School of Broken Wings

by C. R. Jane

  Dante suddenly releases his hold and shuffles out from between my thighs. I’m gasping for air, barely able to think straight.

  “Lay on your stomach for me,” he groans behind me. “Keep those sexy legs spread.”

  I collapse from my hands and knees and flatten myself on the bed. His large body hovers over mine, his weight pressing down on me, holding me in place. I never took him for someone who loves to dominate in the bedroom. He is so different to the other men, and I absolutely love it.

  His erection pushes into my inner thigh as he adjusts himself. When it slides against my entrance, I whimper with need.

  My cheek presses into the mattress as his lips are on the back of my neck. “You’re so wet.”

  “I need you, Dante,” I purr.

  He pushes into me. My ass automatically rocks upward to give him easier access. His hand curls under my stomach and dips down between my folds. He finds my clit and rubs it in slow circles at first.

  I can’t think of anything else, just how incredible this feels. Him pushing himself deeper, widening me, my pussy sucking on him. I unabashedly rock against him, begging for it to be faster. He complies and slides back out, then into me. Faster, harder. I thrash and fist the blanket as he fucks me, as I chase that euphoric high that’s building inside me.

  Moans spill past my lips, louder, more frequent, and I can’t catch my breath.

  He pauses and lowers his mouth to my ear.

  I’m panting, squashed beneath him, his huge cock inside me, and I’m balancing on the edge of an explosive completion.

  “I lied earlier,” he whispers.

  I swallow my moans and twist my head to look into his eyes. “Lied?”

  “These walls are paper thin.”

  “Oh shit!”

  With that admittance and a wicked grin, he slams back into me. Faster and harder than earlier, as if that was a practice run.

  The friction ignites. He roars behind me. “You’re so fucking tight.”

  Nothing stops him from hammering into me. And I lose all thoughts, all care of who can hear us. He drives me so high so fast that an orgasm crashes through me. White flashes over my vision. I bury my face into a pillow and scream at the ferocious arousal claiming me.

  I feel his hardness inside me, still huge, and he’s not finished with me. Not even close. He’s moving inside me once again and has me moaning.

  “You want more, babe?”

  “Yes. Please. Yes.”

  He growls with his pleasure and pulls out of me as he gives me a light slap on my asscheeks. “Roll over.”

  As I do, I notice someone is standing beside the bed.

  My heart races until he steps closer and my vision clears.

  “Nyx?”

  “Hey, gorgeous.” His eyes ravage me.

  I’m not blind to the erection pushing against his jeans. How long has he been watching Dante fuck me?

  Dante is smirking, welcoming the company.

  Nyx has nothing to say because it’s clear what he wants. What we all want. There’s no chance in hell he’s leaving this room, and I don’t want him to.

  He smirks cheekily.

  “Want to join us?” I finally say to him, stretching out my hand to him. I adore each of my men equally, and just like Dante, I’ve not had a chance to get intimate with Nyx. But with the way my body is responding to him, awakening once again after I just orgasmed, I want nothing more than to be with Nyx as well. His blue eyes glint in the dim light as he towers over me.

  He reaches over his shoulders and tugs his shirt up and over his head. The tee drops to the ground, and before me stands a god. Muscular, tanned, and so strong.

  “I’ve never seen anything so tempting, so stunning.” Nyx drinks me in with his gaze as he pops open the buttons on his jeans and pulls them down in a flash. He steps out of them and approaches the bed.

  I can only imagine how sensual and erotic Dante and I must have looked to him. How quickly it turned him on. I’m surprised he made no sound to join us until we paused.

  The notion of being with two of them at the same time leaves me…well, it leaves me burning hot and dripping with slick between my legs. My arousal betrays me around my men it seems.

  “Dante?” Nyx asks as if that one word is all he needs to get approval for stepping in on his show.

  Dante smiles and gives a nod. There is no jealousy here, just two friends who happily share the one person they adore. Me.

