Yes. Yes. I wanted that and so much more.
Lachlan fucked me for a few strokes, pushing my body even higher and making my clit throb with need as he slicked himself in my juices. Then he pulled out, and this time the feeling of emptiness was even more acute.
“Sit on Merrick’s cock, lass. Take him first, then me,” Lachlan grunted from behind me, and it was the only urging I needed.
Crawling forward, I straddled Merrick’s lean hips as Trace rose to his knees. The tattooed rock star watched with blazing eyes as I fisted Merrick’s cock and sank down onto it, my body practically shaking with need as my pussy welcomed him, stretching around his thick girth.
“Fuck, Ari. You feel so good,” Merrick murmured, gazing up at me. He reached up to brush his thumb over my nipple, making me hiss out a breath. “I can feel how turned on you are. How wet you are for us. We’ll give you everything you want.”
I nodded dazedly, not quite capable of speech at the moment. As I rolled my hips, riding Merrick’s cock, I felt Lachlan’s hands on my ass again, spreading my cheeks wide, baring my hole to him.
Bracing my hands on Merrick’s chest, I looked back over my shoulder. I couldn’t see the place where the fat head of Lach’s shaft pressed into me, but I could feel it. My entire body could feel it.
He was big, so much thicker and longer than his fingers, and as he pressed inside me in small pulses, my chest heaved with my desperate breaths.
Merrick’s thumb found my clit, and my mouth dropped open on a cry as pleasure shot through me like a bolt of lightning. I was already so close, my body burning for these men, that every stroke of his thumb against the little bundle of nerves made me shudder.
“Trace!” I gasped, and he was there before I finished speaking. He gripped my chin and turned my head to claim a kiss, and as his tongue slid into my mouth, Lachlan bottomed out inside me.
I kissed Trace like I was possessed, sucking on his tongue, biting at his lips, our teeth clashing together as the pain and pleasure of being so full threatened to overwhelm me. It was like nothing I had ever experienced before, and the slightest movement from either of the men who impaled me made sensations ricochet through me like a domino effect. Their cocks were separated by just a thin wall, and I was sure they could feel each other inside me as they slowly began to thrust, alternating strokes as they found a rhythm together.
Merrick was still playing my clit like a finely tuned instrument, and my entire lower body felt flushed and swollen with arousal.
Dragging my mouth away from Trace’s, I ran my lips down the side of his neck, over his tattooed chest, and down his stomach until I reached his shaft. It was smooth as velvet, still wet from when I had sucked him earlier, and so hard it looked almost painful. Craning my neck slightly to look up at him, I wrapped my lips around the tip, swirling my tongue over the soft skin.
He growled, shaking his head in something like awe, as I took him deeper. Merrick and Lachlan were fucking me in earnest now, and the sounds of our flesh colliding filled the training room, accompanied by increasingly loud whimpers, moans, and grunts.
Trace had been right to double up the protection spell on the door. Because they were going to do just what they’d promised.
They were going to make me scream.
“Let go, sweetheart. We’ve got ye.”
Lachlan’s voice was strained, but I believed every word he said. One of my hands rested on Merrick’s chest, and Trace was helping support me, keeping me in place between the two other men as I sucked and licked his cock, my free hand wrapping around the base.
I was completely at their mercy, and it was the first time in my entire life I had enjoyed that feeling. They filled me, stretched me, pounded into me, and every stroke made fire burn through my veins.
“Fuck. I can’t last much longer. Oh, Gods.” Merrick hips rose up in rhythmic thrusts, his cock driving into me, and when he pinched my clit between his thumb and forefinger, I screamed around Trace’s thick length.
The scream kept pouring out of me as I came like a runaway train, my ass and pussy both clamping down hard as shudders wracked my body. I pulled back from Trace’s cock, my fist pumping him desperately as I panted and sobbed out my release.
Behind me, Lachlan roared, surging into me one last time before he came hard too.
Merrick’s thumb kept working my clit, pushing my first orgasm into a second, as he pulsed inside me, flooding my womb with hot cum.
“Let me see those gorgeous tits, Ari.”
Trace’s command came through gritted teeth, and he took over, jerking himself roughly as I arched my back, jutting my breasts out. He let out a choked grunt as pearly white ropes coated my chest, stroking himself until he had spilled every drop.
Lachlan and Merrick were still buried deep inside me, and Lach wrapped an arm around my waist to keep me from collapsing as all the tension seemed to drain from my muscles at once.
Trace gazed down at me, tenderness mixing with the heat in his eyes as he took in the sight of me.
Marked by them.
Fucked by them.
Claimed by them.
“You’re it for me, Ari,” he murmured. “For all of us. No matter what happens at Magic Blessed, in the godly realm, or for the rest of my fucking life, I’ll never want anyone the way I want you.”
My lips curved up in an exhausted, sated smile.
I couldn’t have said it better myself.
Chapter Twenty-Two
“Yes! Very nice, Aria!” Professor Howes called out.
I flung my arms open wide, then clapped them back together, swinging my magical vines back and forth. I took several steps forward and ducked as the apparition that was supposed to be fighting me took a swing.
Instead of rising up to strike him, I lowered my hands and then brought them straight up over my head. My magical whip caught the apparition between the legs and split him right up the middle, slicing through his body as if he were made of warm butter.
The thing disappeared, and several people in the class clapped, including the professor.
“Very well done. Very well done, indeed,” Howes said.
Not to sound cocky, but I was kicking ass in this class.
I didn’t know if it was due to my time in the godly realm or my natural aptitude for magic, but I was doing incredibly well in my classes. Magic surged through me, as if part of the boost I’d gotten in the godly realm had stayed with me even when I came back, and I had complete control over it. My power over it had started to feel instinctual, and I felt stronger than I ever had before.
Merrick caught my gaze from across the room, his amber eyes glinting as he smiled at me. I grinned back, loving the look of pride on his face.
My three men were doing well in classes too, although none of them had improved by the same leaps and bounds I had.
For just a moment, my thoughts drifted to the Gods’ Challenge. Was it possible the challenge really was meant to help the students? If I thought about everything we’d gone through, every trial and tribulation, every strength that we gained from having to fight for our lives, it almost made sense. The deadly game forced us to use everything in us, to think quickly, and to recall every magical lesson we’d ever been taught. Without those skills…
“Without those skills, you’re as good as dead,” I mumbled to myself as I turned around, realizing that my logic was flawed.