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  “Get on the bed,” he said, tossing a blanket and pillow over to Johnno. “There’ll be time for photos later. More than you’ve ever wanted to take.”

  “Liam doesn’t like anyone knowing what goes on in here,” Jake said with a grin from where he rested his head against the man himself’s ribs.

  “Anyone finds out what we’ve done…” Lucas growled.

  “That’s strategic,” Liam replied. “Gay doesn’t—”

  “Sell records,” several of them chorused.

  “Gotta feed the fantasy to the female fans that they have a chance of getting in here,” Liam said.

  “You’d know all about that, wouldn’t you, Kira?” Lucas said with a smirk, Billy chuckling as he picked idly at an acoustic guitar.

  “You’re assuming seeing the five of you making out wasn’t a part of that fantasy,” I replied, getting on the bed and crawling over to Johnno. When I settled back against him, I saw everyone’s eyes were on me, even Billy’s fingers having slowed, then stopped. I stared them down as Johnno put his arm around my waist. “So, are you gay?”

  Apparently, that was the wrong thing to say. Liam grinned from where he lay. “Our sexual habits surely aren’t of interest to you, Kira, seeing as you’ve made your choice. Or are they?”

  “If you’re going to fuck each other in the bed I’m sleeping in, then yeah, it’d be good to know. It’d also be good to watch and photograph,” I shot back, not letting his dig get to me.

  He liked that for some reason. Liam fucking Hartley, my dream lover, smiled when I smart mouthed him. Then his eyes dropped to Jake, and he dragged the other man closer. Both of them looked at me, sly as cats, before Liam pulled the other man’s head down. They were slow and deliberate about it, edging nearer, almost warily, like this took some kind of silent negotiation. Or perhaps it was this—a performance of a different kind. I’d moved forward, my fingers going for my camera without even thinking about it, and only Johnno’s restraining hand made me aware of it.

  “You go close, they’ll assume you want in,” he said. “Just be clear on what you want.”

  Oh, I knew exactly what I wanted. Liam’s hair fanned out on his pillow, Jake looming over him as the kiss deepened. Their jaws flexed as they tasted every inch of the other. Billy started to play again, something slow, sensual, and with an irregular beat. Jake’s skin flared to life in the sunlight filtering in through the window, and he whimpered slightly when Liam finally pushed him away. He flopped down on the bed, loose limbed and smiling.

  “I do love it when you share.” He laughed to himself, an almost manic sound. “Gods, butterfly, I am gonna love having you with us.”

  “You’re not finished,” Liam said.

  Both Jake and I’s gaze jerked to where Liam peeled his shorts back from a massive throbbing cock. It twitched under our inspection, as if that alone was enough to send him higher.

  I felt almost cold with the shock of it. Like I knew there was a weird vibe between these guys, with the interviews and stuff, but this was so far from my expectations, I was beginning to feel like I was losing touch with reality. But as an alternate, it was also fucking hot. Jake crawled over, mouthing the head and making it shine in the low light, drawing a growl from Liam.

  “Mm…you haven’t let me do this in ages.”

  “So make it fucking good. I’m aching.”

  Jake’s laugh was dark and unfettered as the other man dug his fingers into his hair, trying to force him down. He licked the length, teasing the singer, his smile widening as it throbbed further. Liam was getting harder, redder, the muscles in his groin standing out in stark relief as he tried to get him to take it.

  Until he did. Liam’s breaths came in short pants as Jake stopped messing around, taking him as far down his throat as he could, then he began to bob. Liam sang a much rawer, less structured song of pain and need and desire, and then he turned to look at me. His eyes burned phosphorescent blue as he met my gaze, watching me watch him get off, pinning me to the spot, and I was no more able to move than fly out of this room on fairy wings.

  “God, Kira…” Johnno moved behind me, and I could feel the weight of his body as it shifted. “Let me get you off. Your scent is fucking tearing at me.”

  “I…”

  Liam smiled at my indecision, his expression only slightly marred by the beautiful agony Jake wrought.