  Nyx takes my hand and places it on his erection. It’s rock hard and coated in velvet. I slided my grip up and down the shaft. He moans, his eyes rolling back, and there’s something irresistible about controlling a powerful man so easily.

  “Adi.” He pushes my hand away now and climbs onto the bed and over me. He kisses me and licks my lips.

  “I want you,” I breathe out, and draw my legs wider for him.

  The heat of his cock kisses my entrance. He is so huge over me, and I shift my hips to best accommodate him.

  Dante stands by the bed, his hand on his cock, already jerking off at seeing Nyx about to pound into me.

  “Hold onto me,” Nyx says tenderly, the complete opposite of Dante’s commands.

  I wrap my arms around his neck, my legs clasp onto his hips. A large palm glides to my lower back, the other pressed against the mattress, then he enters my body slowly at first.

  I bury my head into his neck and inhale his masculine and fresh scent.

  Gradually, he picks up his pace, finding his rhythm. I hold onto him as he thrusts into me and back out fluidly, powerfully, over and over. The intensity grows, and the faster he moves, the more my whole body jolts with each thrust. I gasp for air and cry out with raw, primal desire.

  I understand now why he asked me to hold on, why his hand steadies my back. It’s for a perfect deep thrust each time, to ensure I go nowhere but remain locked to him.

  “Sweet hell,” I cry out.

  He makes love to me like an animal, but kisses my face like an angel.

  “This is so fucking hot!” Dante mutters.

  I can’t get enough. My pussy tightens around Nyx.

  Smirking at me, he winks, but never relents in claiming me as his. My heart beats rapidly and my body writhes beneath him. “Nyx,” I murmur, my voice raspy, my fingers digging into his flesh to urge him on.

  He squeezes me closer to him, drawing out of me and then plunging into me again and again.

  I tilt my head back and cry out. I no longer know where I begin and end. All that matters is the pleasure my men bring me tonight. This is exactly where I want to be…

  All night long...

  Chapter 9

  We’ve been driving for five hours and my ass is numb. Once we landed in Glasgow, there were no flights to the Isle of Skye so we took the scenic route through the countryside in an SUV.

  “The Scottish Highlands are breathtaking,” I murmur.

  “That’s the tenth time you’ve said that,” Nyx teases me from the rear row.

  “Well it’s true.” I can’t pull my gaze from the window where all around us are rolling plains. Sheep aimlessly wander the green pastures. Mist rests on the mountain peaks, and where the sun breaks through the heavy clouds, it beams down brilliantly.

  We’ve passed through narrow glens and valleys with hardly a sign of civilization. There have to be farms out here, considering the sheep and cows we’ve seen. Rivers glint in the sun when I spot a run-down abandoned farmworker’s cottage. The stone walls and black roof remain, but the doors and window are long gone. The grass is exceptionally green, and something about this place calls to me. What would it have been like to live out here so alone?

  “This is the place of the ancient Celts,” Braxton explains from the front seat. “It’s a place renowned for being filled with magic and mystery.”

  “And fairies,” Connor butts in. “Why else would there be Fairy Pools?”

  “I don’t think it refers to actual fairies,” Finn corrects him, then flicks on the radi
o and puts on Celtic music.

  Alexander groans.

  I say, “Leave it.” The tune stirs inside me. It invigorates the whole scenery as we drive through such beauty. I’ve always lived in suburbia or the city. The calmness of the countryside is alluring, and I would live out here if I could.

  Alexander, who sits next to me slides his hand onto my thigh and gives me a gentle squeeze. I turn to face his smile. An excited blend of amazement and uncertainty flares over me.

  “I wouldn’t want to experience this with anyone else,” I say, thinking it’s odd to feel excitement and nervousness at the same time.

  “Well lucky for you, you don’t have to,” Dante adds.

  I lean forward to see him and blow him a kiss.

  His wink leaves me jittery. The smallest gesture affects me wildly around them. Guess that’s why I ended up with them as mine.

  “We’re going to pull over for a quick rest break,” Braxton says, and Nyx hoots with agreement.

