by Erin R Flynn
“I don’t know,” I admitted, groaning as he worked on a knot in my thigh. “I can’t just shut off my brain, Mason.”
“Yes, you can. Think of my hands on you. Feel how I’m touching you. That’s all.” He cleared his throat. “Do you want me to talk this time? Did it help?”
“Yes, do that,” I moaned, wanting to hear his voice. That was what had shut off my mind last time.
He spent the next twenty minutes telling me how he felt when he touched me, how my body felt under his hands. His voice was softer, like he was embarrassed to say that for our audience to hear, but I kept forgetting they were there.
“What was the best present you’ve ever gotten, goddess?” he asked quietly. He cleared his throat when I flinched. “I didn’t mean to bring up your past. From a lover.”
I shrugged. “I’ve never had one. I also go undercover or had to run, stay hidden. Dylan’s the first I’ve had sex with more than one night. Well, Aidan was there too, but—”
“New topic,” he cut in, probably feeling how much what had happened at the buffet before had upset me. “What gifts?”
“I got flowers from a murderer,” I drawled, my voice dry as I thought back to the last case. “A watch with blood of his victims on it. And flowers I cut up from the stalker over there who terrified me he was going to cage me.”
He cleared his throat, and I felt his lips on mine. “Sorry. I thought it would be fun since you kept mentioning a cocoa date and I know they got you food presents.”
“Oh right,” I sighed, easing back into the table. “Aidan stalked me with a bunch of food. I love chocolate covered strawberry everything.”
“You want that carpet picnic?” he pushed when I was quiet. “You had a lazy day with Dylan, but you were sad you couldn’t have the same with Evan after he helped you pack?”
“I was,” I agreed. “He was so super sweet and didn’t push me for sex. He seemed so sad he didn’t know when I’d be back.”
“But it worried you. You got scared, which was part of why you ran.”
I nodded. “He got that almost panicked look I’ve seen too often when I feed, like he was addicted. It killed me I could have done that to someone so strong without even having sex. I can’t melt any more minds, Mason.”
“I know, I know, goddess,” he whispered. “They just needed to know it wasn’t you toying with them. They hurt from you being able to run when they adore you already. They don’t understand.”
I snorted. “If you think I understand or get it, you really don’t see enough in my head. I have no idea what the fuck I’m doing besides work. Not ever.”
“None of us do,” he promised. “It’s just harder for you to realize what you want when so often what others want overwhelms you and overwrites what you feel.”
I pushed up and blinked at him. “I’ve never realized that.” I slowly nodded. “Yeah, I’m scared it’s another way to be caged. What if I stop knowing what’s me and what’s them if I’m around them more? I could lose me. I could disappear into what they want.”
“Like your mother,” he said gently.
I flopped back to the table and moved my hands over my face, nodding. Yes, I was terrified of ever becoming like her. That was my greatest fear. I never wanted to be owned, and she had been. My grandfather had owned her like a possession, and even if it wasn’t sexual, it was a cage. I would die if that happened in any way, and it would break me.
And I’d be just like my mother.
He didn’t push the topic, switching to orgasm inducing massages for a while before letting me settle with more. It was a hard wound to reopen and look at, but I was glad it was Mason and how he did it. Honestly, I was because he didn’t dig, he didn’t slap me with it, and he left me to think it over, and it was okay to feel what I did.
I’d never had that before. Plus, the massage helped. It was like he was working the issue out of me as much as I was. Really, there might be something to that. Maybe there should be some form of massage therapist who was actually a therapist or shrink too. Talk about multitasking. I’d pay for it. I knew others would.
“I would pay you to help Kiera with her piles of issues the way you are me as long as she wears the towel and you don’t fall for her,” I admitted. “You’re way better than any counselor I’ve spoken to.”
