by Eva Ashwood
“Fuck!”
The word was torn from me on a ragged cry as pleasure splintered my world apart. Merrick’s tongue flicked back and forth over my clit as his mouth closed around the sensitive nub, sucking just hard enough to roll my first orgasm into a second one.
My hands momentarily froze, fingers wrapped around Lachlan’s and Trace’s cocks, as I lost all sense of time and space.
“Shite, you’re fuckin’ beautiful when you come, Snow,” Lach groaned, wrapping his hand around mine and guiding my movements as he stroked himself hard and fast.
I was gasping for breath as Trace pulled himself from my grip, and when he moved up to kneel by my head, I turned toward him hungrily, opening my mouth as he braced himself above me. His cock plunged between my lips, already salty with the taste of precum, and I opened the back of my throat, groaning around him as Merrick ran his tongue up my slit.
When Merrick stiffened his tongue and began to fuck me with it, pinching my clit between his thumb and forefinger, I screamed out another curse that was muffled by Trace’s thick cock.
“Shit, Ari. Oh, fuck. Oh, shiiiit.”
Trace’s cock pulsed against my tongue, and I swallowed over and over as his cum hit the back of my throat. Lachlan groaned above me, and a second later, I felt the wet splash of his own release spattering my bare breasts and stomach.
I turned my head a little as Trace withdrew from my mouth, working out the kinks in my neck.
Fucking worth it.
My body felt limp and used and completely sated, so lost in a haze of bliss that I couldn’t even think about climbing out of bed to clean up. Besides, I kind of liked the feel of Lach’s cum on my skin. Marking me. Declaring me his.
Theirs.
After all, I had Merrick’s teeth marks on my inner thigh and the taste of Trace’s cum lingering on my tongue. They had all marked me, in their own way.
And I was sure they would do it again and again and again.
Merrick crawled up my body to plant a kiss on my lips, not seeming bothered at all that I still tasted like his friend. Then he collapsed beside me just as Lachlan dropped to the bed on my other side. Trace settled onto the mattress near the headboard, lifting my head up and sliding down a little so I could use his stomach as a pillow. His fingers tangled in my hair, and my head rose and fell slightly with each breath he took.
“You know,” I murmured, gazing up at the ceiling in the large room. “This palace is kinda growing on me. Now that we’ve christened it.”
“We christened the fuck out of it,” Trace commented with a laugh.
He wasn’t wrong. My quarters in the palace of the gods were huge, made up of several rooms, and we’d fucked in every single one—multiple times. Not to mention a few other places in the palace where we’d been lucky not to get caught.
Also worth it.
A grin tilted my lips at the memory. I had officially been a resident here for a few months, although the guys and I were splitting our time between the godly realm and earth. I’d gotten so good at transporting the three of them across the veil between planes that it no longer took any thought at all.
“Ye know,” Lachlan said, his voice rumbling in his chest, “I feel like I get stronger and stronger the more time we spend here.” He draped an arm over me, his hand coming up to cup my breast, teasing my sensitive, stiff nipple. “I wonder if it’s bein’ in this realm that’s doin’ it, or if it’s just my connection to you.”
“You joke,” I shot back, arching into his touch, “but I’m pretty sure I won’t be the last new god in existence. It’s only a matter of time. Especially now that wild magic users will be properly trained and allowed to explore their full potential.”
Lach made a noise of agreement in his throat, and Merrick braced himself on one elbow to look down at me, pride shining in his amber eyes.
“That’s why the world needs people like you, Ari,” he murmured. “Some people would get the kind of power you have and then do everything they could to keep anyone else from having it. That’s what Omari did. But you? You want other people to have it.”
I grinned up at him, the warmth in his eyes making my skin heat for a whole new reason. “Well, there are assholes in every group. And the only way to keep them from taking over is to have enough non-assholes around to hold them in check. I figure a few new gods might re-establish the balance in the godly realm.”
He laughed out loud at that, then dropped his head to kiss me again. When he pulled back, he made a face.
“Speaking of that, we’d better go. I know Dean Wist wanted to go over a few things with us before the school officially opens its doors again.”
I sighed, then nodded. This had been my choice. I’d had the chance to back out of taking any leadership, any responsibility, but I had decided against that route. And honestly, as much as I wanted to spend the whole day in bed with my men, I was proud of the work that we’d done over the past few months and excited to see it all come to fruition.
“Alright, alright. I’ll try to get my legs to work again,” I joked as we all sat up slowly.
Merrick chuckled. “I’ll be a little offended if you manage it too easily.”
I grinned and punched him in the arm, but I didn’t have to fake the wobble in my knees as I climbed off the bed. The man had a seriously talented fucking tongue.
We all cleaned up and dressed quickly, then headed out into the halls of the palace. It was strange to call this place a second home, considering we’d spent a good part of a semester trying to sneak into this exact palace. There were changes I was still pushing for among the gods, but several of Omari’s staunchest followers had been imprisoned, and without their influence, things were already changing around here, even without my nudges.
