Page 87 of Class Studies
“Then let’s work on this together, not just you and me, all of us,” Beryl’s chest rumbled as he spoke. “I’ll tell you as many times as you need to hear it. You’re not forcing any of us.” He cupped my cheek so I couldn’t look away from his sapphire gaze. “I don’t want to run, and I don’t want to push you away. I want this, all of it.”
I pressed my cheek into his hand. “I want this too.”
Beryl smiled softly. “You’re building a powerhouse. The family neither of us ever had. But you’ve got to trust us.”
Beryl shifted, encouraging me to straddle him, and I did. He pulled my forehead down to his.
“I’m not making you share?” I whispered, unable to banish my insecurity.
Beryl chuckled. “When Tanwyn wanted to join us, I was fuck’n lit.” He captured my lips. “As Ashe would say, fuck no, Kitten.”
I wracked my lower lip with my teeth. “All of this terrifies me. Most of you don’t even like each other. What do you even do with five dicks at one time? Or is it a sword fight to decide who goes first?”
I chuckled at my visual, and Beryl’s abs shook, rubbing against my needy sex. My body flared up, reminding me of the raw amount of magic I channeled tonight.
Beryl let out a dramatic moan. “Ashe will win that sword fight every time, lucky bastard.”
I sat up, pulsing my clit against his hard abs.
Beryl wrapped his hands around my waist. “You’re worked up again?”
“It’s only my magic.” I pouted. “I can figure it out myself.”
Beryl chuckled, rubbing little circles on my flat stomach with his thumbs. Heat rippled into my core.
“Promise me one thing.” Beryl ran his hand down my lower back to cup my bare ass. “If you promise it, I’ll believe you.”
I leaned down, brushing our noses together. “Anything I can promise, I will.”
“Don’t hide things from me.” Beryl kissed my nose. “I won’t say don’t lie. I know how your little black and white brain will overthink that, but don’t hide things from me.”
I bit my lips together and nodded. “I promise I won’t hide things from you.”
He pulled me down to him and enveloped my mouth, our tongues sealing the words between us.
Beryl released my lips. “Call up the professor and Tanwyn.” He grinned and bucked his hips. His erection grazed my butt. “We need to show you you’re not controlling us. We’re not doing anything we don’t want to. Love makes people do outrageous things.”
I balked. “The professor and I don’t…and Tanwyn….”
Beryl reached under my hoodie and pinched Professor Garnet’s necklace. “Drop the silence, and get your asses up here.”
Immediately, the odd silence ended, and my stairs rattled with the sound of two sets of feet. I tried to wiggle off Beryl, but he held me in place. Blood rushed to my face when Tanwyn appeared next to the professor, drinking in my bare legs spread over Beryl.
“For some reason.” Beryl’s raised voice rumbled on my clit, making me clench with need. “Our girl is under the impression she’s controlling us.”
Professor Garnet stripped off his shirt and joined me, straddling Beryl. He cupped my breast and messaged them through the thick material of the hoodie. “You’re not your master. If you were controlling me, I wouldn’t have denied myself.”
“Bro,” Beryl said, his eyes bugging. “You’ve not…Dot, you igit. Look at the evidence right in front of your face.”
I blushed, focusing on Tanwyn. “Are you sure this is what you want? I mean, we, ah, just kissed for the second time.”
Tanwyn gracefully slid to the bed, unbuttoning his shirt one button at a time, revealing ropy muscles covered in blue and orange markings. A metal bar went through his belly button on his flat stomach, leading to a series of small piercings disappearing into his belt line.
Professor Garnet growled appreciatively.
Although I always found Tanwyn’s dark features striking, they came to life when he smirked. Tanwyn pulled off the rest of his shirt and walked on his knees to my side.
My brain short-circuited as the three closed me in.