by L. A. Boruff
As the pulsing faded, Rawlins moved, taking Lowe’s spot, while Lowe shifted aside, taking my nipple in his mouth. Fen pulled out of my mouth, and I took him in hand while Marrok slid to the side, allowing me access to his pulsing dick. I took my time with Rok in my mouth, exploring each piercing with the tip of my tongue along the way.
Rawlins pistoned in and out of me with such force, that I arched my back as another climax rocketed through me. Without slowing, he revved me up for another as Fen came in my hand and Marrok shouted out his release into my mouth.
I struggled to keep up, but an inner voice, one I’d never heard before, growled, “Swallow all of him! It is our privilege to take in the Knight’s essence.”
I followed her orders, my mind reeling as the threads of magic expanded further in my mind. Lowe whispered in awe, as I swallowed down each and every sweet drop Marrok gave me. “Your wolf has come. She is magnificent.”
The others growled in unison, and the tenacity of our coupling changed. Glimpses of their wolves flashed as the shifted positions yet again, this time with Fen pressing in and out of my core and Lowe and Rawlins taking turns in my mouth. I lost sight of Marrok for a time, but then suddenly cried out as his finger breached my most forbidden place.
My wolf purred to me as his finger worked in to another knuckle. “No place is forbidden to our mates. You will enjoy this, Unifier.”
And I did.
They moved me again, so that I straddled Marrok while Rawlins slowly pressed himself into my backside. It was too much. It was incredible.
“Relax, Unifier.”
I released my muscles, and the head of Rawlins’ cock slid almost effortlessly into my ass. The pressure was amazing. As he pushed, the friction of Marrok’s piercings reached a new level. I screamed, my voice giving out as I came so violently I lost time.
Slowly, I began to feel Rawlins sliding slowly in and out of me in time with Marrok. Lowe stood to my right, and I turned my head to take him into my mouth, and Fen stood to the left, where I gripped him, sliding my hand back and forth the way my wolf and his guided in my head.
All four of them in me in some way.
All four of them mine.
In and out. Push and release.
The magic that tied us together swirled in my vision, a luminescent amber much like that of Fen’s eyes, and with a blinding burst of power, all five of us exploded in climax.
Panting, draped across Marrok’s stomach, Rawlins leaning on my back and Fen and Lowe both collapsed on the bed beside us...I smiled.
Fen quirked an eyebrow at me. “What is it?”
Tilting my head just enough to be able to catch Rawlins in my peripheral, I grinned.
“I finally feel it.”
Marrok shifted beneath me. “Feel what, love?”
I laughed.
“Lucky.”
About the Author
Author HK Khan lives in a world where daydreaming is encouraged, and reality is what you make of it. She lives in the beautiful Sierra Nevada mountains and when not writing, she teaches dance classes, crochets, cooks with her husband, and reads whatever she can get her hands on.
Though new to the realm of publishing, she's been making up stories since she could hold a crayon in her chubby fingers. HK currently writes in the New Adult, Reverse Harem, and Paranormal genres, but that's not to say she won't branch out in the future!
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Blood Slave:
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A Tale of Snow:
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West Coast Covens:
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Knights of Fae:
Frostbite
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Lucky Dogs
Luck on the Rails
Chloe Gunter & Mercy DeSimone
The Games People Play…
Do you believe in the Luck of the Irish? Well, maybe not when you keep getting strategically cockblocked from the object of your desire.
It’s ‘All Aboard’ the annual St. Patty’s Day parade route with the sexy men from Railed as Eric, Grady, and Rhett conspire to keep Declan from Katie’s “Pot O’ Gold”. Come along for the ride as they indulge in private escapades, public romps, and a playroom encounter in the ultimate pursuit of getting lucky.
Shamrock pasties not included... or are they?
This steamy story contains mature themes and BDSM scenarios meant for readers 18 plus.
1
I seriously need a drink.
Coffee to be exact. The lack of that magic elixir coursing through my veins has left me muddled and confused. Exhausted from pulling an all-nighter at the office, I stumble through the door of our home intending to head directly to the kitchen in search of espresso.
I love this house. It’s got great bones. The light, the open floor plan. I especially love the kitchen. It’s well appointed with stainless appliances, granite countertops, and dark cherry cabinets. While I would have preferred lighter cabinets and an expanded layout it’s an amazing place to hang out and entertain. We spend a lot of time here when we’re not eating on the patio, and I love to watch the sunrise through the large windows as I savor my morning coffee.
