by Meg Xuemei X
Insecurity and anxiety knotted in my stomach. We now had eternity together. What were we going to do with it when we didn’t have a formidable enemy to fight?
So, walking on the wild side might be the answer. Fine, I could be the wildest thing on Earth. I would dance on the edge of the blade for my mates.
Yet a small part of me quivered. How far would we go?
“Uh, guys,” I said, staring at my mates’ masks, trying to figure out which was which behind them. All of them exuded hot bad-boy vibes, all leather and masks, and it made my blood race. “Do you mean you want to chain me, hang me in the air, and then fuck me?”
That was uninhibited sex all about, right?
A velvet blindfold fell over my eyes and was fastened behind my head, blinding me.
Oh man, the wild ride was going to start.
My heart pounded so hard in my ribcage. For the first time, I was utterly unsure what my mates would do to me. I wasn’t in control.
I stared hard through the blindfold, but I couldn’t see a damn thing, even with my glowing eyes. I tried to peek from the sides, then the bottom of the fabric, but I couldn’t catch sight of anything. My demigod mate must have put a magical blindfold on me, as if I had a bad reputation for cheating or something.
Relationships should be built on trust!
“No, dulcis,” Lorcan’s voice said softly and with desire. I couldn’t see him, but I could feel the heat in his gray eyes, which made my heart flutter like the wings of a butterfly. “We’ll never tie you up, cage you, or hurt you. We only want to cover your eyes while we fuck you.”
“We want you to focus on us and the sensations while we pleasure you, Cass baby,” Pyrder said.
“You won’t be able to see who’s fucking you, love,” Reys said. “But you can trust us.”
I trusted them with my life, but I braced a hand on my hip. “Trust should be mutual!”
“Of course, sweetheart.” Alaric chuckled, yet he couldn’t conceal the pure male lust in his voice. “So we can trust you to refrain from prying off the blindfold in the middle of the action, can’t we?”
He was all about discipline now, wasn’t he? Well, old boy, I could play discipline better than anyone. I smirked to myself. I might not see them, but I could detect their intoxicating individual scents when they came to fuck me. However, I wouldn’t tell them that.
All warfare is based on deception, on the battlefield or in the bedroom.
“Bring it on, bitc—boys.”
“From now on, you won’t speak until you’re spoken to,” Pyrder said sternly, but he didn’t do well with being stern.
“Yes, sir.” I saluted him, then realized that I shouldn’t have spoken because I wasn’t spoken to. “Uh, sorry, sirs.”
The success of the game depended on my cooperation.
“Touch yourself,” Lorcan commanded. For the first time, he skipped calling me dulcis.
I thrust my bare breasts forward to invite a male touch before lifting a foot and planting it on the streambed to fully expose my crotch to the spectators.
Then I heaved a sultry sigh as I slowly traced a finger up my inner thigh.
The spring pool became so quiet. Mates were holding their breath, but I could hear how hard their strong hearts drummed.
My hand reached my flimsy panties, but I didn’t take them off.
I rubbed up and down my panties before I inserted my fingers into them. I threw my head back and moaned in pleasure as I brushed my clit.
My mates’ heartbeats quickened.
“Little mate is teasing us,” Pyrder groaned.
“It’s more than teasing,” Alaric grunted. “It’s taunting.”
I heard the sounds of zippers opening. I bit my inner cheeks as I restrained myself from tearing off the blindfold.
My mates all had large, silky, and gorgeous cocks, and they were all harder than granite.
I let out a ragged breath. I was so fucking wet. I needed a cock inside me now.
The rough sound of hands pumping cocks came my way, and I licked my lips.
“Need help?” I purred hopefully.
“Show us your pussy,” Alaric and Reys ordered in sync, their voices laced with loaded lust. But while Alaric commanded, Reys coaxed.
I gave my plump clit a pinch and moaned louder, just to offer the horny boys something more, before I brushed the string aside, exposing my slick sex. Their breathing turned ragged, and I held back a smile.
