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Liz

JUST THE BEGINNING

“B etter run, little witch.” Cal’s deep voice sent shivers down my spine as I ran into the house and tried to find a hiding place.

It had been just over two weeks since we had killed Zmei, and things were starting to get back to normal.

The Temple, once under Zmei’s poisonous control, was now under the leadership of someone else. A change that brought its own set of uncertainties. Clyde Blunton wasn’t as hostile as Sid Zmei, but I still didn’t like him. None of us trusted him. But it would take him time to rebuild that organization into anything more than a glorified community center in a rural town like this.

At least I was reassured he wasn’t a basilisk with the ability to poison people and control their minds. So that was something.

The biggest relief was seeing how almost all of the people were horrified by their actions as soon as the poison’s hold broke. I didn’t think I had ever seen so many people beg for forgiveness for their ignorance. Which meant it must have been mind control. The truly ignorant never apologized, because they never believed they had done anything wrong.

The only thing I knew for sure was that if a therapist had opened up a practice in town, they would have been swamped.

It didn’t take long for someone to suggest getting all the halfling kids together, and just like that, Leif had a new group of friends. There weren’t a lot of them in town, but they were friends who understood him and were like him. I had met the other kid’s parents, and none of them looked down on me for being human or for being with three men of different species.

This was what I had hoped New Nebraska would be for Leif. It still had its problems, but it was home.

The first week had been nonstop: talking to the police about what happened, Malik getting questioned about what he was, Cal dealing with the fallout from the vampire covens involved, and Brock making sure things were set up for Leif and the other kids involved. Not to mention talking to his friend Osric about setting up some kind of formal Fae education in New Nebraska.

Osric mentioned moving out here himself at some point, if he could get away from what sounded like a very controlling mother.

All the activities and talking to other folks had been exhausting but necessary.

Today, however, we got a break. Leif was at his old friend’s now that his friend’s mother had been rid of the mind control. We’d already spent a bit of time this morning planning one-on-one dates for next week. Although I liked the group dynamic, I wanted to spend time with my men one at a time as well.

Malik and I were going to pack a picnic, and he was going to take me flying.

Cal and I were going on what he called a ‘proper date’ at some fancy restaurant in Omaha I couldn’t pronounce. That, no doubt, had tiny, overpriced portions that would leave me begging for a pizza after, just like Brock had mentioned once. I had wanted Brock to come to that dinner too, but he said there would be time for those sorts of group dates later. “So much time,” Brock said, and he’d mouthed the word, “Forever.”

For our first date, Brock was going to take me water skiing at a nearby lake.

The dates all sounded amazing, and I couldn’t wait for them, but it was all the other things that meant the most to me. Like the group intimacy, amazing sex, and quality time we all spent together as a family each day.

We were already doing life’s simple things, like playing board games and watching movies in the living room in the evenings.

Brock was currently holding me in his lap at the kitchen table, the tips of his fingers drawing little patterns over my thigh and sending electricity racing through my veins. He was teasing me, knowing I wanted more.

“I think we should take her down to my bed again,” Cal said, licking his lips as he watched Brock’s fingers.

“Or we can go to my room,” Malik said.

“Or we can stay right the fuck here,” Brock said, his lips pressing a soft kiss to the sensitive skin of my neck. “I think she will look amazing, naked and stretched out on the table. Definitely my favorite breakfast.”

I grabbed Brock’s hands, pulled them from my body, and stood up.

“How about whoever catches me, decides where and how they want me?”

I had no idea what had come over me, but I felt powerful. I had a surprise for them, but it wasn’t really ready yet. Still, I couldn’t wait. Three of the most beautiful men I had ever seen were arguing over where they wanted to have me, and I wanted them all. We’d been having fun in my bed off and on the past two weeks. But I wanted to be in Cal’s bed, with his silk sheets, again. Malik’s bed would smell like him, which was higher, leading to even more possibilities.

Brock taking me right there on the kitchen table excited me more than I wanted to admit, but if this was going to happen again, then it was going to be on my terms.

“Sweet girl, that is hardly a fair fight,” Cal smirked, showing off the tips of his fangs, reminding me how good it felt when they sunk into my flesh and he fed from me. The rush those fangs could give was almost unmatched.

“No using your supernatural powers,” I said, backing away from them. “No speed, no turning invisible, no water walls to block my path, and no sniffing me out.”

