I ground my ass against Blake’s hips in response, moaning as his hardness dug into my thigh.
“Looks like she missed us.” My heart skipped as Blake’s hand slid under my shirt. He flicked open my bra with one hand and rolled my hard nipple around in his fingers. Flynn moved to nibble my earlobe, while Arthur – never one to fuss about – claimed my lips with his. Beside us, Corbin and Rowan locked lips. Corbin got me all the time, so he didn’t mind playing with Rowan while the others had their fill.
Arthur’s intense kiss left me breathless, hungry for more. I slid my fingers across his chest, relishing his hard muscles responding to my touch. I grabbed his t-shirt and dragged it over his head. He crushed me against his bulk, my breasts filling his big hands.
“No fair. Arthur’s hogging,” Flynn stuck his lip out in a fake pout. But Blake wasn’t waiting for permission. He tugged at my wool-lined leggings, pulling them down to reveal my new g-string, covered with cute dancing snowmen.
“Christmas is coming early,” Flynn grinned when he saw them. I groaned. Arthur pretended to smack him around the ears.
The boys shuffled me over to the bed. Arthur sat on the edge, dragging me down so I straddled his hips. Blake stood behind me, kissing along my collarbone as he rolled and pinched my nipples. I leaned my head back and kissed him, the angle bringing new sensations as the tops of our tongues rolled together.
I lifted my hips so Flynn could tug off my boots and roll down my leggings and socks. “I was all ready to go out…” I moaned, but my words fell away as Flynn and Blake took my nipples into their mouths. Without breaking our kiss, Arthur tugged down his pants and settled me back on top, his enormous cock twitching in anticipation.
I sighed as I slid down on Arthur’s shaft, filling my body with his warmth. I’d been aching with need all through exams and now I could sate myself with their bodies and hearts. As I ground my hips to drive Arthur deeper, I realised that all those weeks of waiting and thinking and sending filthy text messages had been worth it, for this moment right here. For Arthur buried inside me, his icy gaze fixed on me. For Blake and Flynn’s hands roaming over my body, for Rowan and Corbin breaking their kiss to nuzzle and nip at my neck.
Arthur held my body rigid as he bucked his hips up into me, his features set in an intense stare as he poured out his heart to me through our bodies. Together we slake our dark thoughts in the heat of our bodies, burning our flames out in each other’s light until we were glowing embers.
A wet, lubed finger drew down my spine and slid into my ass. Flynn? I turned my head, and my cheeky Irishman grinned at me. Each time I slammed down on Arthur’s cock, Flynn pushed his finger deeper, giving me a taste of what might come over my holiday, of how much I needed to escape from the university and relinquish my control and my rules and my desire for perfection and justbe.
“That’s it,” Blake purred, his teeth digging into my earlobe. “All that exam stress, all those late nights studying, give it all to us, Princess.”
“Yes,” I breathed as Blake’s lips claimed mine and I had three of my guys inside me, and my body shuddered with a cosmic orgasm.
Through heavy-lidded eyes, I could make out Rowan sitting on my desk chair. Corbin was bent between his legs, his mouth wrapped around his cock. As he moved his head in a steady rhythm, Rowan’s head tipped back, his locs spilling down the chair as he dwelled in his ecstasy.
“We’re going to be late,” I murmured, thinking that we could stay in this state, this passion, this healing, all afternoon and long into the night. There was still so much of ourselves to explore and open up.
“They’ll wait for us,” muttered Arthur through gritted teeth. His muscles tensed, and he sped up his strokes. He was almost there. I leaned back, pressing my body harder against Flynn’s finger, and claimed Rowan’s mouth in mine. He moaned and pushed Corbin’s head away, wanting to save his pleasure for me. I had to admit, I was glad of that. I wanted to have them all first. It was my right as High Priestess.
I lock my eyes with Arthur, and something in that look must’ve sparked inside him, because at that moment he lost control, his jaw clenching, his hands digging into my thighs as he released weeks of tension in one great, glorious bellow.
We fell back onto my narrow dorm bed. Blake crawled up beside me and flipped me over, sliding me up against my pillows and diving between my legs, not caring that I was now sticky from Arthur’s release. His tongue pressed against my clit and in moments a second orgasm washed over me.
