Chapter 7 | Ravinica

Chapter 7

Ravinica

ADMITTEDLY, THERE WASN’T much to do underground other than fuck, sleep, and eat my way through the blizzard, and try to stay as warm as possible. Luckily, I had plenty of bodies to keep me warm, any time I needed. Life could certainly be worse beneath Vikingrune Academy.

The torrid sex with my partners helped me stay fit during downtime with no classes, and kept the pounds off—for the most part—during bouts of overeating. It also kept away boredom; I never knew what my mates would do next.

I often found myself giddily thinking over the past few weeks, What interesting position or earth-shattering move will they pull on me this time?

I felt bad for my neighbors, on the left and right of my dwelling. With the sounds they heard coming from my room, they probably imagined I was getting frequently strangled.

They wouldn’t be far off. The intense romp with Sven was the newest tally to add to the scoreboard.

Deep down, I knew why I was doing this—why mindless fucking had become such a prominent part of my life.

Firstly, the aforementioned boredom of not having classes or anywhere to go, and the need to keep my mind off nuisances like my brother Damon.

Secondly, a little deeper, it helped me get closer to my men. The pillow-talk and aftercare was often second to none.

And thirdly, deeper still, I was trying to fight off the constant worry of being on the cusp of losing them . There was no logic behind it, only that I knew once classes began, field duty separated us from each other, and life became a whirlwind, this special tether I’d bonded around my mates would slowly diminish, if not fade completely.

Put plainly, I wanted to stamp the memory of my body and warmth on Sven, Grim, Magnus, Arne, and Corym so they would never forget me and would think about me all day and night.

I fel like something of a control freak because of that illogical notion.

My men filled a hole inside me. Not that hole, but the void in my soul constantly barking at me that I wasn’t good enough or worthy of their love. That I was just a simple half-bred bog-blood girl who could never be fully loved.

If I brought up my reservations and doubts to any of them, they would call me ridiculous. I had them wrapped around my pinky. Even the man I hadn’t been able to touch since the end of the term—the one I pined for worst of all, because of his dire situation.

Corym E’tar. My golden-haired elven lover. The first elf a human had loved in Midgard in generations.

We were a novelty. People knew about us and the lengths I’d gone to to save him. Which wasn’t necessarily a good thing. Many thought I was a traitor to our people for going out of my way to make sure he lived after the Huscarls arrested us in the tunnels toward the end of my first term.

I didn’t give a shit what my peers thought, these days. Only the five men I kept in my bed, and the two girls who showed me unconditional love—Dagny and Randi—deserved my attention.

My lack of confidence in other departments had waned, after I’d proven myself to the student body. They’d seen me take on Grim Kollbjorn in a duel and come out victorious. They knew what Magnus had done in my name to Astrid and Corta—and many of them probably thought I’d called the hit on those two girls.

I didn’t do anything to dissuade that false thinking. It helped build my legend. No one except my men knew I was a former would-be assassin.

I didn’t want to be feared, necessarily. Respected was good enough for me. Some things didn’t need to be broadcast.

Some might say I’d gotten too big for my britches.

Speaking of britches. After I finished with Sven—or he finished destroying me, rather—and he went off to debrief Hersir Axel Osfen about his scouting mission, I spent the next part of the evening trying to locate my other guys.

I needed to visit Corym soon. I was dying to talk to him to make sure he was all right. Last we’d talked, he had told me to quit worrying about him. Typical man.

Before doing that, I traveled to the eastern part of the underground river, closest to my dwelling, and washed the blood off that Damon had dumped on me. While I was there, naked and hidden behind overturned stones and moss, secluded from outside eyes, a loud throat-clearing made my skin prickle with excitement.

I knew that throat and that sound better than anyone.

I unabashedly turned, silver hair wet and draped over my breasts, and smiled up at the bank where Grim Kollbjorn stood like a stone gargoyle, huge and imposing.

He had his arms crossed, big and meaty over his barrel chest, with a lusty smile on his face behind his short-cropped beard. My largest mate looked as delicious as ever.

Typically, the two rival shifters in my pack—Sven and Grim—would take me together. But I’d just finished with Sven, and Grim had a look in his eyes that told me he wasn’t about to wait for anyone else.

“There you are, little sneak,” he rumbled from his belly. “Been looking for you.”

I angled my head, giving him a faux-innocent smile. “Oh? What can I do for you, my big bad bear? Did you come to blow my house down?”

His brow furrowed. “What?”

I blushed at his confusion. The big lumbering dope. “Never mind. What’s up?”

“I was going to ask if you wanted to take a night stroll.” He stepped out of his boots to wade into the shallow edge of the water. “But I think that’s out.”

My smile sharpened—wicked, devious, playful. I pushed toward him, the dark water waist-deep. He rolled his pants up to his knees and waded toward me.

Grim and I loved to take our nightly strolls. Even down here, they reminded us of our forest walks aboveground. It wasn’t quite the same meandering through these confining tunnels as it was outside, in the fresh trees, free from everyone.

“Why don’t you want to stroll?” I asked coyly.

