Storm Chaser (Storms of Blackwood Book 3)

by Elle Middaugh

  The guys and I shared a wide-eyed glance. Um, no, of course we didn't have rings. This whole thing was rather impromptu, to be honest, and besides, I only had so much room on my ring finger, and Cal's diamond took up a lot of it.

  Cal stood from the bench and fished around in his suit pocket. "You're all lucky I came so prepared." He handed us each golden bands, which we quickly slipped onto the proper fingers.

  "Well, then," the priest muttered. "By the power vested in me by his majesty the king and the gods above, I hereby declare you all officially married. You may now... uh, take turns kissing the bride."

  I rushed forward, kissing them each in turn, feeling the strength of our bond increase as we filled it with love.

  The priest scribbled in his notebook one last time before turning to leave, but Chrissen stopped him. "The seal? It's not certified until the priest imprints his official seal onto the document."

  "Nice catch," Cal commented, clearly impressed, as he and Criss shared a fist bump.

  Our priestly friend stopped dead in his tracks, glowering at Criss as he turned around. "Oh yes, of course, how could I have forgotten?"

  One heated blob of wax and one press of a ring later, and the seal was complete.

  "Oh and we'll, of course, be needing our copy of the document," Criss added. "Complete with your seal, if you don't mind. It'd be far too easy to lose your document before it got to the king, making it seem as if it never happened. We can't risk that, now can we?"

  My three grooms and I all grinned at Criss's efficiency. Thank the gods we'd allowed him to come. He might be the only reason our wedding became official.

  The priest glared at him once more, but said nothing, simply removed another page and began scribbling. When he was finished writing, he again dripped wax on the document and pressed his ring into it. "There. Your copy."

  "Much obliged," Criss said with the bow of his head.

  The priest bowed back. "The gratification is all mine, Your Highnesses. I shall inform His Majesty at once of your treach—I mean, your union."

  And with that, he was gone.

  We waited a while before any of us spoke. Cal touched the air, checking to be sure the priest had truly left. When he nodded, we all exhaled a sigh of relief—Dan loudest of all.

  "Holy shit, I can't believe I just did that." His smile was huge despite the near-terror in his voice.

  "And how do you feel about it?" I asked, unsure I actually wanted to know.

  But he picked me up and swirled me around. "I feel elated. Light and carefree. It's amazing."

  When he set me down, I turned to Ben. "Can you believe it? We're married!"

  He ran one hand through my hair and slid the other around my waist, dipping me so low my hair brushed the temple floor. Then he planted a suggestive kiss on my lips and grinned. "I can believe it, Sailor, and I'm so damned glad it's true."

  After he released me, I turned to Rob. "When I first met you, I never imagined I'd ever be married to you."

  He smirked and crossed his arms. "And now?"

  I uncrossed them and wrapped them around me. "Now, I can't imagine living life without you by my side. Any of you. I love you all so much."

  We shared a giant group hug with me in the middle—even Criss joined in on the glorious moment. And, though I knew he wasn't an equal member of the group just yet, I still felt contented to have him there.

  If only Asher could have been a part of it too...

  "So," Dan said, rubbing his hands together anxiously, a devilish look in his sea green eyes. "Who's ready for the honeymoon?"

  Chapter 11

  Suddenly, flaky brown vines, thicker than my thighs, slithered all around us.

  I turned to Ben, watching in awe as he worked his magic over the vegetation. At his command, the vines twisted, braiding themselves into a barrier of sorts that stood nearly four feet tall and surrounded the temple like a fence.

  A few moments later, he stumbled and dropped to his knees, swiping at his eyes as if he couldn't see properly.

  "Anyone have some water?" he shouted, making me flinch. I knew it wasn't out of anger, but rather his inability to hear properly—the price of his magic was losing his five senses—but still, it was loud.

  "On it," Dan replied, closing his eyes and holding his breath. Soon, water funneled over from a nearby stream and poured into Ben's awaiting mouth.

  When the Sand Prince had drunk enough, he shook his head, finally coming back to his senses. "Thanks, man."

  "No probs."

  Then Ben turned to me. "All right, Sailor, light it up."

