Page 77 of Hybrid Heroics

“We’re helping,” my druid purred, his voice silky.

“No, you’re not,” I stated flatly. “I have shit to do.”

“We know,” Palmer admitted, smirking at me like he was a gift from the gods. “We’re going to make sure you’re full.”

I held my arms out, palms up. “I don’t know if you know this or not—”

“But sex won’t fill you up?” York scoffed, a delighted sound that held a hint of challenge. “Are you going to argue that cum doesn’t either?”

“Filling in some ways,” I begrudgingly mumbled. “Not so much in others. Don’t swallow if you’re hungry. It doesn’t help.”

“I’m sure you’ll manage,” my mage remarked, bordering on condescending. “And we wouldn’t dream of leaving you hungry, Love.”

I narrowed my eyes at them, still struggling with the vine. Every time I pried an inch of it away from my skin, the thorns grew, piercing deeper.

“I don’t like this,” I told them.

York’s cheeks rounded, lips flattening to hide his smirk. “You don’t have to like that part.”

“That kind of sucks the fun out of a threesome,” I complained.

“Did I hear you say no?” Palmer inquired, nodding when I glared at him. “That’s what I thought.”

His gaze ate up my covered body. By the time his stormy eyes met mine, my clothes had vanished, leaving me naked in the middle of York’s bedroom.

That was my move, but it did no good for me to point that out.

Thorns bit into my skin as the vines snaked around me. They hung from the ceiling like carabiners, holding me up, dangling and at their mercy. With a glance from my druid, the plants wrenched my legs apart, leaving me exposed.

They only had a little more give to them than my mage’s magic resistant chains. But that was false hope. My intent wouldn’t make these creations my own. Sure, I could fight him over them… But did I want to?

Not at all.

York stood in front of me, a devious smile causing his eyes to glow in triumph. I knew what that was about as soon as Palmer stepped behind me.

Novak’s mission had been to coerce threesomes or more with me between him and each of my guys within the month… York’s mission was much more simple. He wanted to pass my ass around.

Literally.

It would overcome him with joy to know he had converted someone other than himself and Stone into ass men. I wanted to roll my eyes, but I didn’t mind.

Palmer liked the inch of submission I handed over, though he would rise to the challenge of forcing me on my knees before him. We were good at the push and pull, which was mostly him pushing and me pulling on restraints I could never get out of.

My mage brushed his fingers over my neck, moving my hair so he could leave a trail of bites and kisses to my shoulder. He twisted my silver locks around his fist, tugging to tilt my head up for York.

My druid kissed me senseless, sliding his hands down my stomach, skating over my hips, before moving back up to my nipples.

I jerked at the vines, earning more thorns, thicker than they started.

Palmer swirled his fingers between my legs, parting my lips to apply pressure to my clit. He rested there, unmoving, to tease me. I bucked my hips, rubbing against his hand, but he refused to dip them into my core.

They chuckled when I growled at them.

“Are you hungry, Sweetheart?” York inquired, Caribbean eyes swirling with devious desire.

“You’ll have to be more specific,” I smarted, earning a slap on my ass.

“Don’t be a brat,” my mage chastised, tracing the fingers of his right hand over the tender spot he left.