by L. A. Boruff
I blindly make my way to the bathroom and lock myself in. My body is on fire with need. I make my way to the sink, and when I look at myself in the mirror, I gasp in surprise. My eyes are almost glowing, the green is so bright. Right then my mark gives another pulse that goes straight to my core, and my pussy clenches. I move my hand down my stomach and into my stockings until I find and start rubbing my bud in small circles, but it's not enough. I slide my fingers through my folds and drop my head forward as I inch my fingers inside my pussy. I pump my fingers at a steady pace, but as my body starts to coil in anticipation my hips take on a mind of their own and move against my fingers.
"Come for me, princess," someone whispers against my ear, and I find myself falling into oblivion.
I throw my head back and ride my orgasm out, as my juices trickle down my hand. Taking a deep breath I remove my fingers from my now very wet pussy and fix my underwear and stockings. After washing my hands and looking to make sure I'm not all out of sorts, I leave the bathroom in search of Gemma. I need another drink or three, as well as some fresh air.
* * *
I find Gemma sitting on a man’s lap, as she gives kisses to all his friends. I get her attention and signal that I'm going out for some air. She nods in response, and I give her a wink with thumbs up and a pointed look, our speak for “you go girl,” as I make my way toward the back doors of the pub.
Deciding to head home after all the shenanigans of the day, I head in the direction of the little creek that goes straight behind my Grams’s house and leads to mine. I know it's nighttime, but I've always felt safe in this forest and since I grew up here, I know it like the back of my hand.
There's a breeze in the air and it feels great on my skin. It’s as if it’s pulling me, so I let it guide me. I can hear the creek now, so I know I'm close when something catches my eye. Just ahead of me is what looks to be a gold coin, just sitting on the forest floor. Reaching down, I pick it up and I feel that tingly sensation that starts to heat up the mark on the back of my neck. I look up to see another one a few feet ahead, and one a few feet in front of that one. For some strange reason, I follow them, picking them up as I go along, and they lead me directly to the tree I saw yesterday.
Grams always said I was too curious for my own good, but I can’t believe my eyes. The tree is real, and it's back before me. I'm going to see what's behind this door. Will it be like my dream? And what of the men with those green eyes? I feel like I see them everywhere, and I want to find out if they're real, that it wasn’t just a dream.
I tentatively reach out, hoping I don't get shocked this time, and I pleasantly find the wood warm beneath my hand. I push to find the door swings open quite easily, and taking a look behind me one last time, I walk through to the other side.
6
Aideen
It's like stepping into my dream, and I have to pinch myself to make sure I'm actually awake. I am in awe of everything, from the beautiful clover vines on the wall to the stone path before me. I follow the path, and it leads to the cabin with the green door, only this time the door’s already open. I take a deep breath. This is it, I tell myself as I walk over the threshold and into the cabin.
It’s just as beautiful as in my dream, if not more, but I'm a little disappointed when I appear to be the only one here.
Turning in a circle to take it all in, my gaze zeroes in on the pot of gold sitting in the middle of the four-post bed on the far end of the room. I walk over to the bed, and the closer I get, I notice gold coins scattered throughout it. Looking down at the coins in my hand, I bring one up to inspect next to one on the bed and realize that they are the one in the same. I reach out to caress another piece of gold when all of a sudden, the lights go out.
I whirl around and see three silhouettes standing in front of the door.
They're real.
They start walking toward me, stopping just about a foot away from me. I have to look up as they are taller than in my dream, but I guess that's because they're not just shadows. Even with the lights off, I can make out the distinct details of red hair, green eyes, and some very sculpted bare chests. I go to reach out and touch the one directly in front of me, and right before I touch his skin, I remember my manners.
"I'm sorry," I say, quickly snatching my hand back towards my chest, but before I can blink, his hand snakes out and grabs my forearm. I look up into his green eyes as he slowly brings my hand to rest on his upper chest. As soon as I make contact with his skin, the mark on the back of my neck heats up in the most glorious of ways, and before my eyes, a green shimmering line makes its way down my arm and up his chest to circle what looks to be a mark similar to mine.
