“Jerk,” she whispered, giving up the fight.
Tamlen held her tightly, and his other hand reached to her legs, slowly pulling up the bottom of her robe, enough so he was able to run his fingers along her skin, their momentum inching up until they reached her upper thigh. He drew circles onto her skin with his fingertips, smiling into her neck and she continued to squirm and complain about how unfair it was.
“You should know by now I don’t like to play fair,” Tamlen spoke, his voice strong even though it was quiet. With that, his hand moved upwards, landing between the apex of her legs, where—Bastian noticed—Celena was completely bare. She wore no undergarments, as if she expected this outcome and wanted to be ready for it.
The bottom of her robe was bunched by her thighs, and she whimpered as Tamlen began to stroke her, murmuring things Bastian could not hear to her ears. Her pale skin grew flushed. She was near helpless in his grip.
Tamlen took his time, getting to know each and every fold of her, his fingers drawing up and down her, stroking soft circles around the small mound of skin that made her moan louder. Bastian said nothing; he could not even look away. It was too much. What he wanted to do was tear Celena from his grasp and take her to the bedroom.
He didn’t have to wait long.
Suddenly, Tamlen withdrew his hand from her, sweeping his arms between them, easily picking her up as he got to his feet. He carried her, much like the way an adult would carry a sleeping child to bed. Although, Bastian knew, he most certainly wasn’t carrying her to bed to put her to sleep.
Celena gently smacked Tamlen’s shoulder, which caused Tamlen to stop and turn his torso, allowing her to meet both Bastian’s and Vale’s eyes. Her eyebrows rose as she asked innocently, “Well? Aren’t you coming?”
Vale and Bastian met eyes. Neither man needed further invitation, so they hurried to stand, following Tamlen and Celena to the bedroom.
If this was Bastian’s old life, he wouldn’t have so eagerly followed. He wasn’t the type of man who could enjoy a woman while others were in the room, let alone watching and participating. Then again, if this was his first life, he wouldn’t have been with Celena at all.
Perhaps, he was measured in thinking, his death was not entirely bad. If it brought them together like this…well, there were worse things out there, and hardly ones any better. After all, this was more than Bastian could’ve ever hoped for—he was alive once more, even though the memory of his death still haunted him, and he had Celena, not to mention the strong feelings in his heart.
Zyssept needn’t have threatened him. He would never leave her side again.
Chapter Six
Lena giggled as Tamlen practically tore off her robe. After he’d set her on the edge of the bed, she had to push him back, fearing he’d tear it in two. She couldn’t go walking back to Rivaini while wearing clothes that were indecent. She had to look somewhat respectable. So after she’d pushed him back, and as the others filed into the room, she shimmied out of her robe, letting it fall onto the floor in a heap. The moment her body was free, she breathed in deeply.
Truly, she didn’t want to leave. The selfish part of her did not want to return to Rivaini, didn’t want to alert the College and the King about Gregain’s actions. She wanted to remain with her men, without a care in the world. But even that would be a lie. A nice one, but a lie nonetheless. Lena would never have no cares, for Gregain and saving the mages in the College were not her only troubles.
Zyssept would come for her sooner or later, and she had to be ready. She had to fight him, find a weakness or a way to break the pact she’d made with him when she was but a child. A child in the middle of a tantrum; a child who knew not what kind of deal she made. She hated herself for it, but she could drown in her self-loathing later.
Right now, she had three men before her, each with a set of hungry eyes.
When Tamlen leaned down over her, ready to crawl on top of her, she set a flat hand against his chest, pushing him away as she made a tsk-tsk sound. “I told you,” she said, “that Bastian and I would continue, since you interrupted our moment.” She swung her legs off the bed, swaying her hips as she moved to the man in question. “I am a woman of my word,” she added quietly, pulling Bastian back to the bed with her.
As Vale and Tamlen watched, she spun Bastian around, pushing him down on the bed. When he started to fiddle with his clothes, the blasted farmer’s clothes that looked mighty ridiculous on the body of a trained chevalier, Lena stopped him.
