The Magic of Revenge (Emerald Lakes, #3)

by Britt Andrews

"I love you, princess. I told you, I'd do anything for you. And seeing you so distraught over me makes my little demon heart swell." "It's not the only thing swelling, asshole," Fischer chuckled. He had a clear shot of the evidence from his vantage point.

"Your demon is yummy," he said to me and winked at Bram. Then he was gone again. Fucker was fast as hell. "Son of a bitch," Bram exhaled in... wonder? I giggled at the thunderstruck expression on his face. I doubted Bram had ever kissed a man before. The only thing I was getting through the bond though was arousal. Yes, please.

Red regarded me and it was as though her gaze was piercing my soul. It made me uncomfortable but I was starting to see that uncomfortable didn't necessarily mean bad.

She was like the sunshine to my storm. The sunshine to my storm? What in the fuck?

I swear that man had to be doing some kind of drugs. Nobody was that peppy and strange without drugs.

I got distracted by the clear resin countertops that held hundreds of different tiny vegetables. What in the fresh market hell was this place?

"Roger, what the fuck?" I gasped, taking in the spare bedroom. Mushrooms. There were handpainted mushrooms covering the walls and they had been deliberately painted with an erotic twist. Large shroom shafts… Was that even what they were called? Wrapped around each other sensually, some of the caps were drizzled with what looked like morning dew but upon closer inspection, I saw the tiny slits in the spongy tops. Splooge. It was shroom splooge. Shlooge? I was done with the whole day. Maybe the week. Jupiter’s own cock couldn’t handle such debauchery.

He knew me better than anyone and fuck, I couldn't lose him. Not now, not ever. I would do whatever I had to do to win him back and make him mine. Was I in love with Fischer? Yes. I knew that now. Sometimes you don't know the depths of your heart until it's cracked and the truth leaks out from within.

Half of the time I'm not sure if you want to kiss me or punch me in the nuts. But the prophecy referred to six mates. I know Faris is here now, but am I wrong to hope that maybe I’m one of them?"

And I know how you feel when we’re together because half of the time, I don't know if you want to kiss me or strangle me. You have this... large energy, Sloane. You're intense and loyal and determined. I think the reason you’ve always held yourself back from your emotions is because they're so fucking big. I think if you allowed yourself to be with me and I trusted you, our relationship would be like an inferno. You'd envelope me, surround me,"

when I catch you staring at me and our eyes meet, it’s like this raging fire. I feel the oxygen being sucked away and I can't focus on anything except the heat and the flames. It's like fight or flight. I could run and have the teasing memory of the flames licking at my skin... or, I could stay and burn up from the inside out with the way you make me fucking feel."

"Now, if you'll excuse me, I have somewhere to be." She lifted her brows in a way meant to be suggestive but she just looked dorky as hell. "Have fun, Kitten." I winked.

"I would have said hell no before. But I think she's good for him. And he is completely obsessed with her. Earlier when she let him feed on her—" "She. Did. What?" I growled as Kai hopped off the loveseat and strode over to the bed.

"You try stopping her when she's set her mind to something." "You could try," a voice from the door had all of our heads turning, to take in the woman who had all of us wrapped around her little finger. "But I will always do what I want."

"You fucking serious right now, little witch?" My voice was deep and disbelieving. "You know I am." She shrugged and disappeared into the bathroom, leaving the door open. The three of us looked at each other for a beat. "Oh, I cannot wait to get my hands on her sassy ass,"

Yeah. We'd kept stuff from her. But she had been fucking assaulted and didn't tell me. Didn't tell any of us. That didn't sit right with me and I wanted to make sure she knew that.

Some motherfucker put his hands on what's mine. What. Is. Ours. He hurt you and you didn't trust us enough to protect you. That's not going to happen again,"

"Get me nice and wet. I'm going to fuck you first," Fischer said smugly, shooting a look at us that said challenge me, I dare you. I was fine with that. He'd died, for fuck's sake.

Reaching over, I snagged a pillow and dropped it on the floor between my spread feet. "Such a gentleman," she sassed and I took a deep breath. "It's not going to last," I warned, lifting a brow.

"Open up," Fischer said and I looked to him, wondering who the hell he was talking to. He was holding up three glistening fingers and staring at me intently. "Taste our woman, Cam. Lick her from my fingers."

