by Eva Brandt
Meanwhile, Mikael frowned, looking confused. I couldn’t blame him for it, since just earlier today, I’d told him I needed to focus on my classes, not on my sex life. “I thought you said you…”
I saw the moment he decided not to question his good fortune. He trailed off, and then immediately decided to change tracks. “Of course we want to fuck you, Lyssa. We’ve wanted that from the first moment we saw you.”
By the time he finished the sentence, he was breathing hard, his pupils dilated, his magic swirling around him in a cloud of diffuse lust. Even if he was half-angel, there were times when his incubus background showed, and this was one of them.
Still, I had to admit that seeing the handsome demons so affected by such a simple suggestion was a huge boost for my ego. I’d never considered myself a seductive person, and yet, these three guys who were hotter than the hell we inhabited were falling over themselves to claim me.
The knowledge gave me the strength to end the dancing around we’d all been doing for the better part of a year. “Well, then, what are you waiting for?” I inquired.
It was the same question Morrigan had asked me during the test, although in my case, it had a very different meaning. On my lips, it also sounded a little awkward and uncertain. But it came out anyway, and it was the last push Callum, Mikael, and Stefan needed.
They had only been waiting for me, and now that I didn’t need that any longer, they decided to take what was theirs.
First Time
I was no stranger to sex. I might not have had it with another person before, but I was a young woman with a healthy libido. I’d been lucky enough to avoid major problems in that field, despite my epilepsy, so I masturbated all the time. I watched porn. And then, there was, of course, everything I’d seen since my arrival at the academy.
But nothing I’d done or witnessed prepared me for the onslaught of passion Callum, Mikael, and Stefan unleashed upon me.
It started simply enough. Since Stefan was closest to me, he grabbed me and draped me over his shoulder. “You’re so fucking lucky I don’t bend you over the couch and screw you right here,” he growled, his voice so deep and animalistic the words were barely understandable.
I would’ve liked to tell him that I wouldn’t have minded the rough treatment. I wanted it. But my ability to encourage him died a prompt death when he rushed up the stairs of my dorm, moving faster than humanly possible. I had to snap my eyes shut so I wouldn’t grow dizzy.
In some ways, that was a futile effort. Mere seconds later, Stefan reached the room I shared with Mikael, and I heard the door crack as he burst in. He dumped me on the bed, and I couldn’t have avoided looking at him to save my life.
He was already tearing his black shirt off, and I shivered at the savage intensity that burned in his eyes. Never tearing his gaze away from mine, he got rid of his boots and jerked down his pants. He wasn’t wearing any underwear—yay for going commando—and fire surged through me at the sight of his naked body.
Stefan might be a hell hound, but at that moment, a part of my brain couldn’t help but compare him with those Greek god statues I’d so often see in museums. Except for the tiny dicks. My God, he did not match them at all in that field. Not even a little.
Every single atom of my body seemed to respond to the sight of his thick prick. I’d seen him naked before. I’d even caught a glimpse of his erection once, although, at the time, I’d tried to not look. I was certainly looking now, because today, I was going to take that cock inside me. It would split me open, I just knew it. I must’ve run out of self-preservation during Morrigan’s test, because I found that I wanted that to happen.
Stefan crawled into bed next to me, covering his body with my own. His weight pressed me down into the mattress, and I embraced the feeling, needing more of it, more of him. With that in mind, I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer.
As it turned out, he had other ideas on how this was supposed to go. He went along with my silent request at first, but the moment he crushed his lips to mine, he also freed himself from my hold.
All of a sudden, I found my mouth being devoured by a very eager hell hound, while said shifter was pinning me down to the bed with a strong hand.
“You’re going to be my fucking bitch,” he murmured, his hold on my wrists tightening to the point of pain. “Isn’t that right?”
He bit on my lower lip, and I could’ve sworn I felt a hint of fang threatening to slice my flesh open. I couldn’t touch him with my hands and couldn’t seem to make my vocal cords work either, so I wrapped my leg around his instead and ground against him. He laughed, but the sound came out breathless, wrecked, and almost lost. “That’s a yes, isn’t it? Fuck.”
