Elements of Ruin (Hijinks Harem Book 2)

by C. M. Stunich

  “If you guys want to fuck,” I said, and then gasped sharply when Dustin gently bit my clit, taking the hardened nub ever so slightly between his teeth. He snagged my piercing next and yanked on it, stealing my breath away.

  “If we want to fuck?” Billy asked, leaning back all casual and naked and sexy, the few tattoos he had dancing in the strange half-light of my runes. With a snap of his fingers, he made a tiny flicker of flame dance on his fingertip. Show off. Untangling my own fingers from George’s hair, I snapped them and put the fire out. “Why would we want to do that? Listen, Firebug, I far prefer a woman over … whatever this is over here.” He nodded his head in Warden’s direction and smirked, like he was some sort of badass.

  Okay, so he was a little bit of a badass, wasn’t he? With his stupid charcoal hair, his stubble, the way he always smelled like campfires and …. Oh.

  My back arched up as the two men taking care of my breasts amped up their game, turning my body into this tumbled mess of nerves. Pleasure radiated out from my core, my nipples, even the spots on my hips where Dustin’s hands had clamped down hard, probably bruising the hell out of me—but in a good way. Guess I’d dropped that little freezer spell on him, huh? I was so into what was happening that I’d hardly noticed.

  “Far prefer a woman,” Warden said, ruffling up his black and red hair and giving me a long, careful look. “But what if the woman’s busy?” He cracked a smile. It was tentative and full of old emotions, like there was still a fuck of a lot of baggage between these guys that needed sorting out. A few days of hijinks wasn’t going to cure all their ails, but it was a start, right?

  We’d need more time to work through our shit—I mean, Dustin was a stranger to everyone but Warden, and Warden … well, he was a thorn in the foot of all our pasts. But still …

  “Please fuck each other,” I whispered as Dustin cursed and pulled back, leaving the hot wetness of my cunt an aching, needy mess. I wanted more. I wasn’t even frigging close to done. Heh, maybe fate knew I had six soul mates all along and that’s why I’ve had this crazy insatiable sex drive? One man? Puh-lease. Give me six and let’s call it a day.

  “I promised ya a bleedin' show, didn’t I?” Dustin said, climbing onto the bed and grabbing Warden in a fistful of hair. “Bunch of lousy eejits,” he growled, shoving his mouth against the other man’s and kissing him so hard that Warden ended up falling back into the pillows. I think the Irishman had just surprised the shit out of him.

  Dustin rolled his massive body on top of Warden’s, kissing him hard, holding his head in place with that handful of hair.

  “Jesus,” Billy cursed, just before Dustin’s tattooed hand snaked out and grabbed Billy’s … well, snaked his snake, if you catch my drift. The fire elemental groaned, slapping his palms over Dustin’s fist. “What the hell … I don’t even …” I wasn’t sure what Sir William was planning on saying—maybe I don’t even know you—but his words trailed off in a groan as Dusty stroked him up and down, turning his hand counterclockwise and drawing this … sound from Billy that made my runes flare and flicker like a fireworks show.

  “Alright, honey pot,” Shane said, dragging me more fully onto the bed. “Get on your hands and knees and watch the show while I fuck you silly? What do you say, sugar?”

  “That’s Sugar Tits to you, cowboy,” Reg said with a sharp grin, raising his blonde brows at me. “So what’s it gonna be, Ari? You want to bend over and do what this good ol’ boy says?”

  “I’m in charge here,” I mumbled, but I got on my hands and knees anyway because what girl doesn’t like a little doggy style? Still, Britt would be proud that I’d asserted myself.

  I was already moaning like a cat in heat when Shane gripped my hips and lined his cock up with my already wet folds. I had the perfect view of the three men in front of me, like front row seat good. Licking my lips, I groaned as Shane teased my aching body with the hardness of his shaft, tantalizing me, making me desperate for it.

  “Shane, stop,” I snarled, my voice cutting off abruptly as he drove himself in the rest of the way, pushing deep until I felt his balls slap my clit. He moved fast and furious inside of me, the sounds of his pleasure mixing with Billy’s reluctant groans. And when Dustin moved his mouth from Warden’s lips and went south? Holy. Shit. My sounds of pleasure intensified, turning the room into this carnal cacophony. It was like a symphony in there, a bacchanalian orchestra.

