by J. E. Cluney
Humping it.
“Jesus christ,” I groaned.
“Want me to deal with it?” Lucas offered.
“No, I’ve got it,” I grumbled as I reached out with my magic, intent to draw it back.
Too bad that train of thought was interrupted when wiggling started up in my hand.
I squeaked in shock as the tissues tore from my grip, sparkling as Ollie switched on the bedside lamp.
They fluttered around the room, and Ollie just laughed at the orgasm covered tissues taking flight.
“You know, sex will always be interesting with you,” Lucas mused as he watched the show with utter amusement twinkling in his eyes.
I glared at the tissues, but couldn’t stop myself from grinning as they dove and circled the room, clustering around the beam from the lamp like moths, all orgasmic and sparkly.
I focused on the g-string first, noting how it was getting a little too tight for comfort on Ollie’s foot as I imagined my magic returning to me.
It fell limp as the mischief magic drained from it, and Ollie kicked it off as I turned to the tissues.
“Allow me,” Lucas said as he clicked his fingers.
I watched as they burst into purple flames, dissipating into the air without a trace.
“Maybe we should get you into the shower before the bed starts eating us,” Lucas joked as I held a tissue against my lady parts, making sure to force my magic to not take effect.
I just mumbled about how I’d rather enjoy the moment being cuddled as I climbed out of the bed awkwardly.
I could feel both of them watching my naked form with delight, and I just smiled to myself.
“Anyone going to join me?” I tossed over my shoulder with a sultry smile.
I headed for the bedroom door, trying to walk sexily despite holding the tissues between my legs.
They both scrambled off the bed after me, and I squealed as Lucas swept me up in his arms as the door shot open with magic.
Looks like shower-time was going to be fun too.
I stood under the jet of warm water, loving how the two guys took their time to lather me up. We laughed as we washed each other, completely at ease with our naked bodies. Even Ollie and Lucas took turns being sexy and carefully lathering up the other.
I ignored the bubbles floating around us as I washed downstairs, knowing they’d dissipate on their own. I was careful not to get anything onto the shampoo and soap bottles on the floor of the shower though.
Electrical magic surged through the air, and the chortles of laughter behind me had me turning around.
I joined in when I saw the sight.
Lucas had used his magic to give Ollie a foamy soap afro and mustache, while Lucas had some perfectly molded boobs and an arm long penis jutting out from him.
“You guys are utter children,” I chuckled as I continued rinsing myself off.
“You sure you don’t want to take a ride on this?” Lucas indicated at his fake foam dick, and I snorted.
“It would destroy my insides,” I scoffed.
Ollie laughed as he began rinsing his afro off, his hair falling into his face with the water.
“How about just the standard then?” Lucas teased as he waved his hand, the foamy dick falling away to reveal his erection.
I just smiled, chewing my lip.
“She prefers shifters,” Ollie said as he moved me away from him.
“I don’t have favorites,” I said honestly, but Ollie claimed my mouth as he pushed me up against the tiles.
I moaned as the heat flared up inside me, and Ollie nudged my legs apart with his knee.
I liked his dominating side like this, and his mouth was not as gentle as I was accustomed to.
“Well, you take her then, but I’ll be having my fun too,” Lucas purred, and I opened one lazy eye to see Lucas kissing Ollie’s shoulder, standing right behind him as the water splashed over the pair.
I gasped into Ollie’s mouth as he lifted me up against the wall, and I wrapped my legs around him.
There was no taking things slow as he buried himself into me, and I broke the kiss to moan as I lolled my head back.
I felt him expanding, growing his size to fully fit my walls and stretch them. It was sheer exhilaration as he began thrusting into me.
He wanted me badly, unable to get enough of me, I knew that, feeling it clearly from his mind.
‘Fuck,’ Marcus groaned.
I smiled inwardly as I delved into his mind, discovering that he’d been trying to get ready for his upcoming class in his room still.
Instead, he was leaning over his desk, gripping the edges as the arousals filling his mind flared up his own.
Ollie shuddered as his movements slowed, and he hissed as he dipped down to bite my neck, drawing a soft sound of delight from me.
I knew Lucas had just entered him from behind, and the thought of what they were doing with me involved was just too much.
I squirmed, desperate to be fucked hard.
Ollie waited to adjust to Lucas, before he began thrusting into me, filling me fully as Lucas moved with him.
Moans and grunts surrounded me, and I ran my nails down his back as he pounded into me.
Lucas withheld from using magic to enhance our orgasms this time, which I was grateful for.
There probably would’ve been cracked heads from falling down if he had.
Ollie was able to hold off until I was crying out, gripping his shoulders tight as I spasmed and swore.
Then he was joining me, grunting and moaning as Lucas bucked into him from behind. I clung to him as warmth flooded through me, and I quivered as he bit into my neck, his own way of claiming me as his own.
Lucas finished with him, moaning as he tossed his head back and slid an arm around Ollie’s waist to steady himself.
We all stood under the shower, panting as we chuckled and enjoyed our moment.
