I whipped around just in time to see an orange flame leap from the door. Flynn raised his hand, firing a jet of water straight across the room. The flame sizzled out, leaving a large black stain on the door jamb.
“So…” my mouth had gone completely dry. “What are you guys thinking?”
“I’m in,” Corbin said immediately.
My stomach flipped.
“Me too,” Rowan added in his quiet voice. He glanced up from the floor and gave me a shy smile that melted away a fraction of my nerves.
“As long as none of you English bastards touches my junk, I’m keen,” Flynn added.
“Oh, Princess,” Blake grinned. “I’ll give it to you any way you want it.”
I glanced at the window. “Arthur?”
Please, please, it won’t be the same without my warrior prince?—
Arthur’s face twisted into a scowl. “No.”
“Mother Mary, you’re an eejit.” Flynn’s eyes opened wide. “Are you mad? An offer like this doesn’t come along every day.”
“Maybe not for you.” Blake slurped the last of his curry.
“I said,no.” Arthur spun on his heel and stormed off down the hall, slamming the library door behind him.
My heart plummeted. He looked really upset. I knew after that conversation we’d had the other day that he was having trouble with the way things were in the house. But I thought once we had everything out in the open, and he saw that the other guys were okay with everything, that he’d come around.
But that wasn’t fair of me to want to manipulate him. I couldn’t push Arthur or expect him to comply. I was asking something pretty extreme. I had to respect his decision, as much as my heart sank to think he wouldn’t be part of this.
I have the other four, but it doesn’t feel right without Arthur. It doesn’t…
The four guys stared at me, their faces burning with desire.
Okay, maybe it felt right enough.
For now.
“Forget Arnold.” Blake wiped his mouth on his sleeve. “When do you want to begin?”
“Um…”
Before I could even think, Blake flew across the room, his lips on mine. He tasted like curry and hot, unbridled lust.
And I was ashamed to admit that I forgot about Arthur. I forgot abouteverythingexcept Blake’s lips on mine, the heat of his tongue, the way his hands seemed to be everywhere at once – tangled in my hair, stroking my cheeks, wrapped around my ass, cupping my breasts.
Corbin came up behind me, pressing his strong chest against my back. He kissed along the edge of my neck, dragging his teeth over my collarbone.
“Make room.” Flynn pushed Blake over a little. He leaned in and fiddled with the buttons on my shirt. Another hand snaked around my stomach. Rowan, of course, his touch tender and searching.
Enlivened by their touch, my body buzzed and tingled. My power rose up from my toes, humming against the inside of my skin.
“Let’s get her on the couch,” Corbin said.
Hands lifted me, carrying me across the room. Faces and bookshelves and carved ceiling details swam in front of my eyes. The boys laid me down, unzipped my skirt, slid it down over my hips, taking my underwear with it. Flynn tossed my clothes and underwear at the globe bar.
“No fair,” I moaned as their hands explored my body, causing the ache and the power inside me to writhe and surge. “None of you are naked.”
Four pairs of hands removed themselves from my skin, leaving me wet and wanting as they scrambled to remove their clothing. I cried out with relief when Corbin was the first tokick off his jeans and boxers and bend over me, his dark chest pressing against mine as he took my mouth in his. His eyes burned with need, and I longed to give him everything he desired and deserved.
