Page 64 of Fatality on the Field

Not that I’d trade this for days of waking up alone, even though it definitely was less oven-like.

My instinct is to wrench myself upright and start ticking off the next steps as we all prepare for the day. However, no matter what my mind wants, my body is deeply uncooperative. It’s pinned in place by a slab of shifter and an even more immovable Fae—not that I’m even trying. I flex my right foot only to realize it’s buried under Liam’s calf. The prince is still as a statue while he sleeps, and today is no exception. For a wild second, I wonder if some spores made it home with us and I’m about to wake up to a corpse. Luckily, before I lose my shit, the faint vibration of his pulse under my heel is enough to keep the panic at bay.

Now that I’m certain both of these guys are alive and well, I just lie there, breathing in as best I can in the pile. Every part of me is still tired from the heightened emotions, explosion, and desperate activities yesterday. I don’t have time to waste, nor can I stay in bed until the damn weekend like I wish I could. With this damn bowl game hanging over my head, I have no other option but to haul my ass into the office and see what Channing has figured out. That leaves the problem of the guys, and how I’m going to get out without waking them.

I’m debating that movement when Lucas suddenly stirs behind me. He starts by murmuring something unintelligible, but then the rumble builds, moving chest to belly. His hand migrates up my waist and under my t-shirt to knead my ribs. I feel his fingers splay, curving around to pull me against his chest, and then he rolls to the side so I’m pressed against his front. Lucas nuzzles my neck with his nose, his sexy, hard body cuddled up against mine immediately. If this were a cartoon, hearts would be popping in the air, and I’d be the gal standing there with a sign that says ‘HELP’.

I mean, who the hell can resist a gorgeous, naked hockey player naked as the day he was born growling into your ear?

What I do is sigh, and that’s enough for him to shift from sweet to hungry. He buries his mouth in the crook of my shoulder and inhales so deeply it pulls my hair tight against his face. Then—smooth as a conjuring trick—he’s got the skin between his teeth, worrying it as I groan. I feel the tension of his jaw, the not-quite-human canines pricking me, and the hot animal need in the way his hips press against my hip. His cock already iron-hard and there’s zero way I’m getting out of this bed without touching it.

So I do—I reach down to stroke the bear and he makes an even lower growling sound as my fingers dance over the ridges and bumps. In retaliation, Lucas slips his hand down my ribs to my pussy without a pause and the groan I let out has a ragged edge that could cut a throat. It rips through the quiet so loudly that it wakes Liam on my other side, and the prince chuckles softly as he sandwiches me between the two of them.

The prince doesn’t say anything at first—he just breathes in and out, letting the air stir the sweat-damp hair at my temple. The difference between Lucas and Liam is subtle, but very obvious when they’re together. Lucas’s heat is physical, a radiation of muscle and shifter strength, while Liam is sophisticated and so precise you don’t even know it’s happening until he has you. He leans down to kiss my forehead, lips barely brushing my skin as he speaks.

“You smell magnificent,” he murmurs. The timbre of his voice is guttural, with only the faintest edge of Fae lilt to pretty it up. “Like wet heat and wildflowers. And behind you,”—he pauses for dramatic effect, inhaling again—“I detect a hint of lustful polar bear. Which, I admit, is oddly complementary, and definitely to my specific tastes.”

The only answer I can give is to wriggle like a wanton trollop, because my bear hasn’t stopped stroking my clit. The man in question grins against my neck, the edge of a tooth scraping down the line of my shoulder and sinking into the muscle hard enough to leave a mark. His bite isn’t meant to be painful, but it activates the pain-pleasure spark so brightly it makes my eyes water.

I twist my head to the side and growl, “If you leave another hickey, I’m going to kill you. I don’t need that on camera today.”

Lucas just mumbles, “Worth it,” and starts licking the spot, slow and rhythmic, until the ache turns into a throb.

My prince chuckles and slips his arm around my waist. His hand slides up until he’s cupping my left breast, rolling the nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He pinches just hard enough to send a lightning bolt straight to the aching wetness between my thighs. I arch involuntarily, my hips grinding into Lucas’s hand, and the shift in my weight is all it takes to make him snap. His cock ruts into my palm, leaking pre-cum as he rumbles even louder.

“She likes that, Li. Do it again.”