“I’m game,” Malik gave me a look that screamed predator, and when I saw the gold flash in his eyes, I knew that hunting me down excited his dragon.

Jesus, the things these men made me feel were going to be the death of me.

“Spell out the rules,” Brock said, leaning forward, his blue eyes turning mischievous as he looked around for some advantage. He was so sweet and funny until there was a competition to feed his competitive side.

“You all stand outside, the door closed so you can’t see or hear me. Count to one hundred, and then you find me. The first to find me gets to decide how things play out.” I said, still backing away from them and slowly unbuttoning my shirt.

“Be more specific,” Cal demanded.

“The first to find me, and catch me, gets to decide how they want to fuck me first.” I had never spoken like that out loud before. Those words would have never left my lips before, at least not in that order. I didn’t know what had gotten into me, but I liked it. Being around these men, I felt powerful and sexy, and I loved it.

“You have one minute, little witch,” Cal said, getting to his feet. “Use it wisely.”

The men headed out the back door, and I waited until their backs were all to the glass door. Then I turned and ran, my heart pumping in my ears, and excitement filled me. I ran up the stairs, leaving my shirt on the banister. Next were my pants on the wood floor of the hallway. I left my bra on my bedroom door, and instead of going into my room, I kept heading toward the back of the house to the door that hid the attic stairs.

I had a surprise for my men and couldn’t wait to show them. I slid my panties down my legs and left the swatch of black lace on the stairs, then moved up to the space I had prepared just for this.

Electric candles were placed all over the now cleaned-up attic. Mountains of dusty boxes and junk no longer dominated the space. Instead, two California king-size mattresses were sitting on the floor pushed together, made with the softest silk sheets a girl could order and more pillows that would be necessary.

Cal was a master vampire, and from what I could see, he was used to being in control. Brock would give him that control, but he was just as powerful as Cal was. Even if he didn’t demand the same power, he deserved it. Malik was my dragon, strong and fiercely independent. I knew he was struggling to carve out his own dominance. So, I wanted where we all played to be on equal footing. They had been struggling with control, backing off and following when they were born to lead. I thought maybe this would even it out, at least while we were all naked.

The room wasn’t done, but it was as good as I could make in such a short time without the men finding out.

“Ready or not, here we come,” Brock called from downstairs.

My heart raced, and I had to control my excitement as I lay down on the silk sheet to wait and see who came through that door first.

I didn’t have to wait long before I heard my bedroom door open and close.

“She isn’t in here,” Cal said. “Where else could she be?”

I counted in my head, waiting.

One, two, three.

No one was coming upstairs, not yet.

Four, five, six.

I heard a few more doors open and close downstairs.

Seven, eight, nine.

The door at the bottom of the stairs opened, and one set of footsteps were climbing.

Ten.

They stopped halfway up the stairs, probably finding my underwear.

Eleven, Twelve.

The same footsteps continued to stop up the stairs, and Malik was the one who found me.

“I knew it would be you,” I said. “You had a bit of an advantage. I’m not even sure if the others know how to get up here.”

“You’ve been busy, angel,” Malik said, looking around.

“Have I?” I said, sitting up, leaning back on my hands, and letting the silk sheet fall down my body.

“I found her,” he yelled, not taking his eyes off of me.

“You hunted me down,” I teased. “Now, what are you going to do with me?”

He pulled his black T-shirt over his head and threw it to the side. God, I love watching the way his abs rippled as he stomped towards me. He stopped at the foot of the bed, grabbed the sheet with one hand, and ripped it away from me, exposing my naked body to him.

He kneeled at the foot of the bed and grabbed my ankles, pulling them apart and then yanking my body down the bed towards him.

“Whatever the fuck I want,” he said before laying his body over mine and kissing me like he owned me. My entire body felt like it was lit on fire by his touch.

“Aw man, the dragon got her first,” Brock whined from somewhere by the stairs. “Now, what are we going to do? Do we have to wait?”

“No,” Malik said, breaking our kiss and getting to his feet, pulling me up with him. “I think our girl here likes to watch.”

“Really,” Cal said from somewhere behind Malik.

Malik kept his eyes on mine, and I couldn’t break the connection. He held me with his gaze, like he was looking into my eyes and seeing all my secrets. Then he picked me up and carried me over to an old armchair off to the side. I hadn’t meant to leave it up here, but I didn’t know what to do with it, not yet.

