by Sadie Moss
I’m just about to switch sides again when three sharp raps at the door make me pause. Asher and Cam both pause too, and I can feel Ash’s smile against the back of my neck, where he was trailing kisses along my skin.
“Who is it?” I call, breaking my kiss with Cam.
“Dmitri.”
I glance at Cam, then turn to face Asher, lifting my eyebrows. “What do you guys say? Should we improvise?”
Cam’s chuckle rumbles in his chest, and Asher raises his voice to call, “Come in!”
A second later, the door pops open. Dmitri steps inside, a knowing look already on his face. We kind of gave up the game when Asher was the one to invite him in.
“What’s going on in here?” the dark-haired mage drawls as he stalks toward the bed—but he must already have a pretty good idea, because he starts taking off his shirt before he’s even finished speaking.
“We just thought we should celebrate.” Cam’s smile beams in the hazy morning light. “Big day and all.”
“It is.” Dmitri’s dark eyes flicker with a promise that makes my pussy clench. “We better make it a big celebration.”
Cam and Asher scoot back a little, giving me room to roll onto my back as Dmitri crawls onto the bed with us, making a beeline for me. He drapes his large, broad-shouldered body over mine, settling himself between my legs as he devours me with a searing kiss.
The two other men converge on me again, exploring the rest of me with their lips and hands as Dmitri angles his head to take our kiss even deeper. I wrap my legs around him, hooking my ankles just above his ass as tingles spread through my body, an overload of sensation from being touched in so many places at once.
Just as Dmitri breaks away, giving us both a chance to catch our breath, another firm knock sounds at the door.
All four of us swivel our heads to look at the large oak door on the other side of my bedroom.
Then all four of us—even Dmitri—burst into laughter.
“Who is it?” I call, even though process of elimination has already given me my answer.
“I think you know who, Reckless.” Roman’s voice is tinged with dry humor.
“Come in!” Cam lifts his voice, amusement still gleaming in his blue eyes.
We all scramble up to our knees as Roman pushes the door open, and heat fills his expression at the sight that greets him. We’re all topless, and I’m sure my skin is flushed, my lips swollen, and my hair a mess. The other three look a bit disheveled too, and Roman seems to like everything about it.
“You’re late,” Cam jokes as I crawl a little closer to the edge of the bed, anxious to kiss my fourth boyfriend.
Roman cracks a smile. “Clearly.”
“You better catch up then.”
That’s all it takes. Roman doesn’t hesitate, striding across the room as he tugs his shirt off. He’s bare-chested by the time he reaches us, and he hooks one arm around my waist, dragging me a little closer to the edge of the bed and bending me backward with his kiss. I grab onto his shoulders for balance, holding on tightly as he kisses me like a starving man.
I hope he always kisses me like this.
I hope he’s always a little bit starved for me.
Three other bodies gather around us—Asher and Cam on my left and right and Dmitri behind. They all made quick work of the rest of their clothes while I was distracted by Roman, and my hands drift down to feather over Cam and Asher’s cocks, trusting Roman to hold me up as he continues to kiss me. The two men murmur appreciatively, and I keep teasing them as Dmitri peels my pajama bottoms and panties down my legs.
I shift my weight to help him tug them over my knees and off, and then I feel his chest at my back, pinning me between him and Roman. He fists his cock, dragging it through my folds from behind, groaning when he finds me soaking wet.
“Are you ready for us, Princess?”
Fuck, yes. Always.
I mutter a “yes” that gets swallowed up by Roman’s kiss immediately, and Dmitri squeezes the head of his cock inside me. He doesn’t drive in balls-deep immediately. Instead, he works his way in inch by torturous inch, seeming to take great pleasure in watching my kiss with Roman grow more and more desperate as arousal flares through my body.
Finally, he bottoms out inside me, his pelvis flush against my ass. I feel utterly helpless suspended between these two men, held up by their large bodies and impaled on Dmitri’s cock—but I feel utterly safe too.
“Goddamn. Best fucking place in the world,” the man behind me mutters before he begins to thrust in long, even strokes.
Cam and Asher are still worshipping every inch of me they can reach, and every time Dmitri thrusts into me, my clit rubs against Roman’s cock through the layer of fabric between us.
I don’t even bother trying to fight the building pleasure or trying to control my movements. I just give in, letting the torrent of sensations sweep me away. I’m so close to coming, so damn close, when Dmitri pulls out of me. I let out a shocked, disbelieving sound, and his answering chuckle makes my pussy clench.
“Don’t worry, Princess. We’re not done yet.”
The three men on the bed help me lie back as Roman shucks his pants, and almost as soon as I hit the mattress, he’s between my legs, settling his narrow hips between my thighs and thrusting into me. I moan, arching my back at the perfect feeling of fullness. Asher and Cam don’t let the opportunity go to waste, ducking their heads to lap at my nipples. Dmitri pins my hands above my head with his larger, calloused ones, and all I can do is twist and writhe as I come on Roman’s cock.