Whipping my head around, I look at my mate, feeling the hunger of my supernatural parts rise. I turn, rolling to my side to face him so Liam can move into place behind me. Still stroking Lucas’s dick, I position him perfectly so we fit together like puzzle pieces. His hips arch and I grin wickedly as his lashes flutter when I squeeze harder.

“Cub, you’re making her crazy,” Liam says against my ear. “I can smell the results from here and it’s… intoxicating.”

Letting go of the hardness, I grab the hockey player’s strong forearm to drag his other hand from my waist to my throat. He blinks, but wraps his fingers around the column of my neck gently, his thumb tracing my pulse. Lucas bites my ear, then grunts, “Is this how you want to burn off all that stress, Morgana? Do you want Li and I to share you until the walls are echoing with your screams?”

Liam’s answer is a single, musical burst of soft laughter, gone before it’s finished. I feel his grin even though I can’t see it, as he replies to our mate. “I think she does, cub. We haven’t been able to do this since the bathroom in Hell and our bond is just screaming for a good affirmation.”

“No more teasing,” I finally snarl as I buck against the bear’s body. “Fuck me now or I’m going to hop out of bed and finish this in the shower, so I can get to work on time.”

That makes Lucas growl and I see the animal in his eyes. My lips curve up as I rake my nails over his chest hard enough to sting, then twist a nipple hard.

“You want it, babe? You got it.” The hand still on my waist drops to my hip, lifting it so he can drive his cock into me hard and fast. My moan barely escapes my mouth before his hand grips my throat a little harder, just enough to make my head spin a bit. “Hold on tight.”

The mattress creaks as he thrusts into me again, but I could give a shit less. If the damn bed breaks, we’ll buy a fucking new one. This is absolutely the best way I could wake up in the morning and my gorgon is slithering with glee, as is my gargoyle. Wrapping my leg around his for leverage, I meet the rough pistoning with enthusiasm and my head drops back as the world blinks in and out with the light pressure on my neck.

Fuck, yeah. It doesn’t get any better than⁠—

In a blink, there’s magic in the air—a shimmer, a cold rush that hisses along every nerve in my body and lights up my skin like an electric shock. I realize it’s not a hallucination when Liam laughs huskily by my cheek, and his dick pushes insistently at the globes of my ass. His voice is full of the Fae lilt when he murmurs, “Are you ready for more, Macushla? Because I am ready for you, my queen.”

One arm bands around my stomach, holding me in place for Lucas to fuck and the other is spreading the cold magic around temptingly. I feel his finger brush my hole, making me shiver around the bear’s cock, and Lucas grunts. All I can do is swallow, nod as much as possible with the hand gripping me, and wait. Liam whispers something entirely in his language that I can’t translate, but I know has to be filthy by his tone, and slams his dick into me just as Lucas rocks back.

There are no words for the feeling of being totally immersed and surrounded by two men who make you feel like the most precious thing in the world, but still fuck you like the world is ending. It’s a pleasure so fierce it feels like a sweetness tinged with a violence so sharp it hurts in all the best ways. I’m slick with sweat, crushed by men and magic, and so far gone I don’t realize I’m now screaming until my throat burns.

Lucas’s hand tightens around my neck just a smidge as they rock back and forth, filling me until I’m nothing but a writhing mass between them. When I start to shake a bit, the peak imminent and no way I’ll be able to hold back, Liam tweaks a nipple hard, twisting it at the end until I cry out. I close my eyes and grit my teeth, hoping to make it long enough for them to join me, but the sensations are too intense. I’m about to let go, when I hear a soft rasp from my bear.

“Come for us, babe. Coat my cock with your juices and squeeze us until we pop. I know you want to.”

Gasping, I grind against him as hard as I can, the heat and the friction pushing me right to the edge. Lucas’s teeth rake my shoulder, followed by the sharp fangs of my Fae, and I explode without another thought. I fucking shatter in a hundred directions at once as my hands claw at Lucas’s chest and shudder like I’m coming apart at the seams. It’s not long before they both roar with their own climaxes, the sound vibrating against my skin as their dicks spurt into me. I hold on tight as they suggested, but in the heat of the moment, my gorgon rears her head. Dual snakes pop free to bite them as well, drawing moans of pleasure from my mates almost louder than when they came.

Gorgon venom is certainly not painful for our mates and that much is quite obvious by the boneless state of the men sandwiching me between them.