by Emma Dean
How the hell was she going to survive this?
“Ready?” Ethan asked, voice tight. He was holding back for her, and that was honestly the last thing she wanted at the moment.
“Yes, please,” she begged, quivering in Corbin’s arms.
“I’ve got you,” her raven murmured, stroking her hair back.
“We’ve got you,” Lucien corrected, arms around her waist and his mouth against her shoulder. “Don’t worry, we can feel everything you can feel.”
Mika didn’t know how this was going to work with the blood bond tying them all together, amplifying every feeling both emotional and physical. Would it be too much?
Then the head of Ethan’s cock pressed against her ass and Mika’s fingernails dug into Corbin’s shoulders, clinging onto him as Ethan slowly, so slowly, eased her down on top of him until he was completely inside her.
“Fuck,” he groaned, fingers digging into her hips.
Lucien’s growl of pleasure sent a shiver through her body and Corbin’s harsh breath almost sent them over.
It felt so good, but in a way she’d never experienced – in a way she could never have imagined. Mika pressed back into Ethan, wanting more.
“Just give it a minute,” Ethan groaned, moving a hand to her back. “Get used to it first, and stop fucking doing that.”
A hoarse laugh escaped her, and she wiggled her hips ever so slightly. Mika enjoyed the fact that she wasn’t the only one ready to come apart at the seams.
“I’m serious,” Ethan gritted out. “If you don’t stop, you’re not going to get us both at the same time.”
Mika knew he was right, she could feel his sharp pleasure, the almost painful hardness of his dick inside her and she could barely keep herself from making him lose control. Instead she yanked Corbin’s face down and kissed him hard, sliding her tongue into his mouth, breathing hard.
Lucien pinched her nipple and she groaned again, unable to stop from pushing back into Ethan. When the fox yelped, she turned to see Ethan’s massive hand wrapped around Lucien’s cock. Slowly he started to work Lucien, stroking the fox in a steady rhythm that made her breathless to watch and the way Lucien’s eyes went half-mast, glowing gold in the dim light like a beacon – she knew none of them were going to be able to last long.
Ethan lifted her up slightly and slid back inside at the same time he stroked Lucien, and Mika gripped Corbin’s dick, her breathing harsh.
“I can’t wait anymore,” she told Corbin. “Please, don’t make me wait.”
Corbin’s frustrated growl rippled through her and he gripped the back of her neck tight. “Don’t worry, dove, I’m not going to make you wait.”
His hand replaced hers around his dick, and slowly he guided it to her entrance. Mika gasped when Ethan wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her back against him, so they were both propped up against the pillows.
“Do it, Corbin,” Ethan ordered, his deep voice rumbling against her back with so much need she shivered again. “Slow and steady. Don’t hurt her.”
“Never,” Corbin murmured, sliding inside her wet pussy like he was made to fit there.
She was so full, so complete, Mika could barely process every sensation. It was sensory overload in the best way and she never wanted it to end – and at the same time she needed them to help bring her to completion before she lost her damn mind.
“Kiss me,” Lucien demanded, groaning when Ethan started working him again.
Mika turned and kissed her fox without hesitation, enjoying the taste of him, the passion she could feel from him, and the intense pleasure he felt watching her while Ethan jacked him off.
Then Ethan and Corbin started moving together, the timing perfect thanks to the bond and their ability to feel what she was feeling. It built so hard and so fast Mika was shoved over the edge almost immediately.
She came so hard she nearly fell and would have if it wasn’t for all three of them holding her up, kissing and touching her.
Her second orgasm built almost immediately, and she bit down on Lucien’s shoulder to keep from screaming. His shout of pain and pleasure had him shuddering against her and she could feel his cum covering her and Ethan like some kind of claim.
“Fuck,” Corbin gritted out, grinding circles into her, gripping her waist tight to keep from taking her too hard and fast. “Dove, I’m going to come.”
“Yes.” Mika gripped the back of her raven’s neck and laid back against Ethan, arching into his touch. The storm witch smeared Lucien’s cum across her breasts, his breathing harsh in her ear as he kept slowly sliding in and out of her. “I want to watch you come, Corbin.”
“So do I,” Ethan growled, jerking up into her hard enough she knew Corbin could feel it.
They watched her pretty bird lose himself, shuddering and groaning, panting as he just barely caught himself on the bed before landing on her. “Mika,” he whispered, kissing her like she was the only thing in the world he cared about.
Mika felt Ethan’s hands slide up Corbin’s chest, up his throat to hold the raven’s face as if he were her. “Say it, raven.”
She felt Corbin chuckle and he turned his face so he was looking at Ethan. “Daddy.”
When Ethan came, she screamed as his pleasure added on to the others, making her shiver and shake between them, barely able to hold on. It was almost too much to process and her entire body went limp.
Ethan’s arms were wrapped around her, and his lips were on her shoulder. Lucien kissed her neck, murmuring sweet nothings in Korean, while Corbin laid on top of her, comfortable with his proximity to the other two after…everything.
Nothing like good sex to tear down walls.
