Academy for Misfit Witches Page 5

  She heard Draque unzipping his jeans behind her and gasped when his cockhead circled her dripping juncture. She pressed into him, sucking in a hiss when his massive erection filled her halfway. He latched onto her ass, digging into her flesh with fingers that felt like talons, anchoring himself to her with one thrust.

  Ahh, Thelix moaned.

  When she jerked forward, he gripped her hair, as she slowly slid back onto his full length with a satisfied groan. He tunneled into her, his cock stimulating every nerve ending with such intense pleasure, she was well on her way to another orgasm.

  “Oh, Draque!” she cried, throwing back her head and surrendering to his intense fucking. Someone fondled her breasts, pinching and twisting her nipples until pain blended with pleasure. She didn’t even know which brother was touching her, and she didn’t care. She was getting the best fucking of her life.

  With a roar, Draque stilled, grasping her hips so tight, she she reveled in the torture of his nails breaking skin. The pleasure of her throbbing orgasm was more intense than any pain. She could tell by the erratic twitching of his hips that he was spilling his seed into her. She didn’t mind. She’d just have to remember to chew Maiden’s Wart come morning to prevent any unwanted pregnancies.

  After their breathing had slowed, Draque slid out of her. He took her in his arms and pulled her into his lap, kissing her forehead, nose, and lips.

  “Thank you,” he breathed against her mouth, still panting heavily.

  “You’re very welcome,” she slurred like a drunk, high on orgasms. “And thank you, too.”

  He traced her jaw with the tips of his fingers. She giggled when he nuzzled her neck, his beard tickling her sensitive skin.

  You don’t need to guide these dragons, Thelix said. They have powerful instincts, unlike the undeserving one.

  Her siren had picked a hell of a time to bring up the professor, but she was right. She’d had to tell the professor over and over what she liked and what she hated, but not with these studs. They knew exactly what buttons to press.

  When Teju pulled her off Draque’s lap with a low growl, she fell into his embrace, feeling as boneless as a gutted fish. She was so sated and spent, she feared she wouldn’t be able to have another orgasm.

  Cupping her face in his hands, Teju kissed her long and deep, his tongue swirling with hers and making her pussy throb anew. He laid her across the sofa, then removed his boxers, revealing an impressively long, thick erection. Gripping his wand, he knelt beside her with a wicked gleam in his eyes.

  She tensed. “What are you doing?”

  “Relax,” he soothed, stroking her slick folds with the tip of the wand.

  When it buzzed, her legs opened farther, like melting butter. She threw back her head with a groan when he slid the thick wand inside of her, fucking her with deep, hard thrusts before pulling out and swirling across her labia, the intense pleasure from the buzzing making her button spring back to life. She panted while he alternated between fucking her with the vibrating wand and circling her clit.

  Just as she was about to fall to pieces, he removed the wand, the wood slick and wet from her juices, and slid his cock inside her, keeping the wand pressed against her swollen button. He fucked her while vibrating her tender spot. She only lasted a few strokes before she unraveled again, calling his name while her pussy walls clenched his cock like a vice, squeezing and pulsing until he stilled with a roar, his cockhead swelling and filling her with his seed. Turning off his wand, he set it down beside her, then leaned over her and planted a tender kiss on her lips.

  “That was amazing, my love,” he said.

  My love? The endearment would’ve alarmed her if she hadn’t been so sated and bone tired.

  He kissed her several more times before pulling out and wiping up their juices with a towel Ladon handed him.

  Ladon traced lazy circles across her nipple. “How do you feel?” he asked.

  She was unable to stop from smiling. “Sated.”

  “Good,” he answered, stroking her side.

  Her skin broke into gooseflesh at his touch. She made soft sounds while he caressed her. By the time he found that magic spot between her thighs, she was primed and ready for more.

  He stroked her until she begged for release. She hissed when he pulled back, then sighed with relief after he climbed between her legs and sank into her heat. So much for her taking charge. Oh, well. She was too tired to dominate him.

  They made love slowly, tenderly, working up their desire until they were both calling out each other’s names as bliss consumed them. When he throbbed and spurted inside her, she fell apart in his arms, surrendering to the climax that rolled through her like a gentle, cresting wave.

