I’m not entirely sure why I’m asking Dray Eros for an assessment of what’s messed up or not. The shifter definitely skirts the fine line of crazy.

  “Nah,” he says, bringing my foot up to his mouth and nipping my big toe. “I’d think you were more messed up if you didn’t.”

  “Who’s messed up?” Beaufort asks, walking into the room with a large bowl in his hands. He comes to sit on the arm of my chair, handing me the bowl and a spoon. In the bowl rests a ball of something brown colored. “Chocolate,” he explains. I dig my spoon into the substance. It’s harder than I expected. I scoop up a little and bring it to my mouth. “Be warned. It’ll be cold.”

  But despite that warning, it still takes me by surprise, that and the delicious, sweet flavor.

  “Briony thinks she’s messed up because she wants to fuck all of us,” Dray says, kneading my feet again.

  “That isn’t what I said.”

  “But it’s what you were thinking.” He winks. “Tell me, Kitten, how exactly did that blood-sucking professor touch you? I’m dying to hear the details.”

  I take a large scoop of the ice cream, shove it in my mouth and peer sideways at Beaufort.

  “Ahh, don’t worry about him,” Dray says, “he may pretend he isn’t into all of that stuff, but trust me, Kitten, he is. He wants to hear as much as I do.”

  I shake my head. “He doesn–”

  “I do,” Beaufort says, and when I turn again to look at him, I find his features have darkened. It makes me shiver.

  I squirm on the chair a little, taking the excuse of another mouthful of ice cream to work out what the hell I’m going to tell them.

  “Are you embarrassed, Kitten?” Dray asks. “Because you didn’t seem at all embarrassed when I had my tongue up your pussy.”

  “Jeez,” I mumble.

  “How did he make you come?” Beaufort asks me, his silver eyes so smoldering, it’s enough to make a girl light-headed.

  “The first time or the second?” I ask, finding a little flirtatious courage and licking my tongue around the spoon.

  “The first,” Beaufort says.

  “He kissed me,” I swallow, “and then he had his hands on my ass and he was grinding me against him, against his …”

  “Cock,” Dray chimes in helpfully.

  I bite my lip and nod, electricity flickering around my body at the memory of it.

  “And that made you come?” Beaufort says, “just rubbing himself against you like that?”

  “Yes,” I breathe.

  “So fucking sensitive,” Dray growls, tickling my feet. “I love how sensitive you are.”

  “Now, tell us about the second time, little thrall,” Beaufort instructs.

  I lose myself in those silver eyes.

  “He carried me over to my bed and then he slid his fingers inside me and made me come while he sucked on my throat.”

  “Fuck, yes,” Dray mutters, stroking his hands up my calves. “You like reliving it, don’t you, Kitten? You like telling your protectors all about it.”

  I hesitate, then nod.

  “And I like it too,” Dray says, “I’m so hard listening to you talk about it.” He takes my hand and then he’s dragging me off the chair and has me straddling his lap. I can discern just how hard he is. “You feel that, little Kitten? Can you feel how hard you’ve made me?”

  “Yes,” I say, rotating my hips and grinding against him.

  “Fuck,” Beaufort mutters from above us.

  “You wanna ride that cock, Kitten?” Dray growls. “You wanna ride that cock while Beaufort watches?”

  My breath hitches, and I glance behind me at Beaufort.

  “Ride him,” he commands.

  My belly swoops low. I can’t deny, I’m seriously turned on by the idea. But is it risky? Is this the kind of thing boys brag to their friends about? The kind of thing they do with you one night, only to kick you to the curb the next morning?

  But once again, I’m feeling reckless. All that grief I just spewed from deep with in me and now I want to feel alive, I want to feel wanted, I want to feel so good I fall apart.

  I reach up on my knees, allowing Dray to slide down the waistband of his sweats. His cock springs up and he grips it in the fist of his hand. I stare down at it, more heat stirring in my core.

  Inks are scribbled over his groin all the way down to the base of his cock. It’s fairer than Beaufort’s, his foreskin still intact, though pulled back tight. He’s a tad shorter than Beaufort, though thicker and the fuzz that covers his balls is slightly darker than the hair on his head.

