I stared at the woman whom I’ve apparently known for years. Familiarity rocketed through me, and it almost sent me to my knees. She was a necromancer. A witch. One who’d enchanted us from the moment we met when she’d attempted to steal a rare artifact from our palace.
We were Sinnh. Devils of death. We reaped the souls of the departed. Our powers were vast, but each Sinnh had their own specialty. Jagger possessed immeasurable strength, Archer was seduction, Cassius could manipulate objects with his mind. And I could move through solid walls, all while invisible.
So, basically, I was still a damn ghost.
All four of us watched her like she might disappear at any moment.
Archer was reaching for her, to brush the hair back from her face, when Jagger barked, “Don’t touch her. She needs to recharge. The magic Yakob had to use in order to make us forget centuries was tied to her.”
“That fucker made us forget her,” Archer growled back. “He made us forget everything. He turned us into weak spirits.”
“I know,” Jagger replied with an eerie sort of calm. To me, he said, “Try to jump out of here. I still feel the chains that bind us to this pit, but they’re weakened.”
Since I was the one who could slip through things undetected, it made sense that I should try first. I nodded, and rose to tilt my head back. The night was silent save for a few hoots from a nearby owl. Crouching slightly, I mentally prepared myself for the agonizing pain we felt whenever we tried to escape.
With a powerful push, I launched into the air. My powers were undeniably weak after being locked away for so long, but I called on what I could, and felt the cold shift of my invisibility.
It was like being fluid, water slipping through mesh.
When my shoes hit grassy ground, a choked noise caught in my throat. I turned, glancing behind me. Jagger and the others were barely visible.
“Grab our girl and keep her out of the way,” Jagger ordered. He raised his fist above his head and leapt into the air.
His hit shook the ground. Again and again, he pummeled the barrier until his knuckles were bloody and he bellowed in frustration.
Crouching low, he breathed heavily, preparing to spring upward again.
“Let me try,” Amethyst croaked so softly I almost missed it.
Jagger whirled to face her in the darkness. “Do you think you can break through it?”
I couldn’t see her at this angle, but I assumed she nodded since she stumbled beneath the opening and glanced up at me. A small smile tugged at her lips. I returned the gesture a moment before she lifted her hands.
Her entire body radiated an eerie green light, making her eyes look like emeralds. A shimmer rippled over the hole, the barrier made visible. It warped and curled, bowing like an animal in pain until it caught fire at the edges.
I watched in rapt fascination as it burned away to nothing.
Amethyst’s tiny body shook—she’d expended too much energy. Cassius was there, sweeping her off her feet. Then the ground shook again, and the dirt morphed, protruding in rectangular blocks that became stairs twisting around the hole that stretched wider.
“Cool trick, Cass,” Archer quipped, slapping him on the back.
He took the stairs first, practically sprinting up them. Cassius followed with Amethyst snuggled against his chest, and Jagger took up the rear.
When we were all out, the others looked around, taking in the cemetery—which had undoubtedly grown in size.
“My apartment,” Amethyst murmured. “On the corner of Third and Hallow Drive.”
I only had a vague recollection of this town. Cassius took the lead, using his insane memory to navigate. Fortunately, there were few vehicles on the road, and none of them stopped to question us.
We ended up outside of a tall building within a few minutes, and Amethyst wiggled her way out of Cassius’ hold. She led the four of us inside and to the elevator. I watched her press the button to take us to the fourth floor, while a wide yawn stretched her beautiful face.
She was so fucking perfect.
And so fucking mine.
Ours.
In my veins pulsed a thrum of need that I knew all the men were feeling, but she was spent. Our desire to reclaim her would have to wait.
In her bedroom, we stared at the king-size bed. There was no way all five of us would fit on it.
She giggled, sensing our dilemma. “You guys could always snuggle.”
Her hands reached for the hem of her dirt-covered dress, but Jagger stopped her. “Only we will undress you, girlie,” he growled.
A spark of lust entered her sleepy gaze. With a smirk, she held still, letting Jagger pull up the dress over her head. Archer took to sliding her tights down, leaving her in her panties, and I watched Cassius unsnap her bra.
The moment the fabric fell to the floor, exposing perfect breasts, I wanted to lunge for her and take them into my mouth. Little golden bars with crescent moons dangling from them adorned her nipples. I swallowed hard, shifting from one foot to the other. My dick was harder than it had probably ever been. Countless years with no release would do that to a guy.
Archer shot me a knowing smile over his shoulder.
“Those are new,” Jagger observed, stepping forward to palm each breast.
Archer brushed his nose against the apex of her thighs, making her whimper.
“Shower,” she choked out.
“We won’t all fit in there, little one,” Archer whispered before inhaling her scent. He groaned.
She bit her bottom lip, looking more awake than before. “It’s been so long,” she said, emotion filling her voice. Her fingers tangled in Archer’s hair as he hooked a finger under the front of her panties and pulled them aside just enough to tongue her pink, swollen clit.
A breathy cry escaped her. “I need you,” she pleaded, looking to Jagger first. Then me.
“You need to rest,” Jagger countered. “Expending too much power after being without for as long as you have is dangerous.”
She pouted. “I feel a lot better already.”
Archer gave a husky laugh. “Always so greedy.” He lapped at her folds as if she were a lollipop.
Batting her lashes at Jagger she said, “I promise to go straight to sleep if you fuck me first.”
