Chapter 15
Reva
Aster’s lips are soft yet demanding as they slant against mine, learning their feel and their shape. He rises, grabbing the fabric bag of books and throwing it over his shoulder as he reaches for my hand. I don’t quite judge it right and wind up brushing my palm over his rapidly hardening cock.
I freeze.
He freezes.
I’m the first to regain movement, pushing up until we’re face to face again, then leaning closer until my lips are brushing the shell of his ear. “Come with me.”
I lead him along the hallway and down the stairs until we’re in my empty bedroom. We’ve barely taken a step inside before Aster’s spinning on his heel and kissing me like he’s suffocating and I hold the only air he can breathe.
Something twinges inside me. It’s close to the same strange sense of rightness that meant the mate bond made perfect sense.
That left us all accepting it without question.
Aster then pulls back with a quick grin as my knees buckle and he presses me back onto the bed until we’re a tangle of kisses and limbs and unsynchronised movement.
“I don’t know what I’m doing,” he murmurs against my lips.
“I barely know either,” I tell him with a low huff of laughter.
He kisses me slowly, peeling my shirt over my head and sucking in a sharp breath as he reveals my peaked nipples.
“Oh, shit.” The voice behind Aster has me letting out a squeak as the door opens. Torin stands in the doorway.
“What’s up?” Kit appears beside him, his eyes going comically wide as he takes in the state of us with Aster hovering over my topless body, shielding me from view.
“Seems like we’re interrupting. Come on,” Torin says.
“Wait.” The word comes out before I know what I’m saying. “Don’t go.”
They both step inside, closing the door with a firm click. “Are you sure?” Torin asks.
“You’re willing to do this for power. And you were willing back when we thought it was fated,” I say, sitting up and licking my lips, enjoying the way their eyes darken as they take in the movement. “How about just because we want to? Because we choose to?”
Kit takes a step closer, and then he’s bounding onto the bed in an instant. “I certainly choose to want you, sweetheart. As long as you choose to want a broken fool like me.”
“Of course, I want you,” I tell him.
“Then it’d be an honour.” Kit nibbles along my neck, pressing kisses and murmuring sweet words. “Your skin tastes so good. It makes me desperate to know how the rest of you tastes.”
I tilt my head back, giving him easier access as I surrender to his touch for a moment, catching sight of Aster’s trousers where they’re straining at the crotch.
“Torin?”
“Of course.” He steps closer, stripping off his clothes with no hesitation, almost as though he’s been waiting for this moment.
All of it fades into a dull buzz as my body takes over as Torin pulls me into a hot, hard kiss.
His lips devour mine as he rumbles out a sound from deep in his chest. Aster’s hands roam along her sides, resting on my hips before he grips my arse, nearly losing my mind as he lets out a feral groan as I press myself up against him.
Kit then begins to move beside me, his hands tracing around to my front. He gently palms my breasts and then teases my nipples, earning a little gasp that Torin swallows eagerly. Then I twist, kissing Kit over my shoulder.
“You feel so good, just like this,” he murmurs to me. “I’ve missed you, sweetheart.”
I snort, twisting in the other direction and pressing a kiss to Aster’s chest, right over his heart. Meeting his eye with a smirk, I respond to Kit, “How can that be, when you barely remember the past few weeks?”
“I’ve missed all the moments we could have had,” he says. “And I suppose we’ll just have to make up for it.” He kisses my neck. “On our knees.” Another kiss. “Between your legs.”
I let out a fevered little moan against my jaw as he presses kisses right the way along until he reaches my ear, which he nips with his teeth.
I’ve missed the closeness. The sense of connection, not just the dead space where our bond once sat, but the everyday moments.
I’ve missed talking to Aster in our own private language and always feeling understood.
I’ve missed sharing a drink with Kit while he regales me with stories about people I’ve never met and places I haven’t been.
I’ve missed sitting opposite Torin while he peers at me over his readers, looking every inch the sexy, slightly dishevelled and terribly handsome grandpa.
“I missed you too,” I reply to Kit, then glance up at Torin and Aster. “All of you.” I suck in a breath. “And I want you all. I know that’s probably not fair. Not when there’s only one of me and—”
“We don’t care,” Kit murmurs without skipping a beat.
