Wrath of the Gods (Magic Blessed Academy 3)

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.”