He came to me and tipped my head back with a single finger on my chin, forcing me to crane my neck to stare up at him. “Because a much better idea just dawned on me.”

Dipping his chin to kiss me, his beard tickled my face as I chuckled.

“Is it a two-person-only idea, or is there room for a third?”

Our heads whipped over to the other side of the river, where Magnus Feldraug stood, the blackness of his trench coat nearly making him invisible against the cave wall. I could only see his pale face against the dark backdrop.

“Were you planning on standing there and watching?” I asked.

“It crossed my mind.” He shrugged. “Partaking seems much more enjoyable.”

“For all involved,” I added, glancing up at Grim, who raised his brow. “The more the merrier. Right, Grim?”

“Whatever you wish, little sneak. Although he might be a bit . . . tight for what I have to offer.”

Magnus scoffed, already flinging off his coat and stepping into the water opposite us. “We’ll see who’s squealing when it’s all said and done, big man.”

I snorted a laugh. “Competitive bunch, aren’t we? Can’t say I hate it.”

“You know what they say,” Magnus chirped once he was behind me, his voice warm honey down my bare spine. “Competition breeds innovation.”

Grim and I both laughed. Then their hands were falling over me. Grim cupped my chin so he could complete his interrupted kiss, while Magnus massaged my shoulders and pushed me deeper into the kiss.

I lost myself to Grim’s full lips and warm tongue, closing my eyes and purring. My thighs squished together, trying to stave off the intense arousal at the sudden position I’d found myself in, and failing miserably.

Sandwiched between two of my men. Awaiting bliss.

“You know, I had some news . . .” Magnus murmured, digging his fingers into my hair and slightly pulling my head back so Grim was forced to dip forward to continue kissing me. “. . . But for the life of me, I can’t remember what it was.”

I smiled in Grim’s mouth. Warmth settled over my pussy and I gasped as Grim sucked in my tongue and breath. Magnus had snaked his free hand to my front, and now palmed my heat and toyed with me. As his fingers played, I whimpered in Grim’s mouth, deepening the kiss.

I reached my hand down and grabbed Grim’s aching bulge through his pants, stroking his massive cock through his slacks, making him erect as a steel beam.

Magnus fingered me, curving his middle and ring fingers just right, while the heel of his palm worked against my aching clit.

My whimper became a pant, face flushing with color and warmth. I moaned and Grim pulled back, peppering my collar with his lips, pushing himself closer against me.

Behind, I felt heat from Magnus, his molten body melding into mine, my body arching into his hard muscles. With a quick clank of a belt buckle, a sudden pinch of cold zapped my ass and made me shudder with delight—the studs on the underside of Magnus’ cock, running up his length, roaming over me.

The bloodrender shoved his dick between my thighs, ungently. My body bounced and tightened around him. He continued to probe and tease my pussy as his cock speared through my warm flesh. The bulbous, pierced cockhead stuck out the front of me between the juncture of my thighs.

I looked down, smiled, and ran my palm over the dripping crown. I started moving my thighs back and forth along his length, provoking a throaty groan from the bloodrender.

Grim hoisted himself out of his pants. He pushed his cock against my belly, the sheer intimidating length of him showing how deep he would go once he plunged inside.

The monster reached from my hips to my gods-damned tits. My eyes widened, seeing the contrast between our two bodies. All I had to do was lean forward to take Grim into my mouth.

It was easier said than done. My hands wrapped around his length—one at the base, one in the middle, with plenty leftover up top. I kissed the underside of his cockhead, tasting his potent arousal, before smiling up at him and watching him melt before me.

I practically unhinged my jaw to wrap my lips around his broad ridge, sinking Grim deep inside my mouth to the base of my throat.

He groaned, “Fuck, sneak,” and put a hand on my head to gently urge his cock deeper inside me, controlling the rhythm.

I couldn’t remember if I’d ever had Magnus and Grim at the same time. It was delicious and wickedly hot. My silent companion. My emotionless beacon. Similar in some ways, and in others, more different than any two men I’d ever met.

Grim cared too much. Magnus cared not at all. In this moment, they shared me. They met each other at an equilibrium point in order to satisfy me.

I sucked Grim’s cock and stroked him at the same time. His head rolled back and he groaned, building a rhythm with my head bobbing on his length.

Leaning forward meant pushing my ass against Magnus. He took the opportunity to feed himself inside me—slowly, at first, so I could accommodate his piercings and size.

None of my men were slouches between their legs.

Despite being largest, Grim had always been the gentlest. The exception was if he’d gone berserk, in which case he was primal and feral like Sven.

Magnus was controlling. He had a lick of darkness in him, that man, stemming from a life of confusion, scars, and tragedy. The bloodrender liked to tie me up when he could. I lived for every brilliant moment with him. Sex with Magnus was an event , like our first time in Mimir Tomes, and it was no different now.

The cold studs of his piercings made me moan as he stuffed me full from behind. I was reminded of my loud tryst with Sven from a few hours ago, as he took me in the same position but with a much more savage pace.

My two tallest mates towered over me. They controlled me at both ends yet didn’t try to overpower or dominate me. They let me work at my own pace, pushing my ass lazily against Magnus while my head bobbed on Grim.

