38. Violet

38

VIOLET

You'd think with the fate of multiple realms hanging in the balance, people would be a bit more focused on the task at hand. But no. The testosterone-fuelled pissing contest between Flint and Caine has reached epic proportions, and Thorne's brooding isn't helping matters.

"For the last time," Caine grits out, ice cracking over the library table, "we need precision. Control. Not your usual ‘destroy everything and sort it out later' approach."

Flint's flames dance dangerously close to a stack of ancient texts. "And your rigid, stick-up-your-arse planning is getting us nowhere. We have less than six days left!"

"Guys," I try to interject, but they ignore me.

"Maybe if you spent less time showing off and more time actually helping..." Caine starts .

"Oh, that's rich coming from Mr I-froze-time-itself-so-worship-me..."

"Enough!" Thorne's shadows suddenly engulf the table, plunging us into darkness for a moment before retreating. "This isn't helping."

I shoot him a grateful look, but there's something off about his expression. He's been quieter than usual since the Council left, his shadows more restless.

"What's really going on here?" I ask, looking at each of them. "Because this isn't just about different approaches to problem-solving."

The silence that follows is deafening.

"They're afraid," Gaida says from behind me, making me jump. I hadn't even heard her approach. "We all are."

She slides into the seat next to me, her presence comforting as she gives me a smile.

"We're not afraid," Flint protests.

"Really?" Gaida arches her eyebrow. "So you're not terrified that Violet might die trying to transform wild magick? That Caine might burn himself out maintaining the time freeze? That your fire power, which is, well, let's just call it unusual for a Snow Dragon, isn't going to burn your arse and that Thorne's shadows might not be enough to protect any of us from what's coming?"

Bullseye.

I do love her. She is amazing.

All three boys flinch slightly .

"And you?" I ask her softly. "What are you afraid of?"

She meets my eyes steadily. "Not getting that thing we talked about."

Oh.

I give her a sad smile.

"This is exactly what he wants," Thorne says suddenly, his voice tight. "Nathaniel. He wants us divided, distracted."

"Distracted from what?" Caine asks, but I think I know.

"From seeing the obvious solution," I say slowly. "We've been trying to figure out how to transform wild magick, but we've been working separately. Each trying to prove our way is best."

"While you're trying to maintain connections with everyone without favouring anyone," Gaida adds pointedly. "Because heaven forbid you actually admit you need help choosing."

I feel my cheeks heat. "Choosing what?"

"Your anchor. The one who's going to ground you when you try to transform the magick. You can't connect equally with all of them - it'll tear you apart."

More uncomfortable silence.

"No." I shake my head. "We are equal. There is no choosing of any kind."

"She's right, Violet," Caine says, leaning on his cane. "The power you're carrying needs a focal point. Someone to help channel it."

"We all want to be that someone," Flint admits grudgingly. "Because we all think we know what's best for you."

"While I've been trying to maintain everyone's feelings and not deal with my own. Fuck, we're a mess."

"A hot mess," Gaida agrees, but there's affection in her voice. "But maybe that's not a bad thing."

I look at her questioningly.

"Think about it," she continues. "What makes wild magick so powerful? It's not just raw force. It's passion, emotion, connection. Everything we try to suppress because we're afraid of getting hurt."

"Or hurting others," Thorne adds quietly.

"So, what are you saying?" I ask. "That we need to embrace the mess?"

"I'm saying you need to stop trying to be perfect. All of you." She looks around the table. "Flint, your passion isn't a weakness. It's what makes your flames come alive. Caine, your need for control comes from wanting to protect people, not just from being rigid. Thorne, your shadows are darkest when you're trying to hide how much you care."

They all shift uncomfortably under her assessment.

"And you," she turns to me, "need to stop trying to be everything to everyone. Choose your anchor based on what feels right, not what you think will hurt people least."

"You see an awful lot, don't you?"

"I see the world through my father's eyes. Ancient, all-seeing, powerful. It's how I was taught. I see things you haven't even caught wind of yet. "

"Like what?" I frown at her.

