by Kenna Bardot
“Please,” I begged.
“Good girl,” Ronan grinned, shoving Gale’s face into my clit. His tongue circled it, working it with finesse, and then another source of wet heat hit my entrance and dragged up through my lips until their tongues touched on my clit. I screamed, staring down between my legs even though Gale’s head partially blocked my view. Ronan’s tongue went back down, exploring me more as his hands shoved me so wide I felt the stretch.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” I whimpered when his tongue dropped lower, lightly circling that forbidden piece of me before he went back to my pussy. Their tongues bumped against one another, and occasionally they stopped to full-out kiss each other with my pussy in their face. My hand grasped Gale’s shirt in hand, pulling at it because I wanted nothing more than to rip it off him. I was ignored as they kept working me over. I came, screaming and arching off the bed but even with the more difficult angles, they didn’t stop fucking me with their tongues.
I plopped down on the bed and opened my eyes to see Ronan, naked torso in full display. Gale stared up at him from where he was still next to me, resting his chin on my stomach.
He had his hand bunched in Gale’s hair as he addressed me, “What do you want, Kaia? Do you want to take his clothes off? Or should I?”
“You,” I said quickly with a grin. Gale’s surprised eyes came to me, and I chuckled. From what Lottie had said of some of the other more committed relationships, a fact that Mar had confirmed, the woman was the center and the men just kind of existed around her whims, so I wasn’t surprised that Gale would react that way to what I said. But that wasn’t me, I didn’t want to just be in the center. I wanted to be in the sidelines, above, below and all around my men in every capacity. I enjoyed watching my men almost as much as I enjoyed having them touch me and do wild things to me.
Ronan smiled at me, his eyes crinkling with pride and affection. “Of course. That’s our dirty girl.”
When Gale stood from the bed, moving to Ronan, I flipped myself around to lay on my stomach facing them. My face was only a foot away from where they stood so I’d have the best possible view.
“Ronan,” Gale spoke in an almost reverent whisper, and I wondered how often he’d imagined himself in the position he was in now. He tipped his lips up in a wondering smile that made my breath catch.
“Gaylord,” Ronan responded with a smile that displayed his dimples. Ronan’s head dipped down and his tongue drew a line up his throat, curving over Gale’s adam’s apple until he hit the slightly shorter man’s lips. They kissed, more gently than before, and knowing that they both had my taste in their mouths as they did was shockingly arousing. Ronan’s hands worked the buttons of Gale’s shirt so harshly I thought he might rip it open. He tore it out of Gale’s pants, and Gale shoved it off his shoulders to show those tattoos I found myself so fascinated by.
I could barely see it since Ronan had wrapped his arms around him there, but one I’d never seen sat on his right side, and I smiled at the memory. I’d been right - I would eventually see them.
His pants were next, drawn down his legs quickly along with his boxer briefs. He sprung free as Ronan worked the pants off his feet, and I found myself fixated by the sight of him bobbing in front of me. I knew I was staring as my mouth gaped on, but I couldn’t seem to stop.
“Well then,” Ronan laughed, and I flushed as his eyes turned towards me.
“Impressed, beautiful?” he asked me, wrapping his hand around Gale’s impressive length. He was even bigger than Ronan, which I had to admit was a bit of a surprise. I hadn’t realized it was possible. Gale groaned, and I leaned forward to press a kiss to his head. Ronan grunted his approval, releasing Gale to give him a push to the bed.
“On your back, head off the edge.”
Gale’s eyebrow winged up, but he mock saluted Ronan. “Yes, sir.”
If we were roleplaying, I wanted to be the naughty student getting punished. I voiced my opinion and the two turned to me. Ronan let out a quick laugh as Gale maneuvered his long body properly, rubbing up against me as he did. Before he settled himself into the position Ronan had commanded, he crushed his lips to mine. “Naughty thief. I’ll punish you any day.”