  After he pulled out and tenderly cleaned her up, she climbed into his lap.

  “Can I get you anything to eat or drink?” he asked.

  “No,” she answered, feeling like putty in his arms. “Just love me.”

  His cock lengthened and hardened, pressing into her thigh. With a giggle, she fell back against the sofa, opening her arms to him and joining with him once more. His brothers also made love to her again, much more tenderly than the first time, making her feel more loved and cherished than she’d ever felt in her life, casting aside all thoughts she had of that other guy. How could anyone else compare to her three amazing shifters? Goddess help her, she could easily fall in love with them.

  SERAH SAT IN LADON’S lap, licking her fingers after helping her lovers devour three platters of barbeque chicken wings and Cajun fries.

  “That was amazing.” Ladon said against her neck. “You were amazing.”

  She giggled when he nibbled her ear. “Thanks.”

  “Serah,” he whispered.

  She nuzzled his soft cheek. She loved how affectionate he was. He was the ultimate cuddler. “Yes?”

  “I’m not sorry you got kicked out of your other school,” he said with a mischievous lilt. He wrapped a strong arm around her waist.

  “Me, neither. Meeting you was worth it.”

  After he finished nibbling on her neck, her hands flew to her earlobes. She was always checking to make sure the earrings her grandfather had given her were in place, a habit she couldn’t seem to break.

  Teju flanked her other side, resting his chin on her shoulder. “So does that mean you’ll be our girl?”

  She froze. Their girl? Wow, these dragons moved fast. Then again, they’d just had an amazing marathon lovemaking session. So amazing that Thelix had gone completely silent, other than the occasional satisfied sigh. “Your girl? Like a girlfriend?”

  Draque handed her a cup of hot tea. “Like a mate.”

  “Thank you.” She peered at him from over the rim of her mug. A mate to three sexy dragon shifters? She’d never have to worry about unfulfilled sexual needs. There were just a few problems, the main one being that her grandfather would probably disown and disinherit her when he found out.

  “I thought dragons had to mate with other dragons,” she said and sipped the tea. It was the perfect temperature and tasted like spiced apples and cinnamon.

  “Not always,” Teju said as he massaged her shoulders. “Our fathers are dragons. Our mother is a djinn.”

  She groaned while he rubbed the kinks out of her sore muscles. “You have more than one father?”

  “Yes,” Ladon said, “they’re triplets, like us. They are mated to our mom.”

  Lucky woman, Thelix opined. She has a fuck ready whenever she wants one.

  I liked you better when you were quiet, Serah silently berated. “And you’re okay with sharing one girl?”

  “We share everything.” As if to emphasize the point, Ladon snatched Draque’s beer from him, took a long swig, and handed it back. “It’s the dragon way.” He flashed a crooked smile while Draque gave him a side-eye look.

  Pulling Teju’s hands off her, she scooted back, facing all three guys while rubbing warmth into her arms. She couldn’t get Grandfather’s disappointed look out of her
head or the venom in his voice when he’d called her a slut. If she accepted their proposal, she wondered how long she could keep it from him. Probably until graduation, but then what?

  “So what do you say?” Teju nudged her knee. “You want to be our girl?”

  Chewing her bottom lip, she warily eyed them. She badly wanted to say yes. “I don’t have to share you with another girl, do I?” Because unlike them she didn’t like sharing.

  “Nope. Just you,” Draque said with a straight face. “And we don’t share you with other men.”

  “Don’t worry.” She laughed. “Three mates is enough.”

  Again, her grandfather’s angry scowl popped into her head. Why was she entertaining the idea of mating with three shifters? Were they really used to sharing everything? And what about school policy? She had a feeling Dame Doublewart wouldn’t allow it. Damn, she should’ve read that contract. “What about school rules?”

  “No romantic relationships allowed,” Teju said. “Which means we’ll probably get thrown in detention if we’re caught kissing.”

  “Oh.” She hid a smile behind her hand.

  “So?” they asked simultaneously, looking at her with such a hopeful gleam in their eyes, she couldn’t bear to tell them no.