“I’ve already taken like three showers today,” Mika murmured, one hand stroking Lucien’s hair and the other Corbin’s. “But I’m definitely going to need to take another one.”
“Mm, need some help with that?” Lucien asked, completely unbothered that Ethan still had a hand around his dick.
Corbin went to move, and she tightened her grip on his hair so he couldn’t leave without losing a few strands. “No, not yet.”
She wanted all the time she could get with them like this.
“How are you feeling?” Ethan asked.
“Tired. Relaxed.” Mika sighed. She didn’t want to get up and train. All she wanted to do was stay like this all night.
“Good.”
She closed her eyes and memorized this moment, this feeling.
This was what she was fighting to keep.
Mika refused to let anyone take this away from her.
15
Mika stood outside the Council chambers, wishing she could be anywhere else.
She closed her eyes. Even if she didn’t want to do this, there was a reason for it. She was here to make sure those she loved had every chance to survive. Mika refused to let anything happen to them.
“I’m not sure what my presence here will do,” Mircella murmured, adjusting her blazer ever so slightly.
“You are surrendering the island and the university to me,” Mika reminded her. “Legally. And you’re here to corroborate my story so they don’t try to say I took it by force and send an army of hunters to the island.”
“I don’t think it’s going to go well,” the dean muttered. “No matter how legal it all is, or how much proof there is.”
Mika glanced over her shoulder at Dagon in his hellhound form, at Lucien and Ethan who looked like opposites of each other. One was dark, one was light, but they wore the same armor the Morrigan had gifted them – the armor that matched her own.
But Mika hadn’t arrived at this meeting to remind them of her warrior side. She was dressed as a high society matriarch in a black couture gown that would make any stylist cry if they got their hands on it.
It cinched around her waist, hugged every curve, and then flared in a mermaid style. She felt like Morticia with the long sleeves and the deep, deep V-neck. Mika had even straightened her hair and kept her mak
eup to nothing but a red lipstick deep enough to match the rubies around her neck.
The matriarch jewels.
Each ruby housed a hundred blood beasts.
Her high heels were comfortable enough she could run in them if she needed to, a new requirement she had for footwear since despite all the Morrigan’s gifts, she couldn’t teleport.
Malachi wore the same armor as Corbin, Ethan, and Lucien. He stood near the hellhound, Audrey on the other side of Dagon in a silver version of the dress Mika wore. Until there was a child, Audrey was her heir – signed, stamped, and filed with the Council when she’d sent in the adoption paperwork.
Audrey looked like some kind of goddess ready to exact vengeance on men – a reincarnation of Artemis.
“I don’t expect things to go well,” Mika murmured, pulling up her sleeve to check the time on the watch Kenzie had made her. “But hopefully we’ll reach some kind of understanding.”
Corbin was perched on her shoulder in his raven form – massive and terrifying with his red eyes. He pecked her gently, reminding her how optimistic that statement was. The Council wanted nothing to do with her.
Mika waved her hand at him and glared when his feathers ruffled her hair. “I’m allowed to hope every meeting with them doesn’t end in blood.”
“I don’t know,” Ethan drawled, summoning a small cloud, and banishing it over and over. “At least those aren’t boring.”
Finally, the doors swung open, and Mika hoped Kenzie was right. Selene had managed to convince Samuel to back Mika, and she really hoped it would be enough – that who she had on her side would help sway the other shifters if not the witches.
Ironically, they didn’t have anything but witches and apex predator shifters and a few vampires on the Council.
No hunters, no banshees, no small shifters, nothing even remotely rare like a kitsune.
And no shamans.
Mika didn’t wait for them to call her name, she strode into those chambers like she owned them. Shoving back the memory of what she’d done the last time she was there; Mika lifted her chin and went straight to the center of the room.
No one spoke, but she made sure to meet each and every one of their eyes, noting that the positions of Cassandra’s witches hadn’t been filled. No one laughed at her this time. No one tried to tell her she didn’t belong.
They couldn’t – not when she’d won her position fair and square by the same laws the rest of them followed.
“Matriarch Marshall,” the portly male witch said, clearly ready to try and dissuade her.
“It’s Madam Marshall to you,” she reminded him. “As I am Head Witch.”
“Not officially,” he blustered.
“I was actually hoping to finish that last bit of paperwork today.” Mika summoned the parchment Kenzie had gotten for her, a simple oath for the Head Witch promising to rule over witches with their best interests in mind as well as to uphold her people to the only law that really mattered – keeping the humans from discovering the paranormal.
Shifting her canines, she bit into her thumb just hard enough a drop of blood welled to the surface. She pressed it to the paper and then summoned a quill, dipping it in the rest of her blood to sign her name.
“Now if I could have a witness?” Mika strode forward and set the parchment down in front of Samuel Erikson. “And I believe that’s that.”
When Samuel signed in his own blood, that’s when the murmurs started. “I witness and recognize the Head Witch, Madam Marshall,” he grunted, handing the parchment over to the person on his left.
It was soaked in preservation spells, so she wasn’t worried about it being destroyed, not when the foxes also had a copy.
