My breath catches as Wren pushes my jeans down so that I’m standing in nothing but a pair of panties. The panties are wet from my arousal as he drops to his knees to lower them too.
When Kalen is finally standing directly in front of me, he reaches a hand out to me, running his fingers along my lips. Nipping at them, I smirk up at him.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispers, before lowering his lips to mine.
Kissing Kalen, I close my eyes and lose myself in him. His scent is in the air around me, his taste on my lips, and his touch is sending electricity skittering across my skin. I jump slightly when I feel Wren’s hand between us, working slow circles around my clit.
I moan into Kalen’s mouth, arching my back as my head drops onto Wren’s chest. Kalen moves with me, pushing me closer to Wren. I feel Wren’s dick pulse behind me, where it’s nestled against my cheeks. My mouth waters as I rub against him while pulling Kalen closer.
The three of us step backwards together until Wren’s back is against the door. With a growl, he lifts me off the ground, pulling my thighs apart. Kalen smirks at me as I rest against Wren’s chest, waiting for Kalen to fuck me.
His hand on the door behind us, Kalen looks down at me like I’m the most delicious dessert he’s ever seen. My belly clenches in response. I love the way he’s looking at me.
“Please,” I cry out, all the while cursing myself for begging.
He doesn’t need to be asked twice though, and then he’s moving closer, his hand on the door behind me and Wren. He kisses me again as he enters me quickly. I feel too much. So much… Between his dick inside me, Wren’s hands on my thighs, Kalen’s lips on mine and Wren’s tongue swirling a pattern along the sensitive skin on my neck, I’m overwhelmed with sensation. I feel so completely full of Kalen as he moves in and out of my wet heat, growing wetter with every harsh thrust of his cock.
Wren’s breath is rough against my ear. I almost feel guilty that he’s holding me up for Kalen to fuck, but Kalen’s movements are pushing my body back into Wren, and I can feel his cock between us.
Kalen pounds his cock into me quicker now, his movements becoming less controlled. I rock my hips slightly as Wren’s fingers tighten against my thighs as I feel his come squirt onto my back. I crumple forward as I let out a hiss of desperation.
“Please,” I beg again.
Wren’s hand comes between Kalen and me, touching my clit. It doesn’t take much more, just two more thrusts before I feel my body clamping down on Kalen’s cock, pulsing erratically around him, as we both find our release.
My breath coming out in short pants, I turn my head so I can kiss Wren before turning my attention to Enzo.
“You owe me,” I say as Wren lowers my legs so I can stand up once again.
With a chuckle, Enzo nods his head.
“Come here then, princess,” he replies, curling his finger to beckon me forward, his other hand still lazily stroking his thick cock. “I always pay my debts.”
I practically rush into his arms, more than ready for more. Wren and Kalen laugh in unison behind me as Rehan frowns.
“No fair,” he grumbles impatiently. “What about me?”
“You’ll get your turn,” Enzo grunts out as I push him down on the bed so I can straddle him.
I reach back for Rehan. Taking his hand in mine, I bring it to my mouth as I lower myself onto Enzo’s dick.
“I love you,” I say, my eyes focused on Rehan. His hand moves to my cheek so he can cradle my face.
“You’re beautiful like this, all flushed from sex.”
Smirking at him, I feel euphoric as I begin to bounce on Enzo’s cock. These stolen moments with my mates feel almost surreal compared to the rest of my life. I rarely stop to breathe, always a little too busy with the orphanage, but I never run out of time for my mates.
Enzo allows me to control our movements for several minutes before he flips us over so that he’s hovering over me, his cock pounding into me with a pace that is almost painful. I feel a scream bubbling up inside me so I bite down on his shoulder, not wanting to wake up the rest of the orphanage’s inhabitants.
“Fuck,” Enzo groans into my ear, “princess, I…” His words are lost as I feel another orgasm hit me. It comes in delightful waves, each one building until I finally fall into their depths.
Panting, with a sheen of sweat covering my skin, I giggle.
“We’re only just getting started.”
“Oh, I know, princess,” Enzo replies, but he pulls away all the same because my other mates are impatient for their turn.
Paint the Town Pink
O ver the next week and a half, my mates make it their mission to keep me distracted from all things Halloween. The taffeta monstrosity has been hidden away somewhere out of sight, and I haven’t seen the tiara since that afternoon when Ariella and Larissa forced it upon me.
But now that there are only a few days until the holiday, I have no choice but to get involved in the celebrations. I’m not a… Well, whatever the Halloween version of Scrooge is… Usually, at least.
“Alright,” I say, clapping my hands together, “time to put up some decorations.”
The kids are all staring at me like I have two heads. Maybe I’ve been a little too anti-Halloween. Ariella shakes her head, looking up from the cereal that she’s eating.
“We’ve got plenty of time, Piney,” she says, her tone exasperated.
“What are you talking about?” I ask. “Tomorrow is Halloween.”
“Yeah… Tomorrow,” Evangeline retorts. “I’m not rushing around this early in the morning for something that’s happening tomorrow.”
Evangeline’s words surprise me. Sometimes I wonder if she’s actually a teenager. She certainly seems older than her years. She’s already got that stubborn teenager thing down, and the look on her face seriously resembles her older brother.
“Where’s Amon?” I ask.
“Outside with Castalia. Something about the pig…”
Oh dear. That can’t be good. Those two are bound to be up to no good. I stride through the kitchen and out the back door, searching the garden for the two troublemakers. I want to believe that they’re trying to remove the spell on the man that is currently living in my shed as a pig. But that feels like wishful thinking.
The fact that none of the witches in town have been able to turn him back, leaves me with little hope for Castalia achieving it, even if she is the one responsible for his sorry state.
“CASTALIA! AMON!” I call out when I can’t spot them.
Somewhere in the distance, I hear the sound of something falling. “Shit. Do you think she heard us?” I hear Amon whisper loudly.
“Well, if she didn’t, she certainly heard you, you great turd.”
“No need to be a bitch, Talia.”
“Why are you even here, Amon?” Castalia asks.
“You asked for help.”
“Yeah… I didn’t mean you.” Castalia’s voice is snide. There’s only a couple of years between them, and I can easily picture them falling in love one day. Maybe in twenty years or something when they’re both a little less snippy and a little more mature. “Where’s your girlfriend, anyway?”