair with his fingers. "COCs thrust inside their back entrance—" He paused and grinned, and I gave him a look. Clearly this particular innuendo was no accident. "And confronted them. That's when they fled and went MIA. We never knew they had a missing kid though; Gemma never mentioned you before this."

  "I can't decide if she didn't know, if she was forced not to tell us, or if she intentionally kept it to herself," Billy said, placing an idle hand on my left thigh and massaging my flesh with hot fingers. Even that was enough to set my lady bits on fire. Heh, sorry but I like puns.

  "So, all her weird lovey talk about Daniel and his harem is childhood nostalgia, you think? You don't think she's working with them?"

  "It's hard to say," George continued, scooting a little closer to me. I was now penned in between two hot, naked muscular men with raging hard-ons with a third one pointing more or less at my face. It was a tad hard to concentrate. But business first, sex later. I had to stay focused on that. "But if she is working with them, then it's not us you should be worried out. She couldn't let your parents drain us even if she wanted to; if we really …" He paused to swallow and clear his throat, giving me another sympathetic look that said if you need to keep talking about this, we can do that. "If we really are bound to her, she'd be drained, too."

  "Okay, well that's a start." I took a deep breath as Warden scooted a little closer and pushed my thighs apart again. "But I'm guessing they'll still want to drain me? Ugh." I put my fingertips up and rubbed at my temples. Clearly, the kidnapped elem
ental spirits from the sewer rave had been taken for a reason. Daniel wanted more magic for this fucking war everyone was so keen on Vaguebooking about. "I feel like we're coming to a climax, but I can't predict when it's going to come or how it might insert itself into my life.”

  "Firebug, did you just hear what you said? Climax? Come? Insert?" Billy grinned at me, his tattoos sliding over his muscles as he leaned in close to me and bit my earlobe, making me shiver. "I think it's time to take advantage of the fact that we're naked, and in a bed, and on our honeymoon. A few hours of sex won't hurt. If anything, it'll relax us, clear our heads. I know I always think the most clearly after I blow a load."

  "Blow a load? Wow, you're so romantic," I said with one of my signature eye rolls. "And a few hours? That's a lot of sex." Even as I said it, my lips were curving up into a smile. "But you're right; we're only here until the end of the week. We should take advantage of it. Forty-five minutes of sex and then we're going to the waterfalls and maybe the shops afterward. There's a really great place to go wine tasting." I took the bottle George had pilfered for me and swigged as much as I could without gagging, passing it to Billy next and letting it make its way back around the circle to me. "And then, when we get home, we'll tie up these loose ends. Deal?"

  "If sex is involved," Billy growled, showing his teeth in a shit-eating grin, "then it's a deal."

  I let myself melt into the pillows as George and Billy exchanged a look and then made a coordinated effort to suck my nipples and knead my breasts, each man taking up a side. They'd just barely started when Billy started chanting in that weird elemental language and drawing runes on my tummy, little flames dancing along after his fingertips.

  "Wait!" I shouted, clamping my hands over his just as Warden got himself settled between my thighs. "What are you doing?" I remembered the guys talking about spells and chanting to get me pregnant and well, I just didn't trust them for shit. Okay, so I did trust them but I was also paranoid. "You're not trying to knock me up, are you?" Billy lifted his head to look at me with one brow cocked.

  "Uh, not unless that's what you want? Otherwise …" He tickled a few more flames across my tummy, and my glamour shattered to pieces, the colorful runes rising to life all across my skin. They were about half as bright as they’d been before, but they hadn’t been completely eradicated. Maybe, even with my bonds cut, I was marked for life? "I was just trying to do this; I wanted to see if they were still here. They are, soooo, that’s a good sign, yeah?"

  "You want a baby, Ari-Vampari?" Warden interrupted. "We should get started on that shit right now!"

  "That's a no," I said, pushing his head down between my legs and groaning as soon as his tongue found my clit piercing. "If I change my mind, I'll let ya know. For now, just give me an orgasm or two or seven."

  George trailed his lips up and across my collarbone, my neck, flicked his tongue against my earlobe. He made his way to my mouth, kissing me with a gentle but firm possessiveness that totally got me off. He was laying his claim without being an aggressive piece of shit—like Dustin. I could appreciate that.

  As our tongues tangled, and I curled my fingers into George's silky brown hair, Billy sucked and caressed my nipples with his mouth, his rough stubble scraping against the smooth mounds of my breasts. Warden took his duties down under very seriously, licking and sucking at the soft skin of my inner thighs, even stroking his fingers up and down my legs, from the arch of my foot—fuck that felt good—all the way up and under my knee, raising goose bumps on my skin.

  My mind raced with all sorts of combinations we could use for our foursome … The possibilities were … okay, not endless because really, there were only a finite amount of choices, but they were all equally intriguing.

  I let the boys work me up to a near orgasm before I pushed them away, grabbing a handful of Warden's hair and pulling his head away from my overly sensitive clit.

  "Get the pink duffel off the floor," I said, thanking the elemental plumber dragon gods sitting on their heavenly toilets above us that I hadn't gotten into any embarrassing situations in customs. Considering what I was carrying in there, it wouldn't have surprised me. "Britt bought us some goodies to play with."

  "Should I be concerned?" Warden asked, sliding off the bed with pre-cum beading on the head of his erect shaft. "Because I still can't get over that time she gave me a ball stretcher for my birthday. There is nothing sexy about a stretched nutsack, bro."