  “Please…” Johnno said, putting a hand on my waist but going no further. His lips brushed my neck as he promised a world of pleasure against it if I just gave in.

  I was having an adventure alright, one so far away from my normal experience, I had no idea how to conceptualise it. So I didn’t. I pushed his hand down the front of my pants, Liam tracking our every movement, watching me shiver when those strong fingers parted my folds.

  “Fuck!” he growled against me. “You’re so fucking wet.” He grew bolder, sliding two fingers in a V on either side of my clit, making me shiver with each pass. They curled up slightly, catching the copious drip of my slick and smearing it all over me. “I want to bury my cock in you so fucking bad,” he said as his other hand slid under my shirt and cupped my bare breast, plucking at my nipple, making me writhe on the two points he held me on. I ached, the pleasure coming on too fast, too intensely. It roared to life now, after having been set to simmer as Aen and I played. I felt a deep emptiness inside me at his words, wanting just that and not caring if it was all four of them that saw me get speared, who watched my mouth fall open as he drove himself in me over and over. His fingers flicked faster, rubbing the hood of my clit, which only intensified the ache. Liam grabbed Jake’s head and fucked his cock down his throat, the other man’s eyes streaming with tears. It felt like he and I were caught up in a race neither of us wanted to win.

  “Close?” Johnno asked as my gasps grew more and more rapid. I could only nod. My breast was abandoned and another hand slid up the loose leg of my shorts.

  “Jesus!” I yelped as those blunt fingers probed my opening. I fell forward onto my hands and knees as my limbs turned to jelly, because I was getting so much closer.

  Johnno was on me in a second, his kisses trailing down my spine as he peeled my shorts down. His fingers found their mark so fast, and my thighs spread open as he forced them inside me.

  “Get her there,” Liam snapped. “Billy!”

  “No, I can’t take any more.”

  I watched the dark haired man shake his head, eyeing the lot of us with an odd wariness.

  “The fuck?”

  “I feel like I’m crawling out of my skin as it is. Lucas.”

  “Fuck. Off,” the big man replied.

  “I can’t,” Billy said. “Fuck knows what she’s going to do when she goes off. You’re up, mate.”

  “Give it to her then,” Lucas sneered.

  “Mmm…good idea.” He tapped Jake’s head, and the other man broke away and fell back on his heels, his eyes blurry, his lips twice as pouty and bruised by taking care of Liam, his cock straining in the stretchy boxers he wore. “On your back.”

  “You gonna fuck my throat?” Jake said with a smeary grin, one that was shone on me as he fell down on the bed in front. His hands reached up for Liam’s hips as he crouched over the other man, mimicking my pose. For good reason, as I felt the pleasure twist my spine, my cunt spasming around Johnno’s punishing fingers as my hips began to shake with the terrible intensity, Liam leaned forward. His lips were almost on mine as he thrust, his cock going down Jake’s throat. I watched them get closer and closer as we did, saw the vulnerable twitches on his face mimick mine. Our pants brushed over each other’s skins, our bodies covered in sweat. And then it happened.

  “One more?” Johnno asked almost idly, pushing another finger in, stretching me to my fullest, then those fingers curled up. That firm pressure on my g-spot, the sights before me, the sobs coming from Liam as he reached the point of no return, the feel of Johnno’s hand on my spine steadying me—it was all I could take and more. Orgasm was a meteorite
, and I was the aftershocks. I was dimly aware of the room filling with a sparkling golden light, one that skated across the skin of everyone there, but that barely registered. I was molten, a slow moving weight of the most delicious pleasure prickling every nerve, and tears ran from my eyes as it washed through me. But Johnno didn’t stop. He kept thrusting into me, my cunt felt like this fragile fluttering thing now. “One more,” he coaxed, his voice gentle and sweet in comparison. “Just one more.”

  I could no more consider another orgasm than turning into a unicorn, but my body had other ideas. Heeding his call, the pleasure didn’t so much ebb as it normally would, as rapidly crest and then burst again.

  “You need to stop!” Lucas snarled, twitching from where our magic touched his skin.

