by Casey Morgan
Jayden pumps me so hard and fast, the sound of his balls slapping my ass and thighs fills the room. Even so, Aiden and Caleb don’t lose their alternating rhythm in my ass. If anything, they increase it. Diversify their twisting motions, hitting me just right. I give out a shuddering, sagging orgasm during one of these rotations, and that’s when Jayden stiffens, his cock swelling. Seconds later, I feel him losing his everything inside me.
“The beautiful babies we made together, they’re going to be just as legendary as our wines and your clothes, my dear,” groans Jayden, as he zones out. He pumps me halfheartedly, but it’s not without extreme love and doting. He’s just exhausted, spent.
Caleb is the first of the brothers to come in my ass. He does so with a sweet, silly chuckle. Almost like he’s drunk on the wine his family makes, not my body. I sigh under the feeling of warmth and closeness seeping into me from him. I giggle, feeling Aiden finish up in me as well. He always moves with a softer, kinder motions, but I can always tell it’s him by the way he caresses my back. He traces it with kisses and licking, no matter how many times he’s seen it or had me since that moment in the vineyard.
“You’ll always be precious to me,” he murmurs, letting himself go in my warm ass. “And the next time I have you, it’s going to be in our vineyard. Amongst the plants and the grapes. I can’t wait to see what flavor your beauty, passion and love imparts to everything grown in that soil.”
With that, the brothers take me with them into the sheets, telling me to rest. They tell me to dream peacefully, and work on growing those beautiful twin babies for them.
“I will, my loves,” I murmur, quickly losing grasp of my bearings, even before my eyes are fully closed. I end up having a dream of one of my baby girls, both of whom I’m getting to dress in the most adorable gowns and skirts. Gowns and skirts I’ve made myself as part of a new line of clothing.
“We love them,” says one of the girls, sporting a smile and nose similar to Emma.
“Mommy is the best,” says the other, reminding me of Caleb in her eyes and cheeks. “She’s just like a queen, and we are her princesses.”
Tears glide down my cheeks at the beginning of this dream, and I know that it’s not going to be soon enough before I meet them. But I can prepare. I can look forward to it, with an eye to being the best Queen and mother of all time.
The End
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This book is part of my Love's Hollow Auctions series, which are set in the same world and can be read individually, but are best enjoyed together. The books in the series are as follows:
Sold To The Wolves: Paranormal Ménage Romance
Auctioned to the Alphas: Paranormal Reverse Harem Romance
Bought By The Beasts: Paranormal Reverse Harem Romance
Purchased By The Pack: Paranormal Reverse Harem Romance
Possessed by Their Powers: MFM Ménage Romance
Click here to see all the books in the Love’s Hollow Auctions series!
Ghost Trial
Ironwood Academy Book 3
Copyright © 2020 by Casey Morgan; All Rights Reserved
Chapter One
The only indication I had that I was dreaming was the overall fuzzy feeling that encompassed my being. The edges of my vision were slightly blurred, and it felt as if the cavity of my chest was completely empty. If it wasn’t for that specific feeling, I would’ve been blissfully unaware that none of what was happening was real.
I was in bat form, one of my new shifting abilities, flying freely through crisp wind and clean air. The feeling of freedom swelled in my heart as I flipped, dove, soared, and flew. Blaise, the vampire, was right beside me matching my movements in his own bat form.
His form was slightly bigger than mine, but he was nowhere near as agile. I flew circles around him, taunting his inability to keep up with my tricks. It soon became of a game that the two of us shared, an endless chase around the campus.
Eventually, I began to slow down and make more simple movements in order to allow him to come closer. Whenever he did, Blaise would brush by me playfully, knocking me only slightly off balance.
The school towers appeared within our line of sight, and the dream compelled me to begin flying over in that direction. In a matter of seconds, we were close enough to the roof to transform back into our original forms. I gracefully shifted back into a human, and Blaise into his vampire form.