I was still shaking from my orgasm when Corbin and Rowan climbed onto the bed with us. Rowan slid along my body, our skin already slick with sweat. He tangled his lips in mine as he rolled a condom down his cock and entered me.
His kisses were soft and sweet and buttery, like the baking he was so well known for. His body came undone around me, his nakedness revealing more than just his skin. His struggles over these past weeks – living without me and Corbin, dealing with the intensity of his therapy – scarred him still. I took those scars into myself, giving him only peace and love in return.
Behind him, Corbin stroked his cock as he watched us. I stretched out a hand to Flynn, and gripped his cock in my fingers, stroking him hard. My Flynn, who’d found in himself astrength he’d never seen before, who’d discovered a passion for entrepreneurial pursuits that fueled his artwork. In his hands, Briarwood would flourish.
Flynn’s eyes fluttered closed, his long eyelashes tangling together as he sank into this moment with me. His lips opened, but not a single pun or awful joke passed through them. Only one word, my name, over and over.
“Maeve, Maeve, Maeve…” The sweetest sound from my sweetest boy.
In those moments, I lost track of who entered me, whose lips were on mine and whose cock was in my hands. The six of us moved together as one, seeking our solace and strength in each other. Our bodies rippled and writhed as we drowned in our need. Magic sizzled through the room, peeling the photographs off the walls and causing a fine mist to form on the windows. I wouldn’t need to put the heating on.
Finally, we collapsed in a pile, our bodies slack and exhausted, our hearts full. I lay back on Rowan’s chest, my gaze flicking over Flynn’s painting and the photo collage on the ceiling. I’d even pinned up Kelly’s postcards from her travels. Her latest one was from Santorini. The month before that was Romania, and then Prague and Budapest. Connor was having a great time, and Jane hadn’t killed her yet. She’d even purchased a new, more sensible backpack.
Arthur’s strong arms fell across my chest, and my heart soared. With everything that had happened since I first came to England, it seemed impossible that we were all here now, happy and in love and leading somewhat normal lives without the fate of the world resting on our shoulders. It wasn’t easy. Corbin and I missed the guys, and Flynn wasn’t exactly the most serious castle manager, but every minute we were together was a gift.
Corbin sat up, his brow furrowing as he noticed the clock above my desk. “Shite. We really are late.”
We untangled ourselves and scrambled into our clothes. I ran a comb through my hair, but it was beyond saving, so I just pulled on my thickest wool beanie and left it at that. I’d dyed my fringe a variety of rainbow colours a few weeks ago to join Corbin in a campus queer event, but the dye didn’t take and not it was just a mess of orange streaks. Oh well, at least I looked like a real freaky witch.
After pulling on my thick coat, scarf, and gloves (I was discovering just how bitter cold English winters could be, especially when you lived in a medieval building) I led the way down the winding staircase and out into the quadrangle. Outside the college gates, we hopped on the bus out to the suburbs. Oxford’s “dreaming spires” gave way to modest Victorian townhouses and the rolling Cotswolds hills beyond. The bus dropped us off on a suburban street lined with identical brick semi-detached homes, and we followed Corbin to the house.
Four pairs of boots – one with striking spiked heels and pointed toes that looked like it was straight off a Paris runway – were lined up next to the usual family sneakers and sparkly wellingtons. I pushed open the door. Laughter burst from the kitchen. Aline, Isadora, Daigh, and Robert sat across the table from Corbin’s parents, sipping from mugs of steaming tea while my mother regaled them with some recent story of their underworld rule. My heart surged. I spoke to Aline every couple of weeks in my bedroom mirror, but it wasn’t the same as being able to embrace her. She still wore her scary crown, which Corbin’s sister Tessa kept trying to steal. Although, thankfully, the demon she’d recently taken into her harem wasn’t able to leave the underworld, so at least we didn’t have to eat our Christmas feast with a creature of nightmares.
It took some time to get through the greetings and hugs, before Bree and Andrew ushered us all into the reception room and found enough seats and teacups for everybody. My heartsoared. I loved having everyone together, talking over each other and fighting over the Christmas cookies (biscuits, I had to keep reminding myself).