When we reached the throne room, Ryker looked up from his seat on the dais.
“Daughter.” He smiled broadly.
It always sort of cracked me up when he addressed me like that. Something about it was so old-fashioned and formal sounding, but part of me just thought he liked the way it sounded—and maybe he was trying to make up for lost time. Now that he could call me daughter, he never seemed to want to miss an opportunity to do so, and it was hard to be mad about that.
We were still feeling out our relationship, but for a dominant, all-powerful god, Ryker was surprisingly patient with me. Maybe it helped that I was also a dominant, all-powerful god. There wasn’t much he could do to make me move faster even if he wanted to. But more than that, he seemed determined to build a real father-daughter relationship with me, and if that meant taking time to build the foundation, he was willing to do that.
“Father,” I shot back, echoing his words with a grin.
He chuckled lightly, then glanced over my shoulder at my men. “You four are headed to the earthly realm, I imagine? Today is the day, is it not?”
“Yeah.” I nodded. “We’ll probably stay for a few days, just to make sure everything’s going smoothly. Keep everyone from doing anything stupid around here while we’re gone, okay?”
His dark eyes flashed with amusement. “I’ll do my best, as always.”
“Good.”
I reached for Merrick and Lachlan’s hands, feeling Trace reach out to grip my shoulder. With a thought, I sent us all hurtling through the ether, and a second later, we stepped smoothly onto the lawn outside the large stone building I knew so well.
The cleanup from the fight against Omari and his minions had been time consuming. There had also been the matter of making funeral arrangements for those who had died in the fight—a number that was higher than I had hoped for, but much lower than it could’ve been.
Wesley had died in the fight, attempting until his last breath to help Omari and his followers. Dean Frost and the others who had been locked in the makeshift holding cells had survived. They had been passed on to the wider magical community to deal with, and as the truth of everything they had been doing was slowly revealed, public opinion had turned against them almost
completely.
“Looks almost good as new,” Trace commented as the four of us strode toward the school building.
“Yeah. Hard to believe someone threw a god through that wall,” I said dryly.
He huffed a laugh as Dean Wist stepped through the large double doors, obviously having seen our arrival on the lawn. As she walked toward us, I could practically feel the excitement coming off her in waves.
This was what she had always envisioned for this school, what she had hoped it would be and been horrified to discover it wasn’t under Dean Frost’s guidance—a place for people who suddenly developed magic to come and learn. To practice and train, to learn magical lore. And to reach their full potential.
“Everything is in order,” she reported by way of greeting, rubbing her hands together crisply. “Come, come. I’ll show you around. We’ve been working on a few new classrooms with more space for specialized spell work, we’ve expanded the library, and we’re working on turning the pavilion on The Hill into an outdoor sparring arena.” She smiled broadly, gesturing for us to follow her as she walked back toward the stone building. “A few students have arrived early. I’d love for you to meet them. Eden has been showing them around. She can’t wait to start teaching this semester!”
After everything that’d happened, everything the students had gone through, several of them had been allowed to graduate early—partly so that they could become teachers. It seemed important to have people who understood exactly what new magic users were feeling and experiencing guide them through their training, and Eden had been a perfect candidate for that. She was well-suited to the role of a teacher, and she’d leapt at the opportunity.
Wist kept up a running monologue as she led us inside, her excitement bubbling out of her in giddy words. As we stepped through the double doors, I looked up at the sign that hung on the wall in the entryway, the name of the school written in beautiful, swirling letters.
My heart expanded in my chest, and as Wist prattled on, I exchanged a glance with my three men. My lovers. My best friends. My partners.
“Not too shabby,” Trace murmured, draping an arm around my shoulders as his gaze followed mine, moving up to the sign above us.
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They say the devil goes by many names, and I know four of them:
Ciro, Hale, Zaid, and Lucas.
My father was once a powerful player in the Chicago underground, but six years ago, he left that life behind.
We changed our names.
Our identities.
Our lives.
The ghosts of the past never forgot him though. They never forgot me.
Dad promised me we were safe, but I should've known that was just another one of his lies.
The past always finds you, and mine finds me on my wedding day when four brutal, dangerous men drag me from the altar in a hail of gunfire.
Four men who used to be four boys.
Four boys I cared about.
Four boys I left behind.
They're not the same boys I knew though, and whatever we may have once been to each other, it doesn't matter anymore.
Because they're only one thing to me now:
My captors.
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Books by Eva Ashwood
Clearwater University
(college-age enemies to lovers series)
Who Breaks First
Who Laughs Last
Who Falls Hardest
Magic Blessed Academy
(paranormal academy series)
Gift of the Gods
Secret of the Gods
Wrath of the Gods
Slateview High
(dark high school bully romance)
Lost Boys
Wild Girl
Mad Love
The Dark Elite
(dark mafia romance)
Vicious Kings
Beautiful Devils
Ruthless Knights
Sinners of Hawthorne University
(dark college-age romance)
When Sinners Play
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