by L. A. Boruff
That was impressive considering he was a human.
I widened his legs and moved so I kneeled between them, getting the perfect view of everything.
I wrapped my hand around his cock and pumped him, feeling the strength in his length. After a few more pumps, I leaned forward and took him into my mouth again. Davies’ body tensed as he tried to hold back and I internally smiled. He was not the one with all the control here and I was going to remind him of that.
When I felt him ready to come, I release him with a small pop, relishing in the sound of his frustration. I licked down his cock until I reached his balls. The scrotum was tense and I drew it into my mouth.
“More,” Davies managed to say around a heavy breath.
Once again, when he was ready, I drew away.
“Laila!” Davies gritted out and I laughed.
I licked back up his member.
“Please,” he begged.
Letting him go, I looked up with a self-satisfied smile. All I did was raise an eyebrow and he got the question loud and clear.
His teeth were grinding together, eyes wide with need and frustration. That look did me in and my pussy pulsed, needing attention, but this wasn’t about me. This was about him.
“Laila, let me fucking come already.”
I licked my lips and leaned back over, taking his member into my mouth and deep throating him.
“Fuck!” This time, his hands were in my hair and I didn’t care, letting him have that small victory. If I wanted, I’d still be able to pull away. I sucked harder, adding pressure around his cock, aware of Davies swearing as he pumped his hips. My throat accommodated his size, taking him further in. My breathing grew haggard as Davies completely lost himself. My pussy turned into a swirling ball of heat ready to flare at the sight of him coming.
Anticipation built up the closer Davies got. I could have been cruel and pulled back, instead, when he grunted, I grazed my teeth along the length of him just enough, and that brought him over.
He moaned and shuddered. Hot liquid spilled into my mouth and I happily swallowed it all, proud of making him come so hard.
Davies didn’t give me time to process what he was doing. His hands went to my arm and he yanked me up until I lay on top of him, our bodies pressed together.
“Damn, that was amazing,” he said and trailed kisses along my neck. “Will you do that to me every morning?”
Laughing, I pushed his head away from me, but not until he was able to place a kiss on my lips, not even caring that my mouth had just been wrapped around his cock. When I realized he didn’t care about that at all, I cupped his face and kissed him hard before pulling away.
“Good morning,” I said, letting him see how turned on I was. My nipples were hard, my skin heated, and my sex was dripping with my need for release.
He ran his hands down my arms and to my waist.
“Let me give you a proper good morning,” he mumbled.
“Nope. I want a shower instead.”
I crawled off him and headed into the bathroom. Ignoring his pleas for me to come back, I shut the door and turned on the shower. The entire time I cleaned up, I was laughing. I wouldn’t mind waking Davies up like that every now again. He was a very responsive lover.
A knock on the door broke me out of my fantasy.
“Yeah?” I called out.
“It’s me,” Davies called out.
“No, you’re not joining me.”
He chuckled. “I wish that was why I’m here.” He poked his head through the door and I stopped rinsing my hair so I could see him around the shower curtain. “Happy St. Patrick’s Day,” he said.
“St. Patrick’s Day?” I tried to remember what that was. Davies was all about the holidays. Apparently, it was a human thing to celebrate different days of the year for weird reasons. Was it so important to celebrate dead people’s birthdays or a certain period in our history that had been warped so people could pretend it was a good thing when really it was genocide?
“You don’t know?”
I shook my head and turned off the shower. Davies came further into the bathroom and passed me my towel so I could dry off.
“Easy explanation. A patron saint in Ireland died a long time ago and every year on his death day, people celebrate it. Think of it as a cultural and religious celebration.”
I moaned. “That’s why the leprechauns get crazy this time of the year.”
Davies chuckled. “How do you not know holidays? Everyone celebrates them.”
“I don’t. I never have.”
Davies smile slipped a little. “That’s why I’m here, to make sure that you do. I promise I won’t let you miss a single holiday.”
I shook my head. “It’s okay. I can miss them. That isn’t important.”
“Nope. No more. From now until forever, I, Davies Kalman, promise to never let you miss another holiday again. We’ll celebrate them all. Now get dressed and make sure you wear your lucky items and something green.” He rubbed his hands together. “Today is going to be fun. I need to see who’s available to join us.”
He disappeared out the bathroom and I moaned, wondering what the hell was going to happen. With Davies, there was no telling what he’d plan.
Dreading leaving the bathroom and find out what Davies decided to do, I dragged my feet. I brushed my brown hair out and then left it down, using a little bit of magic to make it dry. Following his brief instructions, I pulled on a flowy dark green sweater and wore my favorite pair of black jeans.
Elliot and Venni were waiting downstairs in my house. My house. I was still getting used to that. I never bought a house before, but at least the guys were all here to help get me settled in. Davies already helped me christen three rooms. I didn't even know what I was going to do with half the rooms.
When Venni realized I had joined them, he lifted up a plate and passed it to me.
"Davies was telling me about St. Patrick's Day," he said.
"Oh, Goddess. Is he trying to get you in his corner?" I asked.
Elliot passed me a cup of orange juice. “I think it's a good idea. You barely even knew about the other holidays, and now that we're around, you'll have someone to celebrate with."
