“One of my… special tonics?”
“Your lips.” I grinned. “The best cure.”
Understanding visibly dawned on him. Even in the dim light of the stormy morning, I noticed the color deepen in his pale cheeks. When he smiled, a different type of warmth touched my chest, not one derived from lust but, rather, from the intense love I had for him.
For all of them.
Maddox shifted to the middle of the bed to give everyone more room—and give them more access to their target: me. Callum was on my left, and Briar came closer, squeezing in on my right. He nuzzled our captain’s hair before kissing my temple, then my lips.
But one was missing.
My gaze trailed over to Rowan. He sat on the edge of the window bench, both legs on the floor and arms resting on his knees. Topaz eyes glimmered in the gray light of the rainy morning. His attention was unwavering on me: just like mine was on him. He was shirtless, wearing only black trousers. Dark skin stretched over his toned, lean muscle, and auburn hair fell over one shoulder in a loose braid.
“Ro,” I panted, pinned between my other men: Maddox beneath me, Lake at my back, and Callum and Briar at my sides.
“Need somethin’, little treasure?”
I nodded. “You.”
A peek of my favorite tooth showed between his thin lips. “Looks to me like you have plenty of company already. Too crowded for me.”
“Bring your ass over here, thief,” Maddox told him. “Our male needs all of us.”
Our male.
Softness bled through some of Rowan’s cockiness, evident in the crinkling at the corners of his eyes. “I don’t take orders from you, Captain Glutton.”
“Stop being stubborn, snake,” Callum said against my ear, his lips parting against the lobe. His hot breath elicited a flurry of shivers along my skin. “You heard him earlier. He needs to feel all of us. To know that we’re safe and sound. You’d deny him that?”
“Deny him? Pfft. I’d give my little treasure the world if I could.” Rowan watched the way Callum kissed the side of my neck. “But I reckon he’ll have to settle for us.”
I smiled. Silly redhead. Didn’t he know that they were my world?
One I would protect with everything I had, no matter what. The vision I saw of them would never happen. I wouldn’t let it.
Rowan stood from the bench and neared the bed. Without a word, he cupped my cheek and leaned down to kiss me. Soft lips pressed to mine, holding traces of rum and notes of black cardamom. The mattress dipped as he joined us on the bed, easing in beside Briar.
More kisses followed, each one met by different sets of lips. They took turns. Briar kissed me before Callum grabbed my jaw to do the same.
“My human,” Lake murmured from behind me. He tipped my face back to his and kissed me, sliding his hand to my throat. His touch felt affectionate rather than dominating. The way his mouth crashed to mine felt the same, holding traces of all the vulnerable things he didn’t voice aloud.
“My wolf,” I said against his lips. “Always.”
After such an emotionally charged day, this was exactly what I’d needed. The five of them around me as we lost ourselves in the feel and taste of each other.
One was still missing though. A demon lord who’d come so far but still had a way to go before he felt comfortable enough to join us like this in bed.
However, as Lake pushed into me from behind, my back arching as his thick cock slid in deep, soon joined by Maddox, I could’ve sworn I caught a trace of woodsmoke coming from the shadowy corner before it faded.
Chapter Sixteen
A Tale of Dragons and Butthole Wizards
“Listen here, twig.” I pointed at it for extra emphasis. “You will do as I command and lift off the ground or else I’ll toss you in the swamp with those vipers.”
The twig remained limp in the grass, clearly not swayed by my threats.
I sighed and half-heartedly kicked at the ground before continuing down the path. My powers had been fully awakened according to Phantasia and were no longer blocked, but actually using those powers would take some practice.