The empty feeling in my chest expanded, reminding me that I was still within my dream world. My body drew itself closer to Blaise, his arms wrapping around my waist as he pulled me into his embrace.
The vampire’s eyes were captivating, a ruby red that swirled with vigor and mystery. I wanted to lose myself in them. I wanted to drown in them. The greater my desire grew, the more I began to realize that I was turned on. I wanted him, all of him. And Blaise, at least this Blaise in this moment, wanted all of me, too.
My hands began to venture. As he tightened his grip on my hips, his fingers wormed their way under my shirt. I mimicked his movements. The coolness of his skin sent shivers up my spine and traveled into my hands. I closed the small gap between us and locked my fingers behind his neck. The skin on skin contact was magnetic, and we soon found ourselves venturing further. My hands explored his back, and his trailed along my hips and down to my back thighs under the skirt of my school uniform.
As our hands drifted, so did my thoughts. Blaise was entrancing, and part of that was because of his existence as a vampire. I had just learned that vampires and magic in general existed. There were so many mysteries wrapped up within him and his kind. There was no doubt that everyone had their preconceptions about vampires, they were incredibly popular in stories and movies. I began to wonder what part of what I knew was true. My most captivating curiosity was, without a doubt, what lay behind Blaise’s smirking lips. Every time he smiled or teased me, I caught a glimpse of his fangs. I would be lying if I didn’t say that I felt the desire to have them pressed against my throat. The thought of being in that vulnerable position was enough to make the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.
What would it be like to be bitten by a vampire? What would it be like to be bitten by Blaise? Would it be warm? Part of him entering me and traveling through my body with the blood in my veins, showing no mercy as it penetrated into every cell of my being? Or would it sting instead? Callus, quick, sharp, penetration into my skin? I desired something in between. A sweet and sour experience where he tore past the skin of my throat, leaving the inner me at his mercy. Only then would I crave the warm invasion of Blaise. My thoughts continued to ebb and flow until I came across the question of whether or not that would also turn me into a vampire? Would that invasion take over? Would it conquer and envelope what was previously me? Would I be forced to assimilate?
Blaise’s hand went from my back leg to my inner thigh, slowly trailing up towards my core. I breathed out slowly and made eye contact with his ruby gaze. He was teasing at the possibility of a sexual bond, one that I would happily take. It was imaginable that sort of bond would thread us together. We just needed to both start weaving.
If gazing into each other’s eyes like this was enough to make me melt, I could only imagine what a bite would do. All the books I read, movies I saw, and stories that I entertained suggested that a vampire bite was an incredibly sexual experience.
I knew it must’ve been true. Merely his breath entangling with the loose hair around my face was enough to entice me to pull my chest closer to his, a bite would seal me to him. I wanted to open my gates. I wanted to be vulnerable. I wanted him to bite me.
Blaise narrowed his eyes and smirked. In that moment, I knew exactly what was going to happen. One of his hands wrapped around the small of my back while the other continued its journey to my center. His lips parted, revealing the steely appearance of his fangs. His head tilted ever so slightly as he blew some of my hair from my neck. The warmth of his head lying against my shoulder was enough for me to melt into his
hands, into his chest, into him.
His lips made contact first. The plump softness spread as the wetness of his tongue prepared my skin for the inevitable. I was panting at this point, eagerly waiting. There was a small pressure building up within me as the pressure of his fangs on my neck grew. But before they could puncture the skin and give me sweet release, he suddenly whispered into my ear.
“Meet me here,” his deep voice cooed, “tomorrow night.”
Before I could manage a single worded response, I was left cold and deprived. Blaise had separated himself from me almost completely. I could only feel his hand on my chest as he spun me around and pushed.
The loss of feeling in my feet and the sudden rush of wind surrounding me informed me that I was falling. The sight of Red-Eyes was replaced with the many constellations that painted the sky above Ironwood.