“Let me,” she whispered. The man halted instantly, and she took the helm, the lead. She helped him out of his clothes and tossed them behind her. Lena would do her best to make Bastian forget about the truth of his death.
It still shocked her, knowing the truth. Bastian didn’t catch the plague; the King had him killed. Because he served his purpose. What kind of a sick and twisted man was the King? Perhaps going to Rivaini and pleading for the mages would turn out to be a useless endeavor. Maybe she’d get back and they’d all be dead already…
No, she couldn’t think like that.
Lena put all her focus on Bastian, showering his body with kisses once she’d gotten his clothes off. She straddled him, her lips drawing along his shoulders as her fingers ran down his chest. His body was so wide, warm and strong. He was perhaps even more muscled than Vale. With his darker skin, he was an outsider to everyone else in Rivaini. Everyone but her. When she looked at him, she saw her savior. She saw Bastian.
Why did it take her so long to realize her childhood crush had morphed somewhere along the way to an undeniable, intense love? A love that shook her to her very core, a love that was different than her feelings for Vale and Tamlen, because of the history they shared. She’d connected with him the night he’d saved her from the burning farmhouse; she simply hadn’t known it until now.
Lena brought her lips to his, drowning him in the passion she felt building in her body. He was more than receptive, moving his hands to her back, holding her to him, parting his lips just enough so she could slide her tongue in. It was all she could do to not take him here and now. But she wouldn’t. She’d make him go crazy with desire before she took him in.
After parting their lips, she moved up a bit, glancing at Vale and Tamlen, who stood aside the bed, watching her please Bastian. They were a bit preoccupied in each other, which was more than all right. She liked knowing they found pleasure in each other as much as they did with her. She grew hot and bothered when she imagined them fucking each other. The space between her legs felt as if it grew wetter as she stared at their embrace. They’d both taken off their shirts, though their trousers were still on. They ran their strong hands down each other’s backs, their mouths locked.
Oh, what it would feel like to be in the middle of that manly embrace…
As if knowing her thoughts drifted, Bastian did something which made her refocus on the man beneath her. Her breasts hung over his head, and he leaned up, taking a pink, puckered nipple in his mouth. His tongue ran over it, swirled around it. Pleasure shot down her back, and Lena stifled a moan as his hands gripped her butt, much as they did when she rode him in the bath.
Bastian moved to her other nipple, and out of the corner of her eye, Lena saw the others were working to take off their pants. Just as well. It was all so much sexier when everyone was utterly naked.
Before she could argue or stop him, Bastian flipped them around, his mouth never leaving her right nipple, so that he was now atop her. She felt her body shiver in anticipation. She’d never known how forceful he could be. It was the opposite of a turn off.
She felt him pry open her legs. Bastian broke his hold on her nipple only to kiss her along her stomach. Even farther down, truly. Past the bit of hair between her legs. His tongue flicked out, tasting her, nearly sending her off the edge immediately. Just gazing down at Bastian between her legs, feeling his hands gripping her waist as he licked her and gently sucked on her was almost too much. Lena arched her back involuntaril
y, moaning loudly and grinding her hips on his mouth.
“You taste like sunshine and life,” Bastian murmured against her sex, causing her to giggle. Whatever sunshine and life tasted like, it must have been good, for his tongue went straight back to work, bringing her to the height of her pleasure quickly. The man was as good with his tongue as Tamlen.
Her body started to shake, her hands clenching on the sheets and her toes curling. She let out another moan, this one more like an exhale of pleasure. Her skin grew hot, her heart beating rapidly as the sensation swept through her, unstoppable and demanding. Lena felt her inner walls clenching, and she needed to be filled.
Bastian knew exactly what she needed, and he crawled up, positioning himself. Their eyes met, his hazel stare cloudy with desire and longing as he pushed in. His hips started moving, rocking back and forth, an expression of ecstasy on his handsome face. Sweat pooled on his brow as he worked her, filling her up.