It’s been seven magical months since I met an array of smart, sexy men who set my blood on fire. And while I never thought it would end this way, it’s been six months since I left my conventional life in DC behind for a chance to explore what life could be like with them in Atlanta. Five months since I gave up the pretense of establishing my independence and living on my own, to move into the house that we now all share. Who could have ever predicted that a business meeting and a one night stand could end this way?
While it’s taken some time to get used to being in a relationship with so many different personalities, the act of discovering something new about someone every day is intensified when multiplied. Especially when you are sharing something as intimate as sex with more than one person at a time. My men are insatiable. And I have become just as needy. Which leads to my current predicament.
It’s almost impossible to get things done with that much testosterone ruling your world at home and at work. So, when it’s vital I finish a project to meet a deadline, I find myself pulling an all-nighter… alone. By locking myself in at work and forcing them all to leave, I was finally able to finish my current project for the new site reassignment without the distractions they bring. This project is critical to TransTravel. The new site redesign in Nashville is the template by which all of the other satellite offices will be modeled so it’s crucial to get it right. I’ve put countless hours into creating a design that will put TransTravel at the forefront of industrial design and I can’t deny that I’m proud of what we’ve achieved to make this facility a masterpiece of employee engagement.
Which is why I find myself sneaking into the house at the crack of dawn looking for something to wake me up. I should probably try to catch a few hours sleep before setting out for our big day, but the reality is I’m so exhausted that I’m wired. It seems like a better plan to just keep moving through the day and wait for the big crash that will inevitably come this evening.
Cracking my neck to the side, I startle when a soft hand la
nds on my shoulder, before turning into the warm embrace of the smell of cedar and fir that I always associate with Eric. Tousled blond curls flop over his brows and sleepy eyes brighten at the sight of me as his nose runs down the length of my neck before nuzzling behind my ear.
“Where have you been, Beautiful?” Eric's voice is still deep and gravelly with sleep, the husky tambour shivering down my spine and settling near my core. Strong hands begin massaging the back of my neck, loosening the tense muscles that are locked from hunching over my architectural plans for hours. Like a cat marking her owner, I find myself nuzzling my cheek against his neck, inhaling his scent and finally feeling my body relax.
“I knew Rhett and Grady were going to need the site revisions before heading South next week, and you know you guys are too distracting when I’m trying to get work done,” I groan as his hands dig deeper into the crux between my shoulder and my neck, which strains to the side as his fingers begin to dig upward toward my occipital bone. Seriously, Eric’s hands are magic and this man always has a sixth sense about what my body needs at the moment.
“Babe, you really need to relax. Come on, I’m going to give you a good massage and put you to bed.” Turning away, I realize that he’s completely naked as I admire the tight planes of his ass.
“There’s no time to sleep. We have to be ready to leave for the parade in three hours,” I whine even as I allow him to pull me down the hallway toward his bedroom.
“You don’t have to be there that early,” he chides, pushing me through the bedroom door, before beginning to lift my sweater over my head. “Rhett and Declan can go ahead of us.”
“But someone has to get the kids organized,” I protest even as he unsnaps the button on my jeans, tugging them down my thighs. Strong fingers caress the backs of my legs as I kick the jeans from my ankles and feel the slide of my silky thong begin to slither down the same path previously forged by my jeans.
“Don’t worry about the kids. Grady, Mama Bear and the other volunteers will pull it together until we get there. I want you to enjoy this day, and that’s not going to happen if you fall asleep in the float. Now, lie down and let me take care of you.”
Giving up the fight, partly because I’m too tired to argue, and partly because I really want to give in, I let Eric push me toward the bed where I stumble and sprawl across the mattress facedown in an undignified heap.
“Hmmmph…,” Eric mutters, “Clearly you need this even more than I thought.”
Dragging my limp body further up the mattress, I sprawl bonelessly across the center of his bed and burrow into the pillow, inhaling deeply and relaxing further at his scent.
I love Eric’s bed. When we first started living together that was one of the first things we bonded over - our love of soft mattresses. Since the house only has four bedrooms, I don’t currently have a bedroom of my own, something we hope to remedy in the near future. So, like Goldilocks, I spend time in each of the guy’s rooms. But it was a whole world of discovery as I moved from bed to bed - this one was too hard… this one was too soft… Eric’s bed was just right. It was the closest to what I would have chosen for my own room; consequently, I have a tendency to end up in his room when I’m really tired, as it seems to be the most comfortable for sleeping.
I shift as the down comforter is pulled from under me, expecting the warm weight to settle across my now naked back. Instead, my nerves jump at the heat of the oil drizzling down the center of my spine. Mumbling lazily, I protest, “What are you doing?”
