by L. A. Boruff
I dragged the sleeves of her dress down her shoulders, letting gravity do the rest for me as it fell and pooled at her feet. She swiftly kicked off her boots and began undoing the buttons on my coat, ripping it off of me. She didn’t pause for a single second before my shirt followed suit. I only gave it a second after it was lifted then fused my lips back to hers. I didn’t think I’d be able to stop myself from kissing her again after this. It was as if I’d stolen an apple from Eden. Now that I’d had a taste, it would be impossible not to have another.
“I’ve wanted to touch you like this for years,” I whispered against her lips as I undid her bra.
When her bare skin met mine, it took everything in me not to shout in victory. She was so soft and smooth. I felt her nipples pebble when they pressed to my chest. It was all that was needed to push me over the edge. I lifted her by her waist and tossed her onto my bed. I took satisfaction when her half naked body bounced a bit on my mattress. I lowered myself and began crawling up her body, kissing up her smooth legs, then her stomach, and between her voluptuous breasts. The salt of her skin teased my tongue as I licked up the column of her neck.
“I know you can’t speak yet, but if you need me to stop, you tell me,” I pleaded to her. I needed her to know that I would stop if she wanted, but fuck, I hoped she wouldn’t.
I breathed a sigh of relief when she nodded and grabbed my face, forcing my lips back to hers. Elation filled me as I reached between us and ripped her panties from her legs, gaining a gasp of surprise from her. My hands roamed over her body. My lips tasted every inch they could reach. I couldn’t get enough of her. I wanted her to fall apart beneath me.
I couldn’t help slipping a finger inside her, feeling her tighten around it as it moved in and out. She was so wet and ready for me, it had me growing harder by the second. I knew she was holding back from letting go though. I think we both wanted this to mean more than just some hex forcing us together. It was obvious we’d been holding back, letting this sexual tension build between us all these years. She didn’t want to waste her ecstasy on my fingers.
I rose up from her body and slid my boxers down, finally freeing myself. I grabbed her hip and angled her to the perfect position. Her steel eyes found mine, shining brightly with desire. I leaned down and captured her lips as I entered her fast and hard. We moaned together, reveling in the feel of this moment.
I moved slow and deep, not wanting to rush this. The hex was being satisfied, so there was no need. Her body was hot to the touch and we both breathed raggedly as we moved as one.
“Goddess! You feel so good! Harder!” She commanded me; her tone edged on begging.
“My pleasure,” I groaned out, not needing to be told twice.
We both got lost in each other; touching, tasting, biting. She was my complete undoing. I’d give or do anything for this woman. She had no idea the hold she had over me all this time. I now knew that nothing I imagined was ever as great as the real thing. I’d wasted so long waiting to make a move with her. I should’ve just grabbed her and expressed how I felt. But then again, maybe this moment wouldn’t be as intense.
When our release finally came, a wave of energy exploded from her body. It sizzled beneath my skin and sent heated pulses throughout my body. The hex was gone, leaving only the pure undiluted bliss of this moment behind.
I rolled off her and tried to catch my breath.
“Thank you,” she said between heavy breaths.
I laughed softly. “This is definitely not something you have to thank me for. You, Christi Craft, have been undoing me for years.”
And by the goddesses, I knew she’d continue doing so the rest of my life.
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Eliza Eveland: Heretic Alternate Scene
I leaned back in my chair and fanned my face with a groan. “I’m bored.”
Three days ago, if someone had told me I’d be sitting in a resort hotel on a tropical island during the apocalypse, complaining there was nothing to do, I’d have shot them. Yet there I was. I blamed the heat wave. After six years, I’d finally adjusted to the dry heat that had settled over the Eastern Seaboard after magic descended on the world. It was tolerable in shorts and a tank top, even with sixty pounds of gear on my back. But this… I wasn’t made for the humidity.