  I grinned and rolled my eyes.

  "Time for the literal and sexual heat, huh?" I teased, which earned me a sexy wink from Ben. Gods, I lived for those winks.

  "Fire."

  As soon as the word left my lips, peachy-pink flames curled out of my palms, swaying happily on an invisible breeze. I aimed a palm at the vines on my left. "Fire." Flames shot across the temple and crashed into the dry, peeling vines, instantly lighting them on fire. Then I turned to the vines on my right. "Fire." And the process repeated. I did that a few more times until the flames wrapped around us in a perfect circle, enveloping us in heat.

  A heat I felt on the inside too.

  I yearned to be touched—to feel hands scraping up my arms and legs. To be teased—to feel lips and tongues and fingers tantalizing my skin. To be fucked—in every delicious way imaginable by as many of these sexy men as possible.

  "There's our girl," Dan said, voice low and evocative. He eyed me like a naughty demon, my flames dancing wildly in his eyes.

  Ben approached me first, taking my face in one of his wide palms. His thumb gently parted my lips, so I snaked out my tongue to taste him. Mmm. Like salt and smoke and spice and seduction. His lips parted as I moaned, so I kept going, sucking his thumb into my mouth and swirling my tongue around it as if it were his cock instead.

  It made the burn of my desire blaze hotter.

  From the corner of my eye, I saw Cal and Criss take seats on separate stone benches, the latter shifting his gaze between us and the floor. I could tell he was nervous, but also that he wanted this. I could practically taste his arousal on the air, and it fanned my lust flames even higher.

  Ben popped his thumb from my mouth, and suddenly Rob was there, kissing me with wild abandon.

  Dan's hands slid up my sides and brushed across my breasts, making my nipples harden. I was pretty sure they'd popped right through the lacy fabric of my gown, making them easy targets for tweaking and arousing—thank the fucking gods.

  Then Rob was gone and Ben was back, filling my vision with nothing but him, tan and shirtless in front of a backdrop of night and fire and floating embers. I watched in torturous awe as he slowly dropped to his knees and lifted the hem of my gown. His fingers grazed up the heated flesh of my thighs, lifting my dress inch by inch, making me quiver with anticipation. His gaze never once left mine until my pussy was bared before him. Then and only then did his eyes dip lower, darkening with arousal as they took in my swollen lips and clit.

  Dan took over where Ben left off, sliding the dress the rest of the way up my body, making damn sure to brush my aching nipples as he went. Then he threw it on the altar before Hera's statue.

  Like, surprise, bitch! An offering for you! I almost chuckled.

  A second later, Rob was sucking one of my nipples and pinching the other, Ben was eating my pussy like the last juicy fruit in the desert, and Dan was tongue-fucking my mouth with a scorching-hot passion. Cal panted on the bench as he stroked his cock, and Criss watched intently with a hooded gaze, apparently not yet ready to pull his dick out and play. Even still, it was hot as hell, and it was all way too fucking much. I came faster than I'd ever come in my entire life, screaming as my body bucked and exploded with pleasure.

  When I finally finished writhing, the guys backed away in preparation for the solo rounds.

  "Atta boy, Ben," Rob commended him, before lowering me onto the stone
floor and taking his place between my legs. He was already butt naked. Apparently, he was going first. "You ready for some pain, baby girl?"

  I was currently numb with pleasure, so a little pain sounded absolutely fantastic.

  I nodded, and he railed into me like a battering ram, forgoing any foreplay or gentleness whatsoever. Considering my cunt was wet as a monsoon, I supposed there really was no need for it. He pushed in as far as he could go, filling me to the breaking point, before pulling out and fucking me even harder.

  Leaning forward, I arched my chest into him and scraped my nails down his back. Even without his dick getting instantly harder, I knew he liked to receive pain more than he liked giving it. Pain was part of his power, part of who he was.

  "Harder," he begged as he wrapped his arms around my waist and thrust into me.

  I scratched him again, digging my nails as deep as they could go, probably drawing blood as I went, which was undoubtedly exactly what he wanted.