I flicked my pinkish folds like I was stroking a guitar’s strings. It was meant to further drive my mates crazy, but it brought me a shiver of pleasure. I could feel the weight of my mates’ heated gazes, which only added fuel to my leaping fire.
I inserted a finger into my tight heat, and when I pulled it out, I sucked the moisture from the tip of my finger.
A mate growled. It sounded like Pyrder, the least disciplined mate. I tried not to chuckle in dark amusement. My own lust beat down on me as heavy as a rainstorm.
“Little mate tastes like lily and honey,” Reys groaned, sounding as if he regretted not acting fast enough to come suck the juice himself.
I thrust two fingers into my pussy, in and out and in, picking up the pace. The pressure started building, and I moaned breathlessly, not sure how long I could last before I begged one of them, or all of them, to pound into my hot flesh.
I remembered the incredible, delicious feel of any of my mates’ big cocks gliding into my pussy and thrusting in a frenzy. I wanted it again, now, and over and over. Every time with them felt like the first time. The first thrust always made me swoon and nearly lose myself in the haze of lust.
My back arched as I pushed my fingers all the way in and thrust again. My breath hitched. My moans increased.
“Don’t let mate come without us,” Reys whispered.
“Dulcis, slow down,” Lorcan commanded on a hoarse whisper. The High Lord of Night could barely control himself.
But I wasn’t anyone’s bitch, not even my mates’. The naughty part of me decided to go further and push my dominant alpha mates to the edge.
I hadn’t told any of them that I’d siphoned and kept a part of every god’s power in the depth of my magic well. I was still connected to the exiled Olympians anyway. My dark cocoons that jailed the gods were designed to continue to absorb their powers as they regained their strength, so I could prevent their escape until I decided to release them.
I extracted the seductive power of the Goddess of Love, Lust, and Fantasy and flung it at my mates casually. I heard surprised gasps as the power hit them.
My mates stopped pumping their mighty cocks for a second.
They weren’t exactly unfamiliar with Aphrodite’s power, since she’d used it on all of them to lure them to her bed, except for Reys, who had been in Hades’s dungeon. To my pride, my mates had resisted her like no man ever had, with my assistance, of course.
Their nostrils flared at my scent.
“Mate’s pheromones are thick in the air, fuck,” Pyrder said. “Can’t take it anymore. I’ll explode if I don’t get my cock into her tight pussy now.”
“Mate is targeting us with Aphrodite’s power,” Alaric also groaned. “We turned down the Goddess of Lust just fine, but we won’t be able to resist our true mate.”
Their raw need for me rammed into me, mirroring my own and drowning me. I’d combust if they didn’t come to me right now and thrust a cock into my aching pussy.
“I don’t care if dulcis is teasing or taunting us,” Lorcan growled. “Mate needs us. We shouldn’t torture her any longer as we torment ourselves…”
While he wasted time having a civilized discussion with the other alpha males, a mate had reached me. His hungry mouth crashed into mine, his hand in my lush, curly hair.
The scent of male musk, forest sun, and autumn rain twirled around me. It was my beloved Reys. Then my other mates got to me, too, growling at the fae heir.
Pure, intoxicating male scent from my mates enveloped me, making me feel sa
fe and horny at the same time.
Reys deepened the kiss. His tongue thrust into my open, willing mouth, delving deeper in his harsh male need. I tasted him in return with greed, swaying with him, wanting more of him.
Wanting all of them.
A large hand pulled my fingers out of my pussy, replacing them with his. Two large fingers surged into my slick heat.
It felt so good, but I wanted a large, hard cock to fill me instead.
Unable to help myself, I wiggled my ass and whimpered.
Alaric cursed, and Lorcan growled in vampiric hunger.
My mates felt my heat and inhaled my pheromones. Their hands groped all over me, roaming and caressing. The weight of my breasts settled in a pair of powerful hands, finding a home.
Reys broke our kiss. Before I could protest, he gripped my hips and lifted me, baring me for all to see. It was a bit unfair that they could see all of me but I could only guess who was doing what.
