by L. A. Boruff
“Fuck. Please. Harder.” I spit out random words. Not that I thought they noticed. They, too, answered with nonsense.
They sped up again. No longer did we go slow. With one of their hands working their fingers inside me, they let go of my wrists to take their own cocks in hand. I managed to move my hands slightly before Iasan threaded his fingers through mine, holding me just as securely.
“Please, I need…”
“This?” A thumb pressed hard on my clit. Teeth bit into my earlobe. And I screamed. My body shattering under the onslaught of emotions. Stars, bright lights, darkness, it all faded into one behind my eyes.
I heard three answering roars around me. Iasan’s cock pulsed inside me triggering a new round of shockwaves to my system. Twin streams of warm fluid landed on my hips, marking me on the outside as surely as they marked me on the inside.
Never had I felt so complete, so peaceful. Not even lying out in my garden on a hot summer day or floating in my pond had I felt this way.
For as long as I lived I would never forget this day, this special St. Patrick’s Day where I discovered how lucky I could be.
Pulling out, Iasan wrapped his arms around me and flipped us until I lay on his chest. The others pulled the sheets up over us before placing their arms over my back.
“Let’s grab a little nap before we take care of things.” Breandan’s fingers played with the end of my braid.
“Just what the doctor would have ordered if you hadn’t beaten me to it.” Iasan’s hand smoothed over the back of my head. I winced, having completely forgotten about hitting my head. He pressed a kiss to my forehead. “After a nap, I’ll check out the bump. Maybe in the shower when we wash up.”
I nodded, too tired to worry about them seeing my birthmark.
7
Shaylee
A knock on the door woke me with a start. I wasn’t expecting visitors, but then I hadn’t expected to fall asleep during the middle of the day.
The hard yet comfortable bed below me rumbled. “Breandan, you’re alpha, deal with it.” Arms tightened around me. I stiffened. What in the world? My eyes popped open meeting a pair of soft green eyes. Eyes that I knew. Memories rushed in and my cheeks burned. It wasn’t all a pleasant dream.
“A good nap, lass?” Iasan searched my eyes while the bed dipped beside us.
“A fabulous one.” And indeed it had been. All my muscles felt loose and relaxed even though I could feel a slight burn in my inner thigh muscles.
“Me, too.” Adhamh kissed my shoulder before sitting up and hanging his legs off the side of the bed. “But now it sounds”—he nodded toward the door—“like work is ending play time.” Standing, he held out a hand to me. “Time to wash up.” I placed my hand in his, allowing him to lift me off Iasan.
He carried me bridal style to the bathroom despite my half-hearted protests. It felt nice to be cared for in this way. While I knew my parents and even my step-mother loved me, the birthmark had always been a wedge between us.
Placing me gently on the counter, he stepped into a large multi-headed shower and turned on the water.
The door closed in the other room and Breandan followed Iasan into the bathroom. For the first time, I wondered where I was. I wasn’t allowed in the village, but obviously I was in a house of some type. And these men were not off on their own. Besides, what did Iasan mean when he said Breandan was alpha?
“What has you thinking so hard, lass?” Iasan’s fingers nimbly released my hair from the braid, allowing it to flow freely over my back.
I took Breandan’s outstretched hand as other hands lifted me from the counter until my feet landed on the warm tile floor. Following Breandan into the shower, I mulled over which question to ask first. “Hmmm, I was wondering where we are?”
The three shared a look over my head. Shrugging my shoulders, I stepped under the warm spray of water, allowing it to massage my soft, pliable muscles. If they didn’t want to tell me, that was fine. I knew this couldn’t last, so not knowing where I was would guarantee I wouldn’t try to find them again.
Soap filled hands smoothed over my shoulders from the front. “You’re in our village. In our main house to be exact. Our village is on the far side of the woods from yours.” Breandan flicked a few strands of my hair back over my shoulders.
“I didn’t know there was another village.”
