8. Reveals
8
REVEALS
JADE
I refuse to wake up from this delicious dream. An eager tongue is skillfully licking my center, and both of my nipples are being sucked.
Pressure builds in my core, but an orgasm is just out of reach.
I wonder if this is one of those dreams where I wake up to find myself incredibly horny and have to bring out Ole Faithful to vibe me to completion.
Then I remember I have three guys who’d likely be up to help a wanton woman out.
The soft, insistent swipes of a tongue remind me of Flint.
And the two hot mouths on my breasts make me think of Maxum and Arran. Both guys run so warm. I imagine it’s their hot hands wandering over my skin.
This dream feels so realistic that I wonder if it’s Osen making this fantasy come to life in the shadowscape.
Without opening my eyes, I reach down to work my clit, but find an entire head between my legs.
My eyes pop open with surprise, and I see all three of my guys tending to me.
“Oh!” I gasp.
The noon sun filtering in through the window lights up Flint’s fully gargoyle form with his broad shoulders, horns, tusks, large wings, and heavy brow. The sight alone almost undoes me. Maxum has his wings out for good measure, and I just want to grab one of his horns and yank him back to sucking my breast.
Arran almost seems out of place in his human form. But if Serky comes out to play, I’m worried no one else will get a chance to be with me.
Maxum uses my shocked, opened mouth to kiss me dizzy, delving inside with his forked tongue and exciting me more. Then he pulls back and whispers over my lips, “You mentioned you wanted to be woken up like this. And Flint told us you gave him permission to touch you whenever he wanted to.”
I gape at them all. “Yes… but…” I shudder with pleasure when Flint goes back to sucking my clit. “Okay… yes, yes, yes, I did say that. Why am I fighting this?”
Arran chuckles. “Don’t know, but if you want us to stop, we will.”
“Please, keep going,” I beg, trembling. “I want you, and I need a release.” Then I catch Arran’s glowing golden eyes, seeing Serky is just under the surface. “You’re okay with them touching me like this?”
Arran bumps my nose with his. A shifter’s gesture of affection. “I’m keeping Serky in check. He seems to be happy enough to see you pleasured even if it isn’t him doing it.”
Flint pauses his ministrations to look up at me with his otherworldly, light gray eyes. “Maybe one day we can wake you up with our cocks inside you?”
“Yes, please, and thank you.” I smile mischievously and my body undulates to show them how much I crave them.
“You and I need to complete our bond, my little mate.” Flint says and slowly slides two thick fingers into me. “When would you want to do that?”
His eyes shine with his eagerness, but it doesn’t feel right to bond with an audience.
I wink at him. “How about we talk about the details tonight?”
Flint smiles and pumps his thick digits into my pussy at a faster pace. “Yes, I can wait for the perfect time to have you all to myself. Now, come on my tongue so Maxum can have his turn.”
“Holy fuck, Flint.” My cunt clenches around his fingers. “I almost came just with your naughty talk.”
“I’m about to as well.” Arran chuckles and nuzzles into my neck.
“Make our woman scream your name,” Maxum orders Flint. Then he fists my hair and claims my mouth again.
My once-shy gargoyle feasts on my pussy as he adds yet another thick finger inside me. I’m stretched so wide the thought of it ramps up my excitement.
Arran uses his partial shifting ability to elongate his teeth and his wolf’s sharp canines pinch my hardened nipples.
I squeak and thrash, losing control. I’m flailing, feeling too much.
“That’s it,” Maxum breathes. “Come for us, our love.”
I fall off that cliff and soar with bliss. Each clench of my pussy around Flint’s hand feels like a flutter of imaginary wings that takes me higher.
Then I slip back into my body with a silly grin plastered on my face.
Flint licks his lips, tasting my juices. “If you’d let me, I’d live between your soft, pillowy thighs.”