  “Sure,” she said, biting down on her lip. “I’ll be your girl.”

  She inwardly cringed when her siren howled with joy. The last time Thelix had been this excited was when Serah had agreed to be Professor Periwinkle’s lover. Actually, her siren hadn’t howled that loud for Periwinkle, but she was practically blasting a hole through Serah’s ears.

  Great Goddess, what had she done?

  Ladon took her in his arms, kissing her so passionately, he robbed her of breath. By the time they both came up for air, she was panting heavily and Thelix was swooning.

  “You don’t know how happy you’ve made us,” he said, his eyes alight.

  When Teju rubbed her shoulders again, trailing hot kisses down her neck, she was sure he was about to ask for another round. “Let’s get some sleep,” he whispered. “You have a long day tomorrow.”

  She turned to him. “I do?”

  He grimaced. “Placement tests.”

  Her heart sank. “I’m not good with tests.” That was why she’d gone to Professor Periwinkle for tutoring sessions.

  Draque sat beside her, taking her hand in his. “Good thing your mates stole the keys to the placement tests.”

  “Really?”

  “Don’t worry.” Ladon smiled. “We’ll hook you up.”

  “You’re awesome.” She threw her arms around his neck and gave him a big kiss, then kissed his brothers, too. “You sure we need to go to sleep?” she asked, trailing a finger down Draque’s chest and resting her hand just below his navel.

  The brothers shared happy grins. “Maybe we could stay awake a while longer.”

  SERAH ROLLED OUT OF Ladon’s arms and made the mistake of looking at him. He was smiling in his sleep. Whatever he was dreaming about, it was certainly making him happy. She wondered if it was about her. She kissed his forehead before stumbling to the bathroom behind the tiki bar. After relieving herself and freshening up, she poured a club soda and drank it. Sex with three hot dragon shifters sure worked up a thirst. Casting a wistful glance at her men, sleeping at various angles on the sectional sofa, she poured herself another drink, contemplating the giant pile of gargoyle shit she’d just stepped in.

  “I wish Grandfather wasn’t so prejudiced.”

  Why had she agreed to be their girl? Her grandfather would kill her if he found out. And then what? She liked them so much, maybe even more than Professor Periwinkle. How could she give them up?

  You can’t, her siren cooed. I won’t let you.

  She startled when a familiar cloud of pink smoke burst before her. Holy Baphomet balls! She had said wish.

  Hestia Goldenwand, Serah’s fairy godmother, droopy-eyed and a few mystic martinis past a good buzz, stumbled into her arms and let out a deep belch. Her pink updo wig tilted to one side, and her mascara was smeared in heavy circles below her eyes.

  Ugh, Thelix groaned. I’m out of here. Let me know when she’s gone.

  As if. Serah refrained from answering. She enjoyed her peace of mind far too much to summon her siren.

  “Oh, my darling child,” Hestia slurred, throwing her arms around Serah’s neck. “I’m so glad you’re okay.”

  “Of course I am.” Gagging on stale alcohol fumes, she pried Hestia’s arms off her, fanning her face as she stepped back. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

  “Your new academy was attacked by dragons!” Her godmother’s eyes nearly rolled into the back of her head as she fell onto a barstool. Flicking her wand at a bottle of whiskey on the shelf, she magically poured a tall glass and beckoned it to her, licking her lips.

  “It was?” Serah snatched the whiskey out of the air before it reached Hestia. “Are you sure?”

  “Fairly certain.” She looked at Serah with glassy eyes and a scrunched brow. “Or maybe it was a dream.”

  “Fairy Godmother, you have got to quit drinking.” Serah loved the eccentric, kind old woman. She’d been like a mother to Serah after Grandfather had taken her from Siren’s Cove. According to Grandfather, she’d served their family nearly eight hundred years. Given her thirst for liquor, Serah was surprised Hestia hadn’t accidentally fallen down a wishing well or flown into a ring of fire pixies by now.

  “My evening cocktail had nothing to do with it.” She scratched her head and her wig flopped to the other side. “I’m fairly certain your grandfather was ready to wage war against the dragon king to avenge your murder.”