She smiles. "Like how you have suddenly and totally forgotten what this is all really about."

"Huh?"

"Morgan le Fay."

I shift uncomfortably. "How do you know about that?"

She makes a vee with her fingers and jabs at her eyes before she jabs them at all of us in turn. "I see shit. Plus, Dad told me."

I giggle. "Okay, that's cheating."

She smiles and sits back like a fucking queen, and I know I will miss her when, if , I die.

"So what about Morgan?" I ask, trying to refocus. " How does she fit into all this?"

Gaida leans forward again, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Think about it. Who was Morgan le Fay? One of the most powerful sorceresses in history, right? But also, someone who walked the line between light and dark. She understood balance in a way few others ever have before or since."

I nod slowly, seeing where she's going with this. "Her power is what's awakening in the forest."

"Exactly," Gaida says. "So maybe instead of trying to transform or contain it, you need to understand it. To connect with it on a deeper level."

"How?" Flint asks, frustrated.

It suddenly becomes so clear to me. "By becoming her."

Silence .

No motion.

Time stands still.

I frown and click my fingers under Caine's nose. "Did you freeze everyone?"

He shakes his head slowly. "No, I?—"

"How in the hell do you do that?" Thorne asks, more agitated than I've ever seen him.

I shrug. "I have no idea. But I need to start thinking about it. Gaida's dad?—"

"Aurelius," she interrupts me, and my eyes widen as I smirk.

"Oh, that's fancy," I snicker.

She grins.

"… Aurelius said that I was the one . That no other was like me. Maybe he was hinting at something deeper."

"More than likely," Gaida agrees.

"Like what?" Flint asks cautiously.

"Like I can reincarnate Morgan, or at least, her actual power."

"How?" Caine asks quietly.

"I don't know. But I can ask her."

"What?" Thorne mumbles.

"I've heard her speaking to me in my head. She calls me little flower. I know now why Nathaniel calls me that. Blergh." I make a gagging noise in my disgust.

"What did she say?" Flint asks.

"She said it was about balance. But that's not going to help this situation. It was never about that. Balance isn't going to cut it. Balance is what we've already got, what her magick is trying to tear apart."

"But that's precisely the problem," Thorne argues. "If you take that power into you, we already said it will possibly kill you."

"No, not that power," I counter. " Her power."

"You've lost me."

I take a deep breath, trying to organise my thoughts. "Okay, look. The wild magick in the forest - that's not really Morgan's power. It's a twisted, uncontrolled version of it that's been locked away for centuries. But Morgan herself, her essence, her true power—that's something different."

"And you think you can access that?" Caine asks, his brow furrowed.

"I don't know," I admit. "But I think it's worth trying. If I can connect with Morgan, maybe I can understand how to handle this power without destroying everything or letting the Old Ones through."

Flint leans forward, his eyes bright. "So instead of trying to contain or transform the wild magick?—"

"We channel it," Thorne finishes, his shadows swirling thoughtfully. "Through you, guided by Morgan's knowledge."

"Exactly," I nod. "It's not about balance anymore. It's about direction. Giving all that power a purpose."

"But how do we do that?" Caine asks. "How do you connect with Morgan on that level?"

I bite my lip, thinking. "I'm not sure. But I think it has something to do with why Nathaniel turned me. Why he's been calling me ‘little flower'. There's a connection there I'm not seeing yet. I need to think."

They all nod slowly, but don't say anything.

"Not here with you all staring at me."

Gaida rises. "Guess that's my cue."

I grab her hand and squeeze it. "Thank you. You were needed here."

"Just doing my part to save the world."

We share a smile, and she waves as I let her go, and she wanders off.

"How are you holding up?" I ask Caine.

He frowns. "Fine, why?"

"I need to relax a bit." My tone takes on a seductive lilt, which lights a fire under him.

"Oh, we can help with that, snowdrop."