Before I can say a word, his lips crash down. It’s the most searing kiss I've ever received. His lips devour mine, and my other arm moves up to grab the back of his neck so that I can press myself against him, as he wraps his arms around me. My body’s alive, and I feel like I've come home in his arms. I'm tingling with arousal as his hands feel their way down to my ass. He gives it a squeeze and bites my lip at the same time, invading my mouth with his tongue. I moan in pleasure as he hoists me up, and I wrap my legs around his waist. I feel him harden under me and it’s like my body has a mind of its own. My hips start grinding against him, and he growls in return.
One of the others clears their throat, which brings me back to reality, and I open my eyes. He nips my lip as I pull away from him but doesn't loosen his arms, just stares into my eyes like he's trying to memorize the depths of my soul. He must see something he likes because he gives me this sexy half smirk and releases my legs so I can slide down his body. Once my feet are under me, he unwraps his arms completely from around my body and takes a step back.
I look over at the other two, and they are openly staring at me with gorgeous smiles and lust-filled eyes. I don't know what's come over me, but I want to feel them against me too. I need to, so I walk over between them and glide my hands up their arms, over their shoulders, and trail them down and place them flat over their hearts. The one I'd just been kissing comes up behind me, and I feel his lips place kisses up my neck. I close my eyes, and I feel something solidify within me just as a green light shines behind my eyelids. When I open my eyes, the same green, shimmering line has created a circle around the mark they each have.
"What does it mean?" I ask them, looking to each of them.
"It means you're the one we've been waiting our whole lives for.” the one on my left responds.
"I bet you say that to all the girls." I snort, very un-ladylike, and I pull myself away from them to get some breathing room. I need a second to process and really get my libido under control. All I want to do is jump them and feel them inside my aching pussy. I don't know what’s come over me. I'm not normally like this.
I look up to find them all staring at me and to find I completely missed when the lights were turned on. I take in every inch of the men before me. I gasp as I realize the middle man is the one I ran into at the animal shelter.
"You!"
"Me,” he says with smile.
“Magic found you worthy, and when you followed that rainbow, it brought you to our tree. I know it’s sounds strange, but the tree is powerful and brought you to our realm. When you touched the tree, it instantly knew you were our soul mate. We felt when you did it. Then when we found you in your dreams, we had to find you in your realm. I didn't know who you were at the time, but when our hands touched, and I felt the spark, I knew,” he explains, as he makes his way closer to the bed.
"Knew what?" I ask, hyper aware of their every move.
"That you're our soul mate, that you were made for us and we were made for you. We are of the long forgotten race of leprechauns and we have waited a long time for you," the one now standing at the end of the bed says, trailing his hand over the bedpost and then leaning against it.
The minute he says it, the mark on the back of my body does that tingling thing again. I know it's the truth. It's why I'm not afraid o
f them, why I'm so drawn to them.
I may believe it in my heart, but my head is telling me to ask questions. For Pete’s sake, I don't even know their names. Take a deep breath and get a grip girl.
"What are your names? What happened the day I touched the tree? I have so many questions, but all I seem to want to do is walk over and rub myself between the three of you. Why is that? What's with all the gold? And now I'm rambling because I don't even know..."
A finger quickly cuts me off, as the last guy moves to kneel between my legs. I didn't even notice him moving toward me until he was shushing me.
"Little fire, calm yourself. We'll answer your questions. But let’s get you more comfortable, yes? I'm Blaine, the one leaning against the post is Fallon and last, over by the window and the one you recognize, is Finlay. We call him Fin," he says while placing his other hand on my thigh and rubbing his fingers in little circles, as if to soothe me.