I gasped as my reality began to fluctuate. The fuzzy feeling that told me I was dreaming faded in and out of existence. The cavity in my chest that kept me blissfully aware that none of this was real was filled and drained with the weight of reality and nostalgia. I felt as if I was falling through dreams and memories.
In an odd moment, I flipped over to look at the ground as I fell. My chest was dragged down as I realized this was not the same as the dream I was having previously. I gasped as I saw a boy underneath me, also falling towards the ground.
I felt panic rise up within me. I had no idea who this kid was and whether or not he could fly. I knew that if he hit the ground then he would die. I wanted to reach him. I needed to reach him. For some reason, I felt compelled to look at his mouth. It was moving, trying to form words, but I couldn’t make them out.
“What!?” I called out through the wind.
His eyes widened, and I felt as if a parachute had been opened in my chest. The wind caught me, and I was thrown back up into the sky, flying. The fuzzy feeling was back, and I was once again comfortably within my dream world.
Suspended mid-air, I began to fly around. The sensation of flying in human form was surreal, and I felt the desperate need to take advantage of it. The boy was no longer there, and my concern vanished.
I flipped, dove, and soared in human form. I was the freest that I had ever been in my entire life. I was Ruby, not in bat form, not as a bird, or anything else. In that moment, I was just Ruby, and I was flying. A giggle bubbled up, and I eventually just began to laugh out loud. I didn’t mind the odd noises I was making, as I knew only the stars could hear me, and they were too far away to care. I eventually settled for flying on my stomach, almost as if I was snorkeling and looking at the ocean floor. My breathing was steady, and my heart beat rhythmic.
All it took for everything to come crashing down was for me to close my eyes for a few seconds. For when I opened them again, I saw the boy beneath me. He was older this time, and I recognized his eyes.
“Drew?”
My chest grew heavy. I was once again falling. I desperately tried to get closer to the ghost, but nothing could make me fall faster. Drew didn’t mouth anything to me this time, and instead, he reached his hand out towards me. With tears forming in my eyes, I tried to grab him. My fingers stretched, and my arm almost came out of its socket as I desperately tried to get to him. Our fingers brushed momentarily before he was far outside my reach. Drew was falling too fast.
“Help me, Ruby,” my friend begged.
His body slammed into the ground as I hovered safely above him. The sight was too much. I felt a scream form in my throat as I was torn from the dream.
Chapter Two
Waking up was not the most pleasant thing that I had experienced. The feeling of falling still reverberated throughout my bones. My breath was still uneven, and my head was a mess. I knew that I was on my back. I knew that staring upwards. However, I couldn’t remember or comprehend where I was. I understood that I was no longer falling from the tower, but my surroundings were fuzzy and unfamiliar.
I took a deep breath in, trying to get my head to stop spinning, hoping that the air would help wipe away any lingering confusion. As things began to clear up, I began to question the dream itself. I was genuinely shaken by the events that took place, they had hit me in my heart, body, and spirit. I began to wonder if it really was a dream, it was almost too raw, too real for it to only be a figment of my imagination. What if it was some kind of vision?
I had only really read about them before or heard about them from my classes, but the way that the events left me feeling, I was thinking that it must have been a vision. The way that I was personally affected and the way that it left me rattled screamed more than just a dream.
The more that I mulled over it, the more that my head cleared from the initial fuzziness that I felt. I lifted my hands and brought them up to my face. I placed my palms on my cheeks and shook my head back and forth a few times before deciding to rub my eyes. When I reopened them, I noticed that the ceiling that I had spent so much time looking at was not my ceiling. I slowly looked around and noticed that I was not in my dorm room.
It was then that I remembered that I was still in Cade’s room. I looked around me and noticed that I was, in fact, lying in between both Cade and Jasper. I smiled when I realized that they were now my boys. Even though we weren’t exclusive, there was something particularly satisfying about knowing that they were unlikely to want any other girl besides me. I took time to relish in this feeling, truly happy to be where I was.