I rolled my eyes. Leave it to humans to celebrate human holidays and drag everyone else into it.
"Is this really going to be a thing?" I asked.
"Fuck yeah," Davies answered, poking his fork with a piece of sausage on it at me. Without thinking, I leaned forward, wrapped my lips around the fork, and drew the sausage into my mouth.
"Then you better take good care of me," I said after swallowing the food. I got up, leaving them gaping at me as I went outside to stare at the property with my orange juice.
Light footsteps sounded behind me before Elliot appeared next to me. "What are you thinking?" he asked.
"There's a lot I missed out on and now it's all happening a little fast," I said. "I never owned a house. I never had this kind of privacy. I never celebrated holidays."
"If you don't want to go out today, we don't have to. Davies will get it."
I shook my head. "That's the thing. I'm curious. I do want to go out." When I looked at Elliot, he was smiling. "You guys make me want more."
"Good. That's good. You're building connections. Come on, I think Davies already has something in mind and in order for us to be able to do it, we need to leave now."
Elliot wasn't lying when he said Davies had something in mind. The man was brimming with excitement, vibrating enough to jump and reach the ceilings with the excess energy he had built up.
"Why are you like this?" I asked him, growing slightly concerned.
"Time to go." Davies grinned. "Otherwise, we'll miss the deadlines for the signups."
"What are we signing up for?"
"Clover's Luck St. Paddy's Day Pub Marathon," Elliot filled in since Davies looked incapable of talking, his fingers flying over the screen of his phone.
"That sounds like a mouth full," I
teased.
"You're going to love it," Davies' head popped up, his hazel eyes lit with pure excitement. That look meant only one thing—trouble. "It's a race to the last bar to finish the final challenge. Everyone starts at one bar. Each team does a challenge to get the clue to go to the next bar."
"A challenge?" That definitely sounded like my kind of thing. "What kind of challenge?"
Davies' smile grew huge as I moved next to him. He knew he had my attention now. "Last year, there was one where you had to mix drinks to concoct a rainbow. No matter what you made, you had to drink it, so if you weren't careful there were some interesting effects. One man grew a unicorn horn. That shit was dangerous." He laughed as he remembered.
"It's different every year, so let's hope none of us grow any extra appendages," Venni said.
"Are the others coming?" I ask, thinking about the rest of my guys, Dwight, Rhett, Alijah, and Cyril. I was still getting to know Cyril, but everyone managed to worm their way into my heart and my greed refused to let any of them go. Even if the idea of dating seven men scared the shit out of me on a daily basis. It has been an adjustment.
"They're all working today," Venni said. "A case came in that needed their attention."
"Oh, okay." I tried to hide my disappointment. It would have fun to create two teams and we raced each other.
"Aw, damn it." Davies groaned. "Don't look like that. They would be here if they could."
I grinned. "What are you freaking out about? I'm fine."
"I hate those words.” Davies glared at me before letting his eyes roam over my body as if I were a liar. “I don't understand why women say them. Then when we believe them, they get pissed and call us dense."
I smacked his arm, the palm of my hand stinging while he probably didn't feel anything. "You know I'm not like that."
"Which is why you're my favorite female." He leaned forward and gave me a quick peck on the lips. “Now let’s go before we miss registration.”
“We’re really doing this?” I asked, looking at the other two. If anyone were the voice of reason, it’d be Venni and Elliot.
Instead, the two of them looked just as excited as Davies.
“We’re really doing this,” Elliot said and sent me a playful wink before Davies grabbed my arm and dragged me out of my house.
2
The first bar we went to was questionable. It was small, the floors creaked, and half the lights in the establishment didn’t work. The bar took up half the space and I imagined the rest of the place was usually packed with tables unless they were hosting an event like tonight.
The floor was cleared of furniture and jam-packed with beings of all shapes and sizes. I had my feet stepped on a couple of times until Davies, Venni, and Elliot were able to form a protective barrier around me. The air was filled with magic, energy, and excitement.
My nose picked up sweet, blood, and something minty. It was overwhelming, but with all herd mentality, it was also uplifting. Their excitement fed into mine and not long after arriving, I was hopping from foot to foot, waiting for it to start.
Venni and Elliot had to crowd me when Davies disappeared into the mass to get us registered. They tried to talk to me, but I couldn't hear them over the dozens of other conversations around us. So when they gave up, I stared at people to pass the time. Maybe even creeped out a few of them. If Venni hadn’t nudged me, I would have started a dominance fight with a shifter.
A team of trolls huddled nearby. The ceiling was only inches away from their heads as they loomed over the majority of the people here. Their figures were hunched, arms long, reaching to the ground. Shirtless, their massive frames were packed tight with muscles meant for destruction. Deep-set eyes peeked out of round heads, their gaze a black depth promising violence. The only clothes they liked to wear were tunic pants. If I listened carefully enough, I could hear the low rumble of their voice.
A group shifted closer to us and my skin prickled. I looked into narrowed eyes in different shades belonging in nature—blues, greens, and browns set inside flawless pale skin. Long pointed ears peeked out of long hair.
