Wrath of the Gods (Magic Blessed Academy Book 3) Page 6

  And whether I was more than just a wild magic user, whether I had powers beyond that, he still wasn’t going to listen to someone like me.

  In fact, if he knew I had powers that allowed me access to the godly realm, he probably would’ve killed me already.

  “Yeah. I…” Eden swallowed. “I think you might be right about that.”

  “Putting myself out there at the ceremony for the challenge was bold. And, like Dean Frost said, a little foolhardy.” I huffed a sardonic laugh. “I knew that from the beginning. But it’s the only way out that I could see. I had to take the power away from them, and though this didn’t fully take it away, it gave us some power back.”

  “How much power?” she asked quietly.

  We reached the landing for the floor where our dorm rooms were located, and I stopped, turning to face my friend. “I don’t know. It all depends on how many people will agree to stand with us.” I snorted. “And it’ll also depend on how many people stand against us.”

  Merrick ran a hand through his short blond hair. “It all comes down to fear in the end.”

  “Ye got that right.” Lachlan snorted. “Fear of the gods; fear of death; fear of the unknown. People do crazy things when they’re scared.”

  I grinned at him. “Let’s just hope it’s good-crazy, like joining us in a fight where the odds are stacked so high against us that not even an obsessive gambler would take this bet.”

  He cocked an eyebrow at me. “Hey, ye know I’m that kinda crazy.”

  “And that’s why I love you.”

  He chuckled. Then his expression grew serious again. “Ye did say that Ryker’s against Omari. Maybe there are other gods who are too. It doesn’t seem like he rules by true loyalty as much as by fear.”

  “So isn’t that a reason not to go up against him?” Eden pressed. “He’s strong. Stronger than any of us—any of them—and no one can unseat him.”

  I shook my head. “I’m not trying to unseat him. I don’t want to get involved in the politics of the godly realm, and I’m not looking to stage a coup. But I want to face my enemy head-on instead of fighting mirages for the rest of my life. We might as well stand with our heads high and show them we won’t go down without a fight.”

  Eden took a deep breath. I could tell it was taking every ounce of willpower she had, but she straightened her spine, lifting her head high before she nodded at me. “Then if you’re building an army to take on the gods, consider me your first recruit.”

  Without thinking, I reached out and pulled her into a tight hug. She stiffened a little, and I could tell she was surprised by the gesture. Hell, I was surprised by it. I’d never been the most touchy-feely person, but a lot had changed in my life over the past year and a half. If I was about to fight and possibly die beside this girl who had become my unlikely friend, I could hug her too.

  She wrapped her arms around me, drawing a deep breath before stepping back. “Okay. I’ll start talking to other students. Try to rally support. Tomorrow, we can start planning our strategy for the challenge.”

  “Sounds good. Thanks, Eden.”

  She nodded, then headed down the hall toward her dorm room.

  The rest of us started walking again too, and I followed the men toward Merrick’s bedroom, barely paying attention to my surroundings.

  I may have soothed some of Eden’s fears, but my own anxiety was building by the second. The reality of what I had done up on The Hill was overwhelming, threatening to rise up and engulf me.

  The men continued to talk in low voices as we stepped into Merrick’s room, and when the door shut behind me, I stood just inside the room, gazing at all three of them. My heart thudded out a wild rhythm in my chest as they noticed my silence and turned to look at me.

  “Aria?” Trace’s brows pulled together. “You okay?”

  “Do you need something?” Merrick asked, taking a step forward.

  “Yes.” I swallowed. Fear of losing these men made my heart ache, made my stomach twist painfully.

  “What, lass?” Lachlan asked. “What do ye need?”

  “I need you to fuck me. I need you to fuck me like you mean it.”

  Chapter Nine

  For a moment, my words just hung in the air, filling the space between all of us with an electric energy.

  There was so much to be done, so much at stake. We had set ourselves on a path where the odds of survival were slim—but at least they were better than none. I could live with that, and I would fight as hard as I could with these men by my side.

  But first, I needed to remind myself that for the moment, at least, they were still mine.

  We still had each other.

