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Adrian quickens his thrusts, crashing into my ass hard. Strong. Harder every subsequent time. I want to scream, but my mouth is filled with Mason’s cock. My screams are muffled, as we all just keep fucking to infinity.

The momentum grows, overtaking us all, threatening to devour and destroy everything in its path. But for us, nothing else exists. Only this moment. Only our bodies and how we weave the tapestry of desire. Higher and higher, for now, there is nowhere else to go. We will come down crashing, if we must.

At the same time, our bodies stiffen, rock hard, every muscle inside of us tight, purposeful, desperate. My pussy grips, as I mold my lips around Mason’s enormous, palpitating cock. One more thrust, and we’re all done. Finished. Hotter, brighter, more desperate than ever before.

We all need to scream our release to the world, but none of us does it. Adrian’s cock pulsates inside of me, spilling his seed.I can feel his balls heaving. Mason’s aftermath is the same. His release is quick, salty, succulent.

Still breathing heavily, lightning suddenly rips the sky apart somewhere in the distance. I jump, my muscles still tense, like an animal.

“See, we got an applause,” Mason chuckles, and I punch him playfully on the shoulder.

He suffocates his laughter, and we all wait a moment or two, just to make sure Dominick is still asleep. The silence calms us down.

Without another word, I watch them as they get dressed. One by one, they walk over to me, and give me a kiss. I smile after each one. I mean, there’s nothing to say, is there?

Sleep takes over me easily. I watch them leave my room, and I’m still awake when I hear the front door close, with a lock I know can be opened only from the inside. I close my eyes. I expect my thoughts to awaken with a mad need to rationalize what just happened, but none of that happens. It was magic. And, no one tries to rationalize magic, do they?

I shuffle a little under the covers, and find the right position. The alcohol has evaporated from my system. I’m just left with the courage and knowledge that what happened just now was exactly what I wanted to happen. Nothing more. Nothing less.

My mind a blank, I’m lulled to sleep mere moments after the guys left.

CHAPTER 21

The following morning, I wake up with a slight headache. It starts right at my temples, and then spreads like thorns of angry bush roses around my head, poking any place it reaches, creating thousands of little pain fountains. But, that’s not what I’m focused on.

I grab at my cover and pull it over my head, in a futile effort to hide myself from the world. I can’t believe what I did. I seriously can’t believe I did that. I had sex with Mason. And, Adrian. And, Wagner. What on Earth was I thinking?!

I’m so upset with myself that I can’t even feel the headache any longer. How will I be able to look at them, at any of them? Maybe it’s best just to gather my stuff, get Dominick and get out of here before anyone…

“Knock, knock…” I hear a voice through the closed doors, at the same time that I actually hear the sound of knocking.

“Yeah?” I mumble, my voice hoarse and unpleasant.

“Whoa, you sound like an 80 year old heavy smoker when you wake up,” Mason peeps through the door.

“It’s the alcohol from last night,” I try to explain, but the more I speak, the worse I sound.

I’m still hiding underneath the covers, but I feel Mason sit on the edge of the bed. He doesn’t try to get me to come out. For a few moments, he just sits there next to me. I wonder what the time is. Is Dominick up already? Has he had breakfast?

“Adrian said this will help,” Mason says, then I hear the sound of something being put down on the little nightstand next to the bed.

I peek through a small opening from underneath the cover, and see it’s a cup of some steaming, yellowish liquid.

“It’s peppermint tea, with a little bit of honey,” he explains. “According to Adrian, people have been using peppermint tea for centuries as a cure for hangover. He said, ahem, lemme see if I can quote him, it both counteracts the nauseating effect of a hangover, and relaxes tense nerves and muscles.”

“That was pretty good,” I smile, still not coming out.

“Sounds enough like him, right?” I can hear him laugh this time.

“It really does.”

“You know, in his entire lifetime, he’s only loved one woman,” he suddenly starts telling me a story. “She was some countess or shit. I forget. Real looker. Men’s jaws would drop to the ground when she would pass by. And, for some reason she had eyes only for him. This was shortly after he escaped the circus, before he joined us. Our paths still hadn’t crossed at that point. So, anyway, he found work doing some odd jobs. He would send her things he carved from wood, as presents. She loved them. And, she loved him. He wanted to marry her, and after a few months of courting her secretly, he asked her to marry him. She said yes. But, he had to ask her father for her hand, and a blessing from him was something he wouldn’t be getting that easily, because her father had already arranged a marriage with one of his friends, who was much older than his daughter. I guess that’s how things were done back in the day. As you can guess, the proposal didn’t go that well. Adrian was thrown out of her house. He almost ended up in prison. He wasn’t allowed to come near her. On the morning of her wedding day, she was found dead. She swallowed deadly nightshade berries. A few were still left in a little bowl. He was crushed. I think he never even looked at another woman, until you came into our lives.”

A few tears rolled down my face as I was listening to his story. I press my face against the pillow, to wipe it. Then, I slide the cover down, revealing myself.

“I didn’t know that,” I whisper, my voice trembling.

“I told you this story to show you that for him, for us, for me and Wagner as well, this isn’t just a fling. If it’s just that to you, then all you need to do is say so, and we won’t stand in your way, if you want to leave, or whatever else you want to do. I - “

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