  His movements grew frantic then, and as I bit down on the flesh of his neck, he came apart inside of me. His growls and groans filled the air, echoing off the columns and tress before being swallowed up by the crackling flames all around us.

  Panting, Rob backed away and smiled at me. "Best. Orgasm. Ever."

  Dan took Rob's place between my legs, sliding the head of his cock up and down my slit. "We'll see about that."

  "You think you're going to have a better one?" I teased.

  He grinned deviously in return. "No, you are."

  I gasped as Dan finally sank inside me, slow and steady, teasing every nerve ending in my body as he went. Fuck, it was hot.

  He grabbed my hips, lifting them up so he could drive into me from a different angle. My mouth fell open, and I thought my eyes rolled into the back of my fucking head. Dear gods, whatever he was doing was hitting all the right spots.

  "You like that, Sexy Lexi?" he teased with a smirk.

  "Yes," I moaned, and he slid in and out a little faster. The head of his dick rubbed and stroked some elusive place inside of me, one that somehow made me insane with need. "Don't stop," I begged him.

  "I won't if you won't."

  I reached up and threated my fingers in his sandy brown hair, pulling it tightly as I squirmed in his grasp. "Gods, Dan, I'm gonna come soon."

  "Me too." He gritted his teeth as he carefully thrust in and out of me, never breaking his rhythm.

  "Me too," Cal groaned from the bench, his dick straining hard against his hand.

  Fuck, it was hot.

  As long as Dan didn't change a godsdamned thing he was doing, then I would be gone in about three... two... one.

  I cried out as I came hard, squeezing him tightly as my pussy throbbed. Then Dan came too, pumping into me much faster than he had been a second ago. And Cal growled from the sidelines, moaning as he spurted waves of milky cum onto the floor near his feet.

  Hades, Zeus, and Hera, my body was limp after that. I sprawled out on my back across the cold stone tiles, trying to catch my breath.

  I still had one to go.

  Ben approached me once more, stroking his dick as he shook his head. "Those are some hard acts to follow."

  "I'm sure you'll manage," I teased.

  He grinned in return. "Guess we'll see."

  He climbed up onto the altar and laid down on my discarded dress, resting his hands behind his head. His dick was literally the tallest point on his body in that position, and just the sight of it, all thick and veiny, made my mouth water.

  "I want you to fuck me, Sailor. Now."

  At his command, I immediately scampered over and crawled on top of him, running my hand up and down his hardened shaft, reveling in the sticky fluid already coating his head.

  His hand came down hard on my ass before gently caressing my stinging flesh with his palm. "I said fuck, you naughty girl, not tease."

  "Yes, sir," I whispered, positioning him at my slit before swallowing him up with my lower lips.

  He groaned as I rolled my hips, so I kept it up, gyrating those babies in the slowest, most seductive motion I could. I ran my fingers up the sweaty plane of my stomach, over my swollen breasts and into my hair, tangling it sensually above my head. His gaze darkened as his eyelids became hooded, and I knew he was enjoying his show.

  Leaving one hand in my hair, I lowered the other and pinched my nipple, tweaking the little nub until it was rock-hard.

  His lips parted as he watched me, and I felt him swell even further inside me.

  Swallowing hard, he turned left and glanced at Chrissen, surprising the hell out of me. "Give him a show, Sailor."

  I paused. "What?"

  Ben grinned, but it looked like more of a grimace. He must've been getting close.

  "Fuck me, but watch him while you do it. See if you can get us both off."

  Holy motherfucking gods that sounded hot.

  I glanced at Criss over on the bench; he also looked pained as he stroked his cock. At least he wasn't feeling shy anymore.

  "Okay..." I grinded my hips once more, watching Criss's lips part as his eyes drifted south to where my skin met Ben's, then north to where my breasts bounced as I moved.

  Using both hands, I rolled my nipples, arching my back as the sensations jolted through my body like tiny zips of lightning. Criss pumped his dick harder as he watched me, and as I watched him pleasuring himself, I got even more aroused. It was a delicious cycle.

  I rocked my hips back and forth, panting as the pressure of another orgasm started to build. My brows furrowed, and my lips parted. Criss gritted his teeth and jacked his cock faster. Ben thrust up into me, pushing me that last little bit before I careened off the edge of ecstasy.