  Bright blue eyes, green eyes, and amber eyes all regarded me, powerful emotions churning in all of them.

  Then the men moved.

  In a flash, Lachlan was on me, his arms coming around my waist and sweeping me up. I was airborne for a few seconds as he strode toward the bed, and then I was tossed down on Merrick’s soft mattress. My body bounced a little, and before I could even sit up, the other two men were there, lips and teeth brushing over my skin.

  Merrick grabbed my chin in his large hand, angling my head as he kissed me deeply. When he pulled back, there was a wicked hungry gleam in his eye.

  “I hope you know what you just asked for, Aria,” he murmured.

  Then he was sliding off the bed again, disappearing from my view as Lachlan took his place. The burly Irishman licked and sucked a path up my neck as Trace kissed my lips, sliding his tongue against mine in a way that made my toes curl.

  “Scoot her up on the bed.”

  Merrick’s voice penetrated the fog of need in my mind, and the two men on either side of me moved quickly, lifting me up and setting me back down higher up on the mattress. When my gaze found Merrick again, my eyes widened as a flood of arousal dampened my panties. He had his hands spread wide in front of him, and extending between both of his palms was a length of shimmering magical rope.

  My attention flicked from it to him and back again, and I tugged my bottom lip between my teeth as I remembered his promise that he and my two other boyfriends would tie me up someday.

  By all appearances, that day had arrived, and as Merrick climbed up onto the mattress with us, I moaned softly.

  He gave a pleased grin as he caught both of my wrists in one hand, then began wrapping the magical rope around them. The binds held tight, but they didn’t chafe like an actual rope might have. They were stronger than any ordinary rope could ever be though, and when he tied my hands to the headboard, I could feel the power of the binds.

  When he was satisfied with his work, he drew away, sitting back on his heels just like the other two men were doing. They were all staring down at me with hungry, possessive gazes, and it made every inch of my skin flush.

  Just as it had after I told them to fuck me, silence fell over us once again. After the flurry of activity, the moment of calm only ratcheted up the tension in the room even higher, and my lower half felt flushed and swollen with need.

  I wanted them to move. I wanted them to fuck me in every possible configuration and position they could think of. If I’d been able to move freely, I would’ve slid my hands down my own body, massaging and teasing my breasts before spreading my legs and fingering my clit, showing them exactly what I wanted.

  But I couldn’t move.

  I couldn’t do anything but wait, absorbing their stares and trying not to spontaneously combust.

  “Fuckin’ hell,” Lach finally groaned. His pants were tented over his straining erection, and his voice was a tortured rasp.

  Good. At least I wasn’t the only one being driven out of her mind by need.

  “You want us to fuck you like we mean it, Ari?” Merrick asked. He was watching me with glittering eyes, and the dark promise in their depths made me even wetter.

  “Gods, yes.”

  One corner of his lips quirked up in a devastating smile. Then he leaned over me, grabbed the hem of my
shirt, and ripped. The flimsy material gave way under his strength, tearing cleanly all the way up the front until it split into two halves. My shocked gasp made my breasts rise and fall, and with a groan, Trace shoved my bra cups down, letting the aching mounds spill free.

  Lachlan’s hands made a path down the flat plane of my now bare stomach, and when he reached my pants, he deftly flicked open the button and dragged down the zipper. The pants and panties slid down my legs, and he stopped only long enough to tug off my shoes before pulling the garments the rest of the way off.

  Trace and Merrick explored every inch of my upper body as Lach worked his way back up my legs. I lifted my head off the bed a little to deepen my kiss with Trace, wanting to wrap my arms around his back but unable to. I groaned into his mouth as Merrick pushed my breasts together, massaging them with a rough touch that straddled the line between pleasure and pain.

  When Lachlan’s mouth finally worked its way back up my leg, I bowed off the bed as his tongue found my pussy. His strokes were confident and sure, no teasing or slow build—he lapped at me like a cat who had finally found the cream.

  Sensation shot through me like sparks dancing in the air, and I wrapped my legs around Lach’s head like I was trying to pin his face to my pussy. To keep him right where he was forever. My arms jerked uselessly at the binds that held me as I undulated my hips against the onslaught of Lachlan’s tongue.