High elves. They had to be the younger ones rebelling against their parents.
Davies came back, still grinning, and passed out orange bracelets. Venni helped attach mine and once it clicked into place, it shrunk to fit better around my wrist. These weren’t going to come off until the end.
Davies leaned forward and talked into my ear, his breath warm against my skin. “They’re about to start.”
I only had time to imagine what it’d feel like to touch one of the sprite’s wings before a man crawled onto the bar. Probably for the best before I made a faux pass on the sprite. Those wings were shiny.
The moment the man stood straight, all three feet of him, the room grew quiet. The leprechaun looked exactly like the image built into my head. Short, with a full red beard, and chubby cheeks. He was decked out in green, from his top hat that added another foot to him, to his long pointed black shoes with the belt buckles on them. After looking up St. Patrick’s Day on my phone on the ride here, I wanted to ask how much of the get-up was himself, and how much was him feeding into the holiday’s leprechaun persona.
“The turnout is amazing,” he said with a high-pitched voice, adding a whistle at the end as he made a point to look over the crowd. “This year, we have five participating bars for you guys to find among the hundreds in the city. To get the clue that will lead to the location, you need to complete a challenge left to the discretion of each bar. At the end, the winner receives a pot of gold.” He giggled, amused by his own joke.
I bumped my shoulder into Davies. “Is it really a pot of gold?” I whispered when he leaned in.
“It’s a sizeable amount of money. The leprechauns get bored so they go all out for this event. They’re going to throw everything they have at us.”
“Good.” The challenges excited me more than the reward.
The leprechaun made some more jokes and added in rules, promising anything that happens to us isn’t deadly or permanent. They may have added in that caveat, but it didn’t mean we wouldn’t be put into a position where we wished we were dead.
“Now!” The leprechaun clapped his hands. “First challenge is here. Get to the bar, do the challenge, and get the hell out of here! Ready, set, fight!” With that, the air glittered as the leprechaun disappeared.
Only a heartbeat passed—a moment of complete silence—before a roar took up the air, and the building shook as every being rushed to the bar.
Venni took charge, Davies stayed at my side, and Rhett protected my back as we were forced forward, shoving through everyone to get to the bar. People were yelling, demanding for the service. I didn’t think we had a chance to get to the front like this and I was too shocked at the violence in everyone’s determination to do much else but go for the ride. Davies kept me moving as we stayed behind Venni. I wasn’t sure how Venni did it, but he wedged himself between beings, finding the perfect space to get closer to the bar.
It still took a few minutes to get there and once the bar was in sight, Davies shoved me forward until my stomach pressed almost painfully against the black counter. Bartenders bustled on the other side, not even looking fazed with the number of people demanding their attention. To them, it was just another day at the job and they handled it professionally.
Right away, I understood the game. Part of the challenge was getting their attention over the crowd also demanding their attention. I bit my lip before an idea came to mind. Grinning, I waved my hand, sending out a tendril of magic to one of the drinks. I lifted it up in the air in front of my team. The bartenders still ignored us despite their liquor hovering in front of my group, so I lit it on fire.
Alcohol and fire wasn’t a good mixture, but that was okay. I contained it until it turned into a massive fiery ball. That got their attention.
“What do you want?” a silver-eyed man snapped. With a snap of his finger, the fireball disappeared from existen
ce. His magic prickled against my skin and I had to stop from rubbing at my arms.
I smiled sweetly and said, “Challenge, please.”
He glowered as he reached underneath the bench, set out six glasses and filled them with six different drinks in different colors. He did that for four rows. “One drink is safe. The others aren’t. Drink up. All team members need to take part, but only one needs to choose the right drink.” He separated out the groups for us and then stalked away to deal with other obnoxious participants.
Venni, Davies, and Elliot had managed to stand around me, making me feel like I was in a bubble. People pressed up against them, but they stood their ground.
I turned to them. “Choose your drinks,” I said, grabbing the purple mist looking drink. They each chose a different color without saying a word.
“Cheers!” Davies said and held his drink in the air. We clinked glasses and did the shots. Mine was fruity and smooth going down. I didn’t feel anything and grinned.
Safe. But that only meant the others weren’t. I eyed them as the bartender came in, checked the glasses and our reactions, and then handed over a sheet of paper to me. I tucked it into my bra, not wanting another group stealing it.
“I feel hot,” Venni said, his lips by my ear as he pressed into my side.
“Let’s get some fresh air,” I replied and tried to push him toward the exit. He moaned and wrapped his arm around my waist, grabbing my hip. Pulling me into his side, he stumbled forward, and I shared a glance with Elliot. He seemed normal, at least until he hiccupped. Elliot blinked and then hiccupped again.
My lips twitched as a series of them let loose. He scowled at me, his eyes saying it all. Still, I laughed when he hiccupped again. Davies slung his arms over Elliot and said something that had Elliot’s eyes widening as his face paled.
“Go!” Elliot snapped at me and I shoved Venni forward. At some point, his hand found comfort on my ass and he gave it a squeeze. An involuntary girly yelp left my lips at the sudden grab and if it were anyone else, I’d have flattened him to the ground.