Malik sat down and then turned me in his lap so my back was against his front, and my thighs were draped over the sides of his legs.

Cal gave me a sexy smirk and grabbed Brock by his collar. “The girl likes to watch. Be a good boy for her and give her a show.”

My core clenched as Brock’s eyes went wide, his lips parted, and he nodded.

Cal pulled Brock’s shirt over his head and threw it to the side, followed by his own.

I loved to see their bodies side by side, both of them covered with muscles, Cal’s thick pale physique that looked like it was carved from white marble against Brock’s golden tan and lean swimmer build.

They were both so beautiful, but next to each other, touching each other was almost ethereal in its beauty.

Cal kissed Brock while his hands caressed all that golden skin, and Brock’s hands went to Cal’s jeans and unbuttoned them before sliding down the fly and slipping his hand inside to feel Cal’s cock.

My core clenched again, and my hands went to my breasts, needing to touch myself, to take the edge off the need building in me.

“I don’t think so, angel,” Malik whispered in my ear, pulling my body back against his. He grabbed my wrists and brought them behind my back to the center of his belt.

“Hold on to this, and do not let go,” he demanded.

I gripped the leather of his belt, tightening with my fingers, and tried to ignore that deep ache inside me as I watched Brock looking up at Cal as he dropped to his knees.

I watched mesmerized as Brock stroked Cal’s cock from root to tip. When Cal wrapped his fingers in Brock’s hair and pulled his lips closer to his cock, my hips rocked in Malik’s lap, grinding against his jeans, needing some friction.

Brock stuck out his tongue and licked a fat strip up the underside of Cal’s cock, and then wrapped his lips around the head and sank down.

Cal let out a deep groan of satisfaction, and I let out a whine of need.

“Damn, I’m not into the whole guy-on-guy thing, but fuck, he can take a lot,” Malik said behind me, and Cal let out a low chuckle and ran his thumb down Brock’s cheek.

“Take more, dirty boy,” Cal said, and Brock pushed forward, pressing his nose against Cal’s abs. I was shocked. How was he not gagging? And why was that so incredibly hot? Could he teach me how to do that?

Malik’s hands cupped my breasts as he pulled me back against him, and I kept watching Brock hollow out his cheeks around Cal’s cock.

“If I pet that pretty little pussy right now, angel, will I find you dripping wet for me?”

I nodded, and Malik’s hands moved down my body, and he spread his legs apart, forcing mine to open. Cal watched while Maliks fingered spread my pussy lips, and he circled my clit with the pad of his finger before sinking it inside me.

A breath escaped my lips as I relaxed back into his arms while he played with me. My eyes never left Cal and Brock.

“God, you are so wet. Such a good girl for us,” Malik praised. “The pussy is just begging to be filled, and all from watching Brock do all the work.”

“Please,” I begged, not sure what I was asking for as my hips rocked in his hand, looking for more pressure, more friction, just more.

“Do you want to come for me, angel?” he asked.

I nodded, rocking my hips harder.

“What do you think, Cal? Should I make her come like this or make her work for it?”

“I think she needs to earn it, like Brock,” Cal said. “He is sucking me so good, but there is only so much he can do.”

“You heard him, angel,” Malik said, taking his fingers away from my core. “Go get on your knees and help Brock. But keep those thighs open for me.”

I scrambled off of his lap and went over to the mattress, kneeling next to Brock. Brock let go of Cal’s cock long enough to kiss me, and his lips tasted like a mix of his water freshness and something dark and spicy that was all Cal.

When he broke the kiss, I was a little lightheaded, but loved it. I looked up at Cal, who was watching me expectantly. Without looking away, I licked my lips and leaned forward, wrapping them around the head of his cock. He tasted good, and being here like this for him made me feel so damn sexy. Brock stayed next to me. He placed a kiss on my shoulder before he leaned down to suck Cal’s balls in his mouth, and Cal let out a deep groan of satisfaction.

I took him as deep as I could, and with each and every groan we pulled from his lips, I felt like we were winning something. Like we were taking our power back. To be who we wanted to be. To create the family and home we wanted to create.

I needed more. Brock was kneeling right next to me, his pants still on, so I reached over and started working the button of his jeans with one hand while the other tightened around the base of Cal’s cock.

When I took out Brock’s shaft, he was rock hard, and a bead of pre-cum already gathered on the tip. I spread it around with my thumb, careful not to stop sucking Cal. “Sweetheart,” Brock moaned.

