Unstable by Lacey Carter Andersen
9
Kiera
“Could he be a Blood Mage?”Drake asks, frowning as he sits on the bed across from me.
We’re all pulling the tags off our new clothes, wrapped in towels, as we think over all that Adam had told us. Drake and Emory seem the most upset, but Adam seems disappointed, and that makes me feel a little sad. My mutant always sees the good in everyone. Is he realizing Cole might not have the good heart he was hoping existed?
“I don’t know,” Emory says, “but I don’t think so. We all know mixed breeds are usually barely sane. The fact that he’s a berserker and a mage is a shock to me. In all the time we were growing up together, I never saw him use magic.”
“So you think it’s more reasonable he’s half-mage, half-berserker?” I ask.
Emory nods. “Blood Mages are supposed to be some terrible mix of mage, vampire, and shifter. I can’t imagine you could throw in berserker too and have anything but a raving mad lunatic.”
“But maybe he is,” Drake says softly.
We all pause and look at him. The dragon shifter looks tired as hell. He’s got a towel wrapped around his waist, and the scars that haven’t healed all over his body are disturbing. Emory has bad scars too, but they were from a lifetime of torture. Drake had a lot from being a child and going through hell. But most of his worst scars were recent, and they should have been a lot better healed than they were.
“What do you mean?” Adam asks, finally.
“Not all psychotic supernaturals are going around burning the world down. Some of them are like Maxen… twisted on the inside.”
A shiver rolls down my spine. “You think Cole is like that?”
“Maybe,” my dragon says softly.
Silence swallows the room, and I honestly don’t know what to say. Cole hadn’t given me the impression that his soul was dark like Maxen. The would-be king radiated a twisted darkness than any fool could see. Cole was more like someone I just couldn’t figure out. But is it possible that’s who he is deep down? He’s just better at hiding it.
I hate that the answer is: yes.
“Go take your shower,” Emory says to Adam. “We won’t figure this out tonight. And as much as I hate the idea of him robbing old ladies, he didn’t hurt her, and we need the money if we’re going to make it to our destination and back.”
Adam frowns, but stands and heads for the bathroom.
When the shower starts, I rub my tired face and stand. Dropping my towel, I grab a pair of the ridiculous underwear Adam had gotten and pull it on. Yeah, I didn’t like having a flag over my ass, but I’m not going to complain about clean clothes.
Something changes in the room, and I look up to find Emory and Drake staring at me like I’m a steak, and they’re ravenous dogs who haven’t eaten in days. I want to say that the dark, hungry look in their eyes does nothing for me. But hell, I don’t have to lie to myself. A throb rolls through my core, and I lick my lips, letting my gaze slide over their towel-clad forms.
“Cole should be back soon…”
Neither of them responds, they just keep staring.
“We’re all sore and exhausted.”
Not a word. Instead, I can see their erections tenting the front of their towels.
Hell. “Maybe if we’re quick…”
Their towels are off in an instant, and I only have a moment to appreciate the sight of two muscular men, with big, hard dicks, and bodies that make me want to lick every inch of them, before they’re closing in on me. Drake pulls me into his arms, and my legs go around his back. He kisses me so fiercely that it takes my breath away, and even though my new underwear is between us, I find myself rubbing against his thickness. Wanting more.
Emory’s body heat is behind me a second later, his fingers slide down my spine, sending goosebumps erupting over my flesh. He traces the skin of my lower back, then runs his finger along the band of my underwear, while Drake’s tongue tangles with my own. Emory uses a finger to pull down my underwear from behind, not all the way off, but enough to give him access. One of his hands lightly slaps my ass, then rubs against me like he wants nothing more than to touch the curves of my body.
In surprise, I bounce against Drake and a groan tears from his lips. His hands pull my hips closer, and he grinds between my thighs, making me gasp against his lips. I can feel my body heating up one degree at a time, but it’s like a thousand. Like I’m on fire and I need these two to put that fire out.
Damn, I’m corny when I’m horny.My pussy suddenly runs my body, and my brain is just sitting there screaming, “More cock, bitch!” Like the helpful organ it is.
Emory runs his hands along my ass, cupping it, touching it, smacking it. I feel like the bastard just wants to tease me when we both know how badly I want him inside of me.
My lips break from Drake’s, and I look back at Emory. He digs a hand into my hair, pulling me backward and toward him, and starts to kiss me. I feel his tip, wet with precum, press between my ass cheeks, and I kiss him harder, needing so much more than he’s giving me. His free hand reaches around and begins to play with one of my breasts, and as he tilts me further back to get access, Drake’s mouth closes around my other nipple.