“What is the matter you would like to bring to us today?” Samuel asked when no one else did.
She’d been so careful too. Mika and Kenzie had pored over every single rule a Council member had to follow, and then she’d had Selene call the white tiger to clarify a few points. Mika was surprised Selene had so much clout with the Alpha of the West Coast Pride, but Selene had always been a charmer.
The other witch could get any male to do anything she wanted and had always been like that.
“First, I’d like to bring up a matter of clan rights,” Mika told them.
No one had expected that, and every single member looked surprised or intrigued. What drama could she deliver for them all today?
Mika snapped her fingers and the deed to the island appeared in her hands at the same time as the copies appeared before every Council member.
“This is the deed to the property currently known as Morgana’s Island where the University of Morgana resides.” Mika waited for them all to study the document and smiled slightly when they were still confused. “It is owned by Morgana le Fay.”
“Who is dead,” a female said, putting down the deed. Mika really needed to start learning these people’s names. “What of it?”
“And here…” A snap of her fingers and copies of her clan book slammed onto the table. “Is the history of the Marshall clan. Morgana le Fay is my ancestor by blood. Which means the island belongs to me.”
There.
Watching understanding dawn on them shouldn’t have been so satisfying but there was something about the way the blood drained from so many faces…
Mika smiled wider. “I’m taking it back.”
“You can’t do that,” someone protested. “The university is there.”
“Which I guess I technically own now too. Be glad I’m not asking for a portion of all the tuition fees dating back to the time the Council simply took what was my clan’s.”
“I assume that’s why you’re here, Dean De Rosa?” Samuel asked, cutting through more protests.
“I am,” the dean said, clearly and surely.
Mika was so glad she’d been right about her.
“And what are you here to tell us?” Samuel asked. His voice was deep, but it was calm and soothing. For someone who was notoriously vicious when crossed, Mika appreciated the care he had with others.
“I’m giving the island back to its rightful owner. She has already spoken with the students. Those who want to stay can, and those who want to leave will be reimbursed. Mika Marshall is the one who petitioned to allow all paranormals to study at the university – and she still plans to offer that.”
Silence.
“I know the profits of the school previously went to the members of the Council,” Mika said, inspecting her fingernails. “That won’t be the case anymore. As I said, I’m willing to let centuries of profits go. Don’t make me rethink that.”
“How do we know you’re Morgana’s heir?” another asked.
“I can prove it with a simple blood spell,” Mika told them, her smile getting sharper. “Or you can just ask her yourself.”
And there was Morgana, wearing her blood-splattered armor with Excalibur in one hand.
No one insisted on asking the ghost witch.
“So, the matter is settled then?” she asked. “Morgana Island is mine and we all understand that if the island is attacked, that is a violation of our laws?”
Blood feuds were technically forbidden. But not necessarily because the witches were hurting one another. It was because the collateral damage was too much of a risk. It would be too easy for things to get out of hand and then humans could stumble upon the paranormal.
Normally such things were handled at the coven level instead of being brought to the Council, but since she was now officially a member of the Council…things would get messy. Mika would have a right to demand a blood debt from them for attacking her land.
This had the potential to be an all-out war if any powerful witch family deemed her unworthy of owning the island their precious children attended – a blood witch.
Now she could teach them all that dark magic.
The urge to roll her eyes was almost overwhelming.
“For now, it is settled,” the female said. “The matter regarding profit
s and curriculum might need to be revisited.”
“Or you could give me your cut from the day Morgana died until now, and simply…move the school,” Mika told them. “The buildings are mine, but you can take the University of Morgana wherever you want.”
“Something to consider,” the witch said. “Is that all Madam Marshall?”
Mika eased her sharp smile, recognizing a potential ally. “One last thing.”
Corbin launched from her shoulder and shifted so smoothly only a shifter would have seen it. One minute he was a raven and the next he was over six feet of rippling muscles wrapped in armor.
Without a word he offered the dean his arm and escorted her to stand next to Audrey. A hellhound on one side, and an assassin on the other. They couldn’t be more protected from a physical attack, and Dagon and Corbin would be protected from a magical one.
Malachi, Ethan, and Lucien stood in a triangle formation with Ethan at the front. He was the strongest witch, but Lucien stood so close their shoulders touched. Anything physical came at her storm witch and the fox would take care of it.
But Malachi…he was the one they would never see. He was her berserker. One minute he was there, and the next he was gone – using the shadow realm like he was born to it. Mika half-wondered if he was some kind of dark witch like his dad, but Malachi didn’t like talking about it and she hadn’t pressed him.
It didn’t really matter to her.
“What else could there possibly be?” the fat, old man demanded.
Mika ignored him and focused on the wolf beside Samuel, the bear on the other side of him, and then she studied the one vampire – a strange liaison to the queens. She didn’t pretend to understand vampires enough to know what his importance was.
The others though, they were all Alphas.
“I’m sure you’ve heard some sort of rumbling about Azrael since our last meeting, not that I expected you to do anything about it.” Mika tossed her wicked smile at the male witch she hated the most and then focused on the wolf.
