Page 38 of Overwhelmed By Magic

I’m trying to find it in my heart to hate him watching but I just can’t.

In fact, I’m a little more turned on that he has a clear view of what’s about to happen.

“Focus on me, babe. He can watch but I’m the one fucking you.”

I groan as he roughly fucks me open, adding fingers until he’s up to four. It feels like his entire fist is up there by the time he fills me with his cock, neither of us able to hold on long. I’m not even sure I can come again but I’m all for Harlow spilling into my ass and coating me with his essence. It’s only been a week since I truly spent time in my bed with this man but goddess, I need it.

Grunts and groans fill the air, my body flushing with heat as Ambrose’s essence caresses and dances along my skin in contrast with Harlow’s. It’s an odd feeling, ramping up my pleasure until I’m on the edge of another orgasm. Harlow seems to be using this as some kind of show, hands digging into my waist as he rams into me.

When he finally unloads inside of me, I can’t help but sag against the mattress, releasing cum into the sheets. Ambrose’s presence appears beside the bed and I twist to see the mage grabbing Harlow by the scruff of his hair. The kiss is rough and demanding, Harlow’s cock twitching in my ass as Ambrose takes what he wants. It’s hot as fuck and not as awkward as I thought it would be.

When they break apart, I slide out from under Harlow, intent on hurrying them toward the showers before we join the others. I don’t get far, Ambrose pulling me into his chest for a kiss as well, although much softer than the one he gave Harlow.

“You can’t expect me to watch that shit and not devour the both of you. I will at some point. Neither of you are ready for that.” Ambrose presses a kiss to my nose, his demeanor in stark contrast to the one he showed in my office. Maybe it’s the claim.

Harlow stumbles behind me, grinning like he’s won the lottery. When he holds out his arm, I realize he has. Seems that my essence is working overtime, claiming anyone and everyone I decide to bring in. “As much as I want to bask in this mark right now, I think Skye has a few important things to tell us that shouldn’t wait much longer.”

“I agree with the sentiment, hot stuff.”

I swear that when Ambrose winks at him, Harlow blushes. I think I might like this new dynamic.

24

RUMI

Jade is petting Stellan and as odd as it is to see my Incubus wrapped around the little fire elemental, it’s also adorable. Their essence could kill a person, for Jade, it has—and yet, in this moment, everything just feels so… domestic.

I thought I might feel like an outsider the first few times I caught Stellan crawling into his lap but that’s hardly the case. I’m ecstatic that Jade has found another outlet and even happier that Stellan has found someone to lean on. The fire elemental was all but terrified when he walked in here and I’ve seen him smile a few times since.

Granted, his happiest moment was in Skye’s office with the human in his lap.

None of us missed the tendrils of pink essence but maybe that’s why we’re all meeting tonight. It’s a good thing because I feel like Skye is losing a piece of himself being at Grimrose Academy. A week ago, I was intrigued by his presence. I wanted to know more about him. Now, I’m wondering if he’s supposed to be here for some reason.

I snort when Jade starts rubbing his nose along Stellan’s temple, the fire elemental’s eyes closing with every pass. “Jesus, Jade, he’s not a dog.”

“No, he’s not.”

“Don’t get mad. I’m comfortable,” Stellan whispers.

I go to say something when the rest of our little group strolls in, Skye in tow. His cheeks are bright red but it’s Ambrose’s giddy expression I’m focused on. When the mage looks like that, it’s never a good thing. He holds up two bottles of rum, shaking them vigorously before finding a spot on the floor.

“What are you so happy about?”

Ambrose doesn’t immediately answer me, Harlow sitting next to him as he proceeds to pull chips from whatever void I’ve seen him disappear into. He’s tried explaining what it is, that it’s just another place of existence, but that shit still makes no sense. They’re both smiling. Together.

And when they share a look, poor Skye still lingering in the doorway, I’ve had enough. “Someone going to explain what the fuck is going on or do I need to compel the human in the room to spill some answers?”

Skye lets out something dangerously close to a squeak but it’s the animalistic growls from the other two that have me pausing. Oh. A sly grin slides over my lips as Jade and Stellan return to their momentary bliss. “You claimed Skye?” I ask Ambrose, watching as that brilliant green in his eyes flashes with amusement.

He shakes his head, leaning back on his hands. He’s abnormally close to Harlow and the spirit isn’t moving. “No, our little human claimed me first, it seems and then Harlow just had to fuck his boyfriend and somehow brushing the mark called me. Quite a show. 10/10. Would watch again.”

If Skye’s cheeks were red before, they’re scarlet now. He finds a seat on the floor a few inches away from them. “None of that was on purpose. It just happened but,” he rolls up his sleeve and shoves his arms toward us, “I don’t have another mark. The current one just has more essence.”

No fucking way.

Claim marks are like a badge of honor. They used to wear them as such. Having them grouped like that means that their essence is completely in line with each other. It’s such a rare occurrence that I have only seen it once or twice, something that everyone in this room seems to understand so I don’t dwell on it.

I sit by Skye, Jade and Stellan moving closer until we’re sitting in a small ring. I don’t think in the hundred years I’ve been here that I’ve ever been this close with more than Jade and Ambrose. Even then, Ambrose and I were on good terms but never friends.

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