“Well, we keep pretty much to ourselves. We like to be isolated, but we do have some dealings with yours.” I bit my lip watching Adhamh ran his soapy hands all over his chest.
I didn’t bother to correct them on the idea I came from the village. To do so would invite too many questions.
Breandan continued to wash the lower half of my body while Iasan stepped in behind me. “I’m going to wash your hair and take a look at the lump, okay?”
Relief filled me when I realized he was giving me a choice. To allow him to check my head would most likely reveal my mark, while allowing him to wash my hair most assuredly would. I glanced up into the warm, comforting gazes of the other two. Their eyes screamed at me to trust them with this secret.
Taking a deep breath, I nodded. But before anything happened, Iasan spun me to face him. “I told you we all had marks as well. So that you don’t feel alone, let me show you mine.” He turned, and for the first time I saw his backside. The muscles rippled over his back as the water droplets ran down, following the path to his trim waist that sat upon a tight butt. But it was the bright green mark in the same spot on the back of his neck like mine that drew my attention.
Stepping closer, I raised a shaky finger and traced the outline. “It-it looks like the left leaf on a shamrock.” There was no mistaking the awe in my voice.
“It is, and we have similar ones.” I spun in time to see Breandan point to the one on Adhamh’s neck before he spun and revealed his.
I stepped up to each of them and traced the leaves. Breandan’s was the center leaf while Adhamh’s was the right. Together, if the three of them stood side by side, you could see how the three marks fit to reveal a single shamrock. One that was exactly like mine.
“It’s…” I was at a loss for words. All my life my birthmark had kept me isolated, told I’d never find love, yet these three men had the same mark. They lived in a village with others. Did everyone here have a mark? If so, why wasn’t I told about this place?
For an instant, anger at my parents rushed through me. But then I thought about how bad it had been to leave them when my monthly courses began. If I had been in their shoes, I would not have wanted to be parted with my child any early than I had to either.
The three of them looked at me expectantly.
Closing my eyes, I spun until I faced them. With a trembling hand, I reached back and fisted my hair in my hand. Taking another deep breath, I pulled it over my shoulder, revealing my mark, and readying myself for their words of disgust.
Iasan’s fingers trailed over the outline of the shamrock. I already knew the difference in the way their skin felt on mine. “It’s beautiful, lass. The full shamrock.”
“I told you, you were ours.” Adhamh’s gruff voice sounded in my ear before his lips kissed my temple.
“And the three wolves sitting on their haunches below it represent us.” Breandan’s hands landed on my hips, spinning me to face him. “It’s gorgeous like you.” His lips rested against mine. He stepped us back under the water, never removing his lips from mine.
My mind tossed and turned. Unable to follow a single thought as he deepened the kiss. Hands and lips made their own paths over my body. I’d lost track of how many orgasms I’d had already, but it seemed like my body wanted at least one more.
“We need to make sure you’re completely clean before I check your head, lass.” I shivered at Iasan’s words while his hand moved steadily closer to the juncture between my legs.
“Inside and out.” Adhamh’s deep voice vibrated within me. His hands held me securely while my legs were spread.
“One day, the
three of us will fill every hole at once while I have you tied up.” Breandan’s lips ghosted over my ear. “Do you want that?”
Boy, did I ever.
He bit down on my lobe while fingers from three different hands invaded my core. My knees buckled, but their other hands and bodies kept me upright. They surrounded me, standing shoulder to shoulder as their fingers worked a rhythm in me that had me gasping.
In.
Out.
Swirl.
Stroke.
It all became too much. My hips thrust, wiggled, and shimmied, but it was no use. They didn’t give me an inch. I threw my head back, allowing the water to ease some of my distress.
“Do you want to come, lass? All over our fingers? Or perhaps a tongue? Or maybe a hard, thrusting cock?
Fuck. Yes. I screamed in my head over and over again. But my mouth wasn’t able to work. Instead, I managed to whimper at Iasan’s words. I wasn’t picky. I wanted to come any way that they would let me.