“Not an issue,” Aster adds.
“You can orgasm more than any of us, so it stands to reason you need more than one male to keep you satisfied,” Torin says.
I... that actually makes a lot of sense. Not that I’ve ever felt this pull to multiple ‘someones’ before.
Not to anyone, really. Not in the same way.
Maybe it’s the memory of Aster’s magic messing with my head. But it’s left my heart and my clit both beating harder for these men.
... that’s a thought I immediately relegate to a deep dark corner of my brain, where it’ll never see the light of day again.
“Are you certain though, Reva?” Torin growls, leaning forward so that the blanket falls into a heap, revealing his bare chest. “Even if this is just a bit of fun to you or to blow off steam, you need to be sure. I’m not sure I can—” He cuts himself off with a hard, audible swallow, and my chest squeezes painfully at the reminder that he thought I was dead.
“I’m certain,” I tell him, my stomach flipping over as he closes his eyes briefly.
“And it’s not just a bit of fun to me.” I fight the urge to duck my head.
I’m no coward, and they deserve to hear the words from me, and for me not to shy away from them just because I’m baring myself to them. Making myself vulnerable.
“You mean more than that,” I tell them before letting out a slow, shaky breath. “Now, will one of you please kiss me?”
Not a second passes before I’m twisted and Kit scoops me into his arms, his hands on my arse. I wrap my legs around him as he kisses me long and hard, his tongue tangling with mine.
Over Kit’s shoulder, Torin’s eyes scan mine for a moment before he dips down to press his lips to mine in a slow, deliberate kiss. He tastes like sugar and spice, and I let out a little moan against his lips, feeling his chest vibrate in a grumble of satisfaction.
“Thought I might never get to hear that sound again,” he murmurs. “Or at least, not outside of my dreams. Now, close your eyes for me, my sweet.”
I don’t hesitate to follow his instructions, squeezing my eyes tightly shut with a delicious shiver as he trails his fingertips over my collarbone and between my breasts, trailing over my clothes to my thighs where he pauses.
“You’re wearing too many clothes,” he says.
I stifle a smirk as I wriggle out of my trousers, and I hear the three different reactions when they realise I’m not wearing underwear.
“Oh, sweetheart, you’re everything I imagined and more,” Kit says.
“So gorgeous,” Aster adds.
The sheets are soft against my hypersensitive skin, and I lean back, eyes hungrily raking over the three of them. “Your turn.”
There’s movement on the mattress as Torin shifts behind me and the other two start to strip out of their clothes.
They’re all so different: Kit with his lean form, Torin and his bulk, and Aster with his newly filled out muscles and the scars that are scattered across his flesh. All are equally gorgeous.
“How should we do this?” I say softly, eyes scanning from one to the next. Although Torin’s still behind me, running his fingers up and down my spine.
“How’s about we play a little game?” he rasps into my ear. “Would you trust us to keep your eyes covered?”
Aster climbs onto the bed beside me, kissing my temple, my cheek, my jaw. He keeps moving along until he reaches my nipple, which he draws into his mouth all while he keeps his eyes focused intently on my face. I squirm and his lips quirk up in a devastating half-smile.
“Reva?” Torin chuckles.
“Y-yep, I trust you,” I gasp as Kit appears on my other side, kissing my other breast and plucking my nipple until my clit pulses with the sensation.
Then there are hands shifting me and tying something soft around my eyes, blocking out the last of the light.
The scents of cloves, cinnamon and sugar invade my nostrils as someone runs their hand over my stomach, trailing down to my soaked pussy.
Their touch is a tease, barely enough movement and friction to feel anything, and I lift my hips, seeking more sensation.
Someone else’s hand circles my ankles, tugging them wider apart.
A thrill of excitement goes through me right the way up my spine as more hands run up and down my legs. Then there’s a tongue licking my clit in slow circles while another mouth sucks on my nipple.
Their movements are so different, but they somehow work in sync.
Lips meet mine and I can tell that the person kissing me like they’re trying to devour me whole is Torin.
The person mouthing my nipple is doing it with care, but just enough bite to send me wild.
The tongue at my clit continues to circle and shift without mercy.