  Heh, look at that, me waxing all poetic.

  I blamed Shane and the thick, hard girth of his cock, white-hot bursts of pleasure ricocheting through my body.

  “Well, George, we seem to find ourselves a little … on the sidelines,” Reg said, leaning down close to my face and giving me a quick kiss on the lips, like he didn’t want to interrupt my view of Dustin taking Warden’s cock into his mouth.

  Wow.

  For a self-proclaimed straight guy, he certainly knew how to suck cock and give handies like a pro. Color me impressed.

  My fingers curled into the blankets as Shane gripped my hips harder, cursing and moving with a practiced, easy rhythm despite his speed and fury. He maintained a perfect pace, taking that orgasm that’d started with Dustin and feeding the fire until my eyes watered and I knew I was about to drop over that edge.

  “Looks like it,” George said with an easy nod, moving his bronzed sex god body across the bed to cup the back of Reg’s neck. When their mouths moved together in a slow, easy sort of way, that just did me in completely.

  I came hard, clamping down on Shane and squeezing him until he bucked his hips with a wild groan and climaxed, cursing in that sultry Southern accent of his until I collapsed forward onto the bed. I was still panting when I sat back up and climbed between Reg and George, taking over the earth elemental’s lips with my own. He tasted so sweet but earthy, too, that mix of jasmine and growing things. Fucking elementals and their perfect breath … but hey, they were mine so I wasn’t complaining.

  George swept my tongue with expert strokes of his own, this gentle but firm pressure that said while he was a nice guy, he wasn’t a pushover—he could kick ass and take names if he needed to. The only nice one in the whole bunch and he still had a little bit of that alpha male blood in him.

  And here I was, planning on marrying these guys?! One man was hard enough to deal with, but six?!

  Still … when I straddled George’s warm lap and felt the unyielding hardness of his tree trunk digging into the carnal heat of my core, I figured the benefits probably outweighed the negatives.

  Plus, I think I was … gulp … starting to fall in love with these guys?

  Well, I was already in love with Warden. Even eight years apart hadn’t changed that, but we had just as much baggage to unpack as he did with all four of the elementals he’d abandoned back then. And because of me, too. It was all because of fucking me. Still, I knew I was falling for everyone but Dustin. First off, he was a stranger. More importantly, he was a dick. But the others? I could see myself getting comfortable with this relationship (provided the penniless bums actually got jobs). Because you know, a scrub is a guy who can’t get no love from Ari.

  I wrapped my fingers around the back of George’s neck, reaching back a hand to beckon Reg close, too. If I flicked my eyes to the left, I could see Dustin sucking Warden’s power line (sorry, electricity pun), and working Billy with deft, even twists of his fist, giving him the old corkscrew treatment.

  Shane was reclining next to us, watching the show and once again proving that elemental men did not need much time to get it up again. These guys were almost as insatiable as I was.

  “With the rest of these runes in place,” Reg said, tickling my skin with his fingertips and pressing his mouth to my ear, “you look like a mosaic of lights.” He nibbled on my earlobe, teasing me with his hot breath and turning my skin to gooseflesh. He chuckled and I shivered, kissing George harder, wiggling my body on his naked crotch and teasing his cock mercilessly.

  “Blossom,” he warned, but I just giggled�
��again with the damn giggling?!—and reached down to guide him to my opening. George sucked in a sharp breath as I slid down the length of him with a groan, already slick and ready from Dustin’s mouth and Shane’s cock. Guess these guys really didn’t mind sharing because it was getting messy in here.

  Also, I hoped this mansion had some massive linen closet full of sheets because day-um. I mean, if Joan had been married to my fathers-in-law for some time, I bet they did because there was no way to deal with this many guys and not make a mess.

  George and I continued with our make out session as Reg reached around and squeezed my breasts, pressing the hot heat of his body against my back. I was still doing my best to keep an eye on the all-male threesome happening near the headboard, but it was hard to focus with an earth elemental on one side and a water elemental on the other.

