And maybe, if we get this right, we’ll stop Daigh in his tracks.
I straddled Corbin, taking his cock in my hand and stoking it, feeling its length, remembering how good it felt between my legs. Flynn handed me a condom and I rolled it down Corbin’s shaft. He was so big it barely reached halfway.
I lifted myself up on shaking legs, aimed Corbin’s cock in the right place, and sank down, sighing with pure joy as the ache inside me was filled.
Corbin’s hands wrapped around my thighs, steadying me as I found my own rhythm. His eyes locked on mine. For the first time since I’d known him, his expression was serene, relaxed, almost filled with… awe.
I did this to him. I gave this gift to him.
His cock felt so good, filling me, touching every part of me. I swept my gaze to the others standing around us, watching me fuck their friend and de facto leader. I glanced at Rowan and beckoned him forward.
Rowan’s eyes widened as I took my hand off Corbin’s shoulder and wrapped it around his shaft, stroking him softly, slowly, trying to mimic his own technique on me. Rowan gulped as his eyes flicked down to Corbin, and the two of them shared a look that made me feel almost like a trespasser.
“I’m next,” Blake said. He came around the front of the couch and knelt on the arm, straddling Corbin’s face.
“Mate, what are you doing?” Corbin demanded as Blake’s balls swung in front of his face.
“Giving Maeve exactly what she wants.” Blake held out his cock. I bent down and took it in my mouth.
The angle of Corbin’s cock rubbed a dark spot inside me that flicked my power higher, harder, faster. My skin practically boiled. I ground my hips into Corbin as I rocked forward to take in more of Blake, then back again. Mmmmm. My grip tightened around Rowan’s cock. So full of them all.
The sofa creaked as Flynn clambered on behind me, rustling his paper bag. He pressed his stomach against me, warming my skin. His hand snaked around, rolling my nipple between his fingers before reaching down and circling my clit.
I ground my hips against Corbin, driving him deeper as my lips curled around Blake's cock, sucking him as far as I could, filling my body so completely with them, wanting more, more, more.
Four sad, lonely, broken-hearted boys. It was like they’d been waiting here for me all this time, waiting for us to join together and feed each other on the embers of our hurt.
This is how to fucking heal.
Something warm trickled down the crack of my ass. Flynn nibbled on my neck. He slid his fingers through the warm lube, trailing a line down, down, down, until he slipped a finger inside my back hole. I gasped around Blake’s cock at the strangeness of the sensation.
A second finger joined Flynn’s first. They swirled around, pressing against the circle of muscle, and then, they were inside me. First one, then another. I could feel them brushing against Corbin’s cock through the thin wall of my vagina. I sucked in a breath. This is intense.
Flynn moved his fingers in and out, matching Corbin’s rhythm, giving me a taste of what it was to be completely full. I stopped grinding my lips, letting the boys control the speed and depth, enjoying being suspended between them, held aloft by their passion.
Rowan watched my face, his pupils dilated, his lips pursed, a hungry look in his eyes. His gaze flicked to Corbin, whose face registered the feel of Flynn’s fingers against the thin wall. He sure didn’t notice Blake’s balls swinging in front of him any longer. Corbin’s eyes blazed with desire, and Rowan’s shoulders sagged with the longing he could not share. And I knew then without a shadow of a doubt that what happened in the dream was real. As much as Rowan cared about me, he was totally in love with Corbin, who still had no idea.
But I did, and I could give Rowan what he needed… for now.
I dropped Blake’s cock for a moment. “Flynn, that feels so good,” I moaned, turning my head so I could see Flynn’s eyes. “But… can Rowan be the… um, first?”
Disappointment flickered across Flynn’s face for a moment, but then he grinned. “As long as he treats you right, Einstein,” he whispered, planting a kiss on my lips. “I’ve loosened you up for him.”
I dropped Rowan’s cock. Flynn scrambled out of the way, and took up Rowan’s old position beside me. I grabbed Flynn’s rigid cock, knowing it wouldn’t be long before he blew. I gripped him tight and sucked the tip into my mouth as I wrapped my other hand around Blake’s.