What little control he’d had shattered, and like a starved animal, he pounced. In a blur of motion she went sailing through the air, landing on the mattress hard enough to shake the floor.
Archer gave an irritated noise at having his treat stolen but got to his feet and watched Jagger climb up the bed, straddling her small frame. He bent low, kissing her with enough force to bruise, but she only moaned into him.
“As much as I want to tie you down and fill you to the brim, we’ll have to be quick,” he murmured. When he climbed off the bed, he shucked his T-shirt off, revealing his muscled, ink-covered skin.
Archer stood back with a grin and looked to Cassius, then me. “Get it started.”
I didn’t waste a second pulling up my tight-fitting sweater over my head, then ditching the boots and jeans I’d worn for however long we’d been trapped.
Cassius followed suit, and I let him tug her up to a sitting position so I could slide behind her.
Amethyst’s breath hitched, her hand going over her shoulder to finger my long, dark locks. My lips pressed to her shoulder while Cassius claimed her mouth. I sucked and nipped at her cool flesh, knowing how much she liked my bite.
And I couldn’t deny how delectable her blood tasted. I licked at the skin, my cock straining against her ass. Using my hands to rock her hips against me, I felt her slick arousal coating the base of my shaft.
Cassius worked her clit, ensuring her body was primed and ready for the monsters we were to take her.
Brutally.
Savagely.
She might be our wicked necromancer, but she hadn’t had us in years. Now we were all feral with need.
Slowly, I lifted her until the crown of my cock pressed against her tight little asshole. She hissed in a breath as I rocked into her little by little.
Her sweet body stretched for me and she moaned loud enough to wake the neighbours. I chuckled.
“Such a good little witch,” I cooed against her ear. “Always taking us however we see fit.”
“Yes,” she answered breathily. “Fuck, I’ve missed this.”
Cassius grinned at her, tilting her back so he could thrust up into her hot cunt in one hard motion.
She screamed, her head falling back onto my shoulder.
Jagger stroked himself, his jeans gone. He moved onto the bed beside her, Archer on her left.
“Show me how much you can take, girlie.” Jagger held his thick cock to her lips and she parted for him, sucking it in.
I rutted into her ass like an animal in heat, loving the friction and feel of her so full.
Archer sucked on one of her tits before moaning. “I really love the cute toys you left for me, little one.”
She made a noise of assent, which was muffled by Jagger’s cock shoved down her throat.
Cassius panted, darkness within him seeming to come out as visible shadows around his body.
I fucked her hard, relishing the feel of her clenching on me. When her first orgasm stole over her body, she shook and writhed, screaming through the pleasure. Jagger didn’t let up his brutal thrusts, and seeing her so easily handling us all just like she used to had my own release shooting through me.
I sank my teeth into her neck to muffle my grunts while I milked myself into her ass. She came again, her tight hole squeezing my cock before I had time to withdraw. Her blood rolled over my tongue, the taste like brilliant starlight.
I sucked down only enough to slake my thirst for her, then lifted my head, feeling dazed.
Archer leaned back to let Cassius lick the crimson droplets that beaded on the surface of her skin. He groaned, his orgasm hitting too.
Amethyst moaned long and low, and after a few more thrusts, Cassius withdrew and I followed suit. When I was out of the way, she fell back on the bed, panting.
Jagger mounted her shoulders, thrusting his cock back inside her mouth. She took it with greedy slurps, and it never ceased to amaze me how she not only survived his punishing speed and strength, but relished it.
Archer took his place between her thighs, spreading them wide so he could watch Cassius’ cum ooze from her cunt.
“Such a pretty sight,” he murmured, as if to himself.
Then he bent over her pussy and licked up the juices, fucking her hole with his tongue. She bucked and whined beneath Jagger, but Archer continued to feast on her like she was his only meal.
I rubbed one of her nipples with the palm of my hand, and the friction sent her into another screaming orgasm.
Jagger hissed, “That’s it, girlie, drink it all down,” as he filled her mouth.
Obediently, she swallowed every drop of him. And when he pulled himself from her mouth, she gazed up at him like an adoring puppy.
“Good girl,” he rasped, stroking her cheek with a gentleness he didn’t show when he fucked her.
He climbed off and headed out of the room—probably in search of a bathroom.
Cassius was there to flick her other nipple, helping me and Archer work her towards another orgasm.
“Please, Arch,” she begged, her back bowing off the bed.
I flicked the little dangling moons with my tongue as Archer lifted her hips and buried himself to the hilt. He groaned in pleasure along with Amethyst.
Jagger appeared from the doorway, his eyes locked on the four of us.
Archer liked to tease, pulling himself out slowly before thrusting back in. It made our little witch shake and cry out with the need to cum.
“Archer!” she moaned.
His grin was wicked, and little by little he picked up his pace, rubbing circles on her clit.
I bent over her, kissing her deeply. Slowly.
She shuddered, then gasped, another orgasm rocketing through her body. Her back arched and I swallowed her screams, my hand wrapping around her throat.
I may not have been one to waste words, but I was just as much a monster when I fucked her. She unleashed the wild in me.
A perfect balance.
When Archer exploded inside her, breathing heavily and slicked with sweat, he said, “I call dibs on washing Amethyst first.”
We all chuckled, even Amethyst, whose eyes were closed, features awash with bliss.