Across the room, Michael tossed another dart into the dartboard. “You could always play darts with me. I think I’m finally getting the hang of this.” He tossed another and missed. The dart embedded itself in the nearby workshop table.
Noah, our resident mechanic, looked up from the guts of whatever machine he’d torn apart this time and sighed. “Come on, man. You could’ve hit something important.”
Michael retrieved his dart. “Could’ve deflated your ego a little if I’d been aiming for your head.”
Noah took a playful swipe at Michael who dodged out of the way with ease.
Ben looked up from where he had his spell rifle taken apart and spread out over a cotton mat. “Knock it off, you two. I’m trying to work.”
In the corner, Levi slammed the book he was reading shut and glared at them. His eyes flashed red. If he shifted here and now into Leviathan, I’d have a lot more excitement than I bargained for.
“Children,” he said, gripping the book by its spine. “Playing with their toys.”
Noah pushed away from his work table and crossed his arms over his chest. Sweat stains marred his white-t-shirt, making it cling to his chest. “Well, what else are we supposed to do? Ash is right. It’s hot as balls, and I can’t fucking figure this comm box out.”
Levi’s dark eyes flicked across the room, settling on my legs with a hungry look. “Your commander says she’s in need of something to do, and you’ve ignored her request. Carry on if you want. I’m happy to entertain you, Princess. Come.” He waved me over with a lazy gesture.
I chewed on my bottom lip and considered not going to him, not because I didn’t want to, but because I wasn’t sure how Ben would react. Having a relationship with both at the same time was a balancing act, one I hadn’t quite mastered yet. Ben had started out hating Levi, but the two of them seemed to have come to an understanding. I loved them both, needed them both, but together they were fire and gasoline. They could explode at any minute. Maybe they’d behave with Noah and Michael in the room though. If things went too far, I could always stop.
“Princess.” Levi put more force into the pet name, making it a command.
The chair creaked as I pulled myself out of it. Every step felt heavier, weighed down by Ben, Michael and Noah’s eyes as they watched me cross the room to stand in front of Levi.
He patted his knee so I sat stiffly on it.
“Do you know how much I hate it when you do that?” Levi said, running his fingers through my hair. His fingers tightened around a clump and he pulled my head back, exposing my neck.
Ben surged to his feet, the promise of violence in every coiled muscle.
Levi turned my head and nipped at my bottom lip. “Surely if you want someone to nibble on that pretty skin of yours, you could get one of us to do it for you.”
The room was silent. I met Michael’s eyes and wondered what he was thinking. Was he angry? Jealous? I’d told him we’d never be exclusive. My life didn’t work that way. Michael had said he was fine with it, even seemed excited when I talked about it. Now, his face had glossed over with some emotion I couldn’t name.
Levi sighed into my ear. “I don’t think they know how to play this type of game. Perhaps we should show them, Princess?”
I shuddered as he drew his tongue slowly up my neck behind the ear. His hand slid under the collar of the borrowed tank top to grope my bre
ast.
Noah put down the small, metal cylinder he’d been holding. He looked unsure, as if he wanted to stay and enjoy the show, but felt like an uninvited guest.
Michael’s pale cheeks flushed.
Levi let go of my hair to gently grip my chin. “They’re waiting for an invitation.” His hand abandoned my breast to slide down the front of my shorts and glide between my thighs.
Ben turned back to the gun he had apart and started rolling up the cotton towel.
“Stay!” I gasped. “Please, stay.”
The other three exchanged a glance.
“All of us?” Noah asked.
I considered it. It wouldn’t be the first time Ben had shared me with someone else, but it would be the first time for the other three, and the first time I had ever been with four at once. But I didn’t want to leave any of them out. It wouldn’t be fair.
“Yes. All of you.”
Levi made a gentle purring sound in my ear and took both hands away. “Well, if they’re going to stay, let’s put them to work. Come on, then. Let’s help her get more comfortable.”
Levi stood, forcing me to stand with him or get dumped on the floor. I started to take a step away form him, but he caught me, wrapping one arm around my waist and holding me against him.
