He always loved to watch.
But then, Bask reached for me and all of a sudden, his hand was clasping mine.
How had Bask broken the setting in the brands that should’ve stopped us touching?
I clutched Bask by the neck, pulling him into just as deep a kiss as Magenta’s had been. He whined against my mouth. Magenta's hand rested lightly on my ass, tracing circles. I shivered at the scent of the yew trees, as it melded with the taste of coco and almonds.
Then I tore Bask's blazer off his shoulders, tossing it across the room, before ripping away his shirt that somebody else had touched and desecrated.
Bask was mine. I shared him with my lovers but no one else.
Bask’s dick hardened further in his pants.
Mine...only mine...
Bask’s gloved hand stroked down my cheek. "Magenta and I are safe. Do you want to check my balls too? They still have your name on them in marker pen. You can stop growling now, Slippy."
Was I growling?
I forced myself to calm, shaking the spikes from my hair and slowing my breathing. "Your balls sound good. Take off your pants." Then I glanced over my shoulder at Magenta. "By the runes, what happened? How can I touch him?"
Magenta cocked her head, watching as Bask slipped out of his pants and underwear with a deliberately sexy wiggle. His clothes pooled at his ankles. Without having to ask, he turned around to show off his ass. He loved a petting tribute, so I didn't restrain myself from stroking its smooth perfection.
Incubi had fine asses.
Magenta didn't appear to be able to look away from Bask's ass either. Well, she wasn't dead. Huh, look at that, she was dead and the incubi power still worked. "I stole Bask from the barbarous Principal. Then we fell through darkness, broke the hex, escaped and got caught again. The end."
"Wow, what a storyteller," Fox smirked.
Magenta inclined her head. "My thanks. Flair and Echo tell me many saucy stories, but it's been a long since I've heard one that didn't end in cum."
Fox pinked.
Bask arched like he was the feline, as my hand continued to circle his ass, inviting me between his legs with a teasing look over his shoulder. When I dipped my hand to rub his balls, he trembled. "This tale started with cum. I marked one of the Princes and decided to claim another."
Hold the frost giant by the cock, what…?
Fox froze. "Please tell me that you're talking in metaphors."
I withdrew my hand so quickly from Bask's balls that he almost fell on his face.
Either they'd come across the Princes in the search and in a sudden fit of passion forgotten all rivalries and screwed...
Let there be an or.
Why couldn't I think of an or...?
On fear of Ragnarok, brain get with working out how my lovers could've ended up spraying cum over Lysander. Dwarf's on a pike, it'd better be Lysander because at least then I could forever have that image to chuckle at. I'd bet that he wrinkled his nose and muttered about the affront to his dignity throughout the whole time his face was splattered.
Bask studied the way that my lips curled into a smile, before giving a knowing wink. "We fell into the Princes' bedroom."
I was relieved and disappointed. It was the same mix of angry and weirdly turned-on that I felt around the Princes like I wanted to wreck them in any number of ways. Yet some of them would be fun for both of us.
I sighed. "Tell me that you claimed the elf and not the asshole fae."
Bask turned to me with a flourish that made his gorgeous dick bounce in the most distracting way. "Maybe."
Fox crossed his arms. "And the Duchess…? I can literally tell when you're hiding something, even if you cut your story down to an elevator pitch."
Magenta and Bask exchanged a glance.
Bask's tongue darted out to wet his lips, before he nodded at Magenta like whatever he had to say was too painful.
Magenta answered, crisply, "She'll be back on Sunday. Damelza’s villainous threat is to cast me out and wall Fox up alive if Bask doesn't behave."
When Fox paled, Magenta clasped his hand.
"Behave?" My gaze shot to Bask, who'd turned away and was bustling around the bedroom, collecting up the crumpled uniforms from the floor, which I’d discarded earlier in the evening. He smoothed them out, folding them with loving care and putting them on the desk like he couldn't leave Fox and me alone without him and it was his job to care for us. Except, it was. He'd cared for me and Hector ever since he'd been sent here by the Duchess last term. Our uniforms fit as neatly on top of each other's, as we fitted together. Bask looked out for us because he loved us but he didn't submit to others. "When has Bask ever behaved?"
Fox flopped to the floor in a dramatic heap. "I'm dead."
Bask turned to me with such predator rage that I took a step back. I was a jackass. "Would it please you to get hard every time that you say the word professor?"
I blanched; Odin's cock, he was pissed at me. "Woah, I must've mistaken behave with misbehave. You're one good incubus."
Bask preened. "I do have a fine and pettable arse. And..." He held up his finger. How could he look so serious standing with his dick out? "...I love both Magenta and Fox. I can behave in any way that the bad bastards desire to save them. If they only let me love them..."
Fox and Magenta swept to Bask, cuddling him, until there was no doubt left how much he was loved.
I hoped that he could believe it. I wished that I could love in their easy way. But I was a monster. I didn’t get to love like that.
My eyes smarted with tears, and I forced myself to walk away from something that I longed to join. Instead, I tapped against the far wall. "If you're done cursing me out and cuddling, we need a plan. Honestly, I kind of think that we need to face each task as we reach it. First, we save Fox."
"Why's fox hunting such a popular witch sport?" Fox mumbled with his curly head still rested on Bask's shoulder.
"Because you're the whipping boy...?" Bask pinched Fox's ass, and he yipped.
"If we don't win tomorrow..." I clenched my jaw.
Fox burrowed closer onto Bask's shoulder like he truly could protect him. "I die," he whispered.
"Then after the thrills of Torment Thursday, we go on the mission." Magenta gripped Bask's hand tightly. "Lest we forget, this academy nonsense is a front for training us into supernatural assassins."
Bask brightened. "At least we get to ride on our dragons on Saturday."
"Dragons aren't toys," I growled, "or pets. They're shifters.”
Bask fluttered his eyelashes at me. "But they're pretty like the elf." His lips curled into a sly smile. "Oh, can I ride him too?"
"Only with his consent, which the dragons haven't given either.”
Magenta gave Bask's hand a final squeeze, before strolling to me. When she tipped up my chin, my skin was on fire at every trail of her fingers. I needed her. My searching gaze met hers.
I could've lost her. Why did she haunt my soul?
"We have a plan," Magenta murmured, and I could see the insecurity in her eyes. Was she asking my permission? "Prince Willoughby is most likely to come to our side. It'll give us a chance to modify the spell, which traps all of us within this academy and the curse."
"You want my consent to screw Pointy Ears?" I snarled. "Perhaps, you'd manage it, but none of the rest could join in because of the stick up his princely ass."