I gradually wake up floating on a cloud wrapped in a cocoon of epic snuggliness. I’ve not slept so well in a long time. It feels like years, but really it has only been months since…nope! I’m not going there today either! Heat rises behind my closed eyelids as I shove the memories back down, locking them up tight.
Stretching, I feel a delicious ache between my thighs and a firm hot body to my right.
Ah, yes. I’m in Loki of the magical fingers’ bed. At Highgate Prep.
I turn my head, finally opening my eyes, and my breath catches as I drink my bed partner in. He sleeps on his front with the sheets tangled low on his back, that glorious, devastating fallen angel tattoo on full display in the light coming from the slightly ajar curtains.
He’s so beautiful it hurts my heart.
There’s a fluttering in my chest, my mouth becoming moist as I gaze at his sleeping face and that mop of thick curly red hair. He smells even better than he did yesterday, like freshly baked vanilla shortbread, and hot chocolate by the fire when it’s snowing outside, all mixed in with a manly musk that has my nostrils flaring to take in more.
I have to fist my hands into the sheets to stop myself from reaching out and touching him, or claiming his lush, full lips and disturbing his slumber. My eyes catch again on that tattoo, remembering the drowning pain in his emerald gaze last night.
“One day, I’ll tell you about it,” he rumbles in the sexiest purr, his voice rough, sending wonderful shivers skittering over my skin.
My eyes flick up to meet his, seeing a seriousness that looks at odds on his face, which has mostly been cocky arrogance thus far. He blinks, and the serious look is gone, replaced with that shit eating grin I’m becoming quickly addicted to.
“Morning, Pretty Girl. Sleep well?”
His eyes take in my disheveled hair and rumpled silk teddy, heat burning in them as he makes his way down to where the covers are pooling at my waist. Normally, I’m a blanket hog, but these rooms are toasty as fuck!
“Very.” My smile unfocused as I replay the night before in my mind. “I was incredibly relaxed, and I don’t even remember dropping off.” My tone teasing, but with an edge of hunger.
Those fingers. Good lord!
“You were definitely sated, and I had to pretty much carry you to bed,” he drawls, his grin also turning naughty.
“Oh, I don’t know.” I stretch again, deliberately pushing out my breasts and smirking when his eyes land on them. “I could definitely be more sated,” I purr, licking my lower lip and feeling an anticipatory flutter in my stomach.
“Naughty, Pretty Girl,” he chuckles, leaning over and reaching for me.
“But first, I’ve gotta pee,” I sass as I slip out of bed, and he lands on his face with an oomph.
I chuckle as I make my way out of the bedroom and down the stairs to the bathroom. I’m so lost in my own fallen angel fantasy that I only notice someone stepping out of the shower once I’ve sat down, silk teddy round my ankles, and started to pee.
Cue facepalm. Again. And why is there no lock on the fucking door?
I stop mid-flow, and my mouth drops open. Like literally, it’s almost hitting my knees as I take in the unbelievable sight before me.
Jax stands there, stark bollock naked, frozen in place reaching for a towel. His body is so ripped, huge, and dripping wet that I’m rendered speechless. Eyes above the waist, Lilly. Of course, I fail at this abysmally as my eyes trace the valley of his abs, that lickable adonis belt, and…
Jesus fucking Christ on a cross!
My face heats and I must be bright red, but he’s huge every-fucking-where! Like dude is packing some serious man meat. Man meat?! Really?! I cringe at my inner monologue. Although, I mean, I’m not wrong on the size front.
“Enjoying the view, Pretty Girl?” A drawl comes from the doorway, and I startle as my head whips round to find Loki, the bastard, grinning at me. It seems to surprise Jax too as he finally grabs a towel and covers up.
“It’s huge,” I whisper, looking at Jax’s towel covered crotch. “I mean, how does he even fit it in his trousers?” Not realising I’ve said this last part out loud until I hear a deep rumbling cough that makes my eyes dart up to see Jax, an almost smirk on his face. Of course, Loki throws his head back and crows with laughter.
“I don’t know whether to be offended or amused,” Loki chuckles, not looking annoyed in the least as he grins at me.
“Although,” he says slowly, “it’s not what you have but what you do with it that counts, right?” He winks at me like the trickster that his name suggests.
“‘Scuse me,” Jax grumbles, shoving Loki out of the way when he goes through the door, sending the smaller man crashing into the doorframe.
“Hey, dude! I’m not doubting you know what to do with your…man meat,” Loki teases as I groan, covering my face with my hands, and dying of embarrassment realising that I must have said the phrase out loud.
I’m also still sitting on the fucking toilet with lingerie round my ankles and my tits out. Real fucking classy, Lilly.
“I’ll leave you to your…what do you British say? Ablutions,” he cheekily says, whilst making no bones about staring at my exposed tits. He shuts the door, and I hear him chuckling whilst saying “man meat” as he walks off.
Ablutions? Are we in a fucking Jane Austen novel?
I take a deep breath, before a grin completely takes over my face.
Fucking man meat!
After I’ve finished on the toilet, I decide to have a shower, because why the fuck not, right?