  I reach under my skirt to hook my panties to one side and lower myself, hovering right above the tip of Dray’s cock.

  “Protection,” Beaufort snaps. Dray groans, clearly unhappy about that idea.

  I shake my head. “We don’t need it,” I say. “They gave me a contraceptive shot at the clinic.”

  “Fuck, yes,” Dray says, his eyes full of wickedness. “I’m going to pump you full, Kitten.” He takes a firm grip of my hips and drags me down onto his cock.

  The sensation has the both of us groaning and actual stars crashing against my vision as I ride him all the way down his shaft. There I stay, attempting to catch my breath as he grins up at me. For a moment I’m lost in the colors of his eyes and the sensation of fullness between my thighs.

  Then Beaufort growls behind us, “Move.”

  “Yeah, Kitten,” Dray purrs with a wink. “Ride me.”

  I’ve never done it this way before – although since this thing with the Princes started, I’ve definitely been fantasizing about it. I’ve heard girls talk about how good it is. How it hits all the right places, and when I rotate my hips and grind him inside me, I find that is true.

  Dray groans, a noise echoed by Beaufort.

  I peer over my shoulder at him, as Dray’s hold on me tightens, encouraging me to move faster, rising up his long shaft, and then slamming back down to the hilt.

  “Good girl,” Beaufort mutters, gaze locked with mine and everything in my core flutters in response.

  I remember that power I felt the first time I fell to my knees and took Beaufort into my mouth. This is the same. Dray may be moving me on top of him, but it’s me who has reduced this pair of powerful men, who has captured their attention, who dictates how far this will go.

  “That is a mighty fine view, Kitten,” Dray says, as I once again slam down onto him, crying out as I do. “You know what would make it even better?” I shake my head.

  “If you took off your top,” Beaufort says, his voice low and lustful.

  “Yeah, I wanna see those tits bounce as you ride me.”

  I lean forward resting my hands on Dray’s taut stomach and sinking my nails into his flesh.

  “Only if you take yours off too.”

  “That sounds like a bargain,” Dray says, rolling upwards so our bodies are flush together. Then he’s reaching down for the hem of my shirt, dragging it up my body.

  “Don’t stop, little thrall,” Beaufort says, and I grind against Dray as he snaps off my bra and yanks his own shirt over his head.

  Immediately, I feel the warmth of his skin against mine. He buries his nose in the crook of my neck, and I trace my fingers over the inks on his back, my breasts pressed against him, my nipples rubbing over the muscular planes of his chest.

  He nibbles at my throat, his fingers sinking into the cheeks of my ass and I follow the inks up his back to his shoulder, running the pads of my fingers over the gnarled scar of his shoulder.

  He gasps.

  “Does it hurt?” I ask.

  “No, Kitten. It feels good.”

  He takes my face in his hands and kisses me, thrusting his tongue deep into my mouth, then he’s reaching under my skirt, reaching between us to find my clit. He presses his thumb against it, magic humming, and I cry out again.

  “Gonna come, now, Kitten. Gonna come for me,” he nips at my ear, “and for him. Let’s give him a fucking good show.”

  Then he’s rolling back down and his magic vibrates against me.

  I buck up and down on his cock, my breasts bouncing with me, his magic vibrating my clit and the pressure inside me builds.

  “Ooooh,” I moan, leaning back and resting my hands on his strong thighs, thrusting my pussy forward, grinding against his thumb.

  “Such a good girl,” Beaufort groans.

  “So fucking good,” Dray says. He winks at me and then his magic sparks more violently against my clit. It’s too much, I come in a rush of feeling, my head falling backwards, my vision whitening and a hundred million sensations of pleasure swimming through every part of my body.

  Below me, Dray thrusts up into my convulsing pussy and then his cock twitches inside me and I feel the rush of something hot and liquid.

  His own head falls back against the floor, and for a moment shadows sparkle in the air around his body. His mouth curls into a sedated grin and he groans.