Letting me go, Gale moved over and his head tilted back off the edge, and Ronan was quick to step up and feed him his cock. Gale took him deep - deeper than I’d have thought possible - hollowing his cheeks in a way that made Ronan growl in pleasure. I watched in fascination, and I’d have sworn that I could see Ronan’s cock in Gale’s throat from this angle. As he thrust in and out, Ronan, hands on hips, raised an eyebrow at me. “Don’t just watch, woman, get yourself used to his cock.”
Ronan’s order made Gale moan, and I hurried to straddle his waist, reaching between my thighs to rub him against me and spread my wetness along his length. Satisfied, I notched him against my entrance and sank down on him slowly, not bothering to stifle my whimper as he hit the deepest part of me. Gale’s groan was muffled but unmistakable even as Ronan used his throat so harshly. I took a minute, enjoying the way I quivered around Gale as I adjusted, and then started to rock my hips on him slowly. My eyes met with Ronan briefly before his slid down to watch where Gale was inside me.
“Fuck,” he hissed, tearing himself away from a gasping Gale. Gale’s attention turned to me, watching me dance my hips over him.
“Kaia, Zeevar, you’re so fucking tight,” Gale gasped it out as his hands reached out to grabbed my hips.
“Didn’t warn you,” Ronan said from where he stood by the nightstand. “Sorry. But delicious, isn’t she?”
Gale simply nodded, and I repositioned my feet so I could move up and down him harder and faster, filling me almost impossibly full.
My eyes tore to Ronan when I realized that he’d grabbed some lube from the nightstand, and I momentarily panicked. He couldn’t really mean to make me take both of them.
I felt him walk behind me, and he must have signalled or something since Gale came up to grab me and flipped me over so that he was on top of me. He pushed one of my legs up to my chest, holding it there and moving in closer to me so he could get even deeper. Ronan took up position behind Gale, and I watched the lube drop to bed and Ronan’s hands wrap around Gale’s hips.
I knew the minute he was inside Gale since the thrusts became frantic and sharp - harsh and erratic. He fucked both of us, his thrusts into Gale shoving Gale to the end of me. Gale bent over me, pressing my leg uncomfortably to my chest, but that twinge of discomfort only served to heighten my pleasure. Gale’s lips found mine, kissing me while Ronan and I used him.
“Gods,” Gale groaned, flooding me with heat as he came and sending me over the edge. Ronan lasted a bit longer, his thrusts increasing in pace and sending Gale faster and deeper into my sensitized flesh.
“Ronan,” I whimpered. I wasn’t sure how much more I could take, but I didn’t need to worry. He came before my whimper finished, leaning over Gale so that I was crushed beneath their combined weight. It only lasted a moment before they started to pull themselves away from me. Before they fully could, I reached out and wrapped my arms around them to the best of my ability.
“Thank you.”
Gale kissed me on the temple before pushing himself off of me and pulling me up. Ronan was standing by the side of the bed with my robe in hand. He bundled me up in it, kissing me on the head as he did so as well.
Alec Gaius and Emerson stood on the sides, already in their robes, ready to go. The both had smiles of satisfaction plastered on their faces.
Alec Gaius drew me into his arms with a kiss. “Happy, baby?” he asked, and I found myself nodding and humming sleepily.
“Let’s get cleaned up,” he grinned. “Before our girl falls asleep on her feet. Too much training tonight, huh, Kaia Wren?”
I stuck my tongue out and let my head lean against his shoulder as they walked me out into the hall and towards the shared bathroom on that floor. Though the guys had their own bathroom, it was small enough - having been made
for one person at a time - that we all would have needed to take turns to shower at night so we’d gotten in the habit of using the big shower stall in the shared bathroom.
Gale seemed slightly on edge at the prospect of showering with us, so I turned to him. “We’ll understand if you don’t want to risk the shower, Gaylord,” I murmured.
He smiled down at me, appreciation in his eyes. “I’ll worry about it other nights, I’m sure, but tonight I don’t want to walk away right after sex. Especially the first time. I’m where I need to be.”
At the doorway, I pressed a kiss to his chest where the robe parted to reveal his beautiful skin, and turned to lead the rest of the way to the bathroom.
