3. Madelyne

three

Madelyne

I ’ve been so busy since I got here, there’s been hardly any time to think about my old life. It feels like forever ago I was a single preschool teacher. The closest I came to having a man in my life was my creepy stalker, Chad, or the spicy romance books I spent my nights reading. Now I have three men who seem to have fallen directly out of one of my books and are very good at distracting me with their gorgeous bodies and wicked tongues. Before them, one self-induced orgasm a night to help me sleep was all the action I needed. Now I’m getting absolutely destroyed multiple times a day. With Oz in on the Kill Maddy with Orgasms plan my mates seem to have, I have a feeling my new wings are going to get a workout because I’m not going to be able to walk if they keep this up.

It’s so hard to force myself from their embrace. If I had my way I'd stay in this bed with my mates lavishing me with affection forever. But no matter how much I want to stay a melted puddle of goo in Oz’s arms, I have things I have to do. Those responsibilities seem so far away as he strokes his hand through my hair and kisses my forehead.

Laying with my head on his toned chest, my mind wanders, replaying everything that’s happened since I first summoned Belz. I’m not sure how much that drink had to do with his appearance in my life, but something tells me it was Fate that brought them all to me at the precise moments I needed them.

Was I a little pissed at getting tricked into coming to Hell when I first got here? Sure, but despite my initial feelings, I’ve truly enjoyed getting to know my mates and my family. I always felt so alone before. Sure, I had my dad and Reed and I definitely missed both of them, but I never really felt like I fit in back home. Now I know why. Because I didn’t belong there. I belong here.

Hell was home all along .

I snuggle into Oz’s side and he squeezes his arm around me. “You okay, Princess?” His breath fans across my head, making my hair flutter into my face.

“Yeah. Just thinking about how lucky I am to have all of you,” I sigh.

“Trust me. We’re the lucky ones.” He tips my head up, tucking my hair behind my ear and softly presses his lips to mine in a heart-wrenchingly tender kiss I never would have expected from him.

“He’s right, Amica Mea . I don’t know what I ever did to deserve you, but I thank Fates for it every day.”

I tilt my head back to see Belz looking at me like I hung the fucking moon. I’ll never get enough of him looking at me like that.

“I was never serious about anything until I met you. I can’t imagine a world without you in it,” Zephyr utters over me.

Fuck. When did he get so close?

“You can’t say things like that,” I blurt as I turn to look at him.

“And why not?” he demands with a brow raised.

“Because I have stuff to do. I can’t just stay in bed with you three all day. And if you all don’t stop looking at me like I’m the best thing to ever happen to you, I won’t be able to leave.”

“You are the best thing to ever happen to us, Princess,” Oz affirms with a kiss to my head.

“And you never have to leave us. Wherever you go, we’ll follow,” Belz insists.

“I know you would. But some things I need to do alone.” Belz doesn’t look happy about that and Oz looks even less so. I chuckle at the adorable crease between Oz’s eyes. “I need to check on my grandfather. He can’t be doing well after the bomb dropped on him last night. And no offense guys, I’m sure you’re all very close to him, but I don’t think he’d want you to see him like that. But I'm sure you three slackers have plenty you can catch up on while I’m busy.” I look from one to the other making it clear that I'm serious about doing this alone. But the corners of my lips still turn up making it clear that I was only joking when I called them slackers..

“Okay, Angel. I agree. You need to be the one to check on Luc. But when you’re done, we’re going into town. I think we all deserve a break and I haven’t gotten to show you off near enough,” Zeph murmurs.

“You’ve gotten to show her off. I haven’t,” Oz grumbles.

“You’re coming too, dumbass,” Zeph rolls his eyes.

Oz’s body tightens before he breathes, “Oh.”

I giggle until he skewers me with his gaze. Touchy, touchy . He spanks my bare ass with the hand he still has wrapped around me. My gasp turns to a groan as the aftershocks flutter through my pussy.

“No!” I sit up and point at him. “We’re not starting again.”

“Again? You started without me?” Zeph whines.

“And finished ,” Oz smirks. “Our girl is horny in the mornings. You’re going to have to wake up earlier if you want to be the one helping her with that.”

“Every morning?” Zeph gasps looking between us before glaring at Belz.

“Thanks a lot, Oz. I’ve managed to keep that to myself for months. I let you have one morning and this is the thanks I get?” Belz grumbles.

“You said he was a heavy sleeper and he always sleeps in!” I accuse with a laugh. I can’t even blame him. I enjoyed our mornings together and I love that he always found a way to get me to himself. Zephyr though, looks like he’s plotting his boyfriend’s murder.

“He is.” Belz shrugs, completely unrepentant.

“I would have woken up for that !” Zeph growls.

“Okay, okay. Now that everyone knows how horny you all make me…” I trail off, not sure where I was going with that. Oh! Yeah. “I’ll try to be more cognizant about spending alone time with each of you. But most of the time we’ll all be together. I just feel more whole when we’re all together.”

“So do I,” they say as one. I’m glad we’re on the same page.

“Good. Now, let me up so I can get dressed.”

Zeph grumbles as I push him out of my way and Oz and Belz groan as I climb off the bed. Once my feet are on the ground, my wings stretch out and flap. Maybe I can get some flying in when we go to town. Their soft flutter tells me Elphaba and Glinda agree it’s an excellent idea. Feeling my mates’ eyes on me, I bend over and pretend to pick something off the floor, ensuring they get an eyeful of my pussy peeking through beneath my ass.

“Fuuuuck,” Zeph groans. “Why you gotta tease us like that, baby?”

Chuckling, I stand and toss him a wink over my shoulder before I walk away to my closet. I hurry to get dressed but as I attempt to figure out how to make my shirt work with my new additions I remember, I've got magic bitches, and with just a thought I'm dressed popping myself to Gramps’ door before anyone can retaliate. I don’t feel even a little bad leaving them like that. The insatiable beasts would have kept me tied up for hours if they'd gotten their hands on me.

Shaking my head to clear the dirty thoughts of my mates, I face the door and knock. The hall is eerily quiet without even a sound coming from the room. When there’s no answer I try his office door, but still nothing. I pop to his torture room, hoping he’s not in there. I don’t want him to do something he’ll regret. I understand his need for vengeance but he should be of sound mind before he faces Droxley and Marjorkorie again.

Thankfully, the room is empty except for my evil aunt and uncle. Frowning, I study them, shocked to see them both sobbing. The last time I saw them they were lost to their pain, either passed out or silently begging the torture to end. I’ve never seen anyone cry the way they’re both crying now. It doesn’t fit with what I know of them, but I can feel the devastation coming off of them in waves.

More than a little confused, I leave them and try Luc’s bedroom again. This time, when I touch his door, I’m filled with so much despair I can hardly breathe. I have never felt this much off an inanimate object, if that’s even a quarter of what Luc’s feeling, I can’t imagine what it’ll take to bring him back to us. I knock several more times before finally giving up.

Guess I’ll try again later .

Maybe if I give him just a little more time…