“Your commander seems hot in all these clothes. Michael, why don’t you help her get these shorts off? I’ll make sure she doesn’t chew on that lip of hers.” With a gentle nudge against my chin, he turned my head and closed his mouth on mine.
Levi’s tongue slid into my mouth, the taste of him as alluring as the magic I could feel pulsing in his veins. I wanted his power inside me as much as I wanted him. Maybe more. The realization scared me for a moment until another set of hands joined Levi’s under my shirt.
Michael’s hands were softer, gentler than Levi’s. While Levi pinched my right nipple between his thumb and forefinger, Michael did little more than brush his fingertips lightly against my hips. The juxtaposition of sensations sent a shudder through me. I broke the kiss with Levi to gasp in a breath of air.
“Are you all right?” Michael asked. He stood on my right side, doing nothing more than tracing his thumbs over the midriff Levi’s groping exposed. “This is what you want?”
“Yes.” I leaned over to draw my tongue over his lips before giving Noah a coy glance.
Noah finally came to my side as Levi stepped away. “Thought you’d never ask,” he said and drew my lips to his.
Before that moment, I’d never kissed Noah. I had fantasized about it, especially since I knew how bad he’d wanted me ever since joining my squad. Night after night at the old compound, he’d lay awake in his bunk when he thought the rest of us were asleep, jerking off. Once, when he was drunk, he’d even admitted it was me he pictured. It was hot as hell knowing he wanted me, and it was hot as hell that I knew he’d watched me fuck Ben before and probably pictured it every night for weeks, putting himself in Ben’s place.
If sex with Noah was anything like the kiss, I’d put it off for too long. His tongue glided over mine slowly, rhythmically, massaging every surface. I leaned into him, opening my mouth wider to give him better access.
My hands ached to explore him, to trace the ridges and valleys of his chest and listen to him gasp as I worked my way down, first with my fingers and then with my tongue. For now, I’d have to make do with my hand. I reached for his crotch and felt him smile against my lips.
Ben abandoned his work to join us, standing on the other side from Noah. He stopped to give Levi a warning glare before leaning in to kiss my neck.
“Don’t worry, lieutenant. I’ll play nice.” Levi mused, tracing his fingers down my arms. “Why don’t we make this more interesting?” His fingers intertwined with mine, holding for a moment before he pulled my hands behind my back.
Michael had dropped to his knees in front of me, kissing my legs as his fingers undid the zipper and clasp on my shorts. Between the heat and the humidity, the fabric clung to my skin and I had to wriggle a little to help him get them past my hips. All my wiggling made me all the more aware of Levi behind me, his rock hard cock pressing against my lower back. The shorts fell to the floor with a dull thud and Michael’s attention went straight to my thighs, kissing with his lips, and gently massaging with his fingers.
“I see you’re still not wearing anything underneath, Princess.
“It’s too hot for layers,” I murmured, suddenly distracted by Noah’s mouth on my breast. He stroked his tongue over it with the same slow, sensual gestures he’d used before with my tongue. I hoped he was as good with his dick as he was that tongue.
My skin was on fire with need. I ached to touch them all back, to grab the back of Michael’s head and press his face in harder, or go back to groping Noah, or even just to knead Ben’s muscular arms. But Levi had me in some kind of hold that prevented me from doing anything other than the slightest wiggle.
Michael finally moved his tongue between my thighs. I gasped and wriggled against Levi. “Levi, please.”
“Please what?” He was way too damn amused. “You look a bit flushed, Princess. Let’s lie you down. Gentlemen?”
Without further prompting, Ben scooped me up and carried me to the day bed in the corner. He sat down and shifted me so that my had rested in his lap. One powerful, protective arm over my stomach announced to everyone else that I was his, and if I even hinted at being unhappy, they’d have to deal with him.
He gave Levi another pointed glare. “No hitting.”