Like they always did when we showered in such a public bathroom, my guys surrounded me in the big stall, shielding my body from any prying eyes of other men who might need to use the showers. Although, as was always the case at that time of night, we were blissfully alone. Gale made quick work of washing himself, coming to stand directly behind me. His hands moved over my skin, rubbing the bath wash all over me tenderly. With a sigh, I leaned back against him and wrapped an arm around the back of his neck, feeling my eyes drift close.
“Sleepy thief,” he whispered, going so far as to wash between my legs for me. When that was finished, he took special care with my hair. After working the shampoo in delicately but thoroughly, he then conditioned it twice, and I realized just how amazing it was to have a man who knew how to take care of hair.
“I wish you could stay with us tonight,” I sighed against his chest when he turned the water off and turned me into him.
“I do too, Kaia.” He wrapped a towel around me and as he helped me dry off, my hand came to rest on his right shoulder where a bright phoenix was.
“She’s gorgeous,” I murmured and tiptoed up to kiss it.
“Why do you say ‘she’, Kaia?” Long fingers came up to touch the bright red coloring of the tattoo.
“Seems like a she.” I shrugged at him as I wrapped my hair in another towel.
“It is to me, anyway. She is my salvation. I got her done here, after I was reborn. There’s this shop on Order premises, run by the Earths of course. She reminds myself that I can always change, be a better version of the me today.”
“And that’s even more beautiful. You said you had more, right?”
“So I did.” He smiled at me as he too rubbed at his hair to dry it.
I looked down and saw a star on his foot. “You have one on your foot!”
He glanced down as well and chuckled. “So I do.”
“That’s a great place to put it.” I smiled at him, sleepily.
“So I thought so but, we’ll talk about them next time. You’re dead on your feet,” he said with a gentle rub of my shoulder. He wrapped my robe closer around me. “And you’re getting chilled.”
I nodded as the rest of my guys gathered around me, and we made our way back to the guys' room quietly. The four of us crawled into bed while Gale redressed. I laid in bed pressed between Ronan and Emerson, and Gale kissed my forehead sweetly. “Sweet dreams, my little thief.”
I was asleep before the door closed behind him.
Eighteen
Kaia
Trial time.
The words played in my head, resonating in a way that froze something in the depths of my soul. The Assembly Hall was always going to be a place of some of my worst memories. I hyperventilated. Memories of glass cages, hot tingling skin, and captured breath froze me, scared me, incapacitated me.
My men gathered around me, Emerson and Alec Gaius each holding one of my hands and Ronan standing behind me, a towering presence. I still wished I did not have to to go back into the room, but as we stepped in, Gaylord’s presence at the front of the room with the other Air Docents gave me a bit of comfort.
The room was different. Gone were the glass cages to be replaced by several rows of armless, plastic chairs. Ronan led the way and paused a moment before where Gaylord stood and smiled at him. Gale’s lips twitched in response, but he said nothing and did nothing more to give away his unusual relationship with all of us.
The four of us took our seats. I looked around, curiosity and trepidation engulfing me. The relative peace and normalcy of the scene struck me as the calm before the storm. It seemed like an ominous start to a trial. I squeezed Emerson’s hand tighter, enough to almost break the bones. He didn’t react but to simply stroke the back of my hand.
Headmaster Stewart stepped into the room, his cane thumping against the floor in a steady click. He sneered as he made his way past students, and his hooked nose only appeared more bulbous for it. He ran a hand through his hair as he walked, and I couldn’t comprehend why he even bothered. It was so thin and gray streaked, even more so than the beginning of the year - the hairline more receded than ever.
He didn’t waste his time, beginning to speak as soon as he reached the slight platform at the front of the room. “Greetings, Air students of InkHaven. The Third Trial will start today but will conclude at the end of the week.” Whispers broke out in response to his words, and his eyes met mine briefly. Panic surged through me, that moment of recognition. He had something meant for me - something truly horrible, and I would be powerless to stop it.
“It has been decided that this year’s final Trial will be executed on an individual basis. We will start today with the youngest students, who will need to complete an easier version of the Trial. However, you are still not allowed to discuss the details of the Trial until the week is over and everyone has had the opportunity to prove themselves.”