I emerge, wrapped in a fluffy white towel and smelling like a zingy lemon from the shower gel I’ve just used, to find all four guys sitting round the dining table. The wonderful smell of bacon, pancakes, and eggs wafts in the air, making my stomach growl.
I groan aloud, who doesn’t like breakfast all drizzled in syrup? One of America’s culinary achievements, in my opinion.
All eyes snap to me, and it’s like looking at a sea of jewels, if jewels could look hungry and sinful. Loki’s eyes are a stunning green, light jade round his pupil, then darkening to emerald round the rim. Jax’s are a piercing blue, like a glacier encapsulated in a diamond, and have a thin rim of navy round the edge. There are a myriad of different blues streaking through them, and his gaze reminds me of a wolf’s, ready to devour you. Ash has eyes the colour of steel, like darkest moissanite that are shot through with grey and black diamonds. They’re so unusual that I get lost in them, and am surprised to find that they aren’t cold like I first thought last night, but full of molten heat.
The unbidden idea that I want to keep them all suddenly comes to mind.
Wait…what?! Where the fuck did that come from? You’ve been reading too many reverse harem books, Lilly Darling!
“We made enough for you,” a soft, melodic voice invites, my eyes finding a beautiful honey brown gaze, like the finest amber full of warmth staring back at me. The final gemstone to add to my collection. Kai’s cheeks are slightly pink as he talks, indicating the seat on his right with his hand. He clears his throat.
“We usually eat breakfast up here, even though there’s the dining hall,” his voice cascades over me like soothing water on stone. “You’re welcome to join us. If you want to, that is?” An edge of vulnerability enters his tone, and as I walk towards him, I notice he has the thickest eyelashes on a guy that I’ve ever seen. I can see them better now that he’s not wearing his glasses.
I head to sit down when Loki’s familiar drawl caresses over my skin.
“Not that I object, Pretty Girl. But do you think you might want to get dressed first? Poor Kai looks like he’s about to have a heart attack. And it is a little distracting.” He chuckles, and I notice Kai’s cheeks staining a deeper pink.
“Oh. Yes, of course. I’ll just be a minute,” I say, my own face heating in response. I look round for my bags, but don’t see them.
“I took them up to my room,” Loki smirks.
“That was very presumptuous, Loki. I may be in someone else’s bed tonight,” I tease without thinking—brain meet filter!—and even though my ears feel hot, a satisfied grin tips my lips when I see a frown mar his beautiful face.
I gasp, my skin tingling when I hear a deep, rumbling chuckle from the other side of the table that does naughty things to my core. My eyes catch Jax’s blue ones, his blond hair up in a delicious messy man bun that begs to be gripped whilst I ride his face.
Down girl! I admonish my vagina.
“After all,” my eyes swing back to Loki, “you did say you were good at sharing,” I wink.
Poor Kai splutters his orange juice, and when I look at Ash, I can see he has a white knuckle grip on his knife and fork. Interesting.
With that, I turn and sashay my way up the stairs to find some clothes, making sure to swing my hips more than usual.
Once in Loki’s room, I lay out my outfit for the day and drop my towel. On the bed lies a bright red lacy bra and knicker set, Run & Fly rainbow corduroy pinafore mini dress, a white long-sleeved crop top, white knee high socks, and my red gingham Irregular Choice heels with fake cherries on the toes.
Suddenly, the door crashes open, making me yelp and spin round. In walks Loki, a teasing grin on his face.
“Let’s make one thing clear, Pretty Girl,” he states darkly as he stalks towards me, and I back up until the back of my knees hit the bed. “I’m happy to share,” he smirks, running a finger down my naked side, “but I get the first taste.”
With that, he drops to his knees in front of me, then grabs my right leg and slings it over his shoulder. I have to grab the bedpost with my hand for support as he licks me from opening to clit, my sharp intake of breath audible in the room as my core floods with a sudden needy heat.
“Fucking delicious,” he groans in that deep voice of his, sending further tingles across my pussy. “And dripping already. Such a good girl.”
“Loki…” I breathe as fire races up from my core.
“Oh, you’ll be doing better than that, Pretty Girl,” he commands. “By the time I’m done, there’ll be no doubt who claimed you first.”
He lowers his head back down to my aching cunt and licks and sucks like I’m a drink of water, and he’s lost in the desert and parched.
Fuck me. I grab his hair with my right hand, tangling my fingers in those red curls, and pull him closer, a satisfied growl vibrating across my wet folds as he goes deeper, tongue fucking me until I feel ready to explode.
“Yes! Fuck yes, Loki!” I cry out, and my eyes open to see our reflection in the mirror of the wardrobe. Him on his knees, worshiping me with that clever tongue.
As I gaze at the erotic sight, he sucks hard on my clit, then nibbles it. The edge of pain is my undoing, and my orgasm is so fast and hard, I almost black out. My knees wobble, the pleasure so intense that I see stars.
“Loki!” I scream my release, not caring that the others can hear me. Again.
He drinks my release like it’s ambrosia from the gods, giving me a few leisurely licks that leave me twitching, before standing up and wiping his mouth with his thumb, licking that as well like he can’t miss a drop.
“Like I said, fucking delicious,” he drawls.
Then he turns round and saunters off like the arsehole that he is.
