by Betty Legend
Unbuttoning my shorts, he grins. “I know you do.”
As he slips them off, I peek over his shoulder at my guys. Those naughty bastards are most definitely sticking around for the show. Emeric is lounging in the chaise chair, grinning like a Cheshire cat while Griffin leans over the back of it, and Cyrus has a chair pulled up next to them. The expressions on their faces reveal their own arousal, which adds to mine.
Opening the button-down shirt, Killian sucks a nipple into his mouth, toying his tongue around it. As my back arches, he reaches between my legs and massages. My fingers curl into his hair, tugging, and he lets out a low growl. Reaching down, I stroke his thick erection as he pushes his hips toward my palm.
“You feel so good,” I whisper.
“It’ll be even better when I’m inside you.”
With those words, he aligns with my center, his lips beginning the romantic connection between us. Sliding into me, I moan from the satisfying pleasure of his fullness. My legs cling to his hips as he moves in and out, pushing deeper with each thrust.
Golden-bronze magic escapes both of us, swirling in the air as he continues his powerful thrusts. Higher my pleasure climbs, my moans echoing the feeling. My first orgasm is a delectable rush, overwhelming my body. Just as I’m coming down, Killian pulls out, turns me over, and thrusts hard into me. He stays on his knees, holding my hips steady as he pounds into me, my moans coming out in short, desperate pants. Another orgasm sweeps over me, my fists clenching the bedsheets. Killian lets out a long, satisfied groan, and his thrusts slow. He pulls out, and I’m ready to collapse on the bed, but the familiar touch of Emeric’s hands take hold of my hips. Killian lies on his side, his gaze narrowed, but he allows Emeric to continue.
Glancing over my shoulder, I watch Emeric fist his cock, aligning it with my pussy lips. He licks his lips, his tongue grazing the tip of one of his fangs, then thrusts into me. My back arches and I sigh from the pleasure.
“Fuck me, baby.”
Emeric sits back on his calves, pushing my hips forward and back as I ride him. My ass slaps his pelvis, and Killian reclines on the bed, stroking his cock as he watches us. Fisting my hair, Emeric winds it around his hand, pulling my head back as he thrusts his hips up to meet mine.
“She’s fucking gorgeous, isn’t she, Killian?” Emeric says between hard thrusts. “And she’s ours.”
Emeric releases my hair, caressing my back. Killian comes forward, sits on his knees, lifts my chin, and kisses me. “So damn gorgeous. She is ours, isn’t she?”
His fingers caress my hair as Emeric pulls out and lies on his back. Putting me on top of him, Emeric thrusts into me, and Killian comes forward, holding his hard cock steady as he slides in with Emeric. Killian goes slow, watching my reaction as he pushes farther in. It’s tight, and I’m not sure I can handle both of their cocks until Killian thrusts forward and back, fucking both of us. With each movement of their hips, the pleasure becomes immense pulses of ecstasy. I can’t stop moaning, feeling, wanting more.
“Is this what you wanted, baby? Both of us making you come?” Emeric whispers against my ear.
I can’t even speak. All I can do is release sounds of satisfaction as another orgasm radiates through my body. My elbows give out, and my back collapses on Emeric’s chest. He toys with my tight nipples as Killian pulls out and cums on my stomach. Gathering the wetness in his fingers, he massages my clit as Emeric continues his thrusts, then groans through his orgasm.
“Baby, you feel so fucking good.”
“He’s right, sweetheart. You do.”
Emeric’s massaging continues as Killian sits back with a wolfish grin, admiring his cum on my body.
Griffin comes in from the side and steals my lips.
“Would you like a bath with me and Cyrus?”
Knowing how that bath will go has my arousal stirring. How is my body still wanting more?
“Yes.”
With his cock erect, Griffin takes me from Emeric’s arms and rests my legs around his bare waist. “It’s our turn to love on you.”
I didn’t notice Cyrus had left. He’s in the bathroom with the bath half full and a few lit candles on the edge. It’s romantic what they’ve planned and grows the love I have for them.
Griffin puts me on my feet, then turns off the light. Cyrus hands me a glass of ice-cold water, and I kiss him in thanks.