That’s it, Princess, Blake’s voice caressed the inside of my skull. Take us all in. Feel your power grow. Give yourself completely over to the pleasure.
Rowan’s arms fell around me and his lips brushed my neck. “Please don’t let me hurt you,” he whispered into my ear.
His words gave me pause. Was this really the best idea? Rowan was so big…
My body answered for me, the ache inside me begging for ultimate fulfillment. The magic darted and leapt under my skin, desperate to be united with the four sources of power. “You could never hurt me,” I whispered back. “Go slow, okay?”
“I will. Tell me if it hurts and I’ll stop.”
I returned my mouth to Flynn’s cock, sucking him in deep for several strokes before going back to Blake. I heard a package tear as Rowan rolled on a condom, and then another warm squirt of lube hit my back. His hand gripped my shoulder, and I felt a shudder rocket down his arm.
Nearly there, Princess. We’re nearly ready. Keep doing that thing with your tongue and I’ll be the fist to blow.
My body quaked, the magic bubbling through my veins. “Please,” I purred around Blake’s cock. “Please give me everything.”
37
ROWAN
Maeve’s back glistened with sweat, her shoulders rolling forward as she took Flynn’s dick in her mouth, alternating between him and Blake. I rubbed lube on my hands, over her ass and my cock, still not really believing this was really happening.
I trailed my fingers through the lube Flynn and I had spread over her ass. Maeve’s body shuddered against Corbin as I slid my finger into her hole, pushing past the tight band of flesh.
Blake wasn’t the only one that had done this before. Of course, I’d never been this sober, or this turned on, or this terrified.
I slid my finger deeper, feeling the hardness of Corbin’s cock pressing against the thin wall. I closed my eyes, steeling myself as my cock shuddered.
Shit. I nearly came right then. Keep it together, Rowan. Maeve knew my secret, and this was her gift to me. I needed to focus or it would be over before it began.
“Thank you,” I whispered against Maeve’s earlobe so only she could hear. Her lips curled back into a smile as she moved her mouth from Blake’s cock to Flynn’s. I thrust my finger inside her, and she moaned against Flynn.
I met Corbin’s steady rhythm, running the pad of my finger along his shaft through Maeve’s skin, like I was stroking him, too.
Maeve’s mouth fell open in an O of pleasure. Her muscles slackened as she rode the new sensations flooding though her. Slivers of her magic leapt out of her skin and darted across my own.
And over Maeve’s shoulder, Corbin’s face stared back at me, his eyes flicked from Maeve’s to mine. He held my gaze, and it was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.
Then Blake climbed on top of the couch arm again, pressing his cock against Maeve’s lips, begging her to take it alongside Flynn’s.
Our moment was gone. Instead of Corbin’s eyes, I was going to have to stare at Blake’s rigid cock. Not a bad view, as cocks went, but nothing like what I wanted to see.
“I don’t think so, mate.” Flynn elbowed Blake in the ribs. “I meant what I said; none of you guys are touching my junk.”
“Aw, Irish. I thought you were the fun one,” Blake tried to kiss Flynn’s cheek, but Flynn ducked just in time.
“No need to fight. I can alternate.” Maeve slid her mouth off Flynn and took in Blake, sucking him deep. I added a second finger, driving another deep moan from her throat. Corbin’s cock leapt inside her.
How amazing would that cock feel inside of me?
No. I couldn’t think like that. Now was not the time to wish for what couldn’t be. I intended to relish every moment of Maeve’s gift, of her and him and me bound together.
Maeve gyrated her hips. Muffled gasps and grunts emerged from her throat. Blake's eyes bugged out as her lips vibrated around his cock. Maeve’s hand snaked down and she grabbed Flynn’s cock, pumping him hard while he bent his head to her chest, sucking her nipples.
Three fingers. Maeve thrust back, her nails scraping against Corbin’s chest. She was ready, and I couldn’t hold on any longer.
I poured more lube onto the condom on my shaft, making sure it was plenty wet. This was Maeve’s dream just as much as it was mine; I didn’t want it to be painful. I positioned myself at her entrance. Before I could even push forward, Corbin slammed into her, rocking her back so she slid herself onto the head of my cock.
