Page 39 of Her Irish Treasures
He slowly pulled out of me, making me writhe and gasp and quiver all over again. “Look at your treasures, love. Look at the way they stare at you, wishing they were inside you. Wishing we could all be inside you at once. Aching to come in you. On you. Marking you as ours. Would you like that, love?”
I liked it so much that I couldn’t even manage to nod my head. I couldn’t think. Not with Doran thrusting back inside me. Warwick’s stomach lifted in a slow roll, his fingers working his dick so close to me. Keane’s breathing, already ragged, his eyes glowing with heat as he came closer, hoping for that kiss. His eyes locked on my mouth.
I stretched out both hands, one for Keane, and the other toward Aidan and Ivarr. I wasn’t sure which I had, until golden light crept up my arm, wrapping me in the warmth of liquid sunlight. His dick was like a thick, red-hot iron rod in my hand.
Green magic swirled to life inside me, meeting that golden warmth. The wheel spun, the spokes gaining speed, lifting me up, power cascading higher and higher. I was going to come apart. I’d break into a thousand pieces. Like the gargoyle statue.
“Now,” Doran whispered, and Keane pressed his mouth to mine.
I shattered. His breath oomphed out with mine and I felt his magical gift of pleasure spilling through me, and then spinning out to the rest of them. With a guttural cry, Doran thrust deep inside me like he was going to split me open and look for another curse to break. Ivarr groaned, his cock jerking in my hand. I felt hot splashes of cum on my arm and shoulder from him and Aidan. Keane kept his mouth locked to mine, spilling on both me and Doran. Hopefully he didn’t mind. Warwick lasted the longest, and I had to admit, part of me was disappointed when his cum was exactly the same as the other men’s, rather than green sparkles, though it was pretty impressive that he managed to get some on my breasts.
Doran dropped his weight against me, grinding me into the wooden bar.
I lay there, gasping for breath, my entire body throbbing with pleasure, covered in cum and sweat, and I started to laugh. A good laugh. The kind of laugh I hadn’t had in a very long time. Probably since I’d been a kid running barefoot in the woods, looking for my lost prince.
And now I had him. Them, rather. All five of them.
Doran nuzzled my throat. “I love to hear that sound on your lips,mo stór,second only to that delightful sound you make when you come that nigh busts my eardrums.”
Blushing again, I thumped him on the shoulder. “Where are we going to live?”
“Anywhere you’d like. The world is ours, love.”
“Both worlds,” Warwick added, his fingers stroking my hair. “I would love to show you the Summer Isle.” He sat up, helping me upright between him and Doran, and he chuckled against my ear. “If you’d like green sparkles next time, I can certainly accommodate that. In fact, I can spin rainbows every single time you fuck me, and you can have my pot of gold anytime you wish.”
“Aye,” the other men said, grinning and slapping each other on the back.
“I think it’s time for another drink,” Doran said.
“And, um, maybe some clothes?”
Warwick snapped his fingers, giving us back the clothes we’d been wearing, except I kept the corset top and gained Aidan’s leather jacket. He scowled, but only a little, and his eyes gleamed like sapphires.
Setting up a line of shots, Warwick gave Doran the bottle of whiskey and then leaned closer to me. I still sat on top of the bar, but everything had changed. It was like picking up Warwick’s token and looking atShamrockedthrough new lenses again. Only this time, I was the one who’d changed.
I ached with the deep, pleasant throb of a well-used pussy. My sensitive clit rubbed against my jeans and made my breath catch every time I moved. And yeah, the corset was way lower than I’d ever dared to wear it before. The brown of my areolae peeked out over the sweetheart neckline. I examined my hands, and slipped my fingers up inside the right jacket sleeve to touch my forearm, remembering how Ivarr had come on me just a few minutes ago. I guess treasurekeepers absorbed that magic, because I didn’t feel sticky or gross, and there wasn’t any residue left, other than a soft golden shimmer on my hand and a hint of green on my chest.
“Are you well, treasurekeeper?”
“Very well. Fantastic, actually. It’s just a lot to take in. I mean, I just had sex with five men on top of a bar.”
“Technically, it was three men, a gargoyle, and a leprechaun.”
He slipped his arms around me, drawing me back against him. His ridiculous hair spilled into my lap and I combed my fingers through the silky strands, shaking my head ruefully. “You really are going to grow your hair to the ground, aren’t you?”
“Aye, of course. We will do anything for you, Riann. Anything at all, just to see you smile. Even if that means stealing the formidable spear’s jacket or motorcycle again.”
Aidan leaned in, a fierce scowl on his face, though all he said was, “Promise me that the first time you let me fuck you, that you wear that jacket and nothing else.”
I batted my eyes at him. “Deal.”
“And let me watch. Or better yet, let me participate, right here all over again.” Warwick laughed against my ear. “Me lovely thousand-year-old bar will never be the same.”
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Four hot Irishmen sitting in a leprechaun’s bar…