They sped up again. My head thrashed from side to side. How did they know to do this? How could they play my body better than I could?
Fingers twisted. Another set pinched my clit. And two mouths bit down on my nipples.
I screamed. My muscles retracted and suddenly my feet were no longer on the floor. My body hung suspended between the three.
My mind reeled while my body continued to convulse. Nothing seemed to work. My legs were guided around a waist and arms wrapped themselves around me. The chest beneath me, rumbled soothing words while a hand stroked up and down my back. It felt like someone trying to calm a wild and scared animal.
When my brain finally rejoined the world, I glanced around, noting the two jutting cocks on the men on either side of me. An experimental wiggle revealed another matching one below me. “Guys, that was awesome, but what about you?” I wanted to offer, but each limb felt like it weighed a ton. What I really wanted to do was to lie back down for another nap.
“We can take care of ourselves.”
“But you’re holding me, Breandan.”
“Don’t worry, lass, we’ll care for him, too.”
Fuck. Despite my fatigue, I wanted to watch. I squirmed against him, wanting him to loosen his arms so I could somehow see.
“Want to watch us, do you?”
I grinned at Adhamh. “Of course.” But then sudden doubts filled me. “If that’s okay?”
Breandan’s chest shook. “It’s not like you haven’t already seen some us touching each other already.”
That was true, but still, I didn’t know if they would feel different about this.
He carried me to the far end of the shower and placed me on a bench I hadn’t seen. The other two followed. They stood in a semi-circle before me. Three cocks begging to be touched. If only I had the energy to slide to my knees and use my hands, my mouth, but as it was, I slumped against the corner.
They each used both hands to grasp the cocks on either side of them. Groans filled the shower. As one, they began to stroke up and down. Hands fisting their cocks. Hips moving in a matching rhythm. Despite all the sexual activity between us, it only took a few strokes before three eruptions occurred, covering hands and bellies with their seed.
“Fuck that was hot,” I managed to mutter before I yawned.
They quickly soaped up and rinsed, leaving me to sit in the warm humid air, watching the show. My eyes closed to mere slits, but wouldn’t close completely. Not with the three of them showering in front of me.
“Come on, lass. Let’s finished getting you cleaned up.”
My eyes popped open to find myself and Iasan alone in the shower. A stool stood under one of the shower heads. He led me to it. “Your body is tired and healing.”
I nodded. He was correct on the tired part. I kept forgetting how I’d injured myself only that day.
He carefully parted my hair. “It was quite the bump and you do have a large cut, but it looks like it’s quickly healing. Have you always been a fast healer?”
The question surprised me. It wasn’t something I’d really spent time thinking about, but I did seem to heal faster than my siblings. “Just a little.”
“Then it must be our influence.” He stopped talking and poured some shampoo into my hair. I wanted to ask him to explain and knew I had another question from earlier, but the feel of his hands gliding through my hair, massaging my scalp and shoulders, put me into a trance.
“Mmmmm.” I closed my eyes at the sound of his chuckle.
He rinsed my hair and shut off the water. “Let’s get you dry and back into bed. If you’re feeling up to it later, we’ll take you down to meet everyone and to partake in our St. Patrick’s Day festivities.”
Bed sounded like a great idea to me. He lifted me into his arms and carried me to the same counter as before. A plush towel was wrapped around me while he applied another to my hair. Within minutes, my body was dry and my hair no longer dripped water. I quickly pulled it back into a simple braid before he carried me back to bed.
“Sleep tight, lass. We’ll swing by to check in on you, but we won’t allow anyone else to enter. You’re safe here.” He kissed me gently and tucked the sheets over me. My eyes drifted closed at the same time the sound of the door shutting reached my ears.
8
Shaylee
A flickering glow illuminated the room when I awoke. Glancing around, I noticed a folded note with my name on the bedside table.
Shaylee,
Here are some fresh clothes for you. Put on your cloak and join us downstairs when you awake.
