Phoenixburn: A Reverse Harem Romance (The Rogue Witch Book 3) Page 16

  Distantly I felt fingers on my feet, and my shoes disappeared after a moment, then my socks.

  “Gotta get the jeans,” Finn said, nudging Cash.

  Cash lifted his head and glared at his friend.

  “I’d say fuck off but that sounds like a good idea,” he growled, shifting so Finn could get a hand between us. I yelped when Finn’s hands tickled my belly, then helped me shimmy out of my jeans.

  “I’m cold,” I whispered. Cash groaned and rolled off me, shucking out of his pants and then coming back to me, the thick, gray waistband of his boxer-briefs clinging to his abdomen.

  “C’mere, I’ll warm you up.” He pulled me into him, kissing me, tongue over my lips, into my mouth. A thick, hard, naked body sandwiched me in, pressing me on the other side.

  “So soft. Darcy, our Darcy,” Ace said into my ear, his tongue, and sharp teeth, scraping over the lobe until I scratched at Cash for air.

  I knew Cash needed it, badly. He was hard, grinding his cock against me through his underwear and mine. I reached down and stroked him through the thin cotton and he threw his head back and moaned, the sound broken and desperate.

  “Don’t tease, kitten,” he panted wetly. I bit my lip. This was so powerful. I had so much control over them and at the same time no control over myself.

  “I’m right here,” I taunted. “You afraid to break me? You can’t. I am the storm.”

  Cash dropped his head to stare at me, eyes wide, his pupils constricted.

  “You did it now,” Ace said, still kissing the back of my neck. Cash pushed him away and moved over me, getting a hand down into my panties. My hips rocketed off the mattress at the first touch of his fingers between my folds, his thumb stroking back and forth, his fingers splitting me open before I even knew what was happening.

  “Oh god,” I whispered.

  “You’re the storm, huh? Let’s see the storm break.” Cash’s voice was nothing but a pure growl, two fingers sliding into me without warning. My back arched and I scratched at him, clinging to his shoulders as the stretch felt so good, a bite of too-much-too-fast that I was shocked to find was perfect. I pressed my closed eyes into his shoulders, listened to Ace’s murmured encouragements, as Cash fucked me with his fingers until each breath of mine was sobbing out of my lungs and I was about ready to beg him.

  Another hand joined Cash’s and I froze, hips stuttering to a stop.

  “So wet for us,” Finn crooned, his voice broken, honest. The sound of it nearly made me tip over the edge. His fingers swirled around where Cash teased my clit and I whined, thin and high-pitched.

  “Take what you need, kitten,” Cash said, a third finger teasing at my entrance, threatening me with more than I could handle. Ace’s mouth closed around the bite-marks on my neck. I screamed, pleasure whiting out everything but the heavy thunder of my heart in my ears, and their touch, unending, as they stretched me out until I was nothing but a simmering, low burning flame.

  My hips crashed down to the mattress and I gasped for air. Cash’s hand followed me down, fingers buried inside me. His eyes were hot in his face, his lips blushed red as he watched me. Finn was breathing hard, almost keeping time with me, like he’d come too, or something. Ace worked a hand around my hips and held me, close.

  “Holy fuck,” I said. That was the only word for it. “I don’t think. . . I think I’m good.” I swallowed, trying to talk properly. My throat was dry. Had I screamed that hard? “So um, nap now?”

  Finn smirked.

  “Really? That doesn’t sound like you Darcy. You’re not a quitter.” Cash kissed me, tongue slipping between my lips until I kissed him back. His fingers worked out of me, and he swallowed my hiss of discomfort. My skin was so sensitive.

  Finn’s fingers wrapped around one of my knees, pulling it away. Cash slipped between my thighs, and he pushed down his underwear, toeing them off. I looked down between us to see his thick, heavy cock, brushing over my thigh.

  “You do crazy things to me, kitten. Things I never fucking imagined, and I figure I do something kinda similar to you,” he said. “Let me show you.”