  “That’s it, Snow.” Trace nipped at my bottom lip. “Let go. Just let go.”

  I had never been restrained during sex before, and as frustrating as it was not to be able to touch what I wanted when I wanted, out of that frustration came a heightened awareness of everything the men were doing to me.

  I was at their mercy.

  Completely subject to their whims and desires.

  And I was about to come all over Lachlan’s face.

  “Oh, fuck,” I muttered, the words sounding plaintive and desperate even to my own ears. “Fuck. Fuck, I’m gonna…”

  And then it was too late to warn them. It was too late to say anything. The pleasure that had been building inside me spiked, and I thrashed on the bed as I came hard and fast.

  Lachlan didn’t seem to mind one bit that despite my restraints, I wasn’t holding nice and still like a good girl. He looped his hands around my thighs, holding on to me and lifting my lower body off the bed as he continued to swirl his tongue over my clit, sucking on the hard bud until I gave a full-throated scream.

  As the last shudders of the orgasm quaked through my system, I gasped for breath. Trace was still torturing my nipple with his tongue, and Merrick’s face was buried in the crook of my neck as he breathed deeply against my skin, as if inhaling my very essence. My lower body was suspended off the bed, still held up by Lachlan’s tight grip, and I could feel my chest rising and falling with every deep inhale and exhale.

  When Lach finally lifted his face from my pussy, I expected to see his usual signature smirk. But instead, his green eyes blazed with an inner light, and his expression was hungry and deadly serious.

  “Untie her from the bed,” he instructed Merrick. “Then bind her hands again. Behind her back.”

  The authoritative rumble of his voice made my pussy spasm again, another little aftershock cascading through me.

  Merrick nodded and leaned over me, shifting his magic so that the rope released its hold on the headboard. The magical bindings fell away from my wrists, and in a flash, Lachlan flipped me over onto my stomach. Then Trace and Merrick were tugging off my bra and my shredded shirt before gathering my hands again, and I felt the warmth of the magical rope wrapping around my wrists once more.

  Lach’s large hands found my hips, and he hauled my ass up into the air, leaving my upper body draped over the bed as I balanced on my knees.

  “Oh, hell.” Trace let out a shuddery breath. “You look fuckin’ incredible like this, Ari.”

  I whimpered, craning my neck to catch glimpses of the men as the rustle of clothing filled the room. When they were all as naked as I was, I felt hands on my body again, broad palms skating over the curves and dips of my form. I could feel arousal dripping from me, slicking my thighs as I tried to imagine what the men were seeing.

  “Please,” I muttered, my pussy throbbing with each image that popped into my head. “Please, I need you.”

  I could practically hear the smile in Trace’s voice. “You need us? I’m about to fuckin’ die, Snow. My cock is never gonna forgive me if I don’t bury it inside you in the next few seconds.”

  His voice grew deeper and rougher as his hand traced the rounded curve of my ass. But instead of continuing down to my thighs, he stopped to massage my ass cheeks before pulling them apart gently. When his thumb circled the tight muscles of my back hole, I buried my face in the blankets on the bed and groaned, my hips bumping back against him, begging for more.

  “But I don’t want to rush this,” Trace continued, pressing his thumb deeper, letting me feel the delicious pressure of fullness there, taunting me with what he could give me. “Because I want your ass. I want to feel you squeeze me so tight while you suck Merrick. Can you do that, Snow? Do you want to?”

  I nodded, the movement hampered by the way my upper body was draped over the bed. But none of the men seemed to have any confusion about what I wanted. The mattress shifted a little as one of them moved, and a second later, something cool and wet dripped down between my ass cheeks.

  Trace replaced his thumb with a finger, then two fingers, and I practically screamed into the blanket as I rode the sensations out.

  Lachlan’s fingertips found my clit as Trace continued to work his fingers in my back hole, and the stimulation of my already sensitive bud made my whole body shiver. I clenched and then relaxed, pushing back against Trace as he thrust deeper and deeper.