They widen and then narrow their tongue, just like they’re whispering words I can’t hear against my sensitive bundle of nerves.
I moan against Torin’s lips as he murmurs soft words of encouragement.
“So beautiful. You’re doing so well for us.”
Then there are fingers pushing inside my soaked entrance and Kit lets out a groan of satisfaction.
“Gods, sweetheart, you are drenched for us.”
The tongue at my clit doesn’t let up its movement, and as I focus on it, I realise Aster is spelling out words against my flesh again. Our own secret language.
“Aster, oh Mother Ocean, that feels so good. I thought you said you hadn’t done this in a while?”
Then he sucks my clit into his mouth, and my toes curl as a wave of blinding heat rolls through me.
“I want to make it good for you,” Aster murmurs, his words thick against my flesh as he doesn’t let up.
The vibrations of his voice are enough to send a second wave of fizzing heat through me, and I squirm as Kit pushes a second finger inside me and begins to fuck me with them.
The sound of my own arousal fills the room, and I suck in gasped breaths as my inner walls immediately start to pulse around Kit’s fingers.
Golden sparks appear behind my closed eyelids as a rolling wave of pure sensation makes its way down my left side as I come hard.
“That was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” Kit murmurs. “The only thing better would be looking into your eyes as you come.”
“I need someone inside me. Right now,” I pant as I struggle to catch my breath. “And Torin, I want to taste you.” My voice comes out husky with desire.
Torin sucks in a breath, his finger tracing my lower lip and I flick out my tongue to catch the tip before sucking it into my mouth.
“Please?”
He groans right as his chest rumbles with a little growl. “Fuck. You never need to beg with me. Not unless that’s something you like.”
I lick my lips then part my lips in invitation as he lets out another agonised groan. Then there’s a thick hard cock brushing gently against my lips. He’s already leaking pre-cum and I lap at the tip, earning myself another grumble of satisfaction.
“That’s it. I want the taste of me all over your tongue as the others fill your gorgeous cunt and suck on these pretty little nipples,” he growls.
Ohh Torin has a way with words when he wants to. Someone pushes my legs even wider and then pushes inside me, my soaked entrance letting them slide right in without issue. There’s a little masculine grunt of surprise as they fill me up.
I didn’t realise I’d enjoy being blindfolded so much. Not knowing which part of me will be touched next, or by whom, has left a whole other level to the sensations running riot in my body. Torin gyrates his hips a few times, and I relax my jaw to take him deeper.
Whoever’s filling my pussy right now slides in and out a few times before pulling out entirely, and then it’s another, slightly girthier cock that’s pressing inside and fucking into me. They move in and out a few times while fingers circle my clit and there’s a guttural moan.
“You feel so good.”
Then they pull out, and the second cock takes over, moving in and out. Over and again, they switch places while Torin fucks my mouth, gently at first until I tell him I can take more. After that, he cups my jaw and starts to fuck in and out properly, grunting and letting out growled encouragement.
“So good. You’re taking me so well. I’m going to fill you up past these pretty lips, just like I’ll fill your cunt one day soon.”
In no time at all, I’m spiraling into another peak as a tingling warmth cascades over me, taking me under in a wave of pleasure so intense I forget how to breathe.
“Reva,” Aster stutters my name before coming deep inside me, right as I feel the heat of Kit coming all over my belly.
Torin groans feverishly. “I’m going to come too.”
I swallow him eagerly as he unloads against my tongue and down my throat as I swallow eagerly.
Then, flopping back into a pile of mush on the blankets, I’m only vaguely aware of the mattress shifting as someone moves.
Then hands are gently wiping up the mess on my stomach and between my legs before someone removes the blindfold and Aster’s face appears with a rueful grin.
“Are you all right?”
“Mhm.” I’m about to force myself to sit up when Torin’s voice sounds from just outside the door.
“Hold up, where are you going?”
I sit up, confused and disorientated as I scoot to the edge of the bed.
“What’s happening? Where’s Kit?”
Torin’s face appears in the doorway, looking mystified and more than a little pissed off. “He just wandered out the door, absolutely stark-bollock-naked.”
Aster meets my eye as he tosses me my clothes, already shoving his own trousers back on. “We need to follow him.”