THE ART OF SEDUCTION
Wile (verb): to lure or as if by a magic spell, entice.
Like most great things in the world, it started with enchanted wine and a simple game of truth or dare.
The night was warm and comforting.
It was the first day when none of us had any sort of panic attack. No one had woken up screaming in the middle of the night.
It felt like a milestone.
The babbling brook gurgled, and in the distance, an owl hooted.
A speaker vibrated and pulsed turquoise in the grass as it played enchanted low-fi music.
The darkness was dreamy.
All six of us sat in a circle under the night sky, holding our breath with anticipation as we spun one of our empty wine bottles on the blanket.
A single scarlet flame hovered in the air above our heads and cast us all in warm shadows.
The bottle landed on John.
Scorpius grinned wickedly. “Truth or dare?”
John narrowed his eyes, then he stuck his chin in the air and said, “Dare.”
Scorpius’s wicked expression became downright evil.
“I dare you”—he enunciated each word carefully—“to seduce Arabella, right now.”
“You don’t have to do that,” Orion whispered, eyes wide with alarm as he stared at me.
Scorpius tipped one of the wine bottles to his lips, and red spilled down his tattooed throat. He licked his cherry-red lips slowly and said, “You don’t have to.” He smirked. “It was just a suggestion.”
John looked at me, and I winked.
He flashed his dimples, eyes glossy with intoxication as he crawled across the blanket toward me.
The low-fi music flowed around us.
Warm air blew on a comforting breeze.
“Hey, beautiful,” John whispered when he got close to me. He reached out and grabbed my head in both his callused hands, then he pulled our lips together.
He tasted like sandalwood and tenderness.
The man who’d held me up in a merciless ocean for hours kissed me like he was drowning and I was oxygen.
He groaned into my lips.
His kisses became fiercer, and he pushed me back so he was straddling me. Hardness rubbed against my aching core, and I lifted my hips to increase the friction.
“Who’s your best friend now?” he whispered roughly into my ear as his callused thumb stroked the delicate pulse points of my neck.
“Still Sadie,” I gasped out.
He reached under my flowy shirt and cupped my heavy breasts. I flushed all over, and he moaned gutturally as he pinched my nipples and sucked the delicate skin on my neck. He whispered, “You’re lying to yourself.”
My hips arched.
The fire in my lower stomach was like nothing I’d ever experienced before; without any pain to dampen it, I was dripping and breathless with need.
It seemed surreal that something could feel so good.
My head spun.
Stars twinkled above.
A heady warmth strummed inside my heart as jewels vibrated on my wrist and neck. I wore little pink bows and a tiara as I sprawled wantonly beneath my mate.
The world was hazy in the best sort of way.
When callused fingers traced along the waistband of my gossamer pants, someone cleared their throat.
We both paused.
Reluctantly, John crawled off me and went back to his place in the circle. His cheeks were flushed with arousal, eyes hooded, as he adjusted his pants and stared at me hungrily.
I focused on regulating my breathing as I adjusted my shirt.
No one spoke.
Luka passed me a wine bottle, and I gulped it greedily.
My head floated.
My core still strummed with need.
As John spun the empty wine bottle, colors and warm lights were fuzzy. It was lovely.
Orion reached his hand out and stopped the bottle so it landed on me.
No one argued.
John’s voice was rough with desire as he asked me, “Truth or dare?”
“Truth,” I whispered huskily.
“I dare you to take off all your clothes,” John ordered, ignoring my choice. The outline of a dark crown formed atop his head, and a glittering cape of darkness was draped across his shoulders.
Ever so slowly, I tugged off my shirt and pants.
The men held their breaths.
Low-fi music swirled.
Leaves rustled, and night creatures called to each other.
Naked, I tipped back the enchanted wine bottle and chugged. Sticky wine spilled down my neck and across my chest.
Unashamed of my muscles and scars, I sat up straight and spun the empty bottle again.
This time, no one stopped it.
It landed on Luka.
“Truth or dare?” I asked hoarsely.
Luka’s dark eyes were hooded with desire as he said, “Dare.”
I whispered, “I dare you to also get naked.”
He stared at me intensely as he pulled off his clothes and revealed the fine-line tattoos that covered his lean, muscled chest. Silver metal glinted below his waist, and Orion looked at it appreciatively.
Luka spun the bottle.
It landed next to me on Corvus, and the flame above our heads flickered.