“Fuck, angel, you look so hot with your lips stretched like that,” Malik whispered behind me, his hand running down my spine before he pushed my knees wider apart.

“That’s our girl,” Cal said between clenched teeth. “Keep sucking just like that. Don’t stop.”

I tried, I really tried not to stop, but when Malik slid his head under me, wrapped his arms around my hips and pulled me down so I was sitting on his face, I almost lost it. When he started sucking on my clit, I forgot how to breathe and almost choked on Cal’s cock.

Malik pulled me away and flipped me back on the bed before diving in between my legs again, sucking on my clit and sliding two fingers inside of me.

“Fuck, that feels…” My words trailed off when Brock kneeled next to me and started sucking on my nipples, teasing them with his fingers before soothing away the ache with his lips.

Then Cal was on the other side of me, his hands petting where he could, his lips on mine, then on my neck, his fangs just stretching my throat.

“Yes,” I gasped, telling him to bite me.

“Not yet, sweet girl. When I taste your blood, it will be filled with your ecstasy. I want you drunk with pleasure and exhausted before I feed from you. Your blood is so heavenly when tainted with pure pleasure.”

Before I could say anything, Malik pushed another finger inside of me, stretching me, and I came with a rush and a scream.

“That’s one,” Malik said with a cock grin.

I lay there for a moment, trying to catch my breath. “What?”

“We have a bet who can make you come the most,” Brock said. “The dragon may have gotten a head start, but I intend to catch up.”

I had no idea what to say to that. “Oh no, please don’t make me come over and over.” Absolutely not. One look at the hungry expressions of all three men told me I might just be a little out of my depth.

“Shouldn’t I get a safe word?” I asked with a chuckle, trying not to show them how nervous I was.

“We’ll always stop whenever you tell us,” Brock said. “We are yours, sweetheart. We want to dominate you, have you again and again, and give you so much. But we’ll always be yours to command. We love you.”

“I love you too.” I looked between each of the men. It seemed so soon to say the words, but I couldn’t keep the emotions in.

“Ready for us to show you how much we love you?” Cal asked, looking at me. And I nodded.

“Good,” Malik said as he grabbed my ankles and used them to flip me over. I was airborne for a moment, then back on the fluffy memory foam mattress, but now on my hands and knees, wondering how the fuck he had just managed that.“Love you so much, angel.”

There was no easing into me gently or letting me get used to his size or thickness. Malik slammed into me, and I saw sparks of light flash in front of my eyes as he started thrusting into me at a punishing pace.

“Oh fuck,” he ground out. “You’re so tight, squeezing me like a fist.”

God, he was so thick. I had planned on taking Brock or Cal in my mouth again, but I couldn’t do anything other than brace myself on the bed and take Malik. The way he stretched me was just this side of too much. I had never felt anything stretch me so wide.

It was almost too much, and that was before his thumb circled my ass.

“Not tonight, but soon you will take two of us at the same time,” he said, and Cal let out a groan of approval.

“I’m pretty sure she could take two of us now,” Brock said, his hand reaching under me to rub my clit before his fingers pushed inside me with Malik’s cock.

It burned in the most delicious way, and when he curled his fingers to press into my g-spot, I came apart at the seams. My vision whited out while wave after wave of pleasure overtook me.

“That counts as mine, dragon,” Brock said as they laid me out on the bed.

I felt boneless, weightless as I floated in the sea of pleasure.

“Sweetheart?” Brock said, laying down next to me and pulling me into his arms. “Are you ready for more?”

I curled into his body, loving the way his warm skin felt against mine and how he smelled like summer and sunlight.

Kissing his neck and running my fingers through his hair, I nodded.

“Do you want to try to take Cal and me at the same time? I bet your cunt could, if Cal uses some venom. I want to feel your pussy squeeze us both together. We’ll make it so good for you.”

“I can try,” I said, not sure if I could or not.

“That’s our girl,” he said. “Just try, and say if it’s too much.” He rolled over so I was on top of him, and I slid down on him, taking every single inch. He felt so good. He went deeper than Malik, but he wasn’t as thick. I knew if he wanted to do this with Malik, they would tear me in half, but with Cal, I might just survive if they were gentle.

With my head on Brock’s chest, I rocked up and down a few times, adjusting to how deep he went inside of me. Cal moved behind me and put his hand on my back to keep me still.