Here lies Saige Wildes, dead by killer orgasm at the hands and mouths of her delicious men. A deep chuckle came from down by my feet and I cracked an eye, realizing I must have voiced that thought out loud. Shit.

"Yes! Gods, Guppy, please. Please fuck me. Fuck me so the stars know they're never taking you from me again." My body squirmed involuntarily beneath him and I saw the heat in his gaze. The determination to make it so we'd never be parted. "Fuck her, man. Take our woman while we watch because I'll be damned if any fucking body tries to take a single one of you from me,"

“You’re in heat? But doesn’t that mean…” Fish trailed off and I peered up at him from between the hair that had fallen over my eyes. It took everything in me not to laugh at the way his face paled and his eyes widened. “Shit!” Cam cursed, slipping out of me. Then I did laugh. Big dummies.

We're not easy men, Cub. But we're yours. And you’re ours. We are each other’s. All of us. And I can’t wait to watch this belly swell with my cubs. Even if they aren’t made by me, they’ll be mine just the same." There went my ovaries tossing eggs out like confetti. My entire body felt as though it had melted into a pile of loved-up gooey goop.

My body was useless to me now. That was fine. I'd be a sexually sated spirit. I could just ghost around and do ghostly shit like that one ghost girl, Fate. She gave one of her dudes a hand job while staying invisible. I laughed to myself thinking of how much I'd fuck with these guys if I— "No ghost shit, baby girl. That's where I draw the line." Cam gently spanked my butt cheek and I sighed, realizing I'd confessed all of my devious poltergeist plans before I'd even gotten to have any fun. "I think she's dick-lirious," Kai chuckled, and I grumbled.

I am so damn lucky. And that was half of my mates. At once. I might get like, orgasm poisoning or something with all six of them. I need to ask Miranda if that's a thing...

"She's not taking anyone from anyone again. I'll never let any of you go, even in death I will fucking find your souls and pull them back to me," I vowed. "You are mine." Faris grabbed his chest over his heart and swooned dramatically. Though, I had no doubts that he was being dead ass serious. The crazier the shit was that came out of my mouth, the more he seemed to fall in love with me.

"Don't you realize what you did? You took the life from the earth and put it into your man. Mother nature was in tune with your pain, your loss, and your heartbreak. She came to your aid when you needed it most and sacrificed some of her own children to give you your love back. You are the embodiment of green witchcraft, child. Selfless, pure, loving..."

"Then why does it matter if the fibers of the rug appeal to your skin?" he laughed, shaking his head. "What if I wanna fuck on a rug sometime?" I asked and his eyes widened before his brow furrowed as he considered that. "Damn, there’s a method to your madness after all. I'm impressed,"

Sloane piped in and I glared at him as I slid my back up and down the bricks of the fireplace. By the sun, that feels really abrasive and slightly painful and... this might be my favorite texture yet. "The fuck you doing, Faris?" Fischer questioned, sitting down in the spot Kai had vacated. "As I told Kai, I'm using a skin-to-surface test to determine what I like and dislike. So far, bricks are winning," I grinned, pleased at my findings.

Jesus, his thighs are like gods damn tree trunks. My eyes traveled up to his arms that were straining against the sleeves of his t-shirt. Those are also like tree trunks, younger trees, but still. Maybe he's part tree. I bet his cock... "Faris, are you paying attention?" Cam asked, startling me out of my thoughts. "Oh, yeah, of course," I laughed like he was being ridiculous. "What did I say then?" he asked pointedly. "That your grandfather was a tree?" Bram snorted beside me while Cam just looked at me like he didn't know what to say.

Saige asked, looking interested and I lowkey didn't like that—mostly because I highkey wanted to stab him.

"Yeah, like we could forget those times," Sloane snapped and I bared my fangs at him and hissed. Fire danced on his fingers and I was going to snap all ten of them, heal them, then snap 'em again for good fucking measure.

I'd also like to train you on wards and protection spells, if you’d be interested in doing that with me?" His cheeks tinted a little bit. Fucker was blushing? Well, lick my virgin booty hole and call me Sally.

Her eyes dropped to her lap and she fiddled with the hem of her shirt. I took it upon myself to squeeze beside her on Cam’s lap and started to run my fingers through her hair. Soft as fucking sin. Mmm, smells like coconuts, too. Cam grunted. “Are you serious right now, man?” I glanced at Cam and continued slipping my fingers through the best texture I’d felt yet. Shiny, glittery, sparkly hair. “What? You have a lap that would turn Santa into an envious little elf. There’s a lot of ass space here. Don’t be stingy, it’s rude.”

