I take Lucien into my mouth, my tongue swirling around his shaft as Drake enters me from behind, his pace slow and steady. Soren’s tongue works magic on my clit, his hands gripping my thighs to keep me steady.
The sensation of being filled in both places, coupled with the taste of Lucien in my mouth and the sight of Ash pleasuring himself, is almost too much. I moan around Lucien’s cock, the vibrations making him groan in response.
Ash’s eyes meet mine, and he growls. I take Lucien deeper, my head bobbing up and down as Drake increases his pace, his hips slapping against my ass. Soren’s tongue never lets up, his skill bringing me to the brink of another orgasm.
Lucien’s hand grabs my hair, his grip tightening as he guides my mouth up and down his cock. “That’s it, Rose,” he murmurs. “Take it all. You’re doing so well.”
Drake’s thrusts become more urgent, his breath coming in ragged gasps. “You feel so good, Rose,” he pants. “So tight and perfect.”
Soren’s fingers dig into my thighs, his tongue working faster, pushing me closer to the edge. I can feel the tension building, the pleasure winding tighter and tighter within me.
Ash’s hand moves faster on his cock, his eyes never leaving the scene before him. I come hard, my body convulsing as waves of pleasure crash over me. I scream around Lucien’s cock, the sound muffled but no less intense. Drake groans, his hips jerking as he finds his own release, filling me with his warmth.
Lucien comes with a low groan, his cock twitching in my mouth as I swallow every last drop. Soren’s tongue slows, his touch becoming gentler as he guides me through the aftershocks of my orgasm.
I should have known Ash would never be content with just watching. He steps forward, his cock hard and ready. He replaces Drake behind me, his thrusts rough and urgent as he chases his own release. He comes with a roar, his body shaking as he fills me with his warmth.
As the waves of pleasure finally subside, I collapse onto the bed, my body limp and satisfied. The men surround me, their hands gentle and soothing as they stroke my skin, their voices murmuring words of praise and affection.
In this moment, I am theirs, and they are mine. Our connection is complete, our bond unbreakable. And as I drift off to sleep, surrounded by their love and warmth, I know that I am truly, utterly content.
“I love you,” I whisper into the quiet room, and I mean it for all of them. For Drake, who waited a century to find someone who could see him. For Soren, who uses pleasure to hide his loneliness. For Lucien, who breaks rules for no one but me. For Ash, who chose me over generations of hatred and bitterness.
As sleep begins to claim me, I realize with these four men, I don’t have to hide or run. I can be everything I am, a powerful witch, a vulnerable woman, a fierce protector, a willing submissive. I can be whole.
And in this ridiculous, over-the-top room, wrapped in the arms of four men who want me, who love me, in their different ways, I let myself believe in a happily ever after.
Epilogue
I leanagainst the window frame, watching the anxious faces below on the first day of the new term at Serpentine Academy. Eight months ago, I was fighting for my life against a cannibalistic headmistress in the Great Hall. Now I’m on the council, helping shape magical education policy, and sharing my bed with four men who once couldn’t stand each other. Life is weird. Good weird, but definitely weird.
My familiar leaps onto the windowsill beside me, croaking loudly.
“Morning to you too, Hank,” I say.
Hank’s terrarium sits empty across the room. He’s got full run of our suite now, though the guys weren’t thrilled about it at first. Lucien nearly had an aneurysm when he found Hank nestled in his favorite sweater. But they’ve adjusted. We all have.
Below, a small girl with purple hair struggles with an oversized trunk, her face straining with the effort. I’m about to head down to help when a familiar figure appears beside her. Drake. His blue eyes crinkle as he says something that makes herlaugh, then effortlessly lifts her trunk and guides her toward the dormitories. Still can’t believe he’s fully human again—flesh and blood and mind-bogglingly attractive. No longer trapped between worlds or fading in and out of existence.
“He’s adjusting well,” comes a deep voice from behind me.
I turn to find Ash leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, looking unfairly good in a black button-down with the sleeves rolled up.
“Yeah, he is.”
“You’re staring,” Ash points out, moving to stand beside me at the window.
“So are you.”
He doesn’t deny it, just slides an arm around my waist, pulling me against him. We watch as Drake helps another student, a nervous-looking boy whose trunk has burst open, spilling clothes everywhere.
“Still can’t believe they made him an instructor,” Ash says.
“Why not? He’s lived through most of the 20th century’s magical history firsthand. Pretty perfect for History of Modern Magic.”
“You’re going to be late.” He kisses the top of my head.
Right. The council meeting. The Serpentine Academy Council—twelve members representing the school community, democratically elected. It still sounds surreal, even eight months in. Victoria Wickersly nearly had a stroke when the votes were counted, but to her credit, she’s adapted to the new system with surprising grace. Or at least, with minimal death threats.
