“Shhhhh.” A hand rested on my shoulder. Corbin’s voice tickled my lips. “If you’re going to meet Daigh, you need to be magically charged.”
When he put it like that, with his voice all gravelly and dark...
I leaned back, surrendering my body to their touch. Hands roamed over my naked skin, lighting trails of fire that had lain dormant for too many days. Skin slapped against skin as they tore off their clothes and mine and tossed them on the floor. The spirit magic flared inside me, hot and angry from her slumber, ready to pull in their energy and make it my own.
My eyes fluttered shut and I drew myself into my body, focusing on the sensations of wet lips closing over my nipples. Two tongues swirled around the sensitive buds, drawing up tendrils of fire from inside me. Another set of lips claimed mine, teasing out my tongue.
A head dived between my legs, coarse hair tickling my legs as a tongue thrust inside me. Arthur. He plunged his tongue deep, before moving to pound it against my clit while he slid a finger inside me.
Earth, fire, water, air, spirit – the five pillars of their magic reached inside me, feeding my own flaring heat that swept through my body like a forest fire. Arthur’s rhythm on my clit was unrelenting, the machine-gun rapid fire of the heavy metal drumming he loved so much. My body responded, my back arching, the fire inside my burning my limbs into bright light.
The orgasm slammed into me, driving the air from my lungs and forcing my magic out through my body like a sonic boom. I floated in the moment, buoyed up by the pleasure rushing through my veins, before I could return to my body and my bed and the five adoring faces that watched me with a mixture of love (Rowan), bliss (Blake) and satisfaction (Arthur).
“Come to me, Einstein.” Flynn pulled me on top of him. “I’m not going to let Arthur rule unchallenged.”
My body still flared with warmth. I flung my arm out toward the bedside table, hunting for a condom, before remembering that we’d taken the tests in London. We’d all come back clean. We could do this without a piece of rubber between us, like Blake and I had done the other night.
My grin matched Flynn’s as I settled myself on top of his cock and sank down. Skin on skin inside me. It feltamazing.
Flynn gripped my hips and slammed me down on his cock as he drove up inside me. He bit his lip in this totally adorable way as he focused on sending me to the stars and back.
Arthur moved around in front of me, kneeling beside Flynn. I tried to reach his cock with my mouth, but I couldn’t quite bend that way. Arthur lifted his leg over Flynn, who pushed him off.
“Is it too much to ask that a fella gets to stare at Maeve’s beautiful face instead of your hairy bollix?” he demanded.
Arthur grunted, but he shifted his leg back. He picked up my hand and placed it on his shaft. I tightened my grip and pumped him in time to Flynn’s relentless rhythm. Arthur leaned down and claimed my mouth with his.
The familiar coolness of lube dribbled between my cheeks. Blake’s fingers slid through the trail and over my back entrance, eliciting a groan from somewhere deep inside me. Flynn slowed his pace so Blake could position himself behind me, his cock rubbing against me. No finger this time – as Flynn drew out, Blake placed the head against my hole and pushed it home. I gasped as he filled me, working his full length inside me.
Blake’s teeth dug into my shoulder as he slid all the way in. Flynn grinned up at me. “You’re so beautiful when you take us all like this, Einstein.” He pushed himself inside me, his cock rubbing along Blake’s through the thin wall that separated them. I threw my head back, my breath coming out in hacking gasps as they started a slow, see-sawing rhythm that sent me to the stars.
So tight.
So full.
So perfect.
Something dark fell across Flynn’s chest, tickling my throat. I glanced down to see one of Rowan’s dreadlocks snaking across his skin. I rolled my head over. Rowan’s head rested on the pillow beside Flynn. Corbin lay on top of him. His hand clasped Rowan’s, their fingers knitted together, black-and-white. Their bodies moved in time with mine, their eyes darting between each other and then over to me.
“I don’t know if I’m okay with this,” Flynn frowned at Corbin.
“You’d better get okay with it, or we’re kicking your homophobic Irish arse to the curb,” Arthur growled.
“Don’t tell me you’re a prude when you’ve got another guy’s cock practically rubbing against you,” I breathed as Blake thrust inside me again.
“That’s different. It’s all about Maeve.” Flynn pinched my nipple and I gasped as a wave of pleasure rolled through me. “That over there is purely selfish.”
Flynn tightened his grip on my nipple, just as he and Blake thrust inside me, and I lost control. My fingers clawed at Flynn’s chest as my orgasm slammed into me. Rowan’s eyes met mine, swimming with joy, and I knew I reflected my own joy back at him.
“See? It makes Maeve happy,” Corbin grinned. “How can you be against that?”
Flynn shrugged. “I guess I’m not. Fiddle-le-de.” He grinned his compliance before devouring my lips with his own.
The five of us thrust and groaned and moved together, finding the rhythm of our hearts. Arthur shuddered as he came in my hand, squirting his load across my breasts. A few drops landed on Flynn’s chest. I expected Flynn to squeal like a pig, but instead he gripped my hips tighter and thrust with renewed vigor, his expression tense and focused and totally adorable.
Blake came next, his body shuddering against mine. “Fuck, Princess,” he gasped, his teeth raking my skin as he pulled out and collapsed against the bed. Beside me, Rowan and Corbin locked lips, Corbin holding Rowan tight as his body convulsed with his own orgasm. Seeing them like that, so happy with each other, and knowing the others accepted them and that what we’d created here was a family that loved and understood and gave pleasure selflessly made my heart swell in my chest and my body contract as yet another orgasm ploughed through me, shooting my spirit magic higher and hotter than I’d ever felt it before.
And to think some witches chanted over a cauldron.