Near the bed, Tamlen watched them, dark eyes lingering on her. Vale was on his knees before him, head bobbing along his cock. Tamlen had his hand on the back of his head, guiding him along, fucking his mouth. The sight was almost enough to make Lena come again. These guys, her men, made her feel so wanton and frisky. Sexual by its very definition.
She wouldn’t have it any other way.
It didn’t take long for Bastian to increase his speed, his body tensing. A moan left him as he thrusted inside her again, as deep as he could go. As the orgasm rocked his body, he nearly collapsed on top of her as his seed spewed inside her. He kissed her sweetly before pulling out, rolling beside her, breathing hard.
“Tamlen,” Lena spoke, her voice a breathy whisper, “it’s my turn with Vale.”
Tamlen was sluggish to release his grip on the back of Vale’s head, allowing the other man to stumble to his feet after wiping his mouth of the excess saliva. Vale moved to the foot of the bed, standing straight, gazing down at her open legs. She hadn’t moved after Bastian pulled out. His dick also stood at attention, fully erect and ready to push inside her.
The man needed no further instruction. He eased into her quite effortlessly, her hole already wet and ready for him thanks to Bastian. However, before he started thrusting, Tamlen moved behind him. Vale must’ve known what the man wanted, for he bent over Lena, face inches above hers. His cock never left her, but she did feel it tense as Tamlen slowly pushed inside of Vale.
She felt herself drown in hot, wet desire. Vale would fuck her while Tamlen fucked him. It was all deliciously taboo, a sensation of pleasure Lena couldn’t deny. The men began thrusting atop her, and she had to keep her eyes open to watch.
Having two men above her was…beyond hot. More than sexy. It was almost too much. And seeing Vale’s face, watching his blue eyes grow heavy, whether it was with a desire to fuck or be fucked, made her want this moment never to end. She reached her right hand out, seeking Bastian. Once she found him, her fingers weaved with his, and she held his hand, unable to look at him as Vale kept thrusting.
How long would he last? Would it be too much for him? Was it too much pleasure all at once? Lena wondered these questions and more as her gaze flicked to Tamlen. He stood on the edge of the bed, the only person in the room who remained upright. Vale was bent over her, his dick sliding in and out of her as Tamlen set the pace. Being one with her men like this…she never knew it was all she ever wanted.
It was everything she needed.
Their rhythms were in synch, and Lena bit her lip, stopping herself from crying out. Anytime Vale pushed into her, Tamlen pushed into him. When Vale withdrew, Tamlen rocked his hips back. Again and again. Over and over until it felt like her body would implode from pleasure. Her hand tightened around Bastian’s when Vale shuddered, whispering something about how he was going to come. Tamlen grunted behind him, fingers digging into Vale’s sides as he came inside her. She watched as the man behind the sequence of sex shook with an orgasm of his own.
Soon Tamlen withdrew from Vale, and Vale from her. She let out a sigh as they crawled onto the bed on the opposite side of her as Bastian. Her violet gaze drew to the third man, who’d remained silent during it, though he still held onto her hand. The hazel color of his irises was filled with lust. His cock had gotten semi-erect again, though he made no moves to crawl closer to her.
“You certainly aren’t a child any longer, are you?” Bastian’s melodic, accented voice teased her. He then reached for her, pulling her closer, hugging her to his warm, sweaty body. “My Celena,” he murmured to her ear.
Lena felt Vale and Tamlen stir behind her. Vale spooned her from the other side, and Tamlen pressed against him, reaching an arm around him and setting it on her stomach. All three men had a hold on her, a claim to her. She belonged to each of them equally.
“Our Celena,” Vale corrected him, moving to kiss her cheek.
“Our Celena,” Tamlen confirmed, his chin resting on top of Vale’s shoulder, his dark stare heavy on her, drawing down her naked body, lingering in certain places longer than others. “Our beautiful, sexy Lena.”
She wouldn’t argue with that, and neither could Bastian. His eyes never left hers as he whispered, “I can wholeheartedly agree to that.” And then he kissed her.
Gods. These men were making her choice to leave so very difficult.