  It wasn’t even a question, but it didn’t have to be. I felt Ace take my hand, and he pressed slow, open mouthed kisses to the inside of my wrist as Cash bore down me. My hips took his weight, his cock slipping between my thighs. I felt the head of it catch against me and then—

  “Fuck yes, so good,” I said to the back wall as I arched. Finn laughed, and I heard a slap. Ace. Defending my honor. “Kiss me,” I begged him. Ace obliged, kissing me sweetly, his hand cupping my breast. Cash let out a shaky breath as he pressed into me, sliding inside me so slowly. It was the sweetest burn, and my toes curled into the sheets, my feet sliding along them until my knees hugged his hips.

  He bottomed out, staying still, catching his breath, his eyes closed tight. Ace nuzzled my ear, licking at it. Finn’s hands were moving, one onto Cash’s back, the other along my thigh, stroking back and forth.

  They were perfect. It felt so right and complete, like my heart was going to grow two sizes too big for my chest.

  I reached for Cash and his fingers laced through mine, pinning my hand to the matress underneath me.

  “Mine,” he growled out slowly as he pulled his cock from me and thrust back in with a groan. My breath caught in my chest as he began fucking me, slowly at first, drawing it out, making me squirm and nearly curse, until Ace’s hand slid between us and walked over my belly, then down. The awareness of where his fingertips were was killing me, the anticipation, the shuddering need taking over.

  “Please, now,” I demanded, and Ace’s fingers slipped on either side of my clit, bracketing it with the warmth and perfect pressure. I arched up, getting more friction right where I needed it, and made Cash hitch his hips, his rhythm stuttering for a moment.

  “Fuck.” He flicked his hair out of his eyes and kissed me, then my neck, teeth scraping over where he’d marked me so recently. The skin prickled and I moaned, rolling my hips up to meet his every thrust. I was chasing my orgasm, riding him, my body keeping it just out of reach until Ace’s insistent, soft touches, and Finn pinching and teasing one of my nipples came together at once.

  Cash thrust inside me hard, his back arched, and I cried out, the shaking, shuddering feeling of a hard and fast orgasm pouring through every inch of my body. My muscles tensed and I trembled hard, right along with Cash as he dropped his head to bite my neck again, his teeth rough and sharp.

  “Fuck,” he uttered as he lifted his head finally, his hips stilling.

  “You already said that,” I slurred, my hips giving stuttering, tiny rolls and dips as the aftershocks of what had been a holy-damn-awesome orgasm rocked through my muscles. He shivered every time I moved, and Ace had to still me with a firm hand on my hips so Cash could pull out.

  “Don’t want to go again. Wear you out. I could go again but. . . it’s rude to come to the buffet before everyone’s had a go.” Cash’s voice was weary.

  “You did not just call me a—” I sat up, muscles exhausted, but ready to fight. He flashed me a grin.

  “Kidding. I swear. Don’t zap me. My heart can’t take it.” He scooted in close and kissed me, then my brow. I pulled him down for a kiss, trying not to squirm. I wasn’t ready for another round, was I? Like, how much sex could one person have before their body was all fuck no, not today, sir.

  Finn pressed into my hip, his cock in his hand, rubbing against my skin, slowly. A flare of heat kindled in my belly.

  Apparently I wasn’t at my limit yet. I looked over at him. He had wry smile on his face.

  “You look damn beautiful when Cash’s inside you.” He kissed me slow, and I reached for him, following his hand to cup his cock. He growled, arching up, his skin hot to the touch, the head damp with his arousal.

  “I—”

  “Shhh,” Finn hushed me tenderly, shifting down onto his side. He pulled me after him, tucking my back into his. Ace crowded into my front, kissing me too. I lifted my finger
s to run through the light blond strands of his hair. He was so sweet, his fingers running lightly over my skin. Cash was behind him, watching me with dark eyes. He looked wrung out, but a lazy, happy smile was sprawled across his face. Finn’s hand tucked under the inside of my thigh and I squirmed.

  “What’re you—“

  “He’s got you,” Ace soothed me with another kiss. I whined a questioning noise into his mouth as Finn hitched my leg back, over his.

  A gasp of air escaped me when I felt the first thrust of his cock between my thighs from behind.

  “Finn has the best ideas,” I managed to say, before my words dissolved into a low, helpless moan as he rolled his hips again, his cock sliding inside me. Ace kissed me, his mouth going hungry on mine. The best ideas. . .