My stomach knotted as Luka’s expression darkened and his voice filled with steel. “I dare you to lick the wine off Aran’s body until she’s clean.”
He didn’t give him a chance to choose.
Corvus didn’t protest.
The king of fire turned to me and leaned forward. “May I, Aran?” He tried to sound polite, but the deep, scratchy baritone of his voice made the words depraved.
I nodded, unable to remember how to speak.
Fingers buried in my curls and yanked my head back so the column of my neck was exposed. His tongue left a scorching trail across my skin as he lapped at every inch of my neck, then moved lower.
He took his time on my chest, licking and suckling on my nipples for what felt like hours.
I mewled with need and ground against him. Lifting my hips desperately.
He was relentless on my breasts and didn’t touch me below the waist. “Be patient, darling,” he said roughly.
Wetness dripped between my legs.
He kept tormenting me.
When my skin was clean and shiny, Corvus released my nipple with a loud pop. He looked down at my tender, reddened flesh with satisfaction, and his pupils were blown wide, lips glistening.
He settled back down in the circle like nothing had happened.
I crossed my legs and squirmed.
He spun the bottle, and it landed on Orion.
“Touch yourself, sweetheart.” His quiet, lyrical voice mixed with the low-fi music and caressed my skin.
My face flushed, and I ducked my head in embarrassment.
“Look at me,” Orion whispered, and I looked up.
His pretty brown eyes were intense, long lashes fluttering as he softly ordered, “Part your legs and show me your pretty pussy.”
I obeyed.
He let out a low noise, and the men shifted to adjust themselves.
“Now touch yourself,” he said loudly, and the men froze around us.
It was just the two of us.
I obeyed.
Pleasure coursed through me, and I panted as I climbed toward release.
“Stop,” Orion said.
I stopped.
“Good girl,” he praised, and my stomach clenched. Warmth unfurled inside me and spiked to a dangerous level.
He crawled forward, leaned his head between my thighs, and dragged his tongue across my sensitive flesh like I was a lollipop.
I moaned in ecstasy.
He backed away and returned to his spot in the circle.
The men re-animated, none the wiser.
Orion spun the bottle, and Scorpius reached out to stop it so it landed on him.
His grin was depraved. “Flip over and lie on your stomach.”
Arousal made everything hazy, and I eagerly complied.
“Prepare her, Corvus,” Scorpius ordered.
Strong fingers wrapped around my hips and hoisted my ass up into the air. A warm tongue licked from core to ass.
I spasmed and moaned.
He lapped at me mercilessly, then lifted me higher and feasted on my core.
Luka leaned over me, and his wet fingers slowly probed my other hole as Corvus tormented me with exquisite pressure that pushed me close to the edge, but he pulled back before I came.
It was horrible, it was earth-shattering, it was torture, it was divine.
After what felt like hours, but could have been years, Luka announced, “She’s ready.”
I was rolled onto my side.
Silver eyes stared into mine, scarlet flames dancing off his shoulders, as he pressed his thick cock into me with painstaking slowness. He was so wide that every inch forward sent fire blazing across my clit.
I cried out as I came.
Corvus swore under his breath and shoved his tongue deep into my throat while I convulsed around him. He kept entering me slowly, and my orgasm kept coming.
As I convulsed and whimpered against Corvus’s mouth, John kissed the side of my neck and whispered, “Be a good girl and relax for me.” Even slower than Corvus, he entered my ass from behind.
The fluttering trailed off into little zips of pleasure as I came back down to reality.
However, the double pressure had my need sparking hotter.
John finally entered me fully from behind and held himself still. Corvus didn’t move, his wide cock splitting me open from the front.
Ice spread across my hands as I clutched flaming shoulders.
Scarlet danced off bronze fingers as Corvus plucked at my nipples torturously. He was merciless, calluses tormenting my raw flesh.
I spasmed on his dick, and he smirked down at me with male satisfaction. “Feeling good?” he asked smugly, his voice like broken glass and whiskey.
“I’ve had better,” I taunted, the effect ruined by my breathless voice.
He grinned like he knew I was full of shit, then leaned forward and bit down on my collarbone.
I yelped.
“Don’t be a brat,” he ordered roughly, then said around a mouthful of nipple, “not while you’re gushing on my dick.”
I mewled at his words.
“Fuck, you both sound so pretty,” Scorpius groaned. He, Orion, and Luka stood above us, watching, and all three of them were stroking themselves.
Corvus chuckled, vibrations traveling down his wide cock. “Did you just call me pretty?”