Tamlen watched as Bastian drew his hand along her neck, turning her face to kiss her deeply. He watched as Vale ran a hand along her side, grazing his palms over her nipples, hardening them into two dark pink points. She was more than beautiful. She was gorgeous. She was the prettiest woman he’d ever seen in his life, and not because she was gung-ho about their relationship. No, he found her so stunningly attractive because he loved her.
It was a love that had crept on him at first, a love that felt so real and grew from nothing. Yes, she was his necromancer, and he owed her everything—not to mention had to follow her orders, should she ever command him—but he loved her all the same. Every quirk of hers, the way her eyes twinkled when she smiled, how her shoulders shook when she laughed from her gut, the way she looked at him and made him feel…no woman had ever made him feel so complete. So whole.
And it was utterly her fault for his penchant for having Vale’s mouth around his dick. It was because of her insistence they should all be together that he’d fucked Vale not once, but twice. Neither time had she told him to stop, had she looked on with disapproval in her violet gaze. He still didn’t look at men and find them attractive, but when it came to sex, or head, or even kissing, it felt good. That was what mattered, right?
Tamlen shouldn’t be thinking about it right now. He should put all his focus on her, which was the way it should be. She deserved it. She deserved everything she’d ever wanted and more, and he’d do his damnedest to give it to her.
And right now, it looked as though she was enjoying Bastian’s deep kiss and Vale’s roaming hands.
He wanted to give her something, too. He wanted her to know, to believe, she was everything to him, so he pulled back from Vale’s warmth and dropped to the foot of the bed, drawing his hands along her legs. Lena didn’t even break away from Bastian, not that he expected her to.
As he ran his fingers up her body and down the pink mound of flesh that was slick with desire, Tamlen watched as she wrapped a hand around Bastian’s neck. Her other hand touched Vale as he toyed with the nipple closest to him.
He wondered if it was strange he found her even more attractive when she was tangled up with the others. Was it normal for a man to enjoy watching his woman being pleasured by others? Perhaps not, but he didn’t care. He liked what he liked, and he very much enjoyed watching her squirm with pleasure he did not give her.
However, he also liked to watch her squirm with pleasure that came from his fingertips…or his cock…or his tongue. Right now, it was time to please her in a way that involved the first and the latter.
His fingers grazed the slick wetness that was her sex, and the sound of wet skin parting for him filled the
air. Lena moaned, but she did not pull away from Bastian. It only made him work harder. Tamlen was able to slip two fingers inside her easily, her inner walls still wet with juices from the other men. He lowered his mouth to her mound, flicking it with his tongue as he worked her with his fingers.
She finally had to tear her mouth from Bastian’s, breathing heavily out of her mouth. Bastian, for his part, did not become jealous of the reaction Tamlen’s fingers and tongue gave her. The foreigner moved his lips to her neck, the tender spot in its crook. Vale did the same, though his hand still kneaded her breast and flicked her nipple.
Tamlen’s goal was to make her shake with uncontrollable pleasure, to send her body over the edge. Just because she had taunted him earlier about taking Bastian and not him, well, he wanted to make her regret those words. Bastian might’ve made her come before, but now it was his turn.
And he was a very competitive sort when it came to things like this.
Perhaps it was their connection, or maybe it was his magic, but he always grew hotter when he was touching her. He always felt hungry, like no amount of her could ever be enough. The others had to feel the same. They had to. Lena was theirs. All of theirs. As it was, Tamlen was a bit nervous Bastian was going to take her away from them, turn her against them somehow, force her to choose him and only him—but he’d been wrong, fortunately. So far, Bastian seemed content with their relationship, if a little prudish.
But of course, that prudeness had largely faded the moment Lena had taken charge and had him.
Perhaps Bastian wasn’t as bad as Tamlen first thought. He did seem to fit in, and Lena clearly did love him. What used to be jealousy had turned into…something else. The opposite of jealousy. Acceptance? Willingness? Tamlen thought he’d never be okay with sharing Lena with him, but he was beginning to see how wrong he was.
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