  Finn’s tongue was moving up the back of my neck, my hair pushed up and out of the way. It was so good, I felt surrounded by them, their hands all over me. My breath was coming out in scattered, half-puffs of air with every short thrust of Finn’s cock into me. When Ace moved down my front, shifting himself down the mattress, his mouth finding one peak of one breast, I gave a full body shudder that had Finn growling.

  “I don’t think I’ve heard him make that noise in ever, Darce," Cash said, conversational and relaxed now that he’d gotten his. He watched Ace move lower, Ace’s mouth leaving red blotches on my pale skin. Finn was rocking into me, filling me up and leaving me desperately empty in alternating movements. My skin felt like it wasn’t big enough to contain the sensations running through it.

  “Hell, he’s never sounded that wrecked,” Cash continued, sliding across the sheets to us. I looked at him, Finn’s breath hot in my ear. Ace’s touch, delicate, hesitant, slipped between the folds of my pussy and I trembled at the ice-sweet feel of it. “It’s cause you ruin us, Darcy, one by one, you’ve ripped us apart, pulled everything bad and rotten and terrible out, and put us back together again.” Cash kissed me as Ace’s mouth closed over my clit, over sensitive and tender. I cried out, arching in their combined embrace, Finn’s thrusts becoming more and more frantic.

  “And we’re never going to let you go now that we’ve got you, kitten, not ever. You’re ours, doll, forever.” Cash’s guttural whisper, Finn’s matching growl, and the feeling of Ace moaning, his tongue flicking my clit as he ground his hips into the mattress hard; I trembled for one hard, unending moment on the edge of awareness, and then fell with a cry, the lightning inside of me rocketing outward.

  Everything went white, then faded into the downy dark.

  Twenty-Two

  Cash

  November 1944

  Hürtgen Forest, Germany

  How we made it back to camp without running into any damn Nazis, I’ll never know. But we did. Us, and the little girl clinging to Elias’s neck for dear life.

  The immediate reaction from our commanding officer was to narrow his eyes at our charge and then order us into his tent for a debrief.

  “Sir, with all due respect,” Elias said, his face blank and emotionless despite the tiny girl staring at everything around her and then hiding her face in his neck. “If you would excuse me so I can take this one to medical, to get her checked out. The Krauts had her tied up like an animal, and in not much more than a scrap of cloth at that.”

  Finn cleared his throat and glanced at me.

  “The base is destroyed. Me and Legend can report in Elias’s stead,” he said. Our commander gave us the evil eye for a moment and then sighed.

  “She’s smaller than my Anna. Alright, Gunner, take her to medical, and I’ll meet with your brother and Legend. Dismissed.”

  Elias nodded, unable to really salute without taking a hand off his bundle of child, and jogged off. I eyed Finn as we followed our CO to the tent.

  Finn gave me a tight smile in return. We both knew we would have to edit our story to skirt around our abilities. We always did.

  “What the hell happened? You were supposed to stay at base until we got there?”

  “That’d be pretty hard, sir, considering the enemy blew it up.” Finn’s voice was flat, with a hint of amusement in his words. Our CO looked from one of us to the other.

  “Is this a joke?”

  “Nossir, they brought tanks. We thought it was probably wise to grab the kid and get out of there. They bombed the thing, took it to the ground. There were only three soldiers inside when we captured it, which was—“

  “How strange.” Our CO stroked his chin as if the development weren’t strange to him at all. There was a glint in his eyes that I didn’t like.

  It felt like he knew what we were saying. Like he knew what we were going to tell him before we even opened our mouths.

  Finn glanced at me. He felt it too. Our skins prickled, I could tell by the way Finn was shifting his weight from foot to foot. He only did that when he was nervous. A noise in the distance nagged at me—was that. . . screaming?

  The door flap of the tent was thrust open, a panting messenger, a young man who’d probably lied about being of age stumbling in.

  “Sir! Sir! The medical tent, the tent sir—” he gasped for air and bent over, and vomited right in front of us, his back arching. Finn reached for him, steadying him and helping him right himself after a moment. Our CO stared, face blank. The messenger boy coughed and spat out a mouthful of bile before shaking his head, standing at attention. “Sir, the medical tent has caught fire, sir.” His body was trembling.