Cyrus and Griffin climb into the water and wait for me to join once I’ve finished the water. When I do, Griffin takes my hand, putting me between him and Cyrus. Griffin massages my neck then shoulders as Cyrus massages my feet. This is a different kind of pleasure, soothing and relaxing to my muscles.
“I love that you guys planned this.”
“We thought about joining on the bed, then decided to have you to ourselves,” Griffin shares, his massaging hands invigorating everywhere he touches.
“I’m so glad you did. I’m enjoying my time with just the two of you.”
Cyrus puts my legs around his waist and comes nearer, placing his hands on my thighs, massaging them. I moan between their loving caresses. They ensure they massage every part of my body, making my muscles the most relaxed they’ve ever felt.
As I lean back against Griffin’s chest, he turns my head to take his kiss and slides a finger between my cheeks, working me there. My body is so incredibly relaxed, he easily slides two fingers in.
Cyrus turns my chin to him, claiming my lips as he thumbs my clit. Moaning against his lips, he takes our kiss deeper, then moves his fingers lower, slipping them into my opening. The two work in unison, pleasuring me with their fingers as they trade my lips to kiss.
Yearning for more, I fist their erections and stroke until they’re groaning. Cyrus raises me slightly out of the water and has me straddle him. When I come down over his erection, my pussy lips are already throbbing for a release. Cyrus takes my hands in his and places them on the edge of the bath behind him, then returns his hands to my hips. Griffin comes nearer. Over my shoulder, I watch him stroke himself, then align with my backside. His free hand takes hold of me as he pushes in. With my grip on the tub, they move together, thrusting in and out, fucking me slow and sensuous.
The bathwater sloshes with our movements, but it’s low enough not to go over the edge or Cyrus’s face. The two continue their luscious rhythm of thrusts as they work my body up a mounting peak of pleasure. Over the tip I fall, my release crashing me into beautiful rapture. The pleasure remains as they thrust to reach their own orgasms, and when they do, I love the sounds that leave their lips.
We’re slow to come apart, their kisses on my body extending our bliss. Griffin lays me against his chest while Cyrus adds more hot water to the bath.
“I love you, both of you.”
Cyrus leans forward, cups my chin, and brings me to him for a long, loving kiss that steals my breath.
“I love you.” Hazel eyes flicker with silver as the candlelight illuminates them. The way he looks at me with deep adulation captures my heart.
“We’ll always love you.” Griffin kisses the column of my neck, his hand caressing my side, the love in his touch lingering as goosebumps on my body.
Tears pool in my eyes at the sensuality and love they emit with every look and touch they give.
“I’m ready to snuggle in bed with all of you.”
“Do you need anything before we do?” Griffin asks.
“A snack and more water.”
Cyrus pulls the drain, and they help me out of the immense tub. I dry off and wrap a second, dry towel around me. After blow-drying my hair and putting on cute panties and a tank top, I go upstairs to our rooftop bedroom. It’s nice to find Emeric and Killian on the bed nude, laughing at each other’s jokes. I can see these two bonding like Cyrus and Griffin have. There’s room for me to lie between them. Emeric rubs my ass cheeks, and Killian lifts my chin to receive his kiss.
“Have fun, babe?” Emeric asks, squeezing my ass.
“I had an amazing night with all of y
ou. Now I’m exhausted, ready to snuggle and fall asleep.”
Killian puts his arm out, and I lie on my side with my back to his chest. His rhythmic caress slips me into relaxation.
“How did it feel having both of us?”
“Glorious. I want you both again.”
Emeric is on his side, facing me, his right wingtip teasing the outside of my thigh. I rub his feathers and watch him close his eyes, indulging in it.
“Told you our kinky girl would enjoy it,” Emeric mutters.
Killian’s chest vibrates with laughter. “You did.”
I’m nearly ready to drift off when Griffin and Cyrus join us with fruit infused water, peanut butter covered bananas, and ice-cream. I perk up, sitting against Killian as Griffin fills a bowl with everything and hands it to me.
“This is perfect.”
The cool, creamy dessert melts on my tongue, and I moan as I lick the spoon. The guys look at me, and I laugh.