  “Well, I’m not dead.” She shook her head and clucked her tongue. ”And we both know it was more than one cocktail.”

  Hestia tilted her head again, and her wig fell off, revealing a bald head as shiny as a crystal ball. She snatched up her hairpiece and planted it firmly back on her head. “Maybe it was a dream.”

  “I’m sure it was.” She latched on to her godmother’s arm, pulling her off the stool when she heard one of the guys stir. “Look,” she whispered, “you need to go.”

  “But I just got here, and I’ve been worried sick about you.” She jerked free of Serah’s grip, nearly tripping over her own feet, and fell into another chair. “I can’t believe your grandfather let you go to Dame Doublewart’s. Do you know that students are sent to a dungeon with sharks their first night?”

  “I know, but I’m fine.” She looked over her shoulder again as Ladon changed position, clutching a nearby pillow and moaning her name.

  Hestia’s eyes widened as she looked that way. “Bippity boingity boing!” She flicked her wand, and it turned into a folding lace fan with a pearl handle. Fanning her face, she shot Serah a sly look. “Did you?” She pointed the fan at the men.

  Heat crept into her cheeks. No use lying. Hestia had always been able to see through her ruses. “Hell yes.” She rubbed her face. “But please don’t tell Grandfather.”

  “Don’t worry, my dear.” She splayed the fan across her chest. “Your secret’s safe with me.” She gave each partially-clothed stud a long look. “All three?”

  Serah released a slow breath, her shoulders slumping with the movement. “Yes.” She braced herself, preparing for her godmother’s judgment.

  “Mercy!” Hestia nudged Serah’s ribcage. “That’s my girl.”

  Relief washed over her. “So you’re not mad at me?”

  “Heavens, no!” She swatted Serah with the fan as Draque rolled onto his back. “Oh my, those pecs! Looks like you don’t need me to fulfill any wishes,” she said with an exaggerated wink.

  Holy dragon dong! She’d had no idea her godmother was such a horny old lady.

  “Actually....” Serah twisted her fingers, thinking of the right words to say. “Can you make Grandfather like shifters?”

  “Shifters?” Hestia dropped her fan, eyes bulging. “They’re shifters?” The words sounded like Hydra venom, dripping o
ff her tongue.

  She repressed a grimace. “Dragons.”

  “Oh, dear.” Her godmother clucked her tongue. “He loathes them the most. I can’t fix prejudice. You know that.”

  “Damn.” A boiling cauldron burned a hole through her heart. “What do I do?”

  “Have fun with them while you can,” she said with a disinterested air. “You’ll tire of them in a few weeks anyway.”

  “Yeah, probably,” she lied, but she wasn’t about to get into it with Hestia. Serah might have had a siren’s lust, but she had a witch’s heart, and giving them up would crush her. When she heard them moving around again, she pulled Hestia to her feet. “You need to go before they wake.”

  “All right.” She let out a loud hiccup. “Which way’s the exit?”

  “Godmother,” Serah groaned, “use your magic.”

  “Oh, yes, of course.” She slapped her forehead with the fan. “I knew that. One drink before I go.”

  “No more drinks,” Serah hissed. “Please go.”

  Hestia pouted. “Well, you’re no fun.”

  When Serah dug her fingers into Hestia’s arm, giving her a stern look, she snapped her fan back into a wand and poofed away, leaving behind a coating of pink sparkle dust on Serah’s fingers. Returning to the sofa, Serah slipped the pillow out of Ladon’s arms, and slid into its place. She let out a satisfied sigh when he squeezed her tight and feathered a kiss across her temple. How the hell was she supposed to walk away from this?

  DRAQUE FIRESBREATH blinked at the canopy of black and silver crystals he saw through the top of the translucent bubble, contemplating how tonight had gone from the best night of his life to the worst.

  She’d said she’d be their girl, their mate. She hadn’t named any conditions. She hadn’t warned them she’d tire of them in a few weeks, which is what he’d overheard her tell her godmother. Was she prejudiced against dragons, like her grandfather, and just using them? Or was it part of her natural siren instincts to toy with her lovers and move on? Either way, it burned.