  Fear flashed through me and I shoved past him, disregarding protocol and procedure. Finn was right behind me as we raced across camp. The sirens had started up, echoing, their shrill noise a call-to-arms for everyone in camp. I nearly skidded into a nurse, running in the opposite direction. Around another set of tents, the mud and snow thick under our boots as we slid on the wet ground.

  The screams echoed in my ears, Finn’s growling breathing urging me on, until we turned the corner and ran into Elias. He held up his arm to brace us as we nearly tumbled into him. The heat of the flames forced us back as we stared in shock, and horror at what had been the medical tent. Which was now a burning, flaming, pile of wreckage.

  “The girl,” Elias croaked, sounding wrecked. He nodded at the tent. My heart sank.

  “Shit,” Finn said, wiping a hand across his mouth. “Shit.”

  Twenty-Three

  Darcy

  Present Day

  Waking up on a bus full of werewolves that were as in love with me as I was with them? Awesome.

  Waking up in the middle of a snuggle puddle in their jam space, where even Eli hovered on the edges, practically spooning Cash as the former slept? Amazing. I woke up, Ace half-sprawled on my legs and Finn’s, Finn’s arms wrapped around me, and Cash staring down at me like I was the most amazing thing in the world. He was the only one conscious, his blue eyes soft in the dim light as he gazed at me. The blankets were soft on my skin; someone had pulled them up my body at some point.

  “What time is it?” I whispered. The clerestory windows glowed, with the rising gray of a new morning.

  “Time for you to hush and let me love you,” he answered me, kissing me slowly, and thoroughly. My fingers wrapped around the back of his neck so I could pull myself up to kiss him back, squirming my feet back and forth in the sheets.

  I felt a hand slap down over my thigh through the blanket and I yipped. Eli lifted his head, looking over Cash’s shoulder at me. His hand tightened on my leg, squeezing the muscle to hold me still.

  “Go the fuck back to sleep,” he said, before dropping down to the mattress. Cash bit back a snicker, and kissed me again. I moaned, under my breath, and let my fingers drag down the back of his neck, feeling the soft, baby-fine hairs there.

  “Yeah, some people didn’t have amazing awesome sex last night,” Charlie growled after I made another, breathless noise. His voice came from somewhere beyond Finn. “Some people could barely sleep at all given how fucking good it smelled in here, your scent everywhere, driving them—”

  “Shut the fuck
up,” Eli’s voice cut through the fading dark. Ace mumbled, and snuggled my legs tighter. He was balled up on top of the blankets, seemingly able to ignore the cold chill in the air on his bare skin. I watched the lines of his sleek, muscled back rising and falling as he rested.

  Cash’s fingers stroked my chin and I glanced up at him. Finn yawned into the back of my head and then snuggled closer with a sigh. It was so nice, but urgent personal needs were making themselves known to me.

  “I gotta meet Max for coffee,” I said, squirming. “And pee. There’s gotta be some of that happening, like now.”

  The boys grumbled, but let me go, four sets of eyes watching me once I emerged from the bathroom and got dressed. Eli had one arm tossed over his face, the only one not staring at me, oblivious, as I hopped into my jeans and tugged my shoes on.

  “Call us when you get to the coffee shop?” Charlie asked, rather than demanded.

  “Don’t talk to strangers,” Finn offered helpfully. I rolled my eyes.

  “She’s fine,” Ace said, sounding sleepy. “She’ll just zap anyone who comes near her.” He worked his way up the bed, flopping into the spot I had left, looking content to wriggle into the warmth between Finn and Cash. I didn’t miss how Finn curled into Ace, putting his head on Ace’s shoulder, but still watching me.

  It was the first time I’d seen them, altogether, in a big werewolf puppy-pile, and it was melting my heart. I almost wished I could cancel my coffee date.

  “We’re going to be a block away,” I said as I grabbed Cash’s hoodie and shrugged into it. He grinned at me, winking slowly. They liked it when I wore their clothes. I shook my head at them with a smile and jogged to the door of the jam space, ducking out of it and into the morning light. Max was at the gate, waving to me, her red hair glinting in the dawn. Behind her, the Uber driver that had dropped her off stood, outside of his car.