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Emrys grabs Sindri’s chin and kisses him full on the mouth, a long, deep kiss that has Sindri groaning and grabbing Emrys’ shoulders for support.
“Oh my God.” I moan, caught in the spectacle of Emrys kissing Sindri, then Ashton joining them, the three of them somehow kissing each other, Emrys turning from Sindri to Ashton and back.
Then I hiss as Jason pushes in all the way and I’m sitting in his lap, staring down at his handsome face, tight with bliss.
“Oh yeah,” he gasps, “God…”
“It worked,” Sindri says, a smile in his voice. “But now I want to join you.”
“Get over here,” Jason says. “You’re too far away.”
He starts rocking into me as the boys come closer and now I’m once more surrounded by their gorgeous faces and bodies. Jason guides me up and down, helping me ride him, and I place my hands on his broad chest for balance. I’m starting to get breathless, the pressure in my belly rising, when Emrys presses himself to my back, licking my neck, his pierced cock rubbing between my ass cheeks.
God, why does that feel so good? The feel of Jason inside me and Emrys just stroking me there is going to set me off like a firework. I’m gazing down into Jason’s pretty green eyes, and he looks as dazed as I feel, not grinning anymore, his lips parted, breath coming in short gasps.
“Damn, Mia… So good… Oh, fuck…”
Ashton kneels on my left. He puts his hand under my chin and turns my head toward him. His mouth lands on mine and he kisses me, hungrily, thirstily, nipping at my lips, licking into my mouth and it’s almost enough to get me off.
Then Sindri turns my head the other way and kisses me in his turn, his mouth firm, his tongue aggressive as it dances with mine, his sharp teeth marking my lips.
“Oh…” I’m starting to come, my pussy contracting around Jason’s cock as Sindri releases me from the kiss. It’s crushing, this orgasm, so different, a damn bursting inside me.
Jason’s magic is rising around me, in me, the earth and life and all that power filling me up, our energies mingling as he hisses a curse and lets his head fall back, his hips jerking up, his cock twitching and jerking inside of me.
I ride him through the aftershocks, moaning, feeling every twitch of his cock inside of me, and it feels so amazing.
I’m spent. My body is lax, heavy. I slump on top of Jason, my arms giving out, my breasts mashed to his chest. My heart is pounding.
It’s a long moment later when strong hands lift me up and off Jason, turning me to face Emrys. I open my mouth to say that I can’t have more sex, not tonight, I’m sore and tired and don’t think I’m up to it—and then shut it again.
Because Emrys from up close, aroused and flushed, eyes glittering like black gems, is not something I have any resistance against. My body responds to him before I even know what is happening, my nipples tightening, the familiar throb in my belly sharp and desperate.
“My Dancing Angel,” he whispers, tucking a flyaway strand of hair behind my ear, the gesture gentle, at odds with the wild light in his eyes. “Are you ready for me?”
Never ready. Always willing. Because they’re mine and I long to be one with them, always.
He doesn’t haul me into his lap, doesn’t lie down to let me ride him. He pushes me down on the mattress, leans over me. Caveman-style, I think, a little amused but also excited, as he parts my legs and settles between them.
“Remember having my cock inside of you?” he says.
I do but it feels like a lifetime ago before Ophelia came and tore us apart.
“That time I was too aroused to make you come properly,” he says. “I didn’t go in all the way, either. You were too tight.”
I had wondered about that. I shake my head, suddenly a little apprehensive. “Rys—”
“You’ll love it,” he says, his grin making an appearance, crooked and wicked. “That’s a fucking promise.”
How do you contradict that? In fact, how do you resist that? That promise, this boy with his spiky hair and his spiky manners, the spikes in his tongue, his nipples, his cock, when he makes you hurt so good?
I put my fingertips on his face, mapping the sharpness of his jaw, the high cheekbones, the long lashes, the thick brows. I brush the shells of his ears with all their studs and hoops. Clasp my hands behind his strong neck. “Show me,” I whisper.
His feral grin turns into something darker. He lifts a hand to my face, smooths his thumb over my lips, dips his head to kiss me—one rough pass, two, the stud of his tongue brushing against my tongue, making me shudder.
Then he lifts up and shoves a hand between his legs to guide his cock into me. I’m already soaked, opened up by the others, but as his cock pushes into me, I arch up. God, those piercings… I never expected them to feel anything but painful, but…
He bows over me, a hand braced by my head, the other drawing one of my legs up to curl around his firm ass and I moan as he shoves deeper, the silver balls on either side of his cock stroking me, raising the pleasure higher. He grunts, his jaw working. He rocks faster, powerful muscles in his thighs bunching and releasing as he pistons in and out of me, his eyes half-closing, breath coming in short huffs.
His magic rises, touching mine, flames and heat, shooting stars and planets going supernova, lava and smoke. I see the flames in his eyes when his lashes lift, when he growls and lifts both my legs around his waist to pound into me, losing his rhythm, losing control.
I cry out his name as I come, feeling like I’m going up in flames, too, burning, burning all the way.
I don’t know how much time passes. I only know that at some point I open my eyes again to find that they have all crawled around me, surrounding me, making sure that we’re touching—a leg, an arm, a hand—as they lay down to rest before we make our grand escape.