  “Fuck, yes,” he mutters, holding me firmly in place as his cock twitches again and again, more liquid flooding my pussy.

  Catching my breath, I peer over my shoulder, back towards Beaufort.

  He’s sitting in the center of the chair now, hands gripping the arms. There’s no color left in his eyes.

  “Come here, little thrall,” he says.

  Chapter Fifty-Seven

  Beaufort

  Dray rolls up, Briony still straddling his lap like a damn queen, and slurps his tongue right up her throat.

  “Go on,” he says, tweaking her left nipple, “be a good little kitten for once and do what he says, huh?”

  She gives him one of her bratty scowls but to my delight, scrambles up onto her knees and then stumbles up onto her feet. She’s giddy from her orgasms and that fucking, her skin damp with sweat and her cheeks flushed a rosy red.

  Dray flops back and tucks his hands behind his head, his now flaccid dick, resting against his thigh. My guess? With what I have planned for our little mate, he’ll be hard again in a minute.

  I hold out my hand and she pads towards me, wearing just her skirt and her panties.

  When she reaches out for my hand, I pull her right in close, so she’s standing between my knees. I reach up and cup her face, tracing my thumb over her kiss-swollen lips.

  “Fuck, you look wrecked, sweetheart. Fucking wrecked. Can I wreck you too?”

  She leans down and kisses my mouth, combing her fingers through my hair. I reach up to unhook her skirt and slide down her panties.

  I won’t lie. There’s something fucking erotic about sitting here fully clothed while she stands in front of me, completely naked. So often, I’ve felt out of control in her presence. Feelings I’ve never experienced before crashing around my body, dreams I’ve never wanted before swimming in my mind, desires I can’t resist tempting me beyond belief. Tonight, I’m in control. I know what I want and I’m going to take it.

  She pushes her tongue deeper into my mouth and I suck on it as my hands slip between her thighs, sticky with her arousal and Dray’s come. Because he fucked her without protection, got to feel inside her with no barrier.

  I want that too.

  I glide two fingers inside her. He’s already worked her loose and I reach all the way up, three-knuckles deep, brushing against the spot that has her legs shaking. I work at it until she’s tugging at my hair, and moaning right into my mouth.

  “Beaufort,” she murmurs against my lips and I have never heard anything so beautiful before. Like the sweetest of melodies. Haunting and precious.

  “Yeah, sweetheart,” I whisper back. “I got you. I always got you.”

  I take ahold of her hip and thrust my fingers in and out of her, hitting that spot each time; the sound wet. Her pussy walls flutter around my fingers and she grips on to me.

  “Come on, sweetheart,” I whisper. “Come on.”

  She whimpers, her eyelids flutter shut and her pussy clenches tight around my fingers, and then she comes, those pussy walls sucking at me hungrily.

  “Shit,” Dray says from the floor. “You’re so hot, little Kitten.”

  I break away from our kiss, and sweep back the loose strands of hair from her face.

  “That’s it, pretty mate. You’re doing so well.”

  “You’re not doing so badly yourself,” she says with a satisfied smile.

  “You know how I could be doing even better?”

  “How?”

  “If you climbed into my lap and rode me like you rode him.” I jerk my chin in Dray’s direction and squeeze her ass. “Think your pretty pussy could take being fucked like that again so soon after the last time?”

  “Yes,” she says.

  “Are you serious? The kitten can multiple-orgasm like she’s magic or something.” Dray chuckles. “She was made for multiple fuckings and multiple mates.”

  I place my hands back on the arms of the chair.

  “Okay then, sweetheart.”

  I smile at her wickedly and she understands.

  First, she unbuttons my shirt, sliding her hot hands over the contours on my chest followed by her nails. The scrape on my skin has me groaning. She grins and trails a finger all the way down the center of my chest, over my stomach and down to the waist of my pants. The sensation makes me shiver.

  She yanks at my belt, biting at her lip as she does, and threads down the zipper, then reaches inside my briefs to curl her fist around my cock.

  “Like that?” I ask.

  “Uh huh,” she murmurs.