A few around the room gasped, but my eyes were stuck on Gale as he stared at the Headmaster in horror; he hadn’t known about the Headmaster’s plans. Beside him, Docent Ho’s lips were drawn in a thin line which made me think she wasn’t too pleased about how things were transpiring either.
Their horror spoke volumes. As Gale’s eyes met mine across the room, I read the worry there, knowing where it came from. While I had done better than expected in the Tumult and the Oxygen trials, I likely wouldn’t have survived without Alec and probably even Ronan. As the last trial was notorious for being the most difficult, it was almost certain I would fail. Since I had failed to prove my status as an Air, it would be a huge ask for me to pass a task I had to do alone.
He took a step forward. “Headmaster, perhaps that’s a bit extreme. Docent Ho, I understand that we wish to train our students, but surely it isn’t necessary-” he spoke until the Headmaster cut him off.
“I suggest you remember your place, Porter. We wouldn’t want to question your priorities, would we?” the Headmaster’s voice was a low whisper, but we were close enough to hear it, and I bit my lip to refrain from interjecting on his behalf. When he took a step back to his original position, Docent Ho grabbed his arm causing Gale to bend towards her. They whispered to each other and the looks on their faces were fierce.
On the other hand, the Headmaster continued, and he drew my attention, “It is necessary to ensure that we are weeding out any who are unworthy of joining the Order.”
“It hasn’t been necessary to do so in quite an extreme manner before. Why has it changed this year?” Alec Gaius stood from his seat, face white and pale at the prospect of what we knew would likely be my death. Ronan’s hand had reached over, gripping mine and nearly bruising it in his desperation. I looked at him, the very beginning of tears in my eyes, but I held them back to the best of my ability. His face softened as he stared at me. Between him and I, Emerson closed his hand over our intertwined hands - he bit his lips and turned to watch the Headmaster with a pissed off grimace.
“We’ve had unusual circumstances this year with a student joining InkHaven without being tested by the Zeevar Jar. It is necessary to be certain of her place here. There’s no need for anyone to worry themselves over it. The worthy will succeed as always.” The Headmaster’s lips twisted up in a smirk I was desperate to wipe off his face with my whip. He’d made sure that I was here,
made sure I couldn’t qualify with the Zeevar jar.
And, somehow, I’d survived and prevailed for longer than he’d wanted, and he was doing everything he to make me go away.
“It isn’t right! You know damn well that you’re actively trying to kill off one of your students!” Alec Gaius snarled.
I grabbed his hand, giving him a tug to sit. “Alec Gaius,” I whispered, pleading with him.
“Ah, but am I? Every one of you will be tested, not just the abnormality. There is nothing unfair in that as she will be given the same chance as the others.”
I trembled, whether in fear or anger I did not know. “Alec please,” I begged, giving him another tug. His eyes came to me, fury distorting the handsome face, which was normally so composed.
“We both knew it was always going to come to this.”
He sat next to me heavily, and I knew how troubled and panicked he was when he ran a hand through his hair and left it at that without slicking it back to fix it. He grabbed my hands. “Don’t you dare. You do not give up now.”
“I’ll never give up, sweetheart,” I murmured, and it was true.
I just knew it wouldn’t matter in the end.
I’d always been marked to die.
“Docent Ho will fill you in on the rest,” the Headmaster said, and he left the room with a flourish.
“Children, please, calm down,” Docent Ho spoke up to the best of her ability over the din that had started when the Headmaster had walked off.
The room quieted, but there were still whispers going on around us. A lot of them, I was sure, were about me. I squared my shoulders and focused my attention on the Air Docent.
“Children, all twenty-one year olds or First Years will be having their task today along with some randomly chosen Seconds. You may check your names on the list just now posted to the door to this room. If you are a First or a Second whose name is listed under today, please stay. To the rest, please take the rest of the time until your assigned day. Instructions are posted on the door for you as well. Go.” She waved her hands towards the door and turned around to address the other docents in a softer voice.