  “Hey, Sugar Tits,” Reg whispered in my ear, my hips working a rolling rhythm on George’s lap, turning his gentle kisses into something a little more animal, a little more bestial. Fitting, for an earth elemental, don’t you think? “You, uh, open to a little back door action?”

  I had to pause at that because I could actually feel him waggling his eyebrows at me. I mean, not physically, but I could sense it. I turned my head to the side and found his blue eyes watching me, their color akin to a summer sky, not a cloud in sight. Wow, I was not only giggling but also going all swoon-y, wasn’t I?

  “Back door action,” I said and then scoffed. “Like you even need to ask.” I cocked a brow and bit my lower lip at the same time, remembering our first time together in the bathroom, Reg on one side and Shane on the other. I was ready to recreate that experience with George. “Get the lube.”

  “Fuck yes! And this is why I love you,” he said with a dramatic sweep of his hand, pausing as he realized what he’d just said. Instead of getting embarrassed like me—because it was just an expression, right?—Reg shrugged his muscular shoulders and rubbed a palm over the Sailor Jerry tattoos on his left arm. He winked at me and then scrambled over to the nightstand to grab some lube.

  “You got a butt plug in there?” Dustin asked, coming up for air and flashing this disgustingly smug grin, like even though he was sucking dick, he was the fucking boss up in here. I wanted to punch him … and screw him at the same time. Asshole. “Planned on using one on Ari last time, but things went a different route.”

  “She doesn’t need a butt plug,” Reg said, tossing the lube back and forth between his hands. It was hard to focus, what with George buried so deep inside of me, but I was pretty sure I heard him add, “I’m the butt plug today.”

  Fucker.

  “There are a bloody lot of us,” Dustin mused as he sat up and swiped his hand across his mouth. Warden sat up, too, looking a little stunned and rubbing at his mussy black and red hair. “Guess we don’t need any toys, but they sure are fun.” He tapped at his mouth for a moment, like he was thinking and then shrugged. “Eh, fuck that. Maybe later … So, which one of you feckin’ wagons is goin’ to suck my shillelagh now?”

  “Your … shillelagh?” Billy asked, blinking those smoldering eyes of his like he was coming out of a coma. “What the fuck is that? Man, you’re like, really freaking Irish.”

  “A shillelagh is a wooden walking stick,” Dustin said, reaching down to cup his junk with a shark’s smile that made me want to simultaneously stab him and also bear his children. You know, if I were into bearing children. Which I wasn’t. Please don’t read anything into that—take it at face-value, okay? Thanks. “Now get over here and play my damn flute.”

  “Yeah, screw that,” Billy said, snatching the lube from Reg’s hand. “I’d rather be with Ari.”

  “Boys,” I warned, sated and full between the thighs, my runes dancing across my skin like they were alive, “that’s enough of that. You’ll have to learn to share if you want to please me.” I grinned, trying to match that shark-y smile of Dustin’s. “Billy, don’t you and Warden have some unfinished business to take care of?”

  I squeezed my muscles on George and he grunted, putting his hands on my waist and squeezing me back just as hard.

  “Unfinished business?” Billy snorted as Warden reached out and took the lube from him. It was cherry vanilla, silicone based. I could see that from here. Good, because anal was much better with silicone based lube over water based. Did you know—the er, storm drain back there is actually designed to absorb water? That’s why water based lubricant doesn’t work. A lot of people don’t know that and think they just aren’t into anal.

  But, oh my plumbers, it’s so much fun …

  “Why don’t you bend over and I’ll show you what sort of unfinished business we need to take care of,” Warden said, leaning forward and pressing his lips to the corner of Billy’s mouth. The fire elemental reeled back and gave him a strange look, like he had no idea what the fuck was going on.

  “Fuck that,” Billy said, scooting to the edge of the bed and almost falling off.

  “Warden,” I said, giving George another squeeze to apologize for the distraction. “Why don’t you bend over instead?” He raised an eyebrow and gave me a smirking sideways smile.

  “Hmm. Interesting idea, Smoky.” He glanced over at Billy, but Dustin was already yanking the lube from his hands and tossing it to the fire elemental.