"Thank fuck. I need a distraction," Flint mutters.

"Let's go."

We hastily gather up all the books and stack them neatly, ready to continue our research later. But right now, this is needed. We all need a time out to connect, and then I know Gaida is right. Only one of them can hold my soul in place while I do whatever the fuck it is I'm going to do, and I'm going to have to make a choice.

Slipping quietly into my room, words aren't necessary between us.

I slowly undress, taking my time and giving them something to look at. Their gazes heat up as they move towards me.

Caine's icy fingers trail between my breasts. Flint cups them from behind, his lips finding the sensitive spot on my neck. Thorne moves to the side of us, his shadows caressing my skin as he turns my head and claims my mouth in a searing kiss.

The contrasts of temperature and texture send shivers through me. Ice, fire, shadow, and that murky grey where Morgan's power lies are all centred on me. I close my eyes, letting myself get lost in the sensations.

"You're so beautiful," Thorne murmurs against my lips.

I reach out, running my hands over his body as he makes his clothes disappear. Lean muscle, smooth skin, the raw power vibrating beneath the surface. My boys. My loves.

We tumble onto the bed in a tangle of limbs. Hands and mouths explore familiar territory with desperate hunger, knowing if this goes sideways, it might be the last time we are together this way. I arch into their touch, craving the connection, needing to feel grounded in my body after days of grappling with this ancient magick.

Caine's frozen touch traces intricate patterns across my skin, making me shiver with pleasure. His lips follow, leaving a trail of icy kisses down my neck and chest. I gasp as Flint's warm hands contrast sharply with Caine's chill, kneading my breasts and teasing my nipples to stiff peaks.

Thorne's shadows caress me everywhere, a phantom touch that heightens every sensation. His mouth claims mine again in a deep, passionate kiss that leaves me breathless .

I reach out, running my hands over their bodies, revelling in the feel of hard muscle and smooth skin. My fingers trace the lines of Caine's abs, tangle in Flint's hair, grip Thorne's rock-hard cock. I want to memorise every inch of them, to carry this moment with me no matter what comes next.

"Please," I whisper, not even sure what I'm asking for. More. Everything.

They seem to understand. Caine's fingers slip between my thighs, circling my clit exquisitely. Flint's mouth replaces his hands on my breasts, his tongue swirling around my nipple. Thorne kisses his way down my body, settling between my legs when Caine moves aside.

The first swipe of his tongue against my pussy has me arching off the bed with a cry of agonising lust. Caine captures my moan with his mouth, kissing me deeply as Thorne works me with lips and tongue. Flint's hands roam over my body, his touch surprisingly scorching in contrast to Caine's chill.

Thorne's talented tongue drives me higher, circling my clit before dipping inside. I writhe between them, chasing my release.

"Let go, snowdrop," Caine murmurs against my lips. "We need to hear what we do to you."

I don't make them wait. I shatter into a thousand pieces under their touch. Waves of rapture explode over me as Thorne works me through my orgasm, sliding his fingers inside my pussy, so I can clench down on him. As I come down from the high, quivering with need, they rearrange themselves. Caine settles between my thighs, his hard length pressing against me. Flint and Thorne position themselves on either side, their cocks hard as steel and silky smooth as I reach out, wrapping my hands around them as Caine slowly pushes inside me. The stretch and fullness are exquisite. He sets a steady rhythm, each thrust sending sparks of pleasure through me. I stroke Flint and Thorne in time with Caine's movements, loving the groans I draw from them.

Suddenly, to my shock and awe, our magicks intertwine, purple light dancing with ice, fire, and shadow. The power builds between us, electric and alive. For a moment, I can almost glimpse something beyond - ancient and wild and terrifyingly beautiful.

But then it's gone.

Caine's thrusts become more urgent, driving deeper. I cry out as he hits that perfect spot inside me, pleasure building rapidly. Flint and Thorne get even harder in my hands, groaning as they hold on to their orgasms.

"Violet," Caine groans, his rhythm faltering. "I'm close."