So tight.
My heart pounded. My hands trembled. I could feel everything.
Corbin’s cock moving against mine though the thin wall, Maeve’s body hugging me tight, clamping me in place. I drew out slowly, listening to her breath hitch. As I thrust back in, Corbin pulled out, dragging his length along mine.
Corbin and Maeve. It was like I was fucking both of them. Oh, gods.
Maeve gasped. “It’s so… amazing.”
“Yup,” Corbin grunted. “Fuck, I…”
I thrust forward again and he couldn’t even finish his sentence, his words dissolving into a long moan that tore my heart to pieces.
Corbin and I settled into a rhythm, thrusting together to move Maeve between us. Her body shimmered with the power of her magic as we four worshipped her the only way we knew how. We held her and loved her and fucked her and poured everything we were into her body, giving her all our broken pieces so she could make us whole again.
So tight. So intense. So perfect.
My cock jerked as Corbin’s slid down it again. He gasped and gritted his teeth. I was so close, my body all knotted up as I fought to hold on as long as I could. Between us, Maeve made little mewling sounds around Blake’s cock. I couldn’t see her eyes, but the tensing in her shoulders and pitch of her cries suggested she wasn’t far away, either.
Maeve's growing pleasure reached inside me, and it grabbed my own magic, pulling it out through my skin. My earth magic poured out of me – all the things I most loved; the smell of fresh soil on my fingers, the precise way I cut vegetables from the garden, using the ancient spell books to create healing potions, Corbin’s face lighting up as he bit into something delicious I’d made. Maeve’s magic absorbed all those sensations and feelings through her skin, taking my power and making it part of her own.
So amazing. The most intimate thing I’d ever experienced – sharing body and magic. Corbin’s cock rubbing down mine. Both of us plunging deep inside Maeve, pulling her power to the surface so it enveloped us all like a cloud—
Corbin’s legs rubbed against my thighs as a convulsion rocked through his whole body. Maeve’s head curled back and Blake moved his bloody ball sac for long enough that I glimpsed Corbin’s face. His mouth hung open, his eyes rolled back, his expression completely shell-shocked.
I’d done that to him. Maeve and I had rendered that giant of a man utterly spent.
I relaxed my muscles, giving in to my own release with a cry that didn’t sound human. Maeve’s magic swirled around me, becoming one with my own. I tossed my head back as I thrust into her one final time, spilling four years of sexual repression inside her in a single, earth-shattering orgasm.
Maeve moaned, long and low, and her legs clamped around Corbin’s thighs as her whole body shuddered. He power burst out of her body, tossing the four of us back as it radiated out like a giant mushroom cloud, spilling white-hot heat into the air before it disappeared entirely.
I collapsed against Maeve’s back, gasping for breath. “Wow,” she kept saying over and over again. “Wow, wow, wow.”
“I was pretty bloody good, wasn’t I?” Flynn grinned, planting a kiss on Maeve’s forehead.
She laughed. “Always a pleasure, Flynn.”
“That power—” Corbin wheezed. “Maeve, how did you…?”
“Not now, Mussolini,” Blake grinned. “Give us a minute to bask in the glow of our own awesomeness.”
Maeve’s eyes met mine and understanding flickered between us. She would never tell Corbin the truth about how I felt. Instead, she had given me this chance to show him. He might not notice it, so enraptured was he by her. He might choose not to notice, because Corbin did have a history of choosing not to see things that challenged the way he saw the world.
Or maybe he would finally see what he meant to me, and kick me out of Briarwood, and I’d lose everything I’d ever loved.
Two of those three options I could live with.
I think.
38
ARTHUR
It’s no bloody use.
I took my sword into the orchard right to the back of the garden, hoping that hacking an apple tree to pieces might calm me down. But Maeve’s cries of ecstasy soared from the open library window and pounded against my ears.
My dick pressed against my jeans, hard and angry at me for leaving.
Well, damn him. Just because all the others were thinking with their dicks, doesn’t mean I had to.