  I unzipped the bag and dug through— Oh. There was a metal ball stretcher in the bag. Hm. Britt certainly had unique tastes. I ignored it and grabbed the bag of vibrating cock rings, passing three out to the guys in the room. Sweetie that she was, she'd packed seven—just in case one broke.

  "Put those on," I said as Billy gave me a smug, stupid male look.

  "Ari, we don't need these. We can get it up as many times as you need." I narrowed my eyes on him.

  "Listen, you sexist prick," I said with a slight smile. "This isn't about just stopping you from coming so you can stay hard. It's about me enjoying the fact that you'll be sweating and struggling and praying for an orgasm that you won't get." I twirled one of the silicone rings around my finger. "Plus, it vibrates which helps with the whole orgasm thing. Remember: vaginal orgasms are akin to unicorns."

  "Unicorns exist," George said unhelpfully. "But the reality is, they're a little pervy and kind of mean."

  I chucked the silicone ring at his chest and grabbed a giant bottle of lube. It was peach-mango flavored. How nice, Britt. I'd actually never seen that flavor before, but it sounded kind of … like a blended mixed drink I'd order at a bar.

  "Fuck unicorns," I said as I kept digging through the bag, past a glass dildo, a strap-on with a silicone rainbow penis, three different vibrators, a ball-gag, some handcuffs, and some silky blue bondage rope. Jesus H. This woman had no boundaries. I mean, buying one's friend some sex toys for their honeymoon was cute but … a Blu-ray porn called Bukakke Kingdom?! That was a tad overboard. "I'd rather screw nymphos … err nymphs … err elementals." I rolled my eyes and turned so I could straddle Billy, running my fingers down his chest and tracing over the designs of his tattoos.

  His cock piercings were just begging to be touched, so I took the base of his shaft in my hand and played with the frenum piercing first, the metal inserted through that sensitive bit just below the head of his dick. I slicked my thumb over it a few times and watched his pulse go from fast to frantic in a split-second.

  "May I?" I asked, wiggling the lube and cock ring in my left hand at him.

  "Do you even need to ask?" he growled, lighting his hands with flames and grabbing onto my hips. The heat soaked into my skin and I threw my head back in ecstasy, thrusting my breasts towards his face. Billy lit the tip of his tongue with more flame and swirled it around my nipples.

  My cunt tightened, desperate to be filled and I felt this sudden urgency to just … mate him. Ugh. I was such a primal bitch sometimes.

  "Shit," I growled, taking a fistful of his hair in my right hand. "Let me get this on first."

  Billy smirked at me, his face lit with male triumph. Asshole. But then … I thought about the way he stood up to Gemma at the beach and I decided to let his bad boy attitude slide past. Flicking the cap open on the lube, I added a generous amount to his hard shaft.

  "Technically, you're not supposed to be fully hard when you put these on," I said, stretching the silicone ring over my fingers and sliding it down his thick shaft. Billy clenched his jaw tight as I worked it into place. "And you guys are all hung which sort of seems like a weird coincidence. I mean six, ripped husbands with giant cocks? That's like romance novel shit."

  "It's an elemental thing," George said from beside us, smiling as he leaned over and kissed my upper arm. I smiled back at him and then reached down to push the button on Billy’s cock ring, making it vibrate … and light up with flashing rainbow lights. "That's … interesting," George hedged, and I laughed.

  Eh, colored lights or not, I was still fu
cking Billy. I couldn't wait any longer. Leaning in close to him, I tossed the lube bottle aside and kissed his lips fiercely. My right hand slicked down his shaft and then cupped his balls with my palm, rolling them and squeezing them gently. Using my thumb, I flicked at the hafada piercing through the skin of his scrotum and yanked it a little, making him thrash beneath me.

  "Fuck this thing hurts," he snarled, grabbing at the cock ring. "All it's doing is frustrating me."

  "Get over it," I said, tucking hair behind my ear and leaning down and flicking my tongue against the tip of his dick. As I did that, I slid my right hand down and played with the piercing in his taint, the guiche piercing.

  "Shit," Billy cursed, tangling his fingers in my hair and pushing my head further down his shaft. It was a strange sensation with the vibrating, flashing cock ring, but I rolled with it, giving him the blow job to end all blow jobs and loving the fact that he couldn't come. His balls were tight and sucked up close to his body, his fingertips digging into the sheets.

  I pulled back and grinned at him.

  "You suck," he snarled, but I just flashed a cheeky smirk and turned around, pushing my cunt back against his shaft and encouraging him to line it up with my opening. Reverse cowgirl, baby, all the way.

  Rocking my hips back, I took Billy's vibrating shaft deep inside of me, sitting up so he was fully sheathed.

  "Holy hell," he cursed, almost like he was in pain. His hands latched onto my hips, flickering with the hot heat of magical flames as I started to ride him.

  "Come," I said, beckoning to Warden and George. If it seemed like I was totally loving being in charge here … I was. After the awful day I'd had, I needed this. I needed to reclaim my husbands … and then I needed to find a way to get them back. As soon as I did, I was going to beat that bitch's ass, and I was not going to take off my wedding rings.

  Grinding against Billy's vibrating shaft, I felt my body lock down hard, an orgasm tearing through me just as Warden and George found their grooves and started kissing and sucking on my neck and breasts. I came hard, sweating and panting, with Billy growling from behind me.