I smile at him, and before I can help myself, I reach out to touch his face, tracing it with my fingers. His skin is warm and smooth to the touch, and when I go to stroke his jawline, he leans into my touch, then turns and kisses my palm. I can't seem to shake these goose bumps that keep gracing my skin whenever one of them touches me.
I look up as Finlay starts making his way to the bed and leans again the post to my right, hooking his fingers in his belt loops. The closer they get, the calmer I feel. Weird.
"So, little fire, when you touched the tree, magic revealed you to be our soul mate. Did you feel a burning sensation somewhere on your body that later revealed a symbol?" Blaine asks, and I nod my head to say yes.
"The mark appears when magic has deemed your soul mate is near. One moment we were in the woods up to mischief, and the next we're on the ground and I feel a burning sensation on my thigh. We got marks the moment you touched our tree," he explains, still running those little circles on my thighs. It's hard to not be distracted.
"Your tree?" makes it past my lips, a little huskier than normal as I feel the little circles start to move higher up.
"You chased the rainbow, and the magic knew where you needed to go and revealed our door to you. That tree is directly linked to our home here in this realm. It’s our private access to your realm, and it was bringing us together. The marks only show up if it's destiny, and we have been waiting a very long time for you."
"Okay, I can get that. My Grams has been telling me about magic and rainbows for years. But what’s with all the gold? I mean, I know leprechauns guard it and it’s part magic, but why do I keep seeing it? A trail of gold led me to this place tonight, and when I walked in there was a pot of gold in the middle of the bed. Why?” I respond, looking at the three of them. Good lord, they are killing me with the hotness right now.
“Well see, that’s part of our magic and something truly special to us. I’m not sure we should say more about that at the moment,” the one on my left says. Then it hits me.
“It was you guys in my dreams, wasn’t it? One of you whispered ‘we’ve been waiting a lifetime for you’ in my ear," I whisper.
"Yes it was, little fire, and I've been dying to be able to touch you for real. There's only so many times my hand will work until I want the real thing," Fallon exclaims with a smirk. I can feel my face flush as I remember the vivid details of my dream, which puts my body right back on edge.
"Wait, why does this mark keep burning, and were you guys at the bar?" I look around at the three of them. Fallon uncrosses his arms and moves to stand in front of me. Blaine scoots back to give him room, and I have to bend back on my hands as Fallon leans down and cages me on the bed, his arms on either side of me. I turn my head up to look him in the eyes and there's laughter with a mix of heat in his gaze as it roams my face.
Tilting forward till he's only a breath away from me, he says, "Your mark burns because we started the bonding process in your dream, and it will only get stronger until we solidify our bond." He moves so his nose across my cheek to whisper, “Did you play with yourself in the bathroom? I watched you as I sent my desire to you. We can touch you without being near you, and it was delicious to watch your body get turned on, knowing I was doing that to you in a crowd. Tell me, did you get off?" He bites down on my earlobe, and I can't help the moan that comes out of me.
“That was you?” I gasp out as I fall back on the bed, my eyes closed, my breathing coming out in pants as I take in what he tells me.
“Yes. So tell me, what did you do in the bathroom? I imagined you sticking your hand down your bottoms and bringing yourself to orgasm. You may not be of magic like us, but I could feel when you peaked. What do you say, little fire? Are you wet for us right now? If I were to touch between your legs, would I feel the heat of your desire? Let’s finish what we started in your dream."
At his questions, I feel hands sliding up either side of my skirt and then pause, feathering touches on my exposed skin just above it. I look Fallon in the eyes and think why the hell not.
He must see the answer in my eyes because he smiles right before crashing his mouth down to mine.
7
Fallon
The minute my lips touch hers, I'm in heaven. Her mouth is so soft beneath my demanding kiss. I nip at her bottom lip, swallowing her moan and opening her up so I can swoop my tongue in. Hers duels with mine and she tastes like sweet honey; I can't get enough.