Breandan, Iasan, and Adhamh
I dressed hurriedly in the green homespun dress which fit like it had been made just for me. A light chemise fit underneath to prevent too much of my cleavage from showing above the low cut square neckline. The color, a little brighter and lighter than my cloak, went beautifully with it. Almost as if I’d made it to match. I wondered if it would be possible to keep the dress. Of course, I would offer something in exchange… maybe some of the weavings I did that my stepmother sold in the village.
Removing my hair from the braid allowed my wavy hair to flow down my back like a fountain of liquid gold, or so my mother used to say when she was still alive. Pulling a few strands back from my face, I secured them in two small braids that joined together in the back to run down the center of my hair.
My cloak covered my bare arms and lent me its warmth. Despite the above seasonal weather during the day, the evening felt cool on my skin.
I followed the sounds of voices to the bottom floor. Stepping into the hallway, I discovered Iasan directing a group carrying two unconscious men into a room. Within a few steps, I stood at his side. “What happened? Can I help? I have some training in healing.”
“Aye, lass. I could use your help.” He wrapped an arm around my shoulder before leaning down to place a kiss on my temple.
Leading me in to the room, my eyes darted around, amazed at the hospital type setup. The men were placed on two stretchers and then all the men, but one left the room. He stood, arms crossed, and almost as broad as Adhamh.
“They were found this way on the far side of the compound. I don’t know what the rogue used, but hours later, we fought off falling asleep trying to pull them away.”
Iasan nodded, a stethoscope in his ears as he bent over the first man listening to his chest. “Shaylee, are you any good at recognizing plants from their smell? There is something familiar in what they are breathing out, but I can’t quite place it.”
Without answering, I bent over the man closest to me and breathed in a lungful of his exhalation. The room spun and my vision grayed.
“Are you okay, lass?” Iasan’s worried voiced pierced the fogginess, clearing it.
“I am, but if your men have been down for hours, I’m amazed they are still alive. This is a very powerful sleeping draught. My mother was given it while she was dying, but only a few drops. Any more and she would have put us all to sleep.”
“Do you k
now how to reverse it?” He moved from the first man to the man I stood beside.
The memory of the healer standing before me, explaining the ingredients I needed to have on hand at all times beside my mother’s bed, flashed before me. “I do, but we have to hurry. The key is to get them to expel the draught through every means possible.” He nodded and motioned for the other man to step close. “We need ipecac syrup, pepper and chilli powder, along with stinging nettles.”
The man rushed from the room. At my quizzical glance, Iasan informed me that the man had gone to the kitchen to fetch the pepper and chilli powder while he pulled the other ingredients from the cupboards lining the one wall. “Just what do we do with all this, lass?”
“We feed them the ipecac and hold the pepper and chilli mixture under their noses until they start to sneeze violently. At that point, we rub the stinging nettles all over their arms and legs.”
Suddenly the room filled with others, and Iasan issued orders directing some of them to hold basins and others to grab handfuls of stinging nettle. The other man pushed through the ground to hand me the pepper and chilli powder. Seizing two small bowls from the counter, I rapidly mixed the two together, ensuring I didn’t breathe it in.
Iasan stood in between the two beds. “Are you ready?” I nodded. Men held open the mouths of the unconscious men while Iasan upended the bottles into their mouths. I stood horrified, watching the amount of ipecac flowing into their mouths without even so much as a wretch between them. What kind of men were these people? First to survive this long with the sleeping draught in them and then to swallow an entire bottle of ipecac.
“Shaylee?” Iasan’s voice pulled me from my musings. “Is the powder ready?”
I handed him one of the bowls while keeping the other for myself. People around the stretcher made room for me to slip in at the man’s head. “It is easier if they are held face down over the bowl.” At my words, both men were flipped and their heads angled over the sides of the beds. Shoving the bowl under the man’s nose I waited. It didn’t take long, only a few deep lungfuls before both men began to violently sneeze. The ipecac also began to work, expelling the contents from their stomach.