I should have just brought my phone down, plugged my earbuds in, and drowned out this bollocks with some fucking heavy metal. But I imagined somehow that she’d even cut through the loudest, angriest music.
I tossed the sword onto the ground, balled up my hands, and slammed my fist into the trunk of the apple tree. Usually, hitting shit helped me to cool the aggression that bubbled under the surface of my skin, but this time it wasn’t helping.
I hated them for agreeing to it, for taking away my chance to be with her. I wanted Maeve to be my girlfriend. She was the first girl I’d ever imagined I could have a life with, who could accept me and understand. Being with her was the only thing that seemed to quell the rage inside me.
I admired her strength, her determination. I loved the way she practiced her sword moves again and again and again until she got them right. I loved watching her brain work, seeing her brow furrow and her eyes narrow as she concentrated on a problem. The adorable way her eyes lit up when she formulated a solution. I loved talking to her, found myself telling her things I’d never told anyone else – things about my mum, and about the anger that built up inside me, the inferno that was part of my magic but also part of myself.
I wanted her to be mine.
And she wanted this… gangbang instead.
I hated her for not choosing me, but that hate was different from what I felt for my dad. Maeve’s heart was too big for me – she was doing what she needed to do to heal herself, and that was something I could understand. I’d done far worse things in my life to try and drive out the anger I had for my dad.
No, the hate I felt was the love I had for her and the hate I had for myself. The three things were one and the same. I hated my friends because I wanted to be up there with them. But I couldn’t.
The others – they were reacting to the pull of the magic. Even though we made a pact when we found out Maeve was moving to Briarwood, swearing that none of us would make the first move, that we wouldn’t do anything to make the others look bad or to make ourselves look better, that seemed to have gone out the window. Corbin believed that he was the best person to lead the coven – which was probably true – and that him being Maeve’s chosen one was the right solution for all of us. Flynn’s competitive streak wouldn’t allow him to lose to any of us, especially me and Corbin. And Rowan… poor Rowan didn’t have the strength the rest of us did. I got the feeling he’d never been with many women. Of course he’d struggle to resist it.
Blake… I didn’t know what his game was, but I could see the lust in his eyes when he looked at her. It made me want to smack him in the fa
ce.
I didn’t care about being the magister. I didn’t even care about the coven any more. But I was falling for Maeve. And that was why I couldn’t participate in what she and the others were doing, even though being pulled into those dreams of hers turned my cock hard, even though I pulled one off every night thinking about it—
“Bloody hell,” I yelled again as fire sprung up on the grass beside me. I threw the rest of my water bottle on it, watching the flames splutter and sizzle and then die back. As long as resisting Maeve didn’t burn the castle down, it’d be fine.
I leaned against the tree and slid down until my arse hit the damp grass. My hand brushed the hilt of my sword. I stared down at the blade. My elbow itched.
It would be so easy. Press blade to skin and draw it back. Bleed out the pain, let the rush of relief flood my body. Bleed Maeve out of my system so I could be strong and stoic again.
No.
I hadn’t cut myself for two years. My eyes burned with shame that I’d even contemplated it. I’d worked so goddamn hard to not need the blood, the pain. That was what the swordfighting had been in aid of, to give me a way to vent my frustration and helplessness and need for control, without resorting to scarring myself.
A fire burned in the back of my throat. I grabbed my elbow, running my finger over the raised scars. Remember… remember…
Remember your dad telling you how useless you were, how no woman would ever want someone as ugly as you. Remember the kids at school acting as though you were invisible, as though you could be scrubbed off the face of the earth and no one would even notice. Remember the whispers and the laughter and the taunts no teacher ever heard, remember how they looked at you as though you were no longer a person but a monster instead, and how that gave them license to treat you like one. Remember the relief of that first cut, because when you punished yourself at least you had control, but then you had to keep doing it, again and again, feeding the demon that lived inside you and made you shoot fire and do terrible things, and no matter how much blood you fed it, the demon kept coming back, kept screaming that you were ugly and useless and evil and why hadn’t you died instead of her—
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