  I cried out as I came, pulsing in pleasure as Criss shot hot cum all over the temple floor.

  "Yes," Ben growled, coming barely a moment after the two of us, bucking beneath me until he was completely and thoroughly spent.

  We remained at the temple for a little while longer, smiling and catching our breath. I could hardly believe what we'd just done—and not just the fantastic sex, but the marriages too. Our hearts and souls were slowly tangling tighter together, and I loved every bit of it.

  "I need a bath," I admitted, fanning the sweat on my face.

  Dan chuckled. "I think we all do. Luckily, there's a river nearby."

  He held his breath and funneled some water over to douse the flames surrounding the temple. Ben recoiled his viney barrier, then drank some of Dan's water to counter the price of his magic. When everything was back to normal, we bathed in the freezing cold stream before making our way back to Blackwood Palace.

  We might've celebrated a small victory that night, but we had even bigger battles ahead of us. Starting tomorrow, with the quest to find the Eye of the Sea.

  Chapter 12

  Before dawn the next morning, we all gathered at the front steps of the palace, where our bags were already packed and waiting for us.

  And so was a note:

  You'll pay for what you’ve done.

  Wonder who that could've been from?

  I rolled my eyes and grinned, pleased that I'd pissed the sadistic bastard off one last time before I left the palace. Gods, I hated him. But then my smile fell. He said you'll pay for that, as in me, but I still had a bad feeling he would take it out on the queens.

  Hold on, ladies, just a little bit longer. I swear, I'll kill the king.

  Dan took a moment to speak with a nearby servant, explaining that we'd be traveling to Ebony Chateau on horseback and that our luggage should follow us via carriage. Since Hydratica was only a ship's ride across the sea from there, I had a feeling Dan's kingdom was going to be our base of sorts while we completed this next insufferable task.

  Our next stop was the stables, where I was once again reunited with Caramel. Just thinking about her sweet-treat moniker had my heart dripping into a puddle of misery.

  Sweets... it's what Asher used to call me. The Shifter Prince. The idiot who'd turned in
to a chimera egg and handed himself over to the Storm King.

  I closed my eyes against the sudden urge to cry.

  Gods, I loved him. I loved them all, but it was maddening to have even one of them away from me. Who knew where he was? If he was safe? If he'd be able to find his way back to me? To us?

  An arm slipped around my shoulders and pulled me into a gentle embrace. When I opened my eyes, I saw Ben's handsome face looming above mine.

  "It's all right, Sailor. He'll be okay."

  I nodded immediately, knowing he needed to hear those words just as much as I did. Ash was his brother, but also his best friend. Losing him for real was not an option for either of us.

  "Saddle up," Chrissen gently prodded us, taking the lead on his chestnut stallion, Chance. "The sooner we find that Eye of the Sea, the better."

  I glanced at Cal who quirked a brow. He was usually the one in charge, but I could tell he was interested in seeing what Chrissen could do. If the newest prince was any good at it, then that might give Cal a nice little break from having to be the responsible one all the time.

  As Ben and I climbed into our saddles, Rob and his horse stomped over to Chrissen. "Let's make one thing clear, jackass. The Storm King might've said you were in charge of this mission, but you are not in charge. You shouldn't even be on this mission. You're a fucking liability."

  Chrissen didn't deny it, which made me feel bad for him all over again. Hadn't we gotten past all this last night? Didn't the honeymoon mean anything to them?

  Criss's jaw ticked. "Just because you'd prefer me to hang back and act as your backup lifeline doesn't mean I'm not qualified to lead this mission, asshole."

  To my utter relief and surprise, Rob chuckled. Apparently, Chrissen biting back was acceptable in his eyes? Perhaps it was a sign of bravery, which would have appealed to Rob's second power.

  "All right," Rob conceded arrogantly. "Let's see what you can do."

  Criss's lips tugged upward at the corners, as if he were fighting a victorious grin. "All right, then."

  Dan raised his hand, and his horse stomped his hooves into the ground. "Can I make a request?"