“She’s still too tight. We’ll need to work our girl up.” Cal’s hand stayed on the base of my spine, and I could feel him moving behind me, but I had no idea what he was doing.

Not until I felt the tip of his tongue where I was joined with Brock and the cool slide of liquid coming from his mouth—his venom—and I jumped.

“Shh, relax, sweetheart. Cal knows what he’s doing. Relax and enjoy it. I know you like it. I can feel your pussy trembling around me.”

Brock was right. I did like it. Especially as the venom started to tingle my flesh, adding a bit numbing and heighted pleasure. And I liked it even more when Cal moved from my pussy to my ass. It felt dirty and sinful, but so damn good.

I arched my back and got up on my hands, then I looked at Malik back in that chair, his hard cock in his hand, stroking it up and down slowly while watching Cal lick me while I kept Brock’s cock warm.

Malik’s hand kept slowly stroking his thick cock, slick with my cum, and his head was dark red and begging for attention.

Would he like it if I crawled over to him and sucked him off?

Could I make him come with just my lips? I thought I could. The way he was watching me, I bet he wanted me to try.

I tried to crawl over to him, but Cal held my hips firm.

“Watch our dragon, sweetheart,” Brock said. “Know that you are the only woman who can get him that hard and desperate.”

I moaned at the thought.

“I know that our dragon had to stop himself from fucking you even harder just now. I bet he would love to feel your lips around him again. But not until he watches you come again. I bet he would be so proud, oh fuck sweetheart—” Brock stopped talking when I started squeezing my muscles around him, pulsing them around his cock, and I started grinding just a little.

He reached down and pressed his thumb against my clit, and Cal doubled his efforts. It was all too much for me, and I came again.

Cal acted immediately, pushing my head back down to lie on Brock’s chest while he pushed inside next to Cal.

It was so much, so wide and so deep I couldn’t think, I couldn’t breathe, all I could do was feel.

Being between these two men, the pure electricity on my skin where the venom flowed, magic pulsing between us wherever we touched, fire racing through my veins. It was all so intense and made so much hotter by Malik’s eyes watching me.

Cal pushed in as Brock pulled out and back and forth, each thrust leaving me full and pressing against my g-spot and a few other places I didn’t even know I had.

I was stretched just past my limit, but the venom was easing the way and the tinge of pain made the pleasure so much sweeter.

“Fuck,” Cal swore, his head pressed to the back of my shoulder while Brock’s eyes slid closed and his mouth opened in a silent moan.

Even lost in ecstasy, Brock’s lips pink and kiss bruised, he was still so beautiful.I loved that they were joined together inside me.

The pressure started building in my core, and I knew I was going to come hard and fast, and it was going to wreck me. I looked up at Malik, silently begging him for something.

“Come, angel, let me see you come apart for me,” he growled.

That was what I needed. I didn’t know if it was his permission or just knowing that he was as into this as I was, but either way, he spoke, and my body obeyed.

I came with a scream, completely overtaken by it. Cal whispered my name like a prayer while Brock yelled, “Fuck, sweetheart,” and we all came together to experience a moment of pure nirvana.

Then Cal’s fangs pressed into my throat, stretching my orgasm and forcing me to ride the overwhelming waves a little longer.

When I looked back at Malik, I saw he was still hard, still ready, and I knew I needed him to come too. I needed him with us. This wouldn’t be complete without him.

As carefully as I could, I untangled myself from Brock and Cal, leaving them in a cuddled-up mess on the giant bed. I didn’t stand, just crawled over to Malik, his hand still pumping his cock, his chest was rising rapidly, and I knew he was close.

I wrapped my lips around the head of his cock and gently sucked while his hand did all the work.

He came with an animalist growl, filling my mouth with shot after shot of hot cum. I swallowed it all, every drop, and when I sat back on my heels and looked Malik in the eye, he was looking at me like I was the most important thing in his life.

I knew enough about his past to know it wasn’t because of what I’d done with my body just now, but because I made sure he was taken care of, too. He wasn’t used to people caring about him, knowing him, loving him.

It was a change that I didn’t think he really believed in yet. It was like he was waiting for the other shoe to drop.

I got to my feet and pulled him up and over to the mattress.

Brock was laying on Cal’s chest, and I lay down next to him, pulling Malik down so I could cuddle in his arms and show him he was home.

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