“I’ve had the same fears and issues,” he confessed. “Plus, I see a lot which normal therapists can’t. I know when it’s time to push or retreat. And you are a tough nut to crack. Validly, but it’s clear you’ve told me more about your feelings than any of them, though Dylan seems to know more about your history or specifics. And yes, I would help your friend and no, there’s no chance I could fall for her when I want you.”
Every time I got too relaxed from the massage, his hands went back to somewhere titillating and I was moaning or screaming minutes later. When I really couldn’t take anymore—and his hands were probably exhausted as well—he lifted me in his arms for a shower. I nuzzled his neck and thanked him for the spoiling which he liked to hear from the way his cheeks flushed.
He sat me on the counter and turned on the shower, already having told the others this was our time before we played with the toy he’d bought for me. Then he came back, taking off his boxer briefs, before bringing me into the shower. The moment he set me on my feet, I moved under the water and touched myself, loving his eyes on me.
“Does he want inside me?” I purred, moving my foot on the bench and using my fingers to show him more like he hadn’t just seen everything I had. “It’s wet and warm inside of me. You felt it with your fingers, right?”
“Yes,” he breathed, licking his lips as I moved my other hand to tease my breast and then into my hair.
“Be inside me, Mason. Feel what it’s like to have a goddess wrapped around you, to take one.” I smiled when his dick twitched.
He moved closer but only to nuzzle my neck, his hand finding mine in my hair. “I want you, goddess. Fuck, I want you. Please, please don’t think I don’t because you aren’t feeling it.” I swallowed a flinch as he hit the nail on the head. I was doubting he wanted me. He didn’t think of any of that, only what he’d done, and it was throwing me.
Then again, I’d had a bunch of upsets, and it was strange for a man to touch a woman for hours and not once think of his own pleasure.
“I will show you,” he whispered, his breath shaking. “If you want to see, I will show you what I feel, but please, please don’t—I don’t want to be selfish with you. You are a goddess, and I want to treat you right, take the care you deserve, especially when so many don’t do that. I need it for me this time so I don’t doubt myself. Please?”
I felt guilty for pushing him. I nodded, letting out a shaky breath. “Okay, I promise. Show me.”
He kissed my neck, and suddenly I was swarmed with his desires. I moaned, getting all of it and fast. Oh, he wanted me alright. He wanted me more desperately than maybe any man who had touched me, and he wanted all of it. He wanted to make love and fuck me and oral sex and just everything. And he wanted it now.
“Fuck, I want all of that too,” I panted, loving how he planned to make me scream and treat me.
“Do you believe me now?”
“Yes, fuck, yes.”
And then it was gone. He locked it all back down and brought pleasing me to the front of his mind. I had a moment to wonder if it was all just a ploy or some sort of game, but staring into his silver, earnest eyes, seeing the vulnerability there of what he’d just showed me… I knew it wasn’t. This was the real Mason standing before me, and even if he wanted all that other stuff, his first priority was to treat me right.
“Thank you,” I breathed against his lips. I took his dick in my hand and stroked him like I’d promised, our eyes locked as I slowly gave him what he needed. His hands moved between my breasts and ass as we kissed, and when he finished on me I saw something primal in his eyes just as I had with Dylan, as it was a shifter thing to mark their lover.
He gave me a sexy and mischievous smirk. “Never let a warlock mark you, goddess. Not by your hand.”
I blinked at him. “What did you just do?”
“You just gave me permission to find you always,” he chuckled, pressing his body against mine so every inch of us touched. “It can wear off if you cast me from your heart, from your side, but until that moment, you can’t run from me. I can always find you.”
I couldn’t even be mad when I heard how happy it made him. It wasn’t a nefarious thing, but a bit of male pride and possessiveness. I snorted. “You so got the raw end of the deal because I’m a huge pain in the ass and you will probably have to use it to chase me.”
“I would follow you anywhere, goddess.”
I swallowed loudly, believing him and more than that, I wasn’t sure I’d run from him. No, I had a feeling I would run to Mason, and that was dangerous for both of us. I pushed the thoughts and feelings down, wanting this moment and hoping he didn’t feel it.
