Think about how powerful you’ll feel, controlling our pleasure like that. Hiro groaned. To feel Killian shake with his sheer need for you.
Killian switched the movie, showing her legs thrown over his shoulders as he canted his hips into hers on the couch where they shared their first kiss. I want you any way I can have you, Annie girl. I just want to slide deep into that tight, sexy body of yours and feel you squeezing around me.
Oh fuck, yes! She shouted through the line as her fingers picked up the pace, sliding her other hand over her stomach as she ratcheted up her own pleasure. I need you. Please! Her begging almost undid me. Killian lost it as he roared his release.
Theo was next. The first chance I get I’m going to bury my head between those gorgeous thighs and lick you until you come all over my face. My tongue is going to fuck that beautiful pussy before I capture your clit between my teeth and tease it, each hand gripping your ass as I hold you against me. Oh fuck, Nix! I want to feel your legs shake. He careened over the edge, crying out sharply. Nix writhed on the bed, spiraling higher as she gushed at Theo’s dirty words.
Ryder’s pleasure slipped through the line as he lost his concentration to hold his fantasy away from Nix. I could feel his deep anxiety as it reached her, but it quickly dissolved. Her moan rocked him as she spread her legs, latching onto his desires as she pictured him slamming into her g-spot while Hiro slammed into him from behind, controlling the pace and torturing both his lovers. Nix keened at the same time that Hiro gave a resounding, animalistic growl.
I need one of you inside of me. At least your fingers! She tried to entice us to come to her.
On your knees, Nix. I demanded, the need to drive her over the edge riding me.
She whimpered but obeyed.
Good girl. Hiro purred.
Now lower your shoulders toward the bed until your breasts just brush the sheets, teasing those tight nipples. She groaned but did as she was asked. Spread your knees, Nix. I teased my cock as I pictured what she must look like. I wanted to be in that room with her, letting my eyes roam over every inch of her.
Her ragged breathing told me she enjoyed taking direction.
Slide your fingers back inside of yourself, sweetheart, and imagine it’s me claiming you from behind. Sliding into you slowly at first as you work to take my length inside of your sweet body, then faster as you stretch to take all of me, letting me brand you from the inside out. Curl your fingers into that sweet spot and picture four sets of eyes watching the radiance on your face as we mate, Nix. All their want, all their pleasure centered on you. The intense mixing of our magic as our creatures stained to join in our lovemaking would spark along your skin. She cried out as she set a punishing rhythm, rocking her hips into her hand and teasing her clit against her wrist as she spasmed around her seeking fingers when they hit just the right spot inside her inner walls. I knew she was right on the cusp of flying, and I wanted to see her soar.
Let those tits bounce as you rock, baby. Feel the way the fabric teases them, just like we would do as Damien fucked you. One of us on each side, touching you and making you delirious. The rough voice of Killian drove her higher and added to her imagination, and she gave him a broken cry.
One of us would slide underneath you, licking and sucking your clit, flicking it with our tongue and teeth while he pounded into you from behind. Theo’s words had Nix groaning a wanton, desperate sound that edged towards a whimper.
That’s it, mikro poulaki. Let go. Ryder prompted. Drench those fingers.
Shattering, she came apart on a scream that shuddered through my body. Losing control I savagely worked my cock and came on a hoarse cry, the intensity of the moment rocketing through my body. The heady scent of her spent arousal floated through my door, and I breathed her in.
I could feel how spent she was and I wanted to go to her, clean her up gently, and tuck her into bed.
Sated, for now, she settled in and reached out to us. Best. Sex. Ever. I don’t know if I should be impressed by your skills since none of you were actually in the room or mad at your damn self-control. She yawned as aftershocks shot through her body, making her shiver. Does that count as sex? Probably not, but it was so sexy and so hot. Another yawn. I want you all.
Sleep now, Nix, before you get us all riled up again. I chuckled at her but listened to her mind as she fell asleep slowly. I wanted to be next to her, sharing her bed and holding her all night long. What happened tonight had changed things for me. I was ready to publicly claim her, the Council be damned. My Gargoyle bared his teeth at the thought of their irritating involvement in our love life. For the first time in my life, I started questioning their methods because anything that wanted to keep Nix apart from the guys and me was unquestionably wrong.
Thirty-Three
Nix
Once again waking up in the bedroom that was mine, I stretched, loving the bone-deep satisfaction of having, at least in some ways, claimed the guys as mine last night. The memories flooded my mind as I thought back over the evening, and a smile etched itself on my face.
I took stock of my arousal, feeling the steady hum of need still coursing through my veins, but I felt steadier than I had the previous night. The guys were right; there was something off with my overwhelming need to mate last night. I’d felt like I was spiraling out of control, but even though I logically knew all of that, I couldn’t help but wonder about the what ifs. I had been so ready to take that leap into sex with any of them the night before, and I couldn’t help but wonder. With the heightened arousal and my slight buzz coupled with the fact that I was falling for each of the guys, would I have been able to actually participate in the act without having any triggers? Even now, I desperately wanted to find out.
Checking the clock on my phone, I realized it was already after ten in the morning, and I rushed to grab a shower. Throwing on my favorite pair of jeans, comfy socks, and a soft, long sleeve vee-neck shirt, I dashed down the stairs, enjoying the tenor of morning conversation that reached my ears.
Reaching the first floor, I blushed as five sets of eyes found mine from various places around the room. Their expressions ranged from happy and content, to heated—replaying my performance from the night before.
“How are you feeling?” Damien asked cautiously, and I felt his magic flow over me, wanting to get a read on my thoughts. Smirking, I let him in, and he gasped as I replayed the image of him sliding into me from behind.
“I’m quite well,” I teased, swinging my hips as I walked into the kitchen and stuck my head into the fridge, letting the chill cool my heated cheeks while I searched for the orange juice. Pulling it out, I poured myself a glass and caught Damien’s broad smile.
“No regrets,” he announced, and a collective exhale whooshed through the room.
“Of course I do.” I furrowed my brow, causing him to hold his breath and narrow his eyes as he searched my head again. Before he caught onto me, I continued.
“I absolutely regret that not one of you had your way with me last night.” I smirked. “My ‘jets’ may have cooled, but I still want you.” I used my free hand to make quotations. “I think I always will.” I said those next words so quietly, mostly to myself, but I was surrounded by male shifters who had super hearing. I hid behind my glass as I drank the juice and set the glass on the counter as they studied me.