My hands have a mind of their own, and her skin is soft and smooth beneath my fingertips. They move to the hem of her shirt and inch it up till I feel the fabric of her bra. Cupping my hand over her breast, I play with her nipple through the fabric until it gets nice and hard, giving it a nice tweak, and she gasps in pleasure beneath me. She arches into my hand, throwing her head back onto the bed. I feel her legs hook behind mine and she pulls me on top of her.
I growl at the feel of her body against mine. Her hands explore me as I make my way down her neck and kiss down to her collarbone. I move my hands out from under her shirt, and after looking up, I find her watching me. I give her a wink before I rip her shirt down the middle.
Her squeal is cut off as Blaine takes over her mouth, as I continue kissing down her chest and stomach. I kiss her belly button, then grab her legs and drag her to the edge of the bed with me. Kneeling down in front of her, I trail my hands up and down her calves and thighs. On my way back down, I hook my fingers at the waist of her skirt and tights, pulling pull them down her legs. She lifts her hips and shimmies to help get them down her body and Fin helps take her shoes off.
My hands travel back up her legs, and I look up to see that she's watching us again. Blaine moves off the bed to stand behind me. I want to make sure this is really what she wants.
"Do you really want this, little fire? I think I speak for all of us when I say that once we have you, we're not letting you go. You'll be ours in every way and we'll be yours." I want to hear her say it, and I want her to see how much we want her.
Her “yes” is most beautiful to my ears, and I share a look with the others. I stand up to join them, and with a snap of my finger, the rest of our clothing disappears.
8
Aideen
One minute the guys have pants, and the next they don't. Hot doesn't even begin to describe the men standing before me. My eyes don't know who to take in first. Fallon, who's lean but has muscles for days. Blaine, who has wide shoulders and legs I just want to wrap around, or Finlay, who has a tempting little trail of red that leads straight to his very hard manhood.
Holy Jesus, they are huge, but I'll be damned if I don't want to get on my knees to taste and feel them right now. Feeling bold, I scoot off the bed to stand before them. Unhooking my bra, I slowly bring the straps down my shoulders and away from my body.
I'm a curvy girl; I like my coffee and cake. I'm a little nervous standing here bare before them. They say I'm their soulmate, but we literally just met, so what if it's magic? What if they don't like what they see, what if they...
I'm cut off from my thoughts when a hand g
ently grabs my face and turns it to look up at him. Finlay smiles at me and says, "You're beautiful, little fire. You were made for us and we were made for you. The first time I saw you outside the shelter I was captivated and have thought of nothing but you ever since. You never have to hide from us." He grabs my hand and lays it flat on his lower stomach, then pulls it down until both of our hands are cupping his length.
"Feel what you do to me. That's all for you and I can't wait to feel your heat wrap around me while I bring you pleasure. I want to see you glow and come undone and watch as I bring you to climax, again and again." He turns me around so that my back is molded to his front. "Look at the others, see what you do to them." And I do see it, I watch as their hands wrap around their impressive cocks, moving leisurely in an up-and-down rhythm. I see precum start to glisten on the heads and want to go lick it off.
Fin moves his hands up from my hips, trails over my stomach, and cups my breasts, holding them out like an offering to Blaine and Fallon. He tweaks my nipples between his thumb and forefinger, bringing a pain that turns into pleasure and shoots straight to my pussy.
"Touch yourself," he whispers in my ear.
I've never had anyone watch me play with myself before, and I find the idea exhilarating. I'm so turned on that when I bring my hand down to rub small circles on my clit, I moan and jerk my hips in response. I can feel myself getting wetter, just from the way their eyes watch me, zeroing in to watch my fingers move over my clit.
I can tell they are just as turned on as I am by the way their breath hitches and by the way they are looking at me. I lean my head back on Fin's shoulder and close my eyes. I can feel their eyes on me, and it just feeds my growing arousal. Knowing they are stroking themselves because of me makes me feel not only powerful but feeds my own pleasure, and soon I can feel my orgasm building.