  “Then come ride it, sweetheart.”

  “We’ve talked about this, Beaufort,” she says, with a wicked smile that reminds me of my bond brother. “You need to ask nicely.”

  “Little thrall,” I say with a grunt, thrusting my cock up into her fist, “please come sit on my lap, sink onto my damn cock and ride me like you rode him.”

  My cock still in her grip, she places one knee on the far side of my thigh and then the other knee on the opposite side. She hovers above me like a siren, the smell of her skin divine. I lean closer and suck her nipple into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the stiff point before nipping at it.

  She whimpers and sinks straight down on my cock like I asked.

  “Fuck,” I hiss, because it’s the first time we’ve done this without protection and I can feel so much more; the tight soft, sponge of her walls.

  “Beaufort,” she mutters like she did when my fingers were inside her.

  “That feel good, Kitten?” Dray asks. “You like his cock inside you?”

  “Yes,” she says, and as if to prove just how much she likes it, she grinds her hips, getting herself off on the feel of my cock.

  I’m not in control any more, she is, and I lay my head against the back of the chair and watch her. Her blonde hair’s shaken loose and it falls over her shoulder. Her skin is golden in the firelight. Her breasts voluptuous, her nipples pert and pink. My gaze trails down her body to where we’re combined, to where my cock disappears inside her. It looks so damn good.

  She grips my shoulders, her nails pinching my skin again, and then she’s lifting up and down my cock. Bouncing on me. It’s making her wild. Her face contorts with the intensity and the noises that fly from her mouth are unconfined.

  I like the way she’s unconcerned, unselfconscious. She takes her pleasure with no shame, no performance, no limits.

  We come together as Dray looks on. She milks my cock like she did my fingers as I fill her deep inside her cunt.

  When it’s over, she flops bonelessly into my arms and Dray comes to kneel before us, pressing kisses into the crook of her neck.

  “See, this is how things are meant to be,” I say. “Together.”

  “Sharing,” Dray growls.

  “Maybe you’re right,” she says. “But if you are, that means Thorne is meant to be a part of this too.”

  Chapter Fifty-Eight

  Thorne

  I meet her after dinner every evening for the next few days and accompany her out to the forest to spend time with Blaze. After what happened to her, I’m taking no risks.

  We don’t talk about that evening or the evening she came to our tower and confessed about her dalliance with Tudor. In fact, Briony seems to understand my silence and stays away from the topic of my bond brothers, the professor and our relationship altogether. Instead, she chatters away about inconsequential things – like the food in the canteen, her lessons that day and bits of gossip she’s picked up from her friends.

  Talk like this would usually get under my skin and irritate me. But I don’t mind listening to her talk. I like the sound of her voice. I like her presence. There’s an intimate feel about this routine we’re forming and as it’s the closest I’m going to come to intimacy with our thrall, I’ll happily take it.

  The little dragon – who is definitely no longer so little – soon understands and is there waiting for us under the trees. He’s excessively excited to see Briony each time, flying circles around her head and licking at her face, and though he seems to know not to come so close to me, he does seem happy to see me too, flitting my way and yapping at me excitedly.

  The days pass. I know she visits our tower but I stay away, locked in my room, trying my best not to think of what she’s doing with my bond brothers and failing miserably.

  The other students are more wary of me, Beaufort and Dray than usual. They know what happened to the Hardies’ thrall. They know that was us. There are also rumors flying about Dray and an altercation with the Hardies in their tower. One Dray denies, although he does so with a wicked grin and an exaggerated wink. I assume there is truth in it because the Hardies are staying out of our way too – mine especially. Whatever power grabs they have in mind have been put on hold for now.

  The mood in the academy shifts too. With the next trial only days away, people look more serious. There’s less chatter in classrooms, the pathways are solemn and quiet and once or twice I even spot students visibly shaking.

  And then it’s the evening before the trial and I am unnaturally unnerved.

  It isn’t the mood at the academy infecting my mood. It’s knowing that while any trial will prove straightforward, probably easy, for me, it will be anything of the sort for our mate.

 

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