Was Pyrder the one who kept thrusting his eager fingers into my pussy and gave me such pleasure? Then the fingers were out, leaving an empty ache in my flesh. They’d better substitute it with a cock soon, or they’d suffer the consequences.
The heat in my veins had grown unbearable.
A thumb and a forefinger opened my folds.
“Look at mate’s perfect, pink pussy,” Pyrder hummed, his velvet voice slurring with lust.
“Let me fuck her tight little pussy first,” Reys said, his voice velvet, dark, and violent. “I saw her first in my panther form, and I beat all of you to reach her.”
“You also deflowered her.” Alaric suddenly sounded a bit angry. “You should have waited instead of cheating us out of the right to claim her first or together.”
“I never broke the pact,” Reys hissed. Lust and male competition thickened the tension in the air. “I didn’t claim Cass but gave her the pleasure she needed. Lorcan broke our mate’s maidenhead, as we all agreed to let him claim her first under the circumstances.”
The High Lord of Night had been at the brink of losing himself to eternal slumber.
“Just fuck me already. And talk less,” I hissed with impatience, writhing in their grips. “If not, I—”
The thick head of a large shaft nudged at my entrance. I inhaled sharply, and my fingers clenched on Reys’s broad shoulders. Yes, this was it! I was going to get a dick. The anticipation made me giddy.
Reys’s cock surged in me.
My other mate—it might be Alaric—held me tight from my back, his large hands supporting my buttocks, his hot, sensual lips tracing down the side of my arched neck.
A shiver of pleasure rippled across my skin from Alaric kissing me, Reys moving inside me, and Pyrder or Lorcan fondling my breasts and flicking my clit.
My fingers traced the metal mask concealing Reys’s face. I craved to see how he fucked me with his mask on, but my mates wouldn’t allow me to take off the blindfold.
Reys, however, didn’t appreciate his disguise as I did.
“This fucking mask is getting in the way,” he growled, driving into me harder, hitting my G-spots all over.
I breathed out a string of sultry moans.
“Just wear it,” Alaric said from behind me. “It turns mate on.”
Reys groaned and pounded into me again and again with brutal force, my back slamming into Alaric’s leather, and his shaft pressed hard on the curve of my ass.
That was part of the game. None of them were naked, except their exposed cocks.
Alaric leaned into me and whispered in my ear. “Sweetheart, I’m burning for you. I can’t hold back anymore. I have to fuck your ass.”
I nodded. I was hot and wet all over anyway.
Alaric spread the muscles on my ass, and two hands—probably Lorcan’s, since Pyrder was less cooperative when it came to Alaric—helped support my thighs.
An enormous steel rod slid into my back hole. I bit back a cry at the blend of pleasure and pain.
The demigod halted. “Did I hurt you, love?”
I wiggled my ass to take him in deeper. I wasn’t being brave. I just wanted more. Reys followed my moves and drove into my depths, so fierce and possessive.
I whimpered his name.
Pulses of ecstasy filled my every fiber.
Then Alaric pushed all the way in, stretching me and remolding the walls of my muscles, drawing my attention back to him as well. I had never felt so filled, from both my back and front. Then two large cocks moved inside me in rhythm, then out of rhythm.
They thrust into my depths repeatedly, in competition and brotherhood.
The sensation was unmaking me. I breathed hard, pleasure blurring my vision, hidden behind the blindfold. My head dropped back on Alaric’s shoulder, my hand sliding into Reys’s thick mane. I was so filled that I had no room for more, yet I was wrong. A mouth that wasn’t Reys’s claimed mine, then another pair of hands moved in to play with my breasts with erotic hunger.
They were all with me. Our bond ignited brightly. My mates followed me to the place where my dragon dwelled, where there was only roaring fire, darkness, and a raging storm. They stayed with me, unafraid and unfazed.
They held me, fucked me, cherished me, lusted me, and loved me.
Alaric and Reys penetrated me harder and faster, groaning with intense pleasure. My pussy and ass milked them mercilessly, staking my claim on them.
They were mine. They all were mine.