“Don’t even think about it. I’m worn out.”
The guys get their own bowls, and we devour the containers of ice-cream and topping. Empty dishes set aside, we all snuggle in the bed, limbs everywhere. Killian holds me the closest to him, the rhythm of his breathing and warm strokes lulling me to sleep.
CHAPTER SIX
PHOENIX
For the last three days and nights, I regretted what I said to Selene. She’s right. She didn’t get a choice in the prophecy any more than I did. She didn’t get a choice in the dangers that now surround her. It wasn’t acceptable to turn my rage and pain against her. Selene had no control over the death of Vivian, and I shouldn’t be punishing her for it. I have hope she’ll forgive me for how I treated her, but as much of a spitfire as she is, I know I’ll have to work hard for it.
My doorbell rings, and I pass my luggage sitting near the entrance to answer it. A long, black jacket whooshes behind my Uncle Kristo, followed by the aggressive tapping of my cousin Andrea’s stilettos. The last vampire in designer clothing walking through my door is my cousin, Leo, the only one who ventures a smile.
“It baffles me why you don’t have a butler.” Disrobing himself from his jacket, Kristo lays it over his arm.
Andrea flicks her long blond curls off her shoulder and crosses her legs as she takes a seat in my living room. Leo remains next to my uncle, his lips flat as if this conversation is already boring him. As twins, Andrea and Leo have similar features, the one difference is Leo has the traditional Artino raven hair while Andrea is a golden-haired siren. Having met Kristo’s late human wife years ago, there was no mistaking where it came from.
“I prefer the quiet and not having to explain my habits.”
Andrea smooths a hand over her dress. “Remember how Mr. Connelly lost his mind when you told him we were vampires, Father? Having to kill him was a waste. He was a diligent man, always attentive to my needs.”
Of course, it’s about her and not that an innocent man lost his life.
Kristo sighs, his eyes lifting toward his brows before his gaze falls back on me. He doesn’t bother to respond to her.
“Being my brother’s only son, I came to ensure your well-being. It’s a shame the Holy Accolades killed Vivian. She was a lovely vampire. You have my condolences.” The indifference in his voice is obvious. I’ve heard it all my life. “However, it leaves the opportunity for you to bond with the druid witch. Have you spent time with her since that horrible night?”
And there it is, the real reason he’s here. I don’t expect my shallow and self-serving uncle to actually care about how I feel.
“Is she pretty?” Andrea lifts a brow as she twists a curl around her finger. “Have you fucked her yet?”
All of them stare at me with interest as if it’s their business.
“She’s a stunning witch,” I emphasize, enjoying the way Andrea’s face morphs with jealousy. “Powerful as well.”
A smirk slashes Kristo’s cheek. “So, you have fucked her, then?”
“What I do, and when, is my business.”
Kristo clicks his tongue against his cheek. “It’s foolish of you to think that. What you do affects all of us, vampires and supernaturals.” He nods toward Leo. “It’s a shame my son wasn’t born two minutes sooner. If he had, this witch would already be pregnant with the next generation of Artino vampires.”
Leo gives a humph of agreement, adding to his overconfident smirk. “Don’t you like witch pussy? In my experience, they’re kinky women.”
My cocky cousin isn’t wrong about that.
“I like witch pussy just fine. As for Selene, she’s more than a vampire baby maker.”
“Hear that, Father? He’s definitely fucked her. Sounds like he has a taste for the witch.”
More than I’m willing to admit aloud.
“If it will get all of you out of my home sooner, then yes, we’ve fucked and begun our bonding.”
The shoulders of the vampires in front of me lower, their expressions prideful.
“Where is she now? I want to meet her,” Kristo insists.
That’s a good question. At Griffin’s beach house, I assume. Again, regret gnaws at me. I’d prefer she was here, in my bed.
“I’m not keeping tabs on her every move.”
Andrea snickers. “She’s probably fucking one of her other boyfriends.”
“You should kill them,” Leo says casually as if it’s no matter. “I wouldn’t let my companion fuck other men. If she’s bonded with them, they’re of no use anymore.”