"Don't stop."

Our magicks surge, intertwining even more intensely. The power builds to a crescendo as Caine drives into me one last time. His cock pulses inside me as I clench around him. His knot inflates, and I moan as I'm stretched to capacity.

"Rude," Throne pants, pulling his cock out of my hand. "We have to wait now. "

"Who says?" Caine asks and wraps his arms around me. He rolls us over so that I'm lying on top of him. Thorne moves behind me and helps me into a position where he has access to my rear hole.

I gasp. I've only ever done this once, and it wasn't pleasant.

"Do you want this?" Thorne asks.

I take a shaky breath, considering Thorne's question. The idea of having both of them inside me at once is thrilling but also a bit intimidating.

"I... I'm not sure," I admit. "I've only done anal once before, and it wasn't great."

Thorne nods, understanding in his eyes. "We don't have to if you're not comfortable. There are other ways we can all be together."

But something in me wants to try. I want to push my boundaries and experience everything with these men I love.

"I want to," I say softly. "Just go slow?"

Thorne smiles, pressing a gentle kiss to my shoulder. "Of course, love. We'll take it nice and easy."

Caine, still locked inside me, strokes my back soothingly. "We've got you, snowdrop. Just relax."

I nod, letting out a slow breath.

I feel Thorne's fingers swiping up the cum that has dripped out of my pussy around Caine's knot. He presses his fingers gently to my hole, wiping the cum over me as he probes gently at my rear entrance. He takes his time, working me open slowly and carefully. The initial discomfort fades, replaced by a building pleasure that has me squirming on Caine's knot.

Flint pushes his cock between my lips, and I take him, eager for the distraction.

"Ready?" Thorne asks a few moments later.

I nod, my mouth still stuffed with Flint's dick.

Slowly, so slowly, he pushes inside. There's a brief flash of pain that has me tensing, but Caine and Thorne murmur soothing words, encouraging me to relax. I focus on their voices, on the pleasure of being so completely filled. Inch by inch, Thorne slides deeper until he's buried inside me.

The sensation is overwhelming. I feel stretched to my limits, stuffed full in a way I've never experienced before. For a moment, we're all still, letting me adjust.

Then Thorne moves, slow and careful. The drag of his cock sends shockwaves of pleasure through me. Caine rocks up into me as much as he can with his knot locked inside.

Flint pulls out of my mouth, stroking himself as he watches us. His eyes are dark with lust. "So fucking hot," he growls, shoving his cock back in my mouth. He grips the back of my head and holds me in place while he fucks my mouth harshly.

Our magicks surge again, intertwining in dizzying patterns.

Thorne's thrusts grow steadier as I relax into the sensation. The initial discomfort fades entirely, replaced by waves of intense pleasure. I moan, overwhelmed by the sensations of three cocks inside me .

"That's it, princess," Thorne murmurs. "You're taking us so well."

Caine's hands grip my hips, guiding my movements. "So perfect, snowdrop. So tight around us."

Their praise washes over me, heightening every sensation. I'm lost in a haze of pleasure, my body singing with the feeling of being so completely filled and cherished.

The buildup is slow but intense. Each thrust from Thorne, each rock of Caine's hips, each slide of Flint's cock over my tongue, sends sparks of bliss through me. The pleasure builds higher and higher, a tidal wave edging towards the shore, waiting to crash over me. I'm trembling, desperate for release, but never wanting this moment to end.

"Let it happen," Thorne murmurs, his thrusts becoming more erratic. "Come for us, Violet."

Flint's hand gathers up my hair, and he fists it tightly as his movement becomes even more forceful.

I close my eyes and fall apart around them, moaning around Flint's cock as waves of rapture crash over me. My body convulses, pulling Thorne over the edge with me. I feel the pulse of his release, the flood of his cum inside me.

Flint growls, pulling out of my mouth at the same time as Caine's cock deflates enough for him to pull me off his and Thorne's cocks and hands me to Flint.