Their fucking grew so rough and possessive and intense I could barely let out a moan, and their raw emotions poured into me.
They hadn’t wanted anyone as they wanted me, and they would never want anyone but me.
“You’re so fucking tight, sweetheart,” Alaric grunted.
“Your pussy clenches me, begging my cock to fuck you harder and drive deeper, baby,” Reys murmured, and his twin made a guttural sound.
Pleasure ripped through my nerve endings, erupting from there, echoing in my belly then in my ass. My pussy and asshole tightened their grip as I exploded around two large cocks.
Alaric roared his release while still thrusting hard in me.
“I love fucking this pussy,” Reys hissed through his teeth. “This perfect pussy is mine to fuck whenever I want.” With a few more fierce pumps, he emptied himself in me.
I was shattered to thousands of pieces and slumped in my mates’ arms. Then we were all in the water. My mates washed me tenderly.
What happened after that is a blur, since I was still riding the dazzling orgasms.
Then I was on a cushion on the streambed on all fours, my rear in the air.
A hard cock brushed my moist folds open and surged into my heated depths. I couldn’t tell whose cock it was this time, because whoever fucked me from behind didn’t make a sound, and my mates’ scent had all mixed during our first round of coupling.
All I knew was that pleasure rained through me all over again, hitting my elbows, my toes, my everywhere. My throat was raw from screaming through the unending waves of pleasure.
My mates wouldn’t give me a break, would they? Bad mates, yet they were also the best.
His bulky arm wrapped around my waist from behind to secure me, his other hand pinched my nipple heightening the erotic sensations, and his large shaft thrust into me relentlessly.
I relished the warm leather biting into my skin as his powerful hips propelled forward, ramming into me again and again.
All my mates stayed silent except for the sound of us fucking. Flesh slapping flesh, more stimulating than any other sound. My ass hit the tightened balls of my mate. I intended for him to groan so I could tell who was banging me, but he bit his tongue, keeping quiet.
His next long sequence of thrusts grew even more forceful, sending my shoulders slamming back onto the cushion, as if he wanted to claim my every inch and imprint me forever.
He heaved my hips higher to gain complete control of me and to penetrate me deeper. And now only my fingertips could touch the ground.
He drove int
o me harder than ever.
Tears burst out of me at his strength and the mind-blowing pleasure. The incredible cock pounded between my thighs and kept stretching my muscles as it grew larger. My partner felt the echoing of my molten pleasure, yet he still didn’t make a sound.
I was being pushed to the edge. A couple more tidal waves and I’d go supernova.
Just as I clamped my legs backwards around his thighs, a strong hand cupped my face. I opened my mouth, and a large cock invaded between my lips, fucking my hard palate, pleasuring me to numbness. I bet it was Reys, for he knew that I preferred a cock to fuck my mouth this way than all the way down my throat.
To reward him, I swirled the tip of my tongue around the slit on his fat crown before sweeping over its thick ring. I also let my dark fire out, the one he also possessed, my flame wrapping around his silken length and licking its every inch.
I could feel his pleasure rippling through me.
His cock throbbing on my tongue, Reys hissed out a curse. “You’ll be the death of me, baby.”
He thrust deeper into my mouth. The fae heir to Sihde was now losing it.
I held back a smirk. At least I got the confirmation that the mate who was fucking behind me wasn’t Reys. I wrapped a hand around the base of the fae’s cock and pumped it mercilessly hard as my teeth scraped over his silken skin.
A rough groan tore out of his throat.
Yeah, baby, it’s time for you to surrender to your little mate.
Another animalistic growl rumbled from the broad, cut chest behind me. Pyrder had just revealed himself to be the one banging me from behind. His panther had surfaced, because he couldn’t stand my attention shifting to another male, not even to his twin.
Pyrder always had a soft spot for me, but he was a dominant alpha male in his bones.
A crocodile couldn’t change his nature.
But maybe I shouldn’t compare Pyrder to a lizard. He wouldn’t appreciate it.
If my mates wanted to play a sexy game, then I’d play it like a pro.