Irritation burrows in my chest as I walk away from them and sit across from Andrea on the opposite couch.
“It’s not that simple, Leo.” Rubbing a hand over my hair, I tilt my gaze toward Leo and Kristo as they join us on the couches. “I can’t kill four other supernaturals without repercussions from their kind. It would start a war vampires don’t need. Secondly, there’s more to the prophecy than we thought.”
Kristo taps his slim fingers on his knee. “Enlighten us.”
As I share the same information Selene shared with me, my uncle’s features tighten, his thoughts far away.
Andrea leans forward, a hand rising in the air. “Nowhere in there did it say you had to help fight the devil. Sounds like a problem for the witch and her four other boyfriends.”
Kristo sighs. “It’s a vampire problem too, Andrea.”
Leo shifts to face me better. “When is this battle supposed to happen?”
“I only know what Ancor shared with Selene. I assume the devil will come for her, us, soon. Demons have been hunting her for some time.”
“When the offspring fail, the father must prevail.” Andrea and Leo frown at Kristo. He doesn’t bat a lash in their direction. “When the devil tires of his demon children failing, that’s when he’ll come for her. If he has exhausted the resources of the Holy Accolades first. The devil won’t risk exposure, something you can use to your advantage. He’ll also sacrifice the entire cult of Holy Accolades before endangering himself. I suggest attacking the Holy Accolades with brute force. Eliminate all of them. The devil will be forced back to hell, and he’ll send his demons after each of you. You can use that opportunity to seal any gateways he’s using to travel to our domain.” Leave it to my cunning uncle to devise a quick and efficient plan.
“That’s why he hates vampires and witches so much. We spoil all his fun,” Andrea quips.
“If the devil hadn’t crafted a plan to escape hell by eradicating supernaturals, we wouldn’t be in this position. He should have come up with a better plan that didn’t create an abundance of enemies. The cretin was overconfident in his powers.” Kristo stands from the couch and smooths his shirt before reaching for his jacket. “I’ll leave you to your business. I expect to meet the stunning and powerful witch before the next coven meeting.” Andrea and Leo obediently follow their father to the door. Kristo stops, his hand on the knob. “If you should need anything in the meantime, call.”
“Thank you, Uncle.”
The three of
them are a flutter of expensive clothing and pale skin, then they’re gone. The quiet brings back my loneliness. Being a vampire is solitary damnation, which is why we have covens or find lifelong companions. I imagine what Vivian and I would be doing right now, but as I think of her, Selene fills the images in my mind. It’s Selene I’m fucking against the wall, our magic a powerful force amplifying with the potency of our desire. The blood I recently drank rushes to my cock, and I groan as it hardens for her. I need to find her. I need to sink my teeth and cock into her. I need to let her know I want her.
A screeching ring goes from distant to near. My instincts bolt me up from the couch as a foreign object crashes through my window. A vile, odorous gray fog fills the air, making it difficult for me to see. In an attempt to use my vampire speed, I’m suspended by heavy and slow limbs. I stumble toward the door to my basement when another canister bursts through a second window with a uniformed Accolade crashing in behind it. Like an organized SWAT team, they converge on me.
Calling to my magic, I aim for the closest Accolade. His screams are a vicious echo as blood extracts from his skin, the bubbles of red cascading to the floor. His limp, dead body falls, drained of its life force. Another Accolade swings a soldier’s knife at my arm. My body is moving too slow to dodge it, and it slices my skin, my own blood pouring down my arm. Four more Accolades swarm me. My hands are clasped behind my back, and handcuffs abrade the skin on my wrists as a chain is tightened between my wrists and the metal collar they secure around my neck. The metal is strong, and with my weakened body, I cannot break the cuffs.
Dragged out of my home, I’m shoved into a black van. Several blades are aimed at my neck, a warning not to fight or I’ll lose my head—one of the few ways a vampire can die.
“Phoenix Artino,” a voice growls. “You’re going to help us.”
“How so?” I bite back. The uneven metal floor of the van is cutting into my knees. I try to move, and the blade tips are pressed tighter to my skin.
“You’re going to be the bait.” The stranger’s cold tone is full of excitement.
