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MIA
Someone pinch me. Is this a dream? I’m back with my boys, in a safe space, reassured that they want me and love me and need me.
And Jason is naked and good God, this boy does feel like he belongs in a dream. Or a novel. The steamy kind. His muscular chest sports cuts and bruises and the big wound he received defending Ashton outside the Academy, his shoulders and back bear the scars of his past, and it makes him look… dangerous. Brave. Hot.
With his blond hair falling in those green eyes, that dimpled grin, and… holy crap, his cock jutting up like that between his legs, so long and thick…
A throb has started between my legs, a burn deep in my belly.
Desire.
I wasn’t lying when I said I missed them in every way. I’ve replayed our time together so many times in my head, in my bed, in class—my time with every one of them.
And now they’re here and…
And Ashton starts to undress. Shirt off, pants shoved down, black briefs poof, gone, and then he’s kneeling there, stroking his impressive cock, smirking at me from under his dark lashes and the fall of his black hair. My mouth dry, I jerk my gaze away from his cock only to find myself gazing appreciatively at his chiseled chest, the muscles in his arms, those broad shoulders.
I catch movement from the corner of my eye and Sindri is taking off his shirt—the only one to actually unbutton it, slowly, flick, flick, one button after another, making my heart thump. I glance up and find those starry eyes on me, smoldering, pinning me in place. He shrugs the white shirt off his muscular shoulders and I sigh in pleasure, taking in his chest. Even bruised and cut as it is, it’s a work of art, every sculpted muscle defined, his small pale nipples taut. His ears poke through his black and blue hair when he bows his head to unzip and push down his pants and underwear, the delicately pointed tips covered in silver.
Then all coherent thought leaves my head when his cock springs up, flushed and thick, and oh God, I want him. I want them all.
Sindri’s gaze flicks to his right and I turn to see Emrys grab the lapels of his black shirt and yank, buttons flying. He shreds the shirt off his chest, and I’m left staring at its muscular, inked perfection, the hoops in his nipples winking at me.
When I glance up, he sticks his tongue out at me, the stud in it glinting. “Are you ready, your Majesty?”
“I…” I shake my head. I can never be ready for these boys, never prepared for such aggressive beauty.
When he yanks his pants down, I see that—of course—he’s gone commando. No underwear. His cock swings out when he drops his black jeans, rock-hard, the sight of the silver piercings in it pushing the air from my lungs.
I remember touching his cock, toying with those piercings, I remember how he jolted and groaned with every touch, how he felt inside of me…
The ache in my belly is all-consuming. I want to reach between my legs and relieve it, I want them to touch me and stroke me and sink inside me.
Should I be afraid of what Ophelia said? That they can shift suddenly?
No. Screw her. They would never hurt me. And I’m not afraid.
They don’t wait for me to undress. They drag themselves around me and put their hands on me, pulling on my sleeves, on my neckline. This dress is going to rip, I think vaguely, but who cares? When the seam on the side screeches, tearing open, the boys make quick work of pulling the dress down, baring me.
I’m still dressed in my underwear, and the boys pause, their eyes raking over me. Then Emrys pulls down the lacy cup of my bra and his mouth fastens on my nipple, wrenching a cry from my throat. Ashton’s mouth lands on the other, and I shake, caught between them. The others close in. Sindri puts a hand down my panties and I moan when his long fingers enter me, stroking, playing with my clit.
Then Jason kneels behind me, stroking his thumb down the seam of my ass, dipping inside just a little, making me tremble with need.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he says hoarsely, and I can only moan in reply.
I must have landed in heaven—or is it hell? I mean, carnal pleasures and all. Is hell really that bad? I wonder. Is wanting these guys really a sin? No sin could ever feel so right.
Loving them with my body and soul cannot be a sin.
Sindri cocks his head to the side, his fingers slipping in and out of me. He’s grinning, his slightly sharp teeth gleaming. “Shall I make you come, Almaya? Or have you come on my cock?”
“Your cock,” I pant. “Please.”
“We all want our turn to be inside of you,” Jason whispers in my ear. “Want that, sweets?”
“God… Yes.” I don’t know, in truth, what I can or can’t do, but I know I want it. I want to be with all of them.