Scorpius smirked. “I wasn’t talking about you.”
John’s cock pulsed inside my ass as he realized what Scorpius meant and jolted.
Scorpius leaned over and grabbed both John and me by the throats, his long dick jutting across his cut abs. He squeezed until my head spun with dizziness, then he let up.
John and I gasped for air, and Corvus laughed roughly. “Don’t play with them too much.”
The cock in my ass swelled, and I squirmed.
Just when I started breathing normally, Scorpius licked his lips and muttered, “Too late.”
He choked us again.
As I asphyxiated, Luka and Orion stroked themselves faster as they stared at me.
Scorpius released us and fell to his knees behind a gasping John. He lay down behind him, and Orion similarly positioned himself behind Corvus.
Corvus grunted roughly as Orion entered him, and John moaned as Scorpius wrapped both his pale fingers around his thick throat and did the same.
Luka stroked himself faster and kept staring at me.
After what felt like an eternity of Corvus torturing my nipples while he and John held themselves still, they started to move.
The pleasure was unimaginable.
I cried out as Corvus’s impossibly wide cock split me in two with each thrust, my clit pulsing in rhythm.
John’s hips jerked roughly as Scorpius slammed himself against him.
We both yelled out.
I sobbed as fireworks exploded and my orgasm tore through me, my limbs tingling as every cell in my body danced.
The men held themselves still, bellowing as they joined me.
When we all came back down, everyone panted and lay still for a few minutes. Then the thrusting started again, and we reached new heights.
At some point, we all pulled away from one another with exhaustion.
As I gasped for air, Luka stepped over my naked body, then knelt above my chest. “Good girl,” he whispered as he fed me his throbbing, pierced cock. He’d admitted a few days earlier that he had an oral fixation with my mouth.
He pulled out and came across my lips.
Orion licked his cum off.
Someone opened up the food basket and passed around chocolate.
We lay in a pile of sweaty limbs and watched the night sky. A shooting star streaked bright, and John yelled, “Make a wish.”
Scorpius said his wish was for John and me to suck him off at the same time, and John grumbled that if you said your wish aloud, it wouldn’t come true.
Apparently that was false.
A few minutes later, we knelt in front of Scorpius and pleasured him as he pulled our hair roughly.
Then Orion pulled away and entered me in one swift thrust. He stood up and held me by my ass with impressive strength as I bounced on his dick.
Luka fell to his knees behind him and prepped him, then he stood up behind Orion and took him while the quiet king took me.
We lay down after and rested.
I woke up to Luka thrusting inside me while Corvus strained my lips and took my mouth. After that, more wine was passed around.
Everything was hazy.
The music made it feel like nothing was real.
I spasmed as John ate me out while the first light of dawn crested over the hills. My fingers tangled in his messy hair, and I admired how his ass was reddened from Scorpius’s rough treatment.
He pulled away and grinned up at me, dimples flashing.
I stared back, and a pang of gratitude snowballed into something bigger inside me. Thank the sun god he was my first.
I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.
John stood up, my juices glistening on his face, as he turned and sprinted buck naked down the hillside. “Last one to the river loses,” he shouted back at me.
He was ridiculous, but I wasn’t a loser, so I stood up and sprinted after him.
Laughing, I shouted, “You’re going to traumatize the ponies, cover yourself!”
“Fuck the ponies,” John yelled dramatically, then jumped off the rickety wooden dock and cannonballed into the lily-pad-covered lake.
I followed closely behind and threw a flip as I entered the refreshing water.
“Now you’re just showing off,” he said as he splashed me.
“No.” I raised my eyebrows, and the lake froze around him. “Now I’m showing off.”
“Luka, help!” He yelled dramatically, “Scorpius, save me!”
We both burst into laughter at the idea of the sadistic king saving him.
I unfroze the lake, and we spent the next hour pretending to drown to see if any of the men would save us.
Corvus stomped over eventually and dove in to save us, but at that point, we’d already pretended to die at least thirty times, so we weren’t impressed. Overprotective mates my butt.
“They’re useless,” I said to John as we lounged naked, eating jam and crackers under my favorite tree.
He nodded in agreement and licked his fingers. “Completely useless.”
I threw my arm over my eyes and lay back.
“Useless,” I whispered with a smile on my lips as I fell asleep.
I napped all day, and my dreams were full of sunshine and wine, pleasure and baritone whispers, laughter and family.
Another piece of me healed.