‘I swear to God, if you guys are doing this shit while I’m in class, I’m going to get kicked out,’ Marcus groaned into my mind, and the boys chuckled with me.
He’d at least been able to get his pants down and find a towel before orgasming with us. I loved that it was affecting him so much, linking him to our pleasure.
It gave me a dirty idea to try one time, and I giggled as Ollie shook his head in amusement. Even Lucas was grinning at my evil thought.
‘Don’t you dare,’ Marcus growled, but I could tell he was intrigued by the idea, even if it could get him into a tough spot.
Maybe not tonight then.
Besides, it was time to get dinner started.
“You smell so good, like honey and flowers,” Ollie said as he nuzzled my ear.
“You’re my caramello koala,” I joked, and he smirked.
“I think we should wash quickly and leave Cupcake to finish her shower alone. Because I swear, as soon as we start touching one another, this is just going to keep happening,” Lucas sighed as he carefully pulled out of Ollie.
Ollie shuddered against me, all his muscles quivering at the loss. I just held him against me as I looked past him at Lucas, who looked deeply satisfied as he began washing himself off quickly.
I didn’t care that he enjoyed this with Ollie, that guys were his thing too. It didn’t change a single thing about how I felt about him, because I knew his feelings for me were true.
I’d never shun him like his family had, acting like he was a freak. He was one of the most amazing people I’d come to know. His sexual preference meant shit in my mind. Well, as long as I was still in there. That mattered a little.
Those dark emerald eyes caught my own, and that lopsided smile he gave me made my stomach knot up like usual.
I could feel his contentment and delight at being fully accepted. He’d been worried that I’d be funny about his preferences, but I’d loved it, which thrilled him. There was no need for him to worry.
And I also knew, it made him feel for me all that much more. It meant a lot to him to be accepted, eve
n if he pretended he didn’t care what others thought.
How the hell had I found such perfect guys?
“Fate,” Lucas said, his eyes locked with mine.
And the emotions I saw there, the affection, joy, tenderness, and more, made my heart swell.
Fate.
I couldn’t pretend it wasn’t a thing anymore. Because we were perfect for each other, all of us.
We were mates.
9
Ollie.
I headed downstairs to find Lucas already in the living room with Skip.
“So, how’d her first banshee class go?” Skip turned to me as soon as I sat on the lounge across from the pair.
“Um, she learned a few things,” I said as I remembered back.
“Very informative,” Skip rolled his eyes.
“She learned that she can do a sonic scream, but she first needs to accept what she is,” I explained. “The thing where she senses potentially fatal illnesses in animals is a banshee thing, but it’s more prominent because she’s in tune with her ‘wolf in that area. But she can learn to sense it in people too if she focuses.”
“That’s more useful than the banshee scream, and a sonic scream, damn, I’d pay to see that,” Skip awed as he relaxed back into the red cushions. He looked ready to shower and get into his more usual clothes, considering he was wearing a fluro shirt for his work.
“Yeah, it definitely is. How was work today? What did Shaun have you doing?” Lucas asked, changing the subject from Ally.
“Working on a back deck for some lady, nothing too big,” Skip shrugged. “We’ll be finishing it off Thursday when I’ve got the whole day off.”
Marcus joined us, flitting into the room with his laptop bag at his side.
“See you guys later, don’t get up to too much,” he said, giving Lucas and I pointed looks before he flitted out of the room, not bothering to wait for goodbyes from us.
“What’s up with him?” Skip asked, and Lucas just gave me a sly smile as his eyes twinkled with glee.
I just shook my head, hearing the shower cut off overhead.
“Dinner plans?” Skip asked as he stood up, intent to go have his own shower now that Ally had finished.
“Roast, Cupcake’s cooking,” Lucas informed him.
“Mmm, yum,” Skip moaned, and I inwardly snickered. That’s exactly what had started the whole hot scene.
I waited until he was tromping up the stairs before moving to the lounge beside Lucas.
“We need to get Ally to accept her banshee side so she can defend herself,” I stated immediately. “Has your dad got any more news?”
“Nope. Honestly, this is quite worrying that no one can find this wendigo. Makes me wonder just how strong he is. Trish said that wendigos are created. They come into being from feasting on other supes. What if, whatever it originally was, is what’s making it so hard to find?” he mused out loud as he rested an ankle on his knee, frowning at the far wall as if the answers lay there.
“What kind of supes can hide from warlocks?” I dared to ask.
“Not many, not many at all,” Lucas murmured, and I could see his mind whirring behind those concerned eyes.
“Well, then how can we help her accept what she is? I couldn’t see what was happening when she disappeared into that void inside herself. It was like she was there, but blocked from me,” I said, hating the strange feeling I’d had when she’d tried to embrace her banshee side. I’d gotten used to being connected with her, finding comfort in the familiar sensations, of feeling her emotions and hearing some of her thoughts.
And then it was like I was blocked off from her.
What if embracing her true self was just more of that?
Her grandmother had said our bonds would become stronger and we’d get stronger, but I wasn’t so sure.
But she needed to protect herself, that I was positive of.