  “Not yet,” Liam said, his hand going to my neck. He brought his lips as close to mine as he could without touching, so I could taste the moment he came, the short, sharp little bursts bringing answering waves in me, and then it came—a thin stream of golden light. It poured from him into my mouth, until he finally let go.

  I knew now some of Billy’s fears, even if I didn’t understand it. With Liam, it was completely different than with Aen, the power he’d given me forcing its way in, opening me in ways I didn’t understand, and Johnno had to catch me as I fell backwards.

  I felt that same squirming, too full feeling I had at transition, though there was no pain this time. Instead, it felt like a living thing, throbbing, writhing inside me.

  “It’s OK,” Johnno said, tipping my head back. “It’s hard the first time, but then it feels good, so good.” And as if conjured by his words, I felt a heavy feeling in my limbs, like afterglow but a thousand times better.

  Perhaps it was that lazy, strung out mood that had me turning to Johnno and bringing his face down to mine. It was an expansive, airy thing that just seemed to want to be spread to others. More golden sparks appeared on the ends of my fingers as we kissed and I stroked his hair and back, more still when I pulled his shorts down.

  “Kira, it’s OK,” he rasped as I took him in my hand—that thick cock I’d seen him work what felt like a million years ago. He fought me for grip of it, smearing what remained of me along its length to lubricate it, but I pushed him away. What had happened with Marlow made sense. It was sweet and loving, and while I wasn’t sure where we were yet, I knew I’d find out.

  This was confusing. The band’s shadow hung heavily over everything. Their reputation, promo materials, songs, all were a barrier between me and them. And it didn’t get any better when I got to know more of them. Seeing them together, the relationships I didn’t understand, the way they ran their world was just so alienating. But right now, I was brimming over with pleasure, a feeling so complete, it couldn’t help but want to be shared. There was nothing petty or grasping about any of it, no matter the bewildering way it came to me. So I touched him like he was precious, like I was honouring all the heat and desire and need I’d seen in him since I really met him. Like we were back in my dream, where there was just me and him, my dream lover. He fought it, the need to say or do something riding him as I swivelled my hand slowly up and down his cock, the veins standing out painfully along the surface.

  “It’s OK,” I said, and the words were manifestly inadequate in the face of what had just happened, but it was all I had. He nodded, holding himself rigid in his kneeling position, every muscle straining to keep him still. He did nothing but reach for me, drawing me closer but not letting me disengage, then he placed little glancing kisses on my lips and neck as he got harder, more desperate. He mumbled pleas and vows, promises of every kind as I worked him harder, faster, the golden sparkles now dancing across my knuckles and down his shaft.

  “Oh fuck…”

  His eyes flicked open, and I saw they’d gone completely metallic gold. I caught one, then two pants, and then he erupted. A long, meandering groan escaped him as he shot all over his stomach, and I pushed him a little harder, a little longer, until his hand snapped down over my wrist.

  I jumped when a presence appeared at my back, a hand grabbing mine and smearing it in Johnno’s cum.

  “Rub it on your stomach or something,” Liam said. “That and Marlow’s scents will keep the wolves from your door for a little while.”

  Johnno nodded when I looked at him questioningly, then he helped me to get the job done as Liam pulled back again.

  It was as I laid down, curled in Johnno’s arms, that I realised how I’d been played.

  “You can wear some of mine too,” Jake said with a grin, holding his dripping fingers up before Lucas threw him an old t-shirt to clean up the cum on his stomach. He just chuckled as he put himself to rights and then dragged a blanket over him, rolling over to sleep with the ease of a child. Liam smirked, casting an eye over the both of us before doing the same. I’d come into this room not wanting to be here, unsure of where things should go with Johnno or any of them, and now I’d seen blow jobs and hand jobs and been on the giving and receiving end of both. And I was apparently marked by Hartley.

  “You OK?” Johnno asked, looking down at me.

  Was I? That was a damn good question, but as I looked around the room, I couldn’t bring myself to feel unhappy about anything. My head was spinning, and I wasn’t sure what the hell was going on, but as my lids began to droop, I felt a low burning sense of wellbeing.