“God, yes! Oh, fuck. Fuuuck.”
Possessive satisfaction sparks in Roman’s eyes, and he thrusts several more times, breathing heavily as I tighten around him in the aftershocks of my orgasm.
When he pulls out, I feel bereft. But I don’t complain this time.
Because like Dmitri said, we’re not done yet.
Hands lift me again, turning me over and placing me on all fours. I end up oriented toward Asher, and lucky me, my face is at cock-level. I lean forward, wrapping my mouth around his shaft, just as Cam shuffles into place behind me. All four of the men are breathing more heavily, and so am I, as the blond mage slides smoothly into me. My body is more than ready for him, and as Cam begins to thrust, I try to stay focused on Asher, wanting to drive him as crazy as I feel.
“You’re so gorgeous like this, Elle,” the man before me murmurs. “The way you trust us. The way you take care of us. You’re beautiful.”
There are murmurs of agreement from the other men, and I wish I could say something back, but my mouth is kinda busy right now. So instead, I tell him without words, relaxing my throat to try to take more of him in as I moan around his cock.
I’m already working up to another orgasm, especially with Dmitri’s hand gliding down my stomach to massage my throbbing clit and Roman’s fingers rolling and pinching my nipples.
But before I do, our configuration switches again. A different cock slides into my pussy, and a new one finds my mouth.
We switch again, and again, moving around on the bed as we do, taking up every inch of available space on the king-sized mattress. The combinations change, but there’s always someone inside me, someone else in my mouth or my hand, and several mouths and hands on me too.
I lose track of how many orgasms I have. Some of them tear through my body like fire, and some move through me like a slow wave, drowning me in pleasure.
The men don’t all come at once, but it’s better this way, because I get to be connected to each one of them—my mouth on them or my pussy clenching them tight—as I feel them finally lose control.
Dmitri is the last to finish, and he braces himself over me as he slips a hand between us, coaxing one last orgasm out of my exhausted, sated, sweaty body.
“Fucking hell.”
His voice is raspy and strained as he slams into me, coming hard inside me.
When he pulls out, everyone flops down onto the bed in a tangle of limb
s. For several long moments, none of us move, just getting our breath back and enjoying lying together like this.
The mantra I repeated as I stared at the ceiling earlier is finally true. Now I’m sleepy.
I’m just starting to slip into a light doze when Asher lifts his head. “We really should get up and get ready. We don’t want to be late.”
Everyone groans. Because we’re lazy and sex-exhausted. Sexhausted.
He’s right though, and as soon as I remember why we have to get up, a thrill of excitement ripples through me, making my eyes pop open. This is what woke me up so early this morning in the first place.
Today is the first day of our new job on the task force.
It doesn’t have an official name yet, but I’m sure we’ll think of something. Well, actually, I already thought of a few names, but Aurora shot them all down. “You are not going to be named after a superhero group,” she snapped after I suggested Doom Patrol and the Justice League.
Personally, I think she’s wasting a huge opportunity, but oh well.
Roman’s going to be splitting his time between Griffin and the task force, but the other three men will be on it full-time with me. He loves teaching, and I would never want to take that away from him, but I think he’s ready for something new too. He’s spent so much of his time working out in the world, bringing justice to people and fighting, that I don’t think he’d be completely happy just being a professor. Now he can do both.
“Yeah. Okay, okay, you’re right. We’ll get up.” I make a contented noise in my throat as I raise my arms overhead, stretching out the kinks in my deliciously sore body.
“I call the shower first then.” Cam sits up, shoving a hand through his disheveled blond hair.
“No, you don’t, you fucker—” Dmitri yells, but Cam’s already teleported into the bathroom and locked the door.
Dmitri jumps out of bed and phases right through the door, and a second later, I can hear scuffling and cursing on the other side.
“Just shower together, you five-year-olds!” Roman yells.
“He hogs the water!” I hear Dmitri yell back, his voice muffled.
I laugh. Everyone’s so relaxed with each other, teasing and goofing off. They all love each other, and somehow, they all love me too. We’re a family, a unit.
Sometimes, I can’t quite believe it. This feels… insane, that we’re so happy together, that I actually get to have this. After so many years of struggling on my own, trying to take care of Maddy alone, to have a family like this feels incredible.
But it is real.
It’s real, and it’s my every day, my new normal.
Looking back, it’s hard to believe that I almost didn’t go to Griffin Academy. That I almost took the easy way out and let Aurora take my magic instead.
The past three years definitely haven’t been easy.
There’s no denying that learning to control my powers, meeting four incredible men who knocked my world off its axis, and going up against the most powerful mage the modern world has ever seen was the hard way.
But it was so fucking worth it.
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Second, this isn't even my life.
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Oh, and everybody keeps calling me Roxie--which is definitely not my name.
There's obviously been some kind of mix-up, but I can't let anyone here know that, or I'll be in serious danger.
So that leaves me with only one option: pretend to be this Roxie chick until I can figure out a way back to my world.
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