We washed each other, and then he carried me out to the living room where there was a huge overstuffed ottoman that was more like a day bed. The others were sitting on the couches with drinks in their hands, their eyes only seeming to see me as Mason went over to his bag. He brought back the toy, promising me he’d charged it, and then pulled back my towel before kneeling between my knees.
He spent the next—I don’t even know how long—pleasing and driving me insane until I about lost my voice. Each time I thought I couldn’t take any more, whimpering and twitching that I was done, he wound me up and spun me out again.
“Any more and I think you would pass out, and you need to eat and hydrate,” he muttered when he finally stopped. “Did you enjoy that, goddess?”
I gave a long, deep moan as I turned on my side and kept having mini orgasms.
“Good thing you put the extra towel under her or that ottoman would have been completely soaked through,” Aidan muttered, chuckling when I twitched again. “That good, darling?”
I just moaned again. “I like toys like any normal woman with a healthy sex drive, but that thing is insane, and he wields it like a master. I bet the twins could too since they feel echoes of what I do or whatever.”
“I want to use it on you while inside you,” Evan admitted, and I came again as my body seemed to still vibrate from the toy. “Fuck, I’m about to explode too.”
“Beauty, I didn’t know Shelias could enjoy anything like that, and your scent is driving me crazy,” Bain said, his voice deeper than normal. “I won’t insult your warlock again. You have my respect, mate, as I’ve never made a woman feel a fraction of that.”
“You apologize pretty well,” I mumbled as my eyelids got heavy. “Shit, Elijah can totally ground me to Mason and I won’t fight again.”
“I’ll let him know, but you need to hydrate from all of what I did,” he worried, helping me sit up. He thanked Dylan who handed him a sports drink.
I accepted it from Mason and smiled at Dylan, watching as his nostrils flared as he smelled the mess I’d made from so many orgasms. “You really enjoyed watching that. You all did. It made it so, so much more than just Mason and I. Fuck, I won’t run if I get that now and again. You all wanted nothing but to hear me scream again.”
“Does that mean we can each have a lick since we helped?” he asked, heat in his eyes.
“Yes please,” I moaned, leaning back on my elbows and spreading my legs.
And they did it. I almost fell over when they each took a turn. I actually pinched myself, wondering if I seriously was dreaming. I liked Bain a lot more when he double checked with me and that I wasn’t just getting swept up in the moment and would regret it later.
I was glad I agreed. The man had a very, very talented mouth and tongue.
After I finished the sports drink, I was sitting between the twins with a plate of food, both of them nuzzling my neck or trying to feed me in between kisses. Shit, could I get benched more often? I felt their energy crawl along my skin, that rare attraction I’d had with a few dark elves over my years.
However, Owen was actually a light elf, and I’d never felt that with one before, so I never knew what to make of that and it was a topic best not touched.
Next, I ended up between Aidan and Bain, both of them whispering sweet words and praises in between kisses to my cheek and feeding me nummies. I flinched when the portal was activated and was about to reach for the towel when I saw David walk through, followed by Nathanial.
“Aidan said you probably haven’t fed since the tiger and you felt a bit peckish,” Owen explained. “I texted them and checked if they were free. They were so Kyle said he’d get them here.”
I smiled at the angels. “And you two just wanted to have a day off playing with us?”
David gave me a concerned look and was suddenly in front of me, pulling me to my feet. He hugged me tightly, ignoring I was naked and holding me completely to him. “We were scared out of our minds when we heard about the hit on you. Of course we wanted to see with our own eyes you were sitting out for a while.”
“I’m fine. Dylan’s the one who got shot,” I told him before Nathanial took his hug and snuck a quick kiss.
“Beauty, how many men do you have?” Bain asked, his voice not happy.
“We’re not hers,” David clarified. “Beyond that, it’s not your business, and you know demons need to feed. She’s powerful.” He leaned over and kissed me from Nathanial’s arms. I fed and heavily, panting when he pulled away. “You were low on the tank from stress. We should spank you later.”
