22. Maeve

My eyes flickered open, recognizing the tapestries on the wall and the blazing fire.

I was in the Great Hall.

I must’ve fallen asleep.

It had been an intense day – between meeting Emily, signing the papers declaring me official owner of Briarwood, sword fighting and crying with Arthur, skipping around the garden while Flynn chased me with a croquet mallet, devouring a stack of Rowan’s scones, and then holing up in the library with Corbin to pore through the ancient books about the fae.

We worked for hours, mostly in companionable silence, and although I started making notes for my ethnographic project, we hadn’t managed to find much that would be useful in our current predicament.

I must’ve fallen asleep in front of the TV or something. But why do we have the fire going? It’s the middle of summer.

I sat up, rubbing my eyes. All the overstuffed couches and mismatched coffee tables and gaming consoles were gone. Someone had even got rid of the bar. The room was bare apart from the velvet chaise lounge I reclined on. It had been placed in the center of the room, directly under one of the wrought-iron chandeliers.

But…but how did the guys move all this furniture without me waking up? And why would they do that? Are we spring-cleaning the castle or something?

“You have to choose, Maeve.” Corbin walked past the fire, circling my couch. I jolted with shock as I took in his complete nakedness – every inch of Corbin’s muscled, tattooed body was on proud display. His broad chest tapered into a narrow waist and tight, toned thighs, the muscles pulling and rippling as he moved. Between his legs, an enormous cock stood proud and erect, the head beaded with pre-cum.

“Um…” My words dried on my lips. An ache of wanting surged in my stomach, flaring between my legs. Damn. Imagine that body pressed up against mine, my fingers running over those tight abs, stroking that enormous?—

My eyes barely recovered from the beauty of Corbin when Arthur fell in step behind him, also completely naked. If Corbin had the body of a Greek hero, than Arthur’s was the body of a Viking warrior or a fantastical monster – his muscles were even larger, bulging from his body like hard rocks. Tattoos of knots and serpent dragons encircled his arms and upper torso, and along the inside of his thighs and arms were thin, white scars. He’d freshly oiled his beard and braided it into two long strands that curled out from his body. Bright-colored beads carved with those stick-like symbols tied the ends.

His beard wasn’t the only thing that curved. His huge, hard cock – even bigger than Corbin’s, if that was even possible – had a slight upward curve to it. Would that rub in all the right places when it was inside me?

I ached to find out.

“Gggg…” My core pulsed with need, suddenly aware of how hollow I felt, how desperate I was to be full. But with whom?

Flynn came next, skipping into the room like the fool he was, his whole face lit up with that dazzling devil’s grin. He was leaner, more wiry than the others, but still toned. Freckles scattered across his chest and down his arms. Unlike the others, he only had one tattoo – a woman’s face on his chest, right above his heart.

My eyes darted to his cock, which wasn’t as long as Corbin’s or Arthur’s, but was thick and inviting with reddish veins around the already engorged head. I licked my lips, wanting to run my tongue along the length of him.

Flynn’s sparkling eyes met mine. “You have to choose, Maeve.”

I cast my eyes around for Rowan. He emerged from the shadows at the corner of the room and followed the others to move around my couch. His dark skin glowed in the crackling firelight. The dreadlocks around his face were pinned back with a silver brooch covered in knotwork. The rest streamed down his back, the beads on the bottoms clattering together. His cock swung between his legs, bigger and longer than all of the others. Rowan stared at the ground, his lips moving as he counted something on the rug. When he finished, he looked up, and the hunger and wistfulness in his eyes nearly broke me completely.

The guys circled the couch, inching closer to me with each round. My eyes didn’t know where to look, drinking in the sight of all those bulging muscles and gleaming cocks, all erect and waiting for me.

Corbin touched me first, sliding my robe off my shoulders, his fingers like fire against my skin. When did I change into a robe?

I sat up, swinging my legs over the edge of the couch as the robe pooled around my body. I was naked underneath. Corbin’s eyes widened as he took me in. His hand skimmed over my collarbone, my breast, the edge of my stomach. His dark fingers fluttered over my thigh, and the ache burned hot inside me. I pressed my legs together and dug my toes into the thick rug.

“May we touch you?” he asked, his voice husky with need.

I moved my legs apart, giving them a full view. “Don’t be shy.”

Arthur didn’t wait another moment. He lunged at me, his eyes wild with hunger. He pressed his mouth to mine.

The kiss burned right through my body, reaching inside me and twisting my insides around. Arthur’s huge hands cupped my breasts, grazing my nipples with the coarse surface of his fingers. I gasped against his lips as his rough touch sent shivers right to my core.

Arthur bent me back against the couch. He dived between my legs, nibbling my thighs, teasing me to the very edge. While he danced around the one spot that throbbed with need, Corbin climbed up beside me, his lips devouring mine. Behind his head, Flynn shuddered as his eyes wandered over my body, and his hands reached out to stroke my skin.

Hands slipped over my breasts, cupping each one. A freckled hand, a black hand. Corbin’s tongue danced in my mouth, while another pair of lips – Rowan’s, I think – kissed a trail down my neck. The circle closed around me, my guys worshipping my body, touching my heart, tearing open my chest and spilling all my pain and sorrow upon the velvet couch.

My guys lay me right back into the cushions, folding their bodies around me. Hands and lips and tongues everywhere. Arthur’s long hair tickled my skin as he kissed along my inner thigh, inching closer and closer to the ache that demanded attention. I gripped hard muscle, holding them tight.

Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.

Hands gripped my thighs, pulling my legs apart. The ache throbbed inside me.

Please, please, I want all of you. I want everything you have to give me.

And then I was sinking, slipping away, and the lips against mine grew hotter and hotter, and the world swirled. I pulled back, and got a good look at the guy I was kissing.

it wasn’t Corbin.

It was Blake.

I gasped, but whether it was surprise or pleasure I could no longer tell. A sound pierced my ears – a shrill, rhythmic ringing that drew me back from the moment.

The edges of Blake’s face wobbled, and his voice sounded far away.

“What’s happening?” I choked out. My words sounded weird, like I was speaking underwater. The shrill ring in my ears intensified, drowning out the pleasure pulsing through my veins. The room, the boys, the lips and tongues and fingers all faded away as an inky blackness devoured my eyes.

Blake’s grin followed me as I slipped away into oblivion. “Welcome to your wildest dreams, Princess.”