“Remember to breathe, baby.” Lukas says, grabbing my chin to look up at him. “In, 2,3,4.” I listen to him, watching as he guides me through this feeling. I crave it, but at the same time it makes me want to jump up and scream “That’s enough!”
Sloan inches in further as Lukas holds my gaze. “Out, 2, 3, 4. That’s it baby. Look at you. What a good fucking job you’re doing.”
“God you’re so tight.” Sloan growls out. My legs shake beneath me as he starts to move. Graham and Sloan together begin to stretch me, moving together, shoving themselves into me at the same time, while Graham sucks down Lukas’s cock.
“Fuck, this is so hot.” Lukas says looking down at us writhing together. We’re a tangle of limbs, moans, and pleasure. It courses through my entire body, tingles erupt through my core, wrapping around my spine and shooting down to my toes. I haven’t even come yet, but my whole body is alight with how good they make me feel. I’m so close I can feel my orgasm beginning to build. Lukas must notice it too, because he moves his hand down to my neck, applying the perfect amount of pressure. The lack of oxygen goes straight to my head, and I crash down around Graham’s cock, squirting my orgasm all over his stomach.
“Jesus fucking Christ. Look at you painting his body with your pleasure.” Lukas says, lifting his hand from my neck. He leans down and licks my release from Graham’s abs, making Graham shudder below me, bucking his hips up wildly making Sloan grunt from behind me. They both speed up their rhythm and I feel like a ragdoll tossed between them in the best possible way. I don’t even have time to prepare as another orgasm crests over me. Sloan pulls out suddenly and yanks on his cock in several pulls before I feel a spray of wetness hit my ass. I’m dripping everywhere.
Lukas isn’t far behind and gives another few pumps to Graham’s mouth before he tilts his head back to the ceiling, releasing his orgasm down Graham’s throat. Cum seeps out the sides of Graham’s reddened face as he sputters for oxygen. The two of them together are electric, but with all of us combined we’re a freaking lightning storm.
I stand up on shaky legs, and bend over Graham’s still hard cock. He takes a few gulps of air, sitting up on his elbows as he watches me suck his cock into my mouth. I can taste myself on him as I work his length down my tongue and into the back of my throat.
“Fuck, you’re so good at that. Look at you, looking like a goddamn angel, but sucking my cock like a fucking devil.”
I feel his fingers weave into my hair, pushing down my head as I take his length with my mouth. I wrap my fingers around his balls with one hand and use my other to pump his cock in tandem with my mouth.
“Oh, fuck me.” His balls tighten in my hand right before he shoots his release into my mouth. The sticky sweet liquid coats my tongue as I swallow it down in two gulps.
Graham grabs my bottom lip and yanks my mouth open. “Look at that. You swallowed every last drop of me, bella. So fucking beautiful. Let’s get you cleaned up.” I stand, body feeling worn out and jaw sore. As I lock eyes with Lukas and a sharp snap hits me deep in my chest. I feel the ground begin to shake beneath my feet. Graham grabs hold of my arms as I begin to sway from the quaking floor.
“What is happening?” I ask, eyes wide as the light fixture above shakes. Sloan, Graham and Lukas all grab at their hearts, confusion evident on their faces. Are they feeling this too?
“I don’t know, but it feels like…” Sloan answers, trailing off as the shaking stops.
“Her.” Lukas says, eyes still locked on me. “It feels like her.”
CHAPTER42
Chapter Forty-Two
SLOAN
SONG: SEPARATE WAYS BY JOURNEY
My sleep is full of nightmares ranging from the dragon coming after me and my family back in Ash Grove, to burning alive in a pit of lava. The room is too hot to sleep comfortably. Normally, I need at least a blanket on, but I can’t stand even that touching my skin. My dreams leave me feeling homesick for my quirky town, and I make a promise to myself to go back and visit if we ever get out of here.
Last night was crazy, we all experienced some sort of shift. Skye thought maybe she had accidentally unleashed her magic, but that didn’t explain why I could feel some sort of tether to her. Like she was an anchor in my soul that bound us together.
My eyes are full of crust when I hear a deranged cackling from outside penetrate through the walls. Whispers from all around us form into one menacing voice. “It starts with nine. The world unwinds.”
“What the ever-living fuck is that?” I mumble, turning over to hit the light switch. Salem comes bursting through the door, hair disheveled and only a shirt and underwear on to cover her.
“Did you hear that?”
“Yeah, what is it?”
“It sounds like the fates. It starts with nine… that’s what they said to us when we were escaping from the castle.”
Everyone starts to wake up, hearing our voices.
“Why the fuck is the light on?” Graham asks, covering his eyes with his arm.
Turning, I see three women clad in white robes from head to toe, standing in a circle in the middle of our room.
“You need to leave.”
“She’s coming.”
