35. Group Dynamics
35
GROUP DYNAMICS
JADE
B eing with Osen in real life is… intense.
I can’t say if it’s the merging of what felt like our essence, or if it’s doing things that have only taken place in my mind, but the energy between us feels different. Binding.
His eyes swirl with dark gray clouds as he hovers above me. He hums and gives me sweet little pecks over my face, admiring me and cooing sweet somethings . Because they aren’t sweet nothings. No. Nothing he does is nothing.
Especially when it comes to affection. In all my visions of him, he’d never shown this warm intimacy. But I had only seen him with guys. Maybe it’s different because I’m a woman.
He lifts off me and sits back on his heels as he admires his cum leaking out of me. His fingers push it back inside.
“ Fuuuuck me, ” someone hisses in the room.
We both snap our gazes over to see Calder with his cock out, stroking himself and watching us. His eyes are filled with desire and angst. He wants to be smack dab in the middle of this.
“You enjoy seeing our mate well-fucked?” Osen asks as he sinks his fingers into my pussy, pressing his release back inside me.
“With all five of us, it’s going to be her constant state of being,” Calder says with a cocky grin.
“Looks like you could use some love too,” I say, beckoning him closer with hooded eyes and a curling finger.
“Come here. Both of you. On your knees,” Calder orders.
Osen and I share a surprised look because dom-Calder is fifty shades of hot.
“Wait,” he says with a wicked grin. “First, lick that cream from her pussy and bring it over here and use it when you suck my cock.”
I spread my legs wider, and Osen takes his sweet time, licking up his cum from my center. Then he knee-walks over to Calder. I follow right after, eager to see this play out and show them my love.
Calder presses the tip of his cock to Osen’s lips. “Paint my dick with your releases.”
Osen slides Calder deep inside his mouth and when he pulls back, Calder is slick with our essence.
Calder turns for me to take him in my mouth.
I taste the mixture of our salty, tangy sex and groan with the pure debauchery.
“Jade, up,” our phoenix orders.
I stand, and Calder claims my lips and dives in, savoring all of us. He grabs the back of Osen’s head and guides him to continue sucking his cock and taking him right to the root.
“Osen, you better feed off me, too. Understand?” Calder says with a commanding tone that sends shivers down my spine.
Osen swallows Calder into his throat like the pro he is and hums his agreement. His whole body swirls with shadows as his power is ignited by our lust.
Calder kisses me, running his hand down my body and squeezing my tits. Then he smacks my ass before coating his fingers in my slick and plunging them inside me.
I whimper against his mouth, and he consumes the sound.
“Goddess, yes.” He grunts. “I almost came when I was watching you together. But this is so much better.”
I notice Osen’s shadows aren’t binding Calder. He’s careful not to trigger his PTSD and keeps his touch light. And so do I. My hands are on his chest and bicep as he works up to his release.
“Fuck!” Calder shouts, thrusting into Osen’s face. After his ridiculously long climax subsides (thank you incubus power), he pulls Osen to his feet and pants with such joy. “I love you both so much.” And then we all three collide in a sloppy kiss.
As the sun rises, Flint returns from his patrolling and Maxum takes to the sky for his shift.
Flint smiles at me with my head in Calder’s lap and my feet in Osen’s as we relax on the couch. Calder’s fingers comb through my hair. Osen skims his hand up and down my legs.
“You all look cozy,” Flint says before dropping to his knees in front of the couch and giving me a gentle yet passionate kiss. “Hungry?” he asks as his finger traces along my neck to my cleavage.
“For food? Yeah.” I give him a wink. “I don’t have the energy to help, though.”
“No need, Heartstone.” Flint stands and walks over to the open kitchen. “We should be careful not to tire you so much that you can’t even stand.”
“I can probably stand, but I’d walk funny,” I say with a chuckle.
Osen smacks my naked ass and growls with approval when it jiggles in reverberation. When I glance at his face, he snaps his jaws like he’s going to bite it.
Arran enters the room and pops Osen on the back of the head. “Biting her ass is my job, shadowcock.”
“I can bite her too,” Osen pouts.
Arran growls and lies on top of me, crushing all three of us. “Missed you,” he whispers over my lips as Osen and Calder try to extricate themselves from the couch.
Osen uses his shadows to lift both of us and then sets us down gently after he and Calder get to their feet.
Then Osen wraps his shadow tightly around Arran’s throat, leans down, and says over the shell of Arran’s ear, “You hit me again, and I’ll hold you down and fuck that pretty ass of yours.”
“Promises, promises.” Arran winks at me. “Jade might like that too much.”
Osen barks out a laugh and smirks. “Yeah, I can sense her arousal around that thought. But I’d rather have her or Calder now. No offense, puppy.”
Arran launches off me and at Osen. They tussle for a moment, getting out some pent-up energy. They break apart, splayed flat on the floor with wide grins on their faces.
Looks like some good ole fashioned Greek nude wrestling.
“I missed you, dickhead,” Arran pants out.
“Same.” Osen gets to his feet and gives Arran a hand up.
Flint is filling the dining table full of fruits and pancakes. I roll up to a sitting position and barely have time to stand before Arran has me in his clutches and sits down, placing me in his lap. It’s weirdly natural to be naked in front of them like this. And with Arran’s shifter body radiating more heat than a normal person, I’m mostly warm in the slightly chilly house.