Levi smirked. “Deal. Not until she’s done with the rest of you.”
Noah put his fingers against my chin, drawing my attention back to him. “Allow me to help you out of that shirt so you can cool down.”
I let him pull the over my head, but turnabout was fair play. As he was struggling to get it over my arms, I made it more difficult for him by carefully undoing the zipper of his pants.
Noah groaned and nearly forgot about the damn shirt when I wrapped my fingers around his cock. Thick and curved, though not as uncomfortably large as Levi. “No fair,” he ground out.
“If you don’t like it, you can go back to your workbench.”
He started to say something else, but I shut him up by running my tongue over the underside of his shaft. He cursed at me and I smiled, wondering how he’d react to even more pressure.
Michael nudged his face between my thighs and I obliged by opening my legs further and bending my knees, giving him better access. His tongue darted out, tasting delicately, too gently. Teasing with pressure barely more substantial than a breath. I fought the urge to grab the back of his head and grind myself into him. After all, why hurry? We had all afternoon.
As Michael built up a steady but still all too gentle pace, Ben traced his fingers gently over my chest and stomach with barely enough pressure to feel. I kissed along the side of Noah’s dick, holding onto it to keep it from springing straight up. Noah brushed my hair away from my face, but otherwise didn’t touch me.
All the while, I found myself wondering why Levi was just standing off to the side, watching. He’d gotten all this started, after all. Didn’t he want in on it?
When he saw me watching him, Levi peeled kicked off his shoes and started to undress. Levi wouldn’t be gentle, and he wouldn’t be kind. Once he got started with me, all the nice, gentle touching would stop because he wouldn’t allow it. Not Levi. The word gentle wasn’t even in his vocabulary. As much as I craved his roughness, I wasn’t ready for it. Ben and Michael weren’t ready for it. Noah…Noah would probably go along with whatever Levi wanted. He wouldn’t care as long as he got the chance to enjoy himself.
I pressed my hands against Noah’s hips, pushing him back so that my mouth was free, and pulled Ben down to kiss me. He held back. Dammit, why was everyone being so gentle? I wasn’t fucking made of glass. I needed Ben inside me. Or Michael. Or Noah. Anyone but Levi. He was going to have to wait. Someone.
With a frustrated growl, I turned, pulling
away from Michael and pouncing on Ben. Normally, we fought before we fucked, but I didn’t have the patience for that. I grabbed his pants and said, “If you don’t fuck me right now, I’m going to lose my damn mind.”
He smirked. “Is that an order, Commander?”
I snarled something incomprehensible and started working on clawing his clothes away. Ben hurried to help me, drawing laughter from Noah.
“Man, she’s like that even in bed, huh?” Noah said. “Impatient.”
Michael and Levi both agreed with a grunt.
Whatever. I didn’t care. I knew what I needed. They could either get with the program or get the fuck out.
I got the last of Ben’s clothing off and tossed it aside. He cupped the back of my head and brought me down against him, chest to chest. The smell of him was intoxicating, all gun oil with a hint of smoke and a maleness that could only belong to Ben. It made me feel safe, to smell him again, to feel his skin on mine. There were no monsters here. There was only Ben, kind and loving Ben who would do anything for me if I asked, not just because it pleased me, but because he’d fallen so stupidly in love. I’d spent so much time wrapped up in him. Now all I wanted was him in me.
I shifted my weight, pushed up and took him inside me.
Ben tilted his head back and groaned deep in his throat, moving his hands to my hips. I couldn’t help but let out a small, pleasured moan of my own. He let me set the pace, and I chose slow and torturous. How about a taste of your own medicine?
Michael was suddenly beside me, groping, touching, kissing. He caught my lips a moment before murmuring, “Tell me what you need.”
I looked down at his erection. Michael was always so ready, willing, and able to please. Of all my protectors, he was the kindest, most generous. I had yet to repay him for sacrificing himself for me at the Ark.
