"You're such a fucking dick," Frost scowls, covering his face with one arm.
"—feel free to tell the rest of these fuckers that you prefer mine the most," Bael finishes.
I mime gagging myself, and then realize my theatrics are lost on everyone except perhaps Baelfire, and even the shifter’s night vision isn't nearly as good as mine.
"If you'd like, love, I'll knock out the dragon so he sleeps during this next round."
"All this talk of a next round is…" Maven sighs.
Frost's voice is soft. "Ignore them. We'll all leave you alone so you can sleep if you're tired, Oakley."
"Actually, I was going to say it's making me horny as fuck again. But if we don't stop, we'll all be exhausted tomorrow?—"
My cock is painfully hard again, and I quickly offer a solution so I can get my hands on her beautiful body again. "I can make sure you all rest extra deeply for the last hour or two before we need to leave. An utterly dreamless, restful sleep.”
"How bizarre. The incubus is useful for once," Crane muses, kissing Maven's neck. “We’ll help you shower.”
When he licks where he bit her earlier, she inhales sharply and squirms. Decimus groans again about how delicious the scent of her arousal is. Frost is already kissing her again as he lifts her to take her into the bathroom for a shower.
I grin to myself as I follow. I'll have to meddle like this more often.
32
MAVEN
The next timeI wake up, I'm surrounded by three gorgeous, naked legacies, all fast asleep around me with their delicious muscles on display.
I'm turned at an angle on the massive bed. Everett is on one side of me, looking utterly angelic as my head rests on his subtly rising and falling chest. His heartbeat is a steady thrum under my ear, and the steadiness of it makes me sigh softly.
Despite what I told Silas, I miss having a heartbeat.
Silas's face is nuzzled against my neck on my other side, one arm thrown over me, and Baelfire has my naked legs flung over his, snoring softly near the foot of the massive bed.
Even in their sleep, they can't seem to let go of me.
Woe is me.
Grinning, I carefully leave the bed without waking any of them. As soon as I'm standing, I notice how sore I am between the legs. My body isn't used to oodles of sex, so going a few rounds with four ravenous legacies in the wee hours wasn't my best idea ever.
Or was it? No regrets here.
Crypt slips out of Limbo to hug me from behind, kissing the back of my neck. "Morning, love," he rasps. "No wake-up exercises today?"
"First Placement will be enough of an exercise."
Plus, oddly enough, I didn’t wake up feeling like a wired bomb. I feel almost relaxed.
Glancing at a clock on the wall, I realize it's only an hour and a half away before the assembly that marks the beginning of First Placement. These guys are all still sleeping off our intense sex romp, so I should really get them up and going.
But first, I pause to gauge my body's reactions once again. I wouldn’t put it past my stupid fucking body to have an extremely delayed response to all the touching from last night. Yet I still don't feel nauseous or like my nerves have been dipped in acid. Beyond feeling sexually sated and sore, I feel…mostly normal.
Crypt seems to sense my shock and hums against my neck. "You're getting used to our touch."
Not breaking out into a cold sweat at the slightest touch will be really fucking nice. I turn my head to kiss my Nightmare Prince, but when he immediately reaches down to slip his fingers through my bare pussy, I jolt and shake my head.
"That needs a break."
Crypt frowns, and to my mortification, he crouches directly in front of me. I jolt again when he reaches up to spread me open, scowling softly at how reddened I am down there. The rest of me is covered in Baelfire's love bites, tiny puncture marks from a handful of places Silas fed, and dried cum.
