The Magic of Revenge (Emerald Lakes, #3)

by Britt Andrews

Hope was a scary thing, though. Having hope when the stakes are so high just makes the crash that much more devastating. But without it? Without it, I'd be nothing more than the husk of a man, like I'd just been for the past twelve hours.

‘The chosen one has found her mates, in a web woven by the fates. One was lost to be replaced by two, now a sixth is bound to you. What once was five will need one more to guide you through your destined door. Each will rise to find new power, as darkness looms and goodness cowers. Hold fast to earth which brings new life, awaken the Dragon chained by strife. Nature's fury will rain down aide, one who is many will release his rage. Two sides of one coin you'll be entwined, one in blood, one in mind. In royal red your strength renewed, hurry witch or all are doomed.’

“Princess, you scared the fuck out of me. My asshole has been quivering for days—in fear. Not arousal. Fuck. I’d almost forgotten what it felt like not having my man-gina clenched up tighter than a bull’s asshole in the height of fly season.”

My heart was beating wildly, my palms sweaty, and suddenly all I could think about was Mom’s spaghetti. Gods dammit, Saige. Focus! Now is not the time for Eminem references.

If it looks like a douche, talks like a douche, walks like a douche? It’s probably a motherfucking douche.

“Tomorrow I’m going to mate you, Goldie. Tonight, I’m going to let you rest and get some energy back because tomorrow, you’re mine. I’m going to make every one of your holes my motherfucking home. Our bodies are going to become one being, our souls will become one entity. The way it should be. Now, let me kiss you some more before I go tuck you into bed between your Fischers.” He’s gonna make my holes his home? My inner witch was jumping up and down holding up a vacancies sign. Because, you know, multiple openings.

"You made me a blanket fort. This is the best day ever," she squealed. "This is not a blanket fort. This is a fuck nest. The nest in which I'm going to ravish you for hours on end," I grumbled, crossing my arms.

"Yes. Yes, I'm hurt. One of my mates fucking died at my mother's hand. My other mates have been kidnapped, also by my piece of shit mother. And what am I doing? Having sex with you instead of making any kind of progress towards getting them back," I choked out, a tear escaping.

Honestly she should feel bad. When she was taken they did everything they could 24/7. But what is she doing? Fucking bram. Its really messed up

"Master has given Faris a sock. Faris is a free mage!" he said, in a surprisingly spot-on impression.

“Sweet Firefly,” Faris whispered, leaning his face down to my ear. When he spoke, his breath hit my skin which sent heat straight to my core. “I owe you a debt. For the rest of my life, I will be faithful to you, loyal, and protective. I will cut down any man, woman, or beast that wrongs you or attempts to steal you away. You have my word. I’ll be your viper.” His voice soothed my nerves and the sincerity of his words made my eyes sting with the unexpected rush of emotion.

"Alright, we need to start because Baggie is restless as hell and