Arran grins with pride to be the one feeding me, but the others offer me bites from their plates as we eat.
With a bit of food in me, I find I’m regaining my energy.
Then I wonder what rejuvenates my magic. I feel some part of me charging up with the feeling coming through my bonds. Can love power me?
I muse aloud, “I don’t have just one kind of magic in me, but three. Does that mean I have to use three different methods to charge each one?”
“Well, rest, time, and food will recharge almost all supes and witches.” Osen explains. “But it’s slow going and doesn’t help if you’re in a war zone.”
“Witches usually charge by the nature of their magic,” Arran adds. “For example, green witches need to be outdoors or gardening. Your witch heritage is from a lust witch, so you would be like an incubus—feeding off sexual energy and desire.”
“Hmm. Do you think that’s why I gravitated to writing smut?” I ask.
“Probably,” Osen agrees. “We should ask Maxum or Darius what might fuel your demon side.”
“And the electric mage stuff?” I ask.
“Lightning storms are the fastest, natural way,” Arran answers. “My old Shadowcraft Academy professor said that electric mages can also use power outlets from the human realm in a pinch, but that can be dangerous.”
“But any friction or spark of energy will do to some extent,” Osen adds. “Like churning water or a spark of fire. Winds. Even the sun. Hell, maybe even fucking. It’s one of the more versatile powers. Some of the more powerful mages have been able to pull magic from the ethers to recharge.”
“Cool.” I study my hands and wonder what kind of power I can channel.
“Speaking of which… How are you doing since you’ve recharged your magic?” Arran asks Osen.
“Surprisingly good.” Osen flexes his hands. “Almost as good as before.”
“I’m feeling strong enough to travel.” I slide off Arran’s lap and stretch. “We can head back to Amira’s place now.”
“First, we need to finish our errands and grab some more supplies,” Flint reminds me as he comes up behind me and wraps his arms around my waist, holding me close. He’s so solid that it feels like I have the strength of an entire mountain at my fingertips.
I glance down at my body and remember my clothes were torn in my fight with Rob, and then further destroyed by my passionate lovers. “Uh, I’ll need clothing for a public appearance.”
“Oh, yeah. Maxum grabbed some clothes for you from the lake house before we left.” Arran guides me down the hallway, pulling me away from Flint. “I’ll help you shower and dress you.”
“ I’m capable of doing these things.” But I grin happily after my half-hearted protest, because doing them with Arran sounds much more fun than alone.
“Hmm.” Arran rubs his chin thoughtfully, but with a mischievous gleam in his eyes. “Not sure if you’ve recovered yet. I should be there to supervise.”
He herds me into the bathroom like a border collie. I can’t stop laughing at his antics. I love this silly side of my werewolf. And I sense he loves the idea of playing and having me alone for a moment.
This brings up an issue that I’ve only had to deal with as a Why Choose author, but now I must juggle in my real life. How to make sure I give so many men my attention.
I worry again that I’m going to fail at this. I could barely handle one guy, even if he didn’t really want to be around me much.
“Hey, sweet mate.” Arran brackets me in with his muscular arms against the sink vanity. He presses his forehead to mine. “Don’t fret.”
“Do you know how I’m feeling?” I ask, meeting his golden gaze.
“Yeah. Mate bond and all that.”
I avert my eyes, feeling crappy. “I should tune in more to our bond. Also protecting you from my emotions. It’s like I’m on a rollercoaster lately.”
He places a finger over my lips and gives me a sad smile. “Don’t hide your emotions from me. It’s my role as a mate to be there through all of it.”
“I’m messing up this mate thing.”
“My moon, I only have you to focus on. You have five bastards with all our chaos and baggage. I’m happy you’ve been able to block out our possessive, violent minds over the last couple of days, especially as we dealt with Rob.”
“But I didn’t mean to!” My head drops to his broad shoulder.
“Sweetheart, we are all charged up with emotions and with our mate bonds clicking into place. Once we settle into them, we’ll find our rhythm. Osen just returned from the dead. Calder just got the pieces of his soul back. Of course, you’re going to be there for them. I suspect you’ll give a big chunk of your energy to Maxum when you finally solidify things between you two. It’s the nature of this dynamic.”
“Logically, I know you’re right.” I say, and he puffs out his muscular chest. “But please let me know when you need me,” I plead.
“Wolf shifters are very touch oriented. Even a brush of your hand or a snuggle will ease a lot of my tension. And when I need more, I’ll just chase your plump ass down and fuck you in the woods.”
I burst out in laughter. “Deal.”
“And the same goes for you.” He snags my gaze and holds me hostage with his golden eyes. “Come to me with anything you need. To talk, to snuggle, to fuck. Whatever it is.”
Through my bonds, I sense Flint’s love enveloping me, echoing Arran’s sentiment. I idly wonder how it will feel when all the bonds are fully formed. Will I be overwhelmed? Or will it become as natural as breathing?
Arran turns on the shower to let it warm up, which is instantly.
“Wow. Fae plumbing is great!”
He guides me into the shower stall. “This one has a few great spells on it.”
Arran proceeds to make me properly filthy and then ensures I have all my bits clean before we get back out.