It didn’t take long for that to change. The water around us splashed, the reflection of nearby torchlight shimmered in the quaking surface of the slow river.

There was something about the cold of the water below us, the metallic twinge inside me, and the sheer heat of the men sandwiching me that made my brain do a tailspin in the best way possible.

Mere minutes passed before I felt a knot of pressure build at the base of my belly, spreading through me rapidly, begging to be unleashed and explode outward. I couldn’t hold onto my resolve.

My breath came out rough as I ripped my mouth off Grim’s cock. “Gods above, boys. I could do this all fucking night and die happy in the morning.”

They chuckled in my ear, low and brooding.

Grim moved forward, went to his knees in the lazy current, and toyed with my breasts. He licked and laved, pebbling my nipples, drawing my tits into his mouth one after the other, and sent a shock of ecstasy swimming through me.

Then he took Magnus’ place of palming my pussy. He vigorously rubbed my clit as Magnus fucked me from behind.

My toes curled in the water. My body jiggled from the sudden orgasm that ripped through me like a jagged lightning bolt. I gasped, crying out, voice echoing off the cave walls.

We weren’t in my room. We were in public, where anyone could walk by. That only added to the sweltering deliciousness of what we were doing.

We were unashamed, the three of us. Bodies so close that, in the darkness, you couldn’t tell us apart. Just a tangle of limbs, voices, heated breaths.

“I want you both,” I begged after the first orgasm.

As if trying to figure out the logistics of it, Magnus said in his deadpan voice, “If I put this in your ass, I’ll rip you apart.”

“Good.”

Magnus wasn’t wrong. The studs might do damage, because I wasn’t used to something like a Jacob’s Ladder in my ass. I could train for it, but the training hadn’t even begun.

Grim chuckled and kissed me. He could have lifted me up by my thighs if he wanted, as he’d done so many times before. Bounced me on his huge cock and fucked the little thoughts out of my head.

His dick was rock-hard and throbbing in front of me, begging to be used. His balls were heavy, low, begging to be drained. And yet, the gentleman he was, he said, “This is fine with me, little sneak. It’s already a delight. I don’t need release. I just need to please you.”

My breath caught in my throat. It was rare to hear a man so committed to my pleasure and nothing else, and the words nearly brought me to my knees.

He was the odd man out here. It wasn’t fair because he was the one who’d found me. If anything, he should have been the one railing me and making me scream his name.

Yet none of that mattered to him.

Grim smiled down at my face, assuring me, and I grinned back at him. Adoring. Loving. Kind.

“You’ll get double the delight next time,” I promised.

“Deal.”

“And don’t think I’m letting you off the hook that easily,” I added.

My hands moved faster, taking his cock, corkscrewing, working him over. I spit on his dick, loud and exaggerated, and stuffed him inside my needy mouth.

He groaned again. Magnus clamped his hands on my heavy cheeks and barreled into me. The claps of our flesh rang out, reverberating. The slow, steady pace we’d been keeping fell out of sync. Our rhythm became hectic, needful, and I moaned as I blew Grim and lost myself to the pleasure of Magnus inside me.

Pulling back for a moment from Grim’s shaft, I choked out, “I won’t break, boys. Please, I’m begging you!”

Magnus went harder. His hips bucked. He grunted. His swinging balls started to smack into my flesh as he fucked the senses out of me. He wrapped a hand around my neck, lightly choking me, bringing a red, flushed tint to my cheeks.

All I could do was whimper and try to stay conscious. Magnus was massaging the outline of Grim’s cock bloating my neck, while he fucked me, as if jerking him off inside my throat.

Within seconds of doing that, Grim roared, held my head down, and pumped his thick cum deep into my belly. Magnus pulled out at the last second and sprayed himself all over me, the ropes slashing into the river and vanishing to the darkness.

I twitched, my pussy alight with tingles, my body ascending.

Grim wrapped me in a hug when he pulled out of my mouth with a wet sound, and then caressed my messed-up face. “Good thing you’re already in the water, love. You need another bath.”

I chuckled, trying to blink away the intense climaxes and stay awake from the sudden spike in sensations. I let Grim hug me against his hard, burly chest, while Magnus coiled in around me from behind.

Magnus mumbled close to my ear, “I have to leave for a week, silvermoon. It might be dangerous. I’m going to the surface.”

“W-What?” Spinning around, I opened my mouth to ask what in Hel Magnus was talking about—

But Arne Gornhodr was standing near the edge of the bank behind him. His blue tunic was unbuttoned at the top, his face pale.

Shocked, a string of shifting emotions hit me all at once. “Arne?”

Even with the serious look on his face, there was a moment of playful banter as he studied the three of us, naked, hugging, tangled.

“Dammit, I always miss the good part,” the iceshaper said with a snap of his fingers. “I’m glad the three of you are together though.”

My head swiveled from him to Magnus. I gave the bloodrender a look that said, I’m not done with you, before returning my gaze to Arne at the bank. “Why? What’s wrong?”

“Sven is in Eir Wing, lass. Someone fucked him up good.”