  “Gods, you’re tight. Are you ready for me?” he murmured.

  I nodded again, too lost in sensation to give a voice to what I so desperately needed. The wet noises of Trace coating his dick reached my ears, and a second later, he withdrew his fingers. Then he began to press his cock inside me.

  My hands were still bound behind me, my wrists resting against my lower back, and Trace grabbed them with one hand, keeping the other on my hips to steady me.

  When he was finally buried balls deep in my ass, Merrick came to sit on the bed in front of me. Lachlan helped lift my upper body just a bit, and Trace gripped my arms behind me, holding me up as I drew Merrick’s cock between my lips.

  It was a strangely terrifying and exhilarating sensation, giving someone a blowjob when I couldn’t even control my own movements. Lach and Trace kept a tight enough grip on me to make sure I didn’t faceplant on Merrick’s dick, and when Trace pulled out partway and then rocked forward, sliding back inside my ass, my lips slid down the length of Merrick’s cock.

  I shivered, my empty pussy clenching hard as all of us began to move.

  As I dragged my lips up and down Merrick’s stiff length, I glanced up at him through my eyelashes. He was gazing at me with hooded eyes, an expression of such pure want on his face that it made me moan softly.

  He must’ve heard it, or maybe he felt the vibrations on his cock. He met my gaze, his hips pressing up as he fucked my mouth just like Trace was fucking my ass.

  “You look so damned perfect like this, Ari,” he gritted out. “Like you were meant just for us. Like we were meant for you.”

  I moaned again, unable to put words to all the feelings raging through me, even if I had been able to speak.

  Trace began to thrust a little harder and faster, and Merrick’s cock hit the back of my throat as Lach and Trace continued to hold me up.

  “Fuck. Oh gods, I’m gonna come…”

  The blond man’s abs contracted as his cock pulsed inside my mouth, and I slid my tongue along the vein that ran the length of his cock, then closed my lips around him again and sucked hard.

  He exploded in my mouth, salty cum spurting onto my tongue. I swallowed quickly,
then kept licking and sucking him until he finally grunted and pulled away from me, his wet shaft slipping from my mouth.

  Without hesitation, Trace wrapped an arm around my waist, lifting my upper body before it could collapse back onto the bed. My back rested against his front, my arms trapped between us, as he slowed his strokes in my ass, pulsing into me with small, shallow thrusts.

  He was close too. I could feel it in the way he seemed to have grown impossibly thicker and harder. But he was trying to hold off, to make this last longer.

  “I want to feel how tight you can get,” he murmured in my ear, his breath uneven. “I want to feel what it’s like when Lach is inside you too.”

  My body sparked at his words, and I nodded desperately as Lachlan moved in front of me, on his knees just like Trace and I were. The Irishman’s fat cock brushed against my lower belly, and I leaned toward him, wishing desperately that I could wrap my arms around him.

  But when his lips caught mine in a fierce kiss, I forgot all about the binds restraining me. Fire lashed through my body, and when he fisted his cock and dragged the slick head over my sensitive clit, I cried out into his mouth. He found my entrance and pushed inside, groaning as his thick length filled me up.

  “Gods, ye feel so damn good, sweetheart.”

  Trace gave a muffled grunt behind me that was some kind of agreement, and the two men began to move in alternating strokes, one drawing out while the other plunged inside. I was suspended between them, impaled by them and supported by them, and I could feel their desire for me in every movement, every breath.

  I lost myself in a haze of pleasure as first Lachlan and then Trace kissed me, and when I caught sight of Merrick watching the three of us, fisting the base of his still-hard cock, my whole body locked up.

  A sound that was part groan and part sob fell from my lips as a deep pleasure radiated through my entire body. I was pinned between the two men, but my body writhed anyway, as if the sensations crashing through me were too much for one person to contain.

  “Shite. Oh, fuck.”

  Grabbing my face with one hand, Lachlan kissed me hard, plunging his tongue into my mouth to stroke against mine as he throbbed inside me, filling me up with his cum. A second later, Trace held my hips in a bruising grip and ground his hips against my ass, biting down on the junction of my neck and shoulder as he came too.