  Once we park and climb out of the car, we all make a beeline for the small stone building up ahead with restroom signs on it.

  By the time we all wander back outside and into the open meadow, I really notice how spectacular this area is. Greenery in every direction, the light breeze skipping over my arms brings with it a small chill, the air crisp and fresh in my lungs. Long grasses brush over my thighs, and I don’t want to leave just yet.

  Mountain ranges surround us, standing tall like giants watching over the land.

  Alexander turns to me and walks backward in front of me, leading me deeper into the open field. “I have an idea while we take a small break from driving.”

  “Yeah, what’s that?” I ask, loving the way he always looks at me.

  “Let’s get you practicing your flying.” He looks at me, jutting his chin out, waiting for my response.

  Okay, that isn’t exactly what I had on my mind. Plus, can I even take off and stay up there? I look up into the blue sky.

  “You can do this,” Dante encourages me. All of the men dot the field around me, looking my way, waiting for my response. I feel like this is some ploy they all discussed in the toilets.

  Of course, I’m going to say yes because I’m curious, but I’ll play the teasing game too and stretch this out. “If I can get my wings out eventually, then sure, we can practice.”

  “Boo!” someone bellows behind my ear.

  My heart startles. I spin around as my wings spring out, ripping right through the thin fabric of my top at my back. One of the wings smacks Connor right in the face as he stands too close behind me. He stumbles and falls flat onto his ass.

  The guys burst out laughing, and I’m barely catching my breath from being scared to death.

  “You deserve that,” I deliver with an attitude.

  He gets to his feet and dusts his jeans. “It did the trick, didn’t it?” He points his chin toward my white outstretched wings.

  “Well…” My words flatline. “You’re still an ass for doing that.” I poke my tongue out at him and purposefully swing quickly around.

  He ducks my wings.

  “Okay your wings are out now,” Alexander reminds me, like I can forget.

  “All you need to do is hold yourself strong and beat your wings. Let them lead you,” Braxton explains like he’s the master of wings. Maybe he’s studied them… I don’t know, but my insides are twisting into knots with nerves.

  Feet solid on the ground, I take a deep inhale and move my wings as easily as I lift my arms. I beat them slowly at first, then a bit faster. A snap of power flares over me.

  “You look spectacular,” Nyx encourages.

  All I can focus on are the wings and not spiraling out of control once I take off.

  “Try a bit faster,” Alexander offers.

  I nod and quicken my movements. My feet lift off the ground, inches, but I’m squealing with excitement.

  Suddenly, I’m flying straight up as if I’ve jumped on a trampoline.

  My cheers morph into screams as my legs and arms fling out. Next thing, I’m falling back down, and the ground is racing up toward me.

  Fear throttles me, and I forget everything I’m meant to be doing. Except screaming. I excel at that.

  “Beat your wings,” the men are yelling at me down below. Dante flaps his arms, illustrating what I’m meant to do.

  I jut the wings wider, but getting them to move while falling is harder than I thought.

  The wind sweeps under them, and suddenly, I’m gliding from side to side in a downward motion. In seconds, I crash to the ground on my hands and knees then fall flat on my face.

  “Shit!” I push myself up and spit out the grass I’d just eaten.

  Braxton takes my arm and hauls me to my feet. “It wasn’t that bad. You got into the air.”

  “And almost died.” I pull grass out of my hair and wings.

  “We would have caught you,” Finn reminds me.

  “Except you didn’t,” I tell him with a flustered glare.

  “New plan,” Alexander says. “We all carry you and run with you, then you take off...like a kite.”

  At his new proposal, I burst out laughing trying to picture myself high above in their arms and resembling Superman.

  “I don’t think so. I just need to pace myself and not go too fast.”

  With that, I square my shoulders. “Stand back and let me try again.”

  Braxton steps toward me while the rest of them backup. “Don’t overthink it. It should be as natural as walking.”

  “Everyone stumbles when they first start walking,” I remind him.