  “Uh huh,” I said, and then dropped off to sleep.

  4

  “C’mon, girl! It’s time for your first concert!”

  Jen, Vervain, and Marlow had turned up at the bus when we pulled into wherever the guys were playing tonight, saw me all squishy faced and sleepy eyed on the massive bed, and just smirked.

  “Coffee?” Marlow said, holding out a cup.

  “God, I could kiss you. Actually, I think I will.” I made grabby hands at him with my free one, and he crawled onto the bed, giving me a long, sweet kiss. “I’ve missed you.”

  “After hanging out in the orgy bed with The Changelings?” he said. “I’m flattered.”

  “We could give it a test drive if you liked?”

  “No, no, no,” Jen said, holding up a finger. “I’ve been patient. I’ve been nice. But my so called best friend has been drowning in dick since she made a momentous life change…”

  Her grin was light, but it was still bloody true, so I gave the coffee to Marlow and launched myself at her, grabbing her in a hug.

  “Ah! Wait! This is designer—” she yelped.

  “Shut up and take it,” I said, smiling wider when I remembered Liam’s similar attitude in very different circumstances. I pulled back and took a look at her ensemble. It looked like de rigueur rock chick attire of jeans and a skimpy little black top, but I was willing to bet that several weeks of most people’s wages had been spent on it. “Who wears a designer outfit to a concert?”

  “I do,” she said with an imperious lift of her nose, then she grinned. “And so do you! You should see what—”

  “No.”

  “But we—”

  “No.”

  “Kira, you’re—”

  “No.”

  “You’ve become awfully fond of that word,” she said, her eyes narrowing theatrically.

  “Damn straight, I am. No headaches, no squiggly vision, no skittering sounds, no medication. No routine, Jen. No fucking parcelling up my life into bite-sized pieces of time.”

  “Oh, darling…I had no idea that was weighing so heavily on you.” Her soft look swiftly changed to an impish smile. “Well, no more of that! You’re at the epicentre of fae activity—the music business. You’ll meet so many people, have so many experiences! Oh my god, Kira. You have no idea!”

  “Looks like I will soon. I need to get my arse into gear. The guys have gone for sound check and all that bullshit.”

  “God, yes. Daddy is already asking for photos.”

  While he wasn’t paying me, my ‘loan’ of Marlow was dependent on the shared use of the photos I took.

 
; “Alright, well I’ll just chuck on some jeans and—”

  Vervain, Marlow, and Jen all moved towards me like some kind of impeccably dressed strike force. “No,” I said again.

  “Well, if you’re completely determined to slum it?”

  “I am. I’m the photographer, not the heir to Rutherglen. You represent your father, I’m just me.”

  “You’re so much more than that,” Jen said, her eyes getting a little misty, which of course meant mine did.

  We hugged it out until Vervain said, “C’mon, even this is too much girl on girl for me, and I’m gay. Let’s wait outside before this devolves into my wildest, wettest fantasies. Apart from you, Marlow. You can watch from the sidelines.”

  “Gee, thanks,” he said drily. “Go ahead, I’ll have her out in fifteen.”

  “Ooh,” the two of them said as they exited, “Kira’s got a boyfriend.”

  “Do I?” I said when they walked out. Things went quiet and still, but not uncomfortably so. He just looked at me, a slight smile on his face, his hand around my waist.

  “I shouldn’t have said anything this morning.” His arm tightened when I went to pull away, my cheeks flaming. I was being incredibly brazen compared to my human self, but this was the first time I’d regretted it. “Stop, not like that. It’s too soon, and I can’t promise you anything. I’m completely and utterly tied to the Rutherglen, but Kira…” He waited for me to look at him. “I’ll give you everything I have while we’re together. It’s been driving me fucking mad, being in that other bus. And then Jen and Vervain decided to ‘pass some time’ in the bedroom and…” He reached up and brushed a strand of hair away from my face with his free hand. “And you look sweet and sleepy and pouty, and you have no bra on your fucking amazing breasts, and I just want to toss you on the bed and—”