“I think I’ve had my fill of orgasms for the day,” I admitted. “At least until I get a bit more down time.”
“The warlock who worships you?” he asked, nodding to Mason.
I sighed. “You all gossip worse than humans in retirement homes.”
“We love you,” Nathanial chuckled, giving me a kiss I fed from as well. When I pulled away, I saw David already opening his mouth to talk to Mason and get a feel for him.
“Right, because now you guys like Owen and Evan best like Kiera.”
David gave me a soft smile. “We like all of them as long as they’ll protect you. Dylan and the twins have showed that. So has the vampire. We’ll get a feel for the other two.”
“Who are you to grill me, mate?” Bain asked, giving him a hard look. “I get Elijah as he’s her adoptive dad and boss man, but you two? I don’t even know what you are?”
“We’re her adoptive family in a way,” Nathanial chuckled, hugging me to him. “And we’re ridiculously protective of her.”
It took Bain a moment, but then his jaw fell open. He stood, shaking his head. “I need more than a frothy. I might need a whole bottle for this one.”
I couldn’t even judge him, as I’d had a pretty crazy reaction to realizing there were angels, not just rumors, and there had been several standing before me. That was a large pill to swallow and not wonder if a padded room came next.
They let me feed more, completely topping off the tank before I ate some more, hydrating as well when Mason pushed me. Dylan must have told him about our love for antioxidant tea because he came over with a hibiscus iced tea.
“Oh, that’s nice,” I praised after I had a sip. I sniffed. “What else is in that?”
“Fruit juice, just a splash, but it’s a 100% fruit medley,” he answered.
“Try this,” I told Dylan as I brought it over to him.
His eyes flashed shock as he did. “Wow, you wouldn’t expect it to be that different and refreshing. It’s like iced tea and lemonade refreshing if it’s not too sugared down.”
I nodded, noting Bain had switched to the hard stuff. I wasn’t sure what to do about that, but I also understood needing that time out when I hit overload time.
“Now the last part of your worshipping,” Mason muttered when we were all completely stuffed. He pulled me to stand and turned me so he was behind me, his fingers flitting across my skin in a way that made me shiver. “I would ask for
us to change the plan though, goddess.”
“Hm-mm?” I hummed as his fingers danced along my neck and over my nipple, the teasing driving me insane.
“I beg your indulgence, but I very much want to learn from the ancient vampire how he orally pleases you.”
“Why?” I purred, turning in his arms. “I very much enjoyed letting you drown in me.” I shivered as his eyes bubbled with heat. “It was fucking hot, Mason.”
“Thank you, but I can only give my goddess the best.” He shook his head when I went to argue. “Imagine my drowning in your juices while pleasing you as well as he does.” He smiled when I whimpered. “Let’s try it. Ride his face and let me see so I can learn. Reward me and let me see him drown in you.” His fingers danced along my back. “Share that with us.”
“I’m very willing, darling,” Aidan chuckled before I could bring it up that I kept using him and not giving him anything in return.
I nodded, feeling how much they all wanted to see it. We moved to the sofa and he laid down, attacking my pussy the moment I straddled his head. I grabbed onto the arm of the sofa to stay in place, meeting several turned on gazes as I rode Aidan and the pleasure.
And then I passed out. I hit the orgasm max and blacked out, falling back against him and not even feeling when I landed. Wow.
9
I woke on the couch with Dylan behind me, his arms wrapped around me protectively. My snuggly bear was in emotional hell between Diana and worrying about me. He was so upset that his desires were rushing over me one by one. I glanced at the clock and saw it was only a couple of hours later so my body had recovered but was still ready for all types of fun.
“Has my boyfriend recovered enough so he can give his girlfriend what he promised?” I asked quietly, not sure how to handle all of this.
“I’m fine,” he mumbled, clearly lying, but I wasn’t sure if he was physically. “You need more rest.”