I might have taken offense for calling my legs pillowy , but that was when I was with Rob. My hard-bodied gargoyle thoroughly adores softness. He craves my soft, squishy body. I reach out to him. He answers my summons, leans over my flushed body, and gives me a possessive kiss before moving aside.
Maxum strokes his hands over my knees and then spreads my legs wide. “Ready for my monster cock, little mate?”
My demon rubs his unusual member over my slick center. He slides inside of me, and I feel every one of his soft spikes that run along the top and bottom of his cock and around its base. It only takes a few strokes until he’s fully sheathed. His textured cock stimulates my clit and outer lips when he grinds his hips into me.
I’m gifted with a unique sensation deep in my pussy as he hits the spot that makes my toes curl.
Flint’s hand grasps my breast, and he flicks his tongue over its peak.
At my other side, Arran’s hand shifts into his werewolf's claws and the tips dimple my flesh. “I love your body. Pliant and thick, so we can grip onto you and hold on as we fuck you.”
“It’s perfection,” Flint murmurs as he sucks and nips. His tusks scrape along my sensitive skin.
Maxum moans. “I love watching them monster-handle you.”
I flick my gaze back to Maxum as he spreads out his giant wings that take up the entire width of the bedroom. He pounds into me, getting more excited with my moans.
I’m launched toward an orgasm and my body spasms.
“I want to make you mine,” Maxum grits out through his sharp, clenched teeth.
“I want you. I want all of you!” I shout. Right now, I really, really need them. I need them as my bonded mates.
All of them.
There’s a tug at the very core of who and what I am.
I sense the others’ energy… their souls. I don’t mean to, but I’m pulling them to me. Yanking their souls, their spirits reaching for me as well.
Even Osen glows in my inner eye.
Despite the unusual sensations, my orgasm hits me like cannon fire, making me shake and buck. Maxum spasms with his climax, gripping me like he might fall off the edge of the world.
Maxum crashes onto me as if someone’s shoved him. Fortunately, he’s able to brace himself with his arms. He appears dazed.
I hear a thump and a curse from the main room.
Calder must have been lurking there, listening to our lovemaking.
I pulled on his soul so hard he fell.
Am I hurting them?
I feel it when their souls are released from my strange hold.
“What was the hell was that?” Calder hisses from the other room.
Maxum’s broad shoulders press into me. Grasping his upper arms, I encourage him to move back so I can see his face.
He shifts away slowly, and I glance over at both Arran and Flint, both look a bit bewildered and confused.
Did I hurt them? What have I done? Panic wells inside me. I worry, but wonder if this could be a mate thing? It happened when I wanted them.
“I’d like to know what that was too,” Osen says in my mind.
“Get in line,” I mutter.
“If there is a queue for your affection, I’ll gladly buy tickets for that train,” he retorts in a frisky tone.
I roll my eyes. But his joke relaxes me, just as he intended.
Flint recovers first and cups my cheek. “Are you alright, my mate?”
“I think so.” I cover his hand with mine. Well, what I can cover, given his hand is so much larger than mine.
Still on top of me, Maxum braces himself on his elbows to relieve most of his weight from crushing me. “It felt like you tried to pull my soul out through my dick.”
I wince. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to.”
“I’m not complaining.” Maxum slides backward, but only enough so his hips are between my ankles.
“What was…” A disheveled Calder appears in the doorway and doesn’t finish his sentence when he sees me between my three guys. His striking blue eyes hungrily take in my naked, recently fucked body.
I’m splayed out and exposed. I have an urge to cover myself, so I move to pull my knees together.
Calder growls.
Okay . Apparently, he doesn’t like that.
“I thought you didn’t want?—”
“It doesn’t matter what I want. I can’t .” His hand drops to cover the tent in his pants, then he hurries away to the outer door.
I lurch to go after him, but all three guys place a hand on me to stop me.
“Calder, wait!”
He’s already opened the door, but I hear him pause and sigh heavily. “I just need a moment. I won’t go far.”