“I have an idea on how to help her accept what she is. I’ll see if she wants to give it a go after dinner,” Lucas said as he drummed a finger on his chin.
He was still mulling over the various supes who could hide from warlocks.
Allison joined us, striding into the room with more bounce in her step and a gorgeous glow.
“I’m going to get started on the roast,” she stated as she continued straight to the kitchen.
I instantly followed after her, drawing in her rich flowery scent which was only amplified after her shower. I knew the soaps and washes she used matched her already sweet fragrance.
“Want some help?” I offered as I drew up behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist.
I nuzzled her damp hair, loving the feel of her in my arms.
“Sure, you can help me cut up the veggies,” she said, twisting in my arms and giving me a soft peck on the lips.
She pulled away from my grip, moving to the fridge and pulling out the chicken. She then handed me the half pumpkin and collected up all the veggies she wanted to roast with the chicken, placing them out on the counter.
We got to work, grinning and mucking around as I threw pumpkin seeds at her and she retaliated with potato peels.
It took longer with the pair of us than if she’d done it alone, but once it was in the oven, we were grinning like mad.
“We could get an episode or two of the ‘Good Place’ in while we wait?” I suggested.
“Okay,” she nodded, and I took her hand to lead her back into the living room.
Skip was sitting on the lounge with a textbook in hand, and Lucas was off somewhere else.
I have to do some studying tonight myself, since we had some assessments to do now. Maybe Allison would sit down with me later and we could study together.
I smiled softly at the thought.
Being around her settled me. It made me feel complete, no dread in the corner of my mind about my curse or my family dramas, no worries about anything.
Just peace, and a sense of belonging.
We sat down on the lounge, and she gave me a tender look, having caught some of my thoughts.
My heart skipped when she settled against me, allowing me to pull her onto my lap a bit while I got ‘Good Place’ up.
Skip gave us a smile, but focused on his reading as the TV started up.
Having her in my arms was everything I could ever want.
10
“So what can a sonic scream do anyway?” Skip asked as we enjoyed the roast. They were quite pleased with my cooking, and I was loving the gravy with my chicken and veggies.
“Repel attackers, although it can be fine tuned to target. I could break a glass eventually, without affecting anything else,” I stated as I sipped my water. I’d finished the remainder of my milo while watching the ‘Good Place’ with Ollie, now I was sticking to water.
“You could probably burst someone’s eardrum if you got good enough,” Skip mused, contemplating just what my power meant.
I was struggling to keep my eyes from wandering since he’d failed to throw on a shirt tonight.
“I wonder just how high-tuned it can get. Imagine if you could scream at a frequency that only affects liquids. And you screamed at someone. Their blood could literally explode from them,” Skip added, grinning at his insane concept.
“I don’t think I could do that,” I snorted.
“I think we need to figure out how to teach you just to protect yourself first. Marcus gave you some combat training, didn’t he?” Lucas checked.
Marcus had spent one evening showing me some self-defense moves. But I lacked the same strength that other supernaturals had. Sure, I was stronger than a human, but not stronger than full-blooded supes. I was only a halfling. So it wasn’t very helpful compared to my soul magic.
“Don’t think some self-defense tactics are going to stop a wendigo,” Skip muttered.
“After dinner, I can help you try drawing it forth again, if you’re keen?” Lucas suggested.
I chewed my lip at this. I did need to learn it, and I couldn’t
be scared of what I was.
It was hard, not knowing everything completely. Sasha had explained as much as she could, but there was still no knowing completely, especially since I was pixie.
“Okay,” I sighed, accepting that it had to be done.
“You’ll get it, don’t stress,” Skip tried to reassure me.
That wasn’t what bothered me though. It was that void, and the mirror.
I could feel Ollie and Lucas watching me carefully, and I focused on finishing my dinner.
I hated how my chest tightened at the thought of trying again, but I wouldn’t fight it. If this was me, then so be it. I’d accept it.
I had to.
I stood with my arms crossed as Lucas stepped off the verandah and out into the darkened backyard.
I watched him, shifting uneasily from foot to foot as I waited on the verandah under the glow of the outside light.
“You going to follow?” he called over his shoulder, giving me an amused smile.
I scowled as I walked down to meet him.
“You want to defend yourself, right?” he said as he turned and took my hands in his.
“Yes,” I sighed.
“Then you need to accept this other part of you. I know it’s scary. I can’t even begin to know what it must be like, since no one ever knew what you were and explained it to you. It’s all so new,” he said with a soft smile as he kissed my forehead.
I relaxed at the touch of his lips, the spark tingling through me.
“How?” I murmured.
“Ollie and Marcus couldn’t see what was going on with you, but I think, because I’m a warlock, that that’s the reason I caught glimpses. The reflection of you, I think you need to accept her. Because she is you,” Lucas shared his theory.
“You think?” I frowned.
“I can’t know for sure, I’ve never really known anything about banshees,” he admitted.
I stared into those dark eyes, into the caring and affection eyes of the man who had become one of my mates. He wanted to help me embrace this, to choose my true self and fight, to protect myself.
“Let’s do this then,” I said, gritting my teeth as I conceded.