“Never mind,” Eric chides before reaching his palm toward me. “Take a few deep breaths.” Inhaling deeply, the smell of lavender, one of my favorite scents, makes the corners of my mouth lift tiredly and I count to eight before exhaling. Repeating the process, I hear the light squelching of Eric’s hands as he rubs them together, warming them slightly before slowly dragging his fingers down the center of my spine, digging them periodically into the flesh pulling a gasp from me.
“You really are tight. We need to loosen you up.” Dragging my arms above my head, I feel his hands begin to swirl from the center of my back, fanning out to my sides before digging around my body toward my breasts, and then swiping back out to my spine again.
The tension begins to dissipate as pass after pass relaxes me further and I find myself sinking into the blissful sensations. Strong hands move back toward my tailbone where fingers suddenly start digging into the sore muscles of my ass, kneading and swirling in precision until my body starts to tingle.
I hear Eric take a deep breath before the curve of his nose suddenly burrows from my tailbone down the crack of my ass, parting the globes as he goes.
“Hey, Mister,” I mumble, “When did that become part of a traditional massage?”
“We call this a ‘happy ending’,” I hear the smile in his voice as he leans over my back dropping soft kisses over my shoulder and down my spine. “Just leave me to my work. You’re in very good hands.”
I smile faintly before gasping as his hands pull my hips up, arching my back slightly, before drifting under me to cup my pussy. Involuntarily, a shiver slides down my spine as Eric’s knees settle between my legs, parting my own as he spreads his legs apart. Warm fingers part the lips of my pussy, drawing a sigh as a finger dips and swirls in the gathering wetness, the light hairs of Eric’s chest tickling my back as I feel his cock sliding back and forth between my swollen lips.
I whimper in need, his answering grin pressing into my shoulder, clearly watching my expression to gauge my reactions. My eyes blink lazily, basking in the warmth of his attention, my breath hitching slightly at his expression.
“Ready?” He asks, watching me intently to ensure I’m in sync and ready for him. Biting my lip, I nod, my eyes locked on his, and gasping as his full, thick cock suddenly slides into my pussy from behind.
The weight of his body covering mine, pinning me to the bed while his hands cup my hips from below, making me pant in anticipation as he starts to move slowly, his hips teasing a rhythm, trying to get me to relax into every stroke. I give into sensation, letting the full weight of my body relax into his hands which hold me steady as he begins to move more purposefully, increasing to a pounding beat that has me gasping, my teeth biting the pillow with my need to howl at the fullness stretching me.
My hips jerk in tempo with his, the power building in my core until one hand slips from my hip to slide between my swollen lips and flick the tense bud that explodes with sensation as my hands curl and grip the sheet. Screaming into the pillow, Eric thrusts sharply behind me once more before flooding my pussy with his heat and collapsing his full weight onto mine.
Rolling to his side, he gathers me close, spooning my body to his while pulling the comforter over us in one smooth motion. A soft shush sounds from his lips as he tucks his head into my shoulder, and my sated body finally relaxes into a deep, drugged sleep.
* * *
I wake up surrounded by warmth, tucked into the hard body next to me. My initial exhaustion from my late night endeavors at work, as well as my morning romp with Eric, were worth every second. I had pushed myself all week to make sure that I could spend the weekend with my guys uninterrupted, but, in the end I knew that it would all be worth it. Especially if it turned out to be as exciting as the guys had been teasing.
Opening my eyes, I’m arrested by the sun filtering through the blinds and casting rays on the tanned chest where my cheek rests, Eric’s blond hair coming alight with the sun. I smile slightly and snuggle deeper into his embrace as his grip tightens around me, his lips finding my hair.
“Sleep well?” Dragging the rest of my body on top of his with ease, it appears that all of him is happy to see me this morning.
“Mmmm,” I reply leaning down to steal a kiss. “I needed that. I feel like I slept like the dead.”
“It’s because of the bed.” Eric laughs, knowing how fond I am of his mattress.
“You’re right. It has absolutely nothing to do with you, or how lucky I am
to have bumped into Grady that day, or how we’ve all managed to create a life together.” Rolling my eyes at him playfully I lean in to steal a kiss when his hands cup my ass and he gives me a look that still makes my heart stutter.
“I love you, Katie,” Eric says softly. “I’m thankful every single day that you came into our lives and were brave enough to take a chance on us.”
“I love you too, Eric.” It amazes me that I can say this and mean it after such a short time with all of them, but it’s true. I give him a slow, sweet kiss, pouring every ounce of love that I can into the gesture as his lips lightly caress mine.