They're our handymen," she explained. "Good thing you have six of those now. I'll go inform them," Faris announced, scooting across the seat and grabbing the handle. Goldie slammed her hand down on the lock button before he could open the door. "Bram," she said exasperated, looking at me like I should do something to deter him. But he was right. She had six handy as fuck men now. Gay or not, my pride wouldn't allow for any other men to take care of my mate.

He leaned forward and sniffed Goldie's neck, making her giggle. Damn, he was like a little puppy. Does something bad but then acts cute as shit and gets forgiven. Wait. Cute as shit?

It was really starting to heat up when I felt the swipe of a tongue that was definitely not Goldie's. "By the moon, Faris!"

"You can't just join in on anyone's kiss like that, man," I sighed, running a hand through my hair. "Well, I wouldn't do that with just anyone. Only you and Goldie," he said matter of fact, like I was a damn idiot. My eyes closed and I took a deep breath. I was going to have to teach him some things. Boundaries, for one.

With a laugh, she slipped out of the car and walked away. We watched, because... duh. When the woman you love walks away from you with an ass like that, you damn well watch.

Dear stars, give me strength. The good people of Emerald Lakes were not ready for Faris Bahri.

"B. O. O. B." "Why are you spelling boob?" I asked, grabbing a shopping cart. Faris looked confused for a second and then he laughed loudly. "Oh stars, I did, didn't I?" he snorted. Legit snorted. "It's their blood types." He gestured to the group of people that had just passed us on their way to the exit. I chuckled at that. "Okay, well, that makes it a little better.

I turned to ask him a question and my heart nearly stopped when he wasn't there. Spinning in a circle, I let out a breath as I saw him a little ways down, chatting with... Was that Randy Roger?

I hoped the mushroom room would spruce him up a bit, but I'm not sure it did the trick. In hindsight, the eggplant suite probably would've suited him more. He seems like an eggplant man, doesn't he? Fuck." Roger ran both hands through his curly ass mullet. "Hey, I'm sure it was fine. He was probably just going through some shit," I said, trying to calm the guy down before he had a meltdown. "Bram, I want an eggplant suite." Faris pouted and looked up at me. Those damn eyes.

Faris sniffed the air and took off down the aisle. Great. Why do I even speak?

He touched everything in sight, constantly proclaiming, "I want this" and then tossing whatever it was into the cart. When he turned around, I'd take that shit out and put it back on the shelf. If the guy wanted to get some stuff, fine. But I didn't think we really needed a ten pack of superglue or leopard print duct tape. When he saw the set of mini kitchen utensils, he almost had a fit over how precious they were. I left those in the cart. They were kind of cute. And less than ten bucks.

"Instant mac and cheese? Really? Of all the things in the store, this is the best smelling?" He cupped the container and ran his cheek against the side of it, a little moan slipping from his mouth. By the stars...

Faris growled, rage simmering in his eyes at the thought of Sloane. I probably should keep an eye on that before he did something crazy, like kill him.

His cheeks turned red with embarrassment and I squatted down next to him. I had this desire to assure him that his feelings were valid. Why? I had no fucking clue. There was just an innocence to him that contrasted with his stabby desires.

“So not only do you scream like a girl, you’re telling me you have a loose butthole? Wow. I can’t—” “Excuse me, what?” I snapped. “My butthole is not loose.” “You literally just said you shat yourself,” he said slowly like he was talking to a dumbass. “That isn’t what—” “It’s okay, I knew you couldn’t be that sexy without any flaws.” He patted my knee. I paused. “You think I’m sexy?” His dark eyes trailed over my face. “You’re the sexiest man I’ve ever seen,” he practically purred. My stomach flipped and I straightened back to my full height. “Well, I’m flattered. But, I don’t swing that way.” Faris looked at me in confusion for a second, before snapping his fingers. “Right,” he said. “The loose butthole would be problematic.” “Gods damnit, I don’t have a loose butthole!” I shouted and heard a gasp from the end of the aisle. Spinning around, I saw a ninety-year-old woman clutching her pearls and hobbling away as fast as she could. Shit.