  In response, his mouth crashes against mine, and he’s kissing me unexpectedly. Warmth floods my body, and I wrap my arms around his neck. His lips trace along my cheek and slide to my ear, leaving shivers in his wake.

  “Focus on my kiss, and let the wings do the rest. With brave wings, fly my angel.”

  As if he’s ignited something inside me, my wings are beating and I’m already rising off the ground. My hold breaks from Braxton. All I can think of are his lips and how delicious his kisses are.

  I’m standing upright in the air, my wings beating in small pulses, keeping me about ten feet in the air.

  “I’m doing it,” I say.

  “You are doing spectacular. Now see if you can fly over to that tree and bring us back a leaf from the top of the tree.” Braxton points to a great oak tree about fifty feet away.

  Oh, we’re doing stunts now? But I can do this. I nod and pivot in the air, leaning my body in that direction. The wings beat harder now and carry me across the landscape. Leaning forward is a lot more comfortable to fly, as the momentum naturally keeps my legs dangling behind me. I can’t help but feel a bit like a superhero after all.

  The tree closes in before me, and I climb up to reach the top. Once again, beating in a short quick sequence, I stretch my arm out and snatch a handful of pale green leaves.

  I am suddenly falling out of the air. I cry out as I hit the branches. They stab me all over my body.

  The men are shouting something. I beat my wings, which I’d forgotten to do as I collected the leaves.

  Once more, I elevate out of the tree and kick away a branch snagged on my shoe. Exhaling loudly, I feel in control once more. Down below, all my six men are darting across the field toward me.

  I lean forward and swoop over toward them, my wings wide as I glide on the wind. Despite the tiny bit of turbulence, this is incredible. I am literally flying with ease. I guess I had it in me all along and just needed to be pushed.

  I come in quicker than I thought, and my stomach lurches up to my throat.

  “Watch out,” I call out.

  Braxton takes that as a call to be caught as he throws himself towards me just as I swoop low for a crash landing.

  He slams into me, his arms locking tight around my body. And we’re both sent into a sideway roll, my wings coiling around us as a protective shield.

  My breaths are racing, and only
when we stop, do I burst out laughing. “Now that is a landing,” I tease.

  I’m tangled with Braxton, chest to chest, and he seizes the opportunity to kiss me. I don’t hesitate and press myself closer, falling deep under his spell.

  “Hey, are you two okay?” Finn asks.

  A smile flickers across Braxton’s mouth as I unfold my wings from around us. His fingers slide under my chin, and he raises my head. “I’m so proud of you, Adi. You mean everything to me.”

  I can’t begin to explain the joy from hearing his words. Maybe I’m needy, but I want to make my men proud.

  “Are you two just going to lie there? Because then I’m jumping in too,” Nyx threatens with mirth in his voice. I remember him sneaking into my bed a couple of times already, so I don’t put it past him.

  Braxton gets up and takes my hand. I’m on my feet in seconds, my wings tucking against my back inside me. They shrink and vanish, and I feel the skin knitting back up. It tickles slightly.

  “Well, that was the quickest training lesson in the world,” Connor announces.

  “That’s because this is Adi you’re talking about.” Alexander stalks over to me and wraps his arms around my waist, dragging me to his side. “Our angel can do anything she sets her mind on.”

  My cheeks are hurting from smiling so much, and I blush as each of the guys comes around for a kiss and to praise me. Even Connor, except he leaves out the kissing part.

  Guess that’s a part of us we still need to work out. If we ever survive this, we’ll have to sort out our emotions and what we plan to do about them.

  “We should keep going,” Braxton suggests.

  Once back in the SUV, we are back on the road in no time.

  “Does anyone have any more of those shortbread cookies?” Conner calls out from the back seat.

  “You better not have eaten the whole box,” Finn growls from the front seat.

  “Just one packet, geez. You bought ten of them,” Connor snipes back as the sound of a ruffling plastic bag sounds in the back.

  “Hand some over,” Alexander insists, and leans an arm over the back of his seat, and moments later brings back a packet.

  “These things are addictive,” I say.