Am I in heaven? Hell?I have no idea, but my bitch pussy is screaming at me to get a dick buried inside her soon, or she’s going to orgasm just from all of this.
The thing is… I agree with her.
I break free from Emory’s lips. “I need you…”
He swears, but his hand leaves my breasts, and then he’s spreading me from behind. The tip of his cock presses into my opening, just a little, just enough to drive me wild, and then he rips my new underwear.
Drake groans and begins to drag his length through my wet desire. My inner folds are drenched with need, and every nerve ending screams in pleasure. I feel like I’m choking on my own breath, craving things that I haven’t felt in too long. A closeness with my men that seemed so stolen in the manor. Now, I don’t want a stolen moment, I want to feel like this is life. That we’re just together now, without a life or death task hanging over our heads.
I close my eyes and grip Drake’s shoulders more tightly as his huge erection eases into my body. It feels the glorious way it always feels: like he’s too big to take, too much to handle, and that my channel can only handle a smaller man. But I tell my bitch pussy to shut up, that we’ve handled these big motherfuckers before, and that we’ll do it again.
A shudder rolls through me as he presses deeper and deeper. And then, Emory eases further into me from behind.
The combination of them entering my body at the same time is like seeing fireworks in the sky one moment, and then having the whole damn boat of fireworks suddenly explode. There’s too much pleasure. Too many sensations awakening inside of me, winding the tension in my muscles tighter and tighter.
When they come to their hilts, buried so deep inside of me that I don’t know how they possibly fit, I wiggle around, trying to grow accustom to their sizes, while they swear together. Drake sucks hard on one of my breasts, drawing a cry from my lips, but I know the asshole just wanted to drive me wild.
His gaze is wicked when my eyes open and meet his, and then my men start to fuck me like they’ve just gotten out of prison. Not a few days in prison, no, like it’s been years, and all they’ve thought about was this moment from the first day.
I’m screaming. So loudly there’s no doubt we’ll receive a noise complaint. But I don’t care. Let them. I’m not being killed, nah, my pussy and ass are so filled with cock that all I can do is scream.
When their speed increases and they start pounding into me, I lose my mind. My orgasm grabs me by the throat, and I’m not screaming any longer. I’m absolutely silent as my pleasure tears through me, sending stars dancing in front of my eyes, and every nerve pulsing with life.
Drake comes, filling my pussy. It’s hot and wet and everything I need. And then, Emory comes into my ass.
It feels good, riding the waves of my orgasm, but it’s more than good. It’s soul-searing.
We’re all panting together when I hear a door quietly shut. I look toward the bathroom but realize the shower water is still going, then toward the front door. Hell, I’m pretty sure Cole saw us. But knowing my men, they’d freak, so I keep the information to myself.
“I better go clean up,” I say, gasping each word.
They press kisses over me, seeming reluctant to let me go. But eventually, they pull those big dicks out of me and set me carefully on the ground. It takes me a minute to get the trembling in my legs under control enough to stand, but then I wobble to the bathroom and head in.
Adam’s singing a song in the shower, and I grin and step in.
“Kiera? I thought you already showered?” he asks in confusion, then his gaze turns eager as it slides over me.
I sink onto my knees in the shower, unable to stop myself, and take his dick into my mouth. He hardens in seconds, and his hands dig into the back of my hair. I suck him hard and take him deep, as he pounds harder and harder into me, chanting my name. I rub his balls in my hand and feel him tightening. The head of his cock bounces against the back of my mouth, and I’m choking around him, but I don’t mind one bit.
And then, he comes into my mouth, and I milk my sweet mutant until he finishes.
“Kiera,” my name is a prayer on his lips.
I let his cock pop out of my mouth and lather the tip with my tongue.
“Kiera,” he groans.
I press kisses over him, then finally climb to my feet.
He helps me wash up, and I help him too. By the time we’re done, the water is cold.
I want to feel bad that Cole will get a cold shower, but somehow, I can’t seem to regret a single moment with my men. The water goes off, we dry and dress, and then we all snuggle into bed.
Adam agrees to share a bed with Cole, but the berserker never seems to show up. And I’m left sandwiched in a queen bed with my other two men. If I wasn’t so tired, it’d be hard to sleep. But as it is, I can barely mutter about them giving me more space before sleep swallows me whole.