The vision-like dream still lingered in the back of mind, so I soon found myself shifting uncomfortably. I pushed myself up into a sitting position and decided that it would be best if I got up. Maybe getting up and moving would help me out, maybe it could help rid me of these terrible thoughts. I made my way over to the window and placed my hand against the cool glass. This didn't do much, and I sighed in disappointment.
Standing by the window didn’t help. The view, the cool air, it all hit me at once, and my body felt like it was in free-fall. My head started spinning again, and I couldn’t tell up from down, right from left. I let out a yelp as I felt my body start falling to the floor. Before I knew what was happening, I was swept up in the arms of my lovers.
“Ruby, babe, what’s going on? Are you okay?” Jasper asked as Cade held my small frame and carried me back to the bed.
I shook my head to try and get rid of the vertigo, mumbling out a small, “Just a bad dream, don’t worry about it.”
Jasper and Cade shared a worried glance, and I grimaced. Sometimes they were too caring, too loving, it made my stomach churn.
Cade took to carding his hands through my hair as he sat behind me, his chest pressed against my back. The alpha asked quietly, “What was your dream about?”
I shook my head, assuring him that it was nothing. Truly, I didn’t want to spend any more time thinking about it. It had already interrupted my sleep, why let it interrupt my waking hours too?
“Ruby, you know dreams can be more than just dreams, right? Especially if you’ve got magical blood,” Cade pressed again, looking up to Jasper, who further confirmed this with a firm nod.
“You could have had a premonition, maybe that’s why it affected you so much physically,” Jasper explained, placing his hands on my knees and rubbing gently.
Ugh. I knew these boys were knowledgeable, but I truly didn’t think it was the right time to share my vision with them, especially since it was about Drew. I’d ask Angie first. She’d know what to do.
Instead, I chose to have a little fun.
I caught Jasper’s eyes with my own doe-eyed stare and raised an eyebrow at him. While the bear shifter’s gaze was captured by my own, I subtly spread my legs apart, arching my back so that my ass would press into Cade’s thighs and crotch. Cade let out a breath behind me, one of his hands tightening its grip in my hair. Jasper’s ice-blue eyes broke the stare and traveled down to where my legs were now parted wide, just for him to see.
“I just want to forget about the dream. Do you boys think you could help me with that?�
� I said innocently, biting my lower lip between my teeth.
I was clothed in some tiny panties and a big, roomy t-shirt of Cade’s. My nipples pressed the fabric out from my body, and I could just tell Jasper was about ready to tear the two meager pieces of clothing off.
Cade growled low in my ear from behind me. He tugged half of my hair away from my neck and began pressing heated kisses into my now exposed skin and shoulder. I leaned back into him, pressing my ass further into his growing cock.
Jasper took this opportunity to capture my lips in a searing kiss, one of his hands reaching up under the shirt to cup my breast. His nimble fingers toyed with my hardened nipple, and this caused me to let out a small moan into his mouth.
“So early in the morning, princess? Didn’t think you’d be in the mood,” Jasper said when he broke the kiss, his hand having now traveled down the front of my panties to toy with my clit.
I rolled my hips into his hand and chuckled. “Do you know nothing about me by now, Jasper baby? I’m always in the mood.”
Cade heard this and let out a chuckle himself, pulling away from my neck to admire his handiwork in the form of pretty blossoming love-bites. The wolf-shifter’s scent filled my nose as his breath hit my neck, and I sighed deeply, getting lost in the warm, earthy tones of his musk.
What brought me out of my moment of bliss surrounded by Cade’s scent was two of my other boy’s fingers thrusting into me suddenly. They found very little resistance, as my pussy was already slick and wet just from the attention the two boys had been giving me. I gasped and angled my hips just slightly so his fingers could hit a better spot. Jasper grinned as he used one hand to pull my head in for another long kiss.