“Okay,” I whisper and settle back on the bed. When I hear the door shut behind him, I ask, “Is he going to be alright?”
“I expect Calder is overwhelmed with a lot of emotions he’s finally having to deal with,” Maxum says with a frown. “Let him work some of them out.” He kisses my inner thigh. “He’ll come to you when he’s ready to talk about how he feels.”
“I wish I could do something so he didn’t hurt so much,” I say.
Arran kisses my neck. “He has to meet you at least halfway… like I did. You helped me just by being you and accepting me with all my broken pieces.”
“You’re not broken,” I protest.
“Not anymore.” He grins widely, then kisses the hell out of me.
“Arran’s correct,” Flint says. “Your very presence seems to be enough to heal. And Calder has the worst past of us all.”
“But he’s not what I’m interested in right now.” Maxum gazes at me, his obsidian eyes glowing with a fire I’ve not seen before. “We need to know how you almost took our souls right out of our bodies.”
“I didn’t mean to!” I gasp, sitting up and leaning against the headboard. “Did I hurt you?” I grab a pillow and hug it to my chest.
The guys all grumble when I cover myself.
Maxum realizes playtime is over and slips his pants back on. “It felt odd but didn’t hurt. I don’t think you were trying to kill us.”
“It felt more like a bonding to me.” Flint stands at the side of the bed, revealing he never took off his pants.
Maybe he’s still shy about his special equipment. I’ll have to ask him about what his comfort levels are in group situations, so no one pushes him.
“Would that be something a lust witch can do?” I ask. “Or a… demon?”
All three guys stare at me in shock, quickly understanding what I’m implying.
Maxum goes unnaturally still. “So, you know?” he asks cautiously.
His guarded behavior unnerves me. I debate for a moment what to say, but I’d rather be honest than skirt around this. If he has a problem with what I am, then we should get to the bottom of it now.
“Uh…” I realize we know nothing for certain. I will need to contact my abuela to know exactly what I am and what happened. I clear my throat and clutch the pillow to my nakedness. “Amira suspects that I might have a bit of demon blood because of the sigils we discovered embedded in me. She also knew my grandmother and said she was a lust witch. That might mean I have some of that sort of magic.”
Maxum reads the worry on my face and quickly races to embrace me, pinning the pillow between us. “Oh, shit. I’m sorry if you thought I’d be upset. I was worried about you. That the news would unsettle you. I’ve suspected the demon part. I sense a little lust witch energy around you. Just a touch, but in all the right ways.” He pulls back and winks at me. Then he caresses my face and kisses me. “Whatever blood you might have, I know who you are… my loving mate.”
I throw my arms around his waist and bury my face in his chest. “Thank you. But I probably should find out about my family’s past. It’s so odd that I never even considered it before.”
“Not odd at all,” Arran says. “The spell your grandmother put on you masked your presence to authorities, and I believe it probably made you uninterested, so you wouldn’t go digging, either.”
My stomach turns thinking how much I’ve been manipulated and controlled by magic my whole life—mostly because of my grandmother. If she hadn’t put a spell on me, then Rob might not have been able to use me. Or it would have been harder for him to do so. If she only had stuck around or found some fairy godmother to come along and teach me if she was no longer around, then I could have had my power all this time. But no, I was hobbled and forgotten for decades.
Anger stirs in my heart. Even if her intentions were good, she harmed me.
And now, I’m blindly trying to discover my way and survive.
At least I have my guys. I reach out my hands to both Arran and Flint. For a moment, I fear they won’t take the plea to be close to them. But within seconds, I find that concern is only my programmed bullshit raising its ugly head again.
With help from my guys, I hope to rid myself of the insecurity my mother and my ex created in me. My memories of Rob telling me under the spell over and over a hundred times that I was unlovable, echo in my head.
Tears fall, my mates grasp onto me, blocking out the negative thoughts until they are only a faint whisper.