  “Quit dickin’ around and let’s get to it. You can say hello to me lad when you’re down there.” He gave Warden a big theatrical wink, playing up his accent on purpose.

  “Your lad?” Warden asked with a laugh and a shake of his head. “Oh for fox sake …”

  “Billy has pierced junk,” I added, because I had no idea when he’d gotten his bits pierced so maybe Warden had never experienced them … and maybe he wanted to? “Bet that’d feel nice, don’t ya think?”

  “I’m in,” Warden said with a loose shrug of his shoulders, always ready to try anything. That quality was one of the first things I’d fallen in love with when we were in college.

  “Would y’all just get to it and quit yer jaw flappin’?” Shane asked, lying on his back and staring up at the mirror above the bed. Oh. Right. Reginald Bartholomew Copthorne was a total sleaze and had a fucking mirror over his bed. Although … When I tilted my head back and George kissed his way down my throat, I could see my runes reflected back like stars.

  So pretty …

  I dropped my gaze back to the boys and saw Warden crack his knuckles.

  “You really want me to do this, Smokey?” he asked and I nodded, threading my fingers together behind George’s neck. Oh fuck yes I did. “Alright, fine.” Warden nodded his chin. “Billy?”

  “You want me to … fuck you?” Billy asked, choking on his words and ruffling up his charcoal gray hair with a tattooed hand.

  “You did once before? Why not now, when Arizona wants to watch? Besides, you’ve got all that pierced junk that I’d like to check out.” He glanced at me, his hazel eyes capturing my green gaze and holding it there.

  Yep.

  Okay.

  Made up my mind.

  I was not cursed, despite all the shit that had fallen into my lap lately.

  I was the luckiest fucking woman on the planet.

  “Shit,” Billy cursed, and I knew he was going to do it.

  “George, can we switch positions?” I asked, glancing at him, at his slightly parted lips, his heavy lidded brown eyes. Poor George. He looked like he was going crazy with need. Guess he probably was, considering I was just sitting here and torturing him.

  “Anything you want, Blossom,” he whispered, brushing a thumb over my lower lip and leaning in to kiss me, capturing my lips in a heartwarming—and panty melting—kiss that made my toes curl into the sheets.

  I sat up and turned so that I was facing Warden. I even leaned in close and kissed him nice and quick on the mouth.

  Shane scooted over to the pillows, his hard, tattooed dick in his hand and worked himself as he watched both Warden and I set up for a … um, what’s the polite term for this sexu
al position? Spit roasting? That sounded a little vulgar, but oh my god, it was so much fun.

  I wouldn’t be able to see much with what I wanted to do here, but … that was okay. Just knowing we were in the middle of a raging orgy was exciting. And fuck, let’s be honest—I was the sun and these boys were in fucking orbit. They were all here for me, and this was all about me. Call me selfish, but I liked that, being the center of attention. They might be fucking each other, but only because I told them to, because I wanted them to. If I changed my mind and asked them to stop, I knew they would.

  “Reg,” I said, reaching out a hand and pulling him toward me. “Use the lube? George.” I dragged him over to me. “If you wouldn’t mind lying on your back …”

  “Whoa, ST, you going for three dudes right now?” Reg asked, chuckling as he sat back on his heels and slowly, sensually, stroked his hand up and down his rigid shaft.

  “Shane, get over here,” I said, because I wasn’t about to let my Southern sex pot be the odd man out. With a growl, he moved over to me. And if his erection was anything to judge by—he was more than happy to oblige.

  George did as I asked, pulling me on top of him and waiting as I used my hand to guide him in with a low, guttural groan—from both of us. I could hear Billy grunting as he slid into Warden, and my body tightened up of its own accord.

  “Holy shit, Blossom,” George breathed, but Reg was already behind us, taking my hips in his hands and adjusting me so I was in the right position.

  “Pardon the view,” Shane said with a growl, putting a knee on either side of George’s head and grabbing a fistful of my hair. He put his tattooed cock to my lips and I slid my mouth over the head, taking him in nice and slow. But Shane wasn’t really into nice and slow—and neither were Reg and George.