Callum and Mikael intervened before Stefan and I could do much else. They weren’t quite as fast as Stefan, but they weren’t far behind either.
“Well, as expected, you were very enthusiastic,” Callum drawled. “I don’t blame you, but please, don’t start without us.”
Stefan ignored him. His free hand raked over my side and his claws slid through the flimsy material of my dress like a knife through butter. In mere seconds, my black gown was reduced to mere scraps. It hadn’t done a great job at covering me before, but at least it had been something.
Left in just my soaked panties, I felt more aroused and exposed than ever. Stefan pressed hot, feverish kisses over my neck, his clever fingers now roaming over my sides, cupping my right breast. His claw teased my peaked nipple, sending a jolt of pleasure straight into my core.
Fucking hell. He’d only just started to touch me, and I felt like I was going to explode.
Unfortunately, that was the exact moment when Callum decided to intervene. He buried his fingers in Stefan’s dark hair and pulled him off me. “Now, now. Don’t be so greedy, Stefan. Remember you need to share.”
Stefan snarled at him, his gaze blazing like dark, fiery coals. “Fuck you very much, Callum.”
“Not today, handsome,” Callum replied without missing a beat. “Or at least, not right now. Right now, we need to focus on Lyssa. Isn’t that right, princess?”
I blinked at him owlishly. When Stefan had called me a princess, what seemed like an eternity ago, it had sounded weird, like a corny line. From Callum’s lips, it felt natural. Maybe it was because I didn’t want to be Stefan’s princess, but I did want to be his bitch.
Still, if he expected me to answer, he was delusional. I couldn’t say anything right now. I was just trying to process why the fuck Callum had decided it was a good idea to stop Stefan from touching me. That wasn’t nice of him at all.
Mikael took advantage of the exchange between Callum and Stefan to wriggle his way closer to me. “It’s fine,” he said. “If you guys are into one another more, I’m sure Lyssa will understand. Like I keep saying, she’s mine to please and pleasure.”
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you, angel?” Stefan asked him with an unfriendly grin. “You’ve always wanted to rob us of her attention.”
As expected, the word ‘angel’ sounded like an insult. Mikael narrowed his eyes at Stefan, but Callum stepped in before Mikael could reply. “I have to agree with Stefan on this one, Mikael. We need to share.”
“I never said I wouldn’t,” Mikael answered, his lips twisting into a beatific and utterly dishonest smile. “It’s not my fault that the two of you can’t focus on the matter at hand.”
Were they really fighting about who got to fuck me, now of all times? It was official. Men were idiots.
It wasn’t a real surprise to hear Stefan and Callum had something going on. The familiar bond thing was conducive to that kind of relationship. Stefan and Callum didn’t share a house—which come to think of it, was pretty odd—but they were still partners, and that bond had always shown. It didn’t bother me. I found it kind of hot, and I wouldn’t have minded sharing.
But having a person as a familiar was far more problematic than bonding with an animal, and never had this been more obvious. W
ith Mikael making it worse, I could feel the tension escalate between the three men. I half-expected they’d attack one another once again, just like they had in the courtyard, last year.
Their bickering had well and truly snapped me out of my trance of arousal. I didn’t have Mephistopheles’s strength, magic, or influence, but I still refused to let this continue. “Okay, stop,” I shouted. “I have three holes. You can all pick one of them to fuck. There’s no need for you to argue.”
That should’ve been straightforward enough, except for a very simple fact. The boys couldn’t seem to decide who took what. “I think I’m the one who should take her cunt,” Callum mused out loud as if he was talking about the weather. “I’m the best at deflowering virgins.”
“Don’t flatter yourself.” Mikael snorted. “You only think that because they keep flocking to you for some reason. But Lyssa isn’t just a random virgin.” I’d have appreciated his words more had he not decided to add, “Besides, I’m half-incubus too. I’m just as good at it as you are and I’m her familiar. If anything, I’m the one who should take her virginity.”
“You guys are all talk,” Stefan growled. “Your incubus blood doesn’t automatically make you better lovers. Just look at your cocks. Mine is far bigger than yours.”
“It’s not about size, Stefan,” Callum argued. “It’s about how you use it.”
This whole conversation was getting more and more ridiculous, and my irritation was increasing with every second that passed. I’d been looking forward to sharing my body with them, but it didn’t seem like that was going to happen. “You know,” I snapped at them, “I get the feeling that you don’t want to fuck me nearly as much as you want to get one over each other.”
There must’ve been something in my voice that alerted them that I was not happy because they stopped bickering. They slowly turned toward me and shot me almost identical sheepish looks. “Sorry, princess,” Callum said. “We got a little distracted there.”
“Distracted,” I repeated in disbelief. “Are we fucking or aren’t we? You claim that you want to give me pleasure, service me, make me scream, and so on, but I’ve yet to see any results. I’d have had a more productive afternoon if I masturbated before I got out of bed, and then started doing some homework.”
That silenced any other useless apology they might’ve been inclined to provide. Demons or not, they had something in common with human males. They were horrible at dealing with injured pride. I suspected telling them they were boring in bed was almost as bad as accusing them of having a celestial background.
“I’ll take her mouth,” Stefan offered quickly.
“Ass,” Callum added, having decided to let Mikael have this one.
Mikael nodded, abandoning all attempts of trying to look smooth and cool. “That leaves me with her pussy.”
“Great,” I said, utterly unimpressed. How was it that I had three men who’d been flirting with me for a year, and when I approached them for sex, they were standing around negotiating instead of doing something that would scratch my itch?
I needn’t have feared. Now that I’d pushed them, it appeared that they were more than capable of setting their differences aside. Stefan moved first, throwing me back down against the pillows and spreading my legs. “You’re such a defiant little bitch,” he growled. “Just like I knew you would be.”
After that, all thoughts of conversation were set aside. Stefan ripped off my panties with his fangs and buried his face between my legs. Sensation exploded through me as he swept his tongue over my labia. He licked my wet folds, groaning as he tasted my juices. When he started suckling on my swollen clit, I moaned and moved against him, fucking his face, seeking more of the delicious ecstasy.
I’d always heard cunnilingus was amazing, but I hadn’t realized it would feel so good. I suspected my inability to cope with the overwhelming sensations wasn’t just because of my inexperience. Stefan’s mouth suddenly seemed to change shape and a sharp fang raked over the bundle of nerves. At the same time, he thrust two fingers into my wet pussy, reigniting the need to be claimed and fucked into oblivion.
I shrieked in pleasure-pain, the attack on my senses almost too much to endure. Had I thought homework would be a better use of my time? I must’ve lost my mind.
As I dissolved into incoherent whimpers, a hot mouth engulfed my nipple, sucking and teasing the sensitive nub. It was Callum. At one point while Stefan had been busy fucking me with his tongue, he’d gotten rid of his clothes too. He’d also decided to throw all scruples out the window. His magic flared, bright, hot, and relentless. My world blurred, every single atom inside me focused on this moment alone, on the men whom I belonged to.
Tongues of flame licked over my skin wherever Callum touched me, and an answering blaze pooled into my pussy as Stefan continued teasing my clit. My body was screaming for them, clenching around Stefan’s invading digits.
Stefan tore his mouth away from my pussy, all the while shoving his fingers faster and deeper inside. “Your cunt’s so fucking tight, little bitch,” he growled. “We’re going to fuck you so hard you’ll remember it until you die.”
There was something about the words that wove a spell around me, one almost as powerful and seductive as Callum’s incubus magic. I had no doubt that he was telling the truth, that I’d always remember everything they did to me, no matter how many times we ended up repeating the experience.
I was so close to coming I could feel it in my core, taste it in my mouth, smell it in the scent of my sweat and that of their arousal. Even so, when I fell over the edge, it wasn’t because of anything all that kinky.
Mikael just crawled up to me, his eyes glowing with magic and lust. He pressed his lips to mine, and in that simple kiss, I felt echoes of their need and desire for me. His tongue invaded my mouth, devouring me whole, and I came, no longer able to hold back the pleasure and passion that were already threatening to consume me.
As I convulsed through wave after wave of ecstasy, my lovers kept touching me, driving me crazy with half-fulfilled need. “Look at you,” Stefan rumbled. “You’re fucking gushing. You have such a slutty cunt. So slutty, just for us.”
He shamelessly licked over my nether lips, and I sobbed into Mikael’s kiss as Stefan’s wicked tongue triggered a renewed wave of pleasure. And then, Mikael tore his mouth away from mine and started pressing light kisses over my breasts. Callum easily made room for him, although he didn’t pull away, his magic still dancing naughtily over my skin, making my head spin and prolonging my climax. “Not to worry,” he whispered. “We’re not done with you yet.”
Considering the overwhelming sensations that were already taking complete control of me, I was almost afraid of what they had planned. But my self-preservation tended to bid a hasty retreat whenever they were around, so I just nodded.
Orgasm or not, my pussy still ached with the desire to be filled. I wanted to be fucked, damn it, and I refused to accept anything different.
In this, my lovers completely agreed with me. Mikael thrust his tongue into my belly button, and it tickled so much that a small, breathless giggle escaped me. It was for a purpose, though, as Callum proceeded to explain. “We’re going to cast a small spell on you. Just to make sure we don’t have any accidents.”
Accidents? Oh, he meant pregnancies. Yeah, that sounded like a good idea. Having kids was not in the plan anytime soon—or ever. I liked children well enough, but I was too afraid to have a baby of my own. He or she could inherit my condition, and my medication and potential seizures could affect any pregnancy.
I furiously pushed that thought aside, since I didn’t want to think about my inadequacies right now. Mikael made it easy. His magic surged through me, hot and cold, and yet, neither. Torn between the two conflicting sensations, my body responded the only way it knew how, through another surge of arousal.
Mikael chuckled at my enthusiastic response. “Oh, you like that, don’t you? My beautiful darkling. What else do you like? Pain? Pleasure?
Just say the word. We can give you whatever you need.”
I couldn’t provide a coherent reply. Yes, I was familiar with sex, but I hadn’t considered what I wanted beyond full-on, penetrative fucking. Truth be told, I’d mostly tried to avoid thinking about the possibility, since it was so difficult to focus around them even without day-dreaming about their cocks, their mouths, and their magic pleasuring me.
“I don’t think our princess can decide,” Callum drawled, “but that’s okay. We’re creative, and she did say she has a hole for each of us.”
“We’ll take our time. It’s only fair since we did leave her waiting for so long.”
As he spoke, Mikael sent another surge of icy power through me. It pooled into my nipples, into my core, my lungs, and every other part of me. The temperature around us dropped, to the point that I’d have feared I’d get frostbite had I not felt completely safe with them.
A few seconds later, Stefan kissed my knee, and fire surged over my body, licking over my skin without burning me.
I cried out, barely able to process the addicting sensations. I couldn’t understand how it was possible, but I could feel the numbing icy cold and the fiery heat at the same time. My nerve endings were torn between heaven and hell—story of my life, really. The pure energies of the half-divine Mikael and the hellspawn Stefan clashed inside me, then came together, threatening to crush my sanity.
If I’d had any semblance of control left, I’d have probably been wary that this onslaught of surreal pleasure would trigger a seizure. In hindsight, it should’ve occurred to me sooner, but it was too late for it now, and I couldn’t stop myself, couldn’t stop the all-encompassing need that was taking over my whole life and sense of self.
“Oh, God,” I started chanting. “Oh, God. God, please.”
“Not God,” Mikael corrected me. “Satan.”
