Gift of the Gods (Magic Blessed Academy 1)
Trace’s voice was rough in my ear, and I could feel the proof of his words in the way he touched me—like I was something precious and miraculous.
I had been right all along to think that we were more than just a convenient team. We had all connected on a level that was far beyond anything so simple. We had been through hell and back, and we had come out the other side changed.
Bonded.
I found his lips again, and he responded to my kiss eagerly, sliding his hands up to sink into my hair close to my scalp as we stumbled across the moonlit room toward his bed. When the backs of his legs hit the mattress, he sank down onto it, hauling me up into his lap.
Our lips didn’t break apart as I straddled him, and our tongues battled each other for dominance as I undulated against him, feeling his cock harden between us. I rubbed myself along the length of it, swirling my hips as I moaned into his mouth. We were still separated by our clothes, but the fabric was soft and thin, and I could feel the heat of his cock against my pussy as we moved together.
“Gods, Aria,” Trace muttered, sounding half-drunk. “You have no idea how many times I wanted to do this over the past month.”
I thought of how many nights I’d lain by myself on the cold forest floor under our makeshift shelter, talking myself out of snuggling closer to one of the guys—or better yet, all three of them.
Fuck, we wasted so much time dancing around this thing between us.
No more.
“I have a pretty good idea,” I whispered, pulling back just enough to yank his shirt over his head, revealing his lightly glowing skin and the swath of shadowy tattoos that covered his chest. They were fucking beautiful—even the ones that’d been destroyed by the fire. Hell, maybe those ones in particular.
They made him different.
They marked him as a survivor.
“Ah, fuck, Snow. When you look at me like that…”
Trace trailed off, biting his lip. Then he leaned in to kiss me again as he untied my robe, slipping it off my shoulders and letting it drop to the floor. He plucked at the straps of my tank with two fingers and dragged them down my arms, baring my breasts to the cool air.
His lips broke away from mine to map a path down my neck, across my collarbone, and over the swell of my breasts. When he licked one nipple with the flat of his tongue, I shuddered.
“Damn, I missed these.”
His voice was muffled as he worshipped my breasts, switching from one to the other, licking, sucking, and biting as his hands squeezed the tender flesh.
“Stupid collapsing cave.” He pressed the mounds together and ran his tongue up the line of my cleavage. “Fuck it. I don’t care if the whole school comes crashing down. I’m not stopping this time.”
“Are you talking to me or my boobs?” I asked, although the teasing tone I was going for was somewhat ruined by the way my breath hitched as he bit down on one of my nipples.
Truthfully, I didn’t care. And I didn’t want him to stop. Not even if the world came crashing down.
“Both.”
Trace released my nipple from his mouth long enough to glance up at me, amusement and desire glinting in his eyes.
And suddenly, I did want him to stop. Because I wanted a turn.
In the cave, the three men had converged on my body, sending me into such an overload of sensations that the orgasm building inside me had felt like it might literally knock me out… until that damn cave had collapsed.
It had been incredible. Unbelievable.
But I’d never gotten to return the favor. I’d touched Trace and Lachlan through their clothes, but that was nowhere good enough. I needed more.
Shifting my weight, I pushed Trace until he flopped back onto the bed, pinning his arms as soon as his back hit the mattress. He blinked in surprise at the sudden change in position, and I grinned.
“My turn.”
Slithering down his body, I went to my knees on the floor,
settling between his legs and running my fingernails over his thighs. I could see the tent his cock was making in his sleep pants, and as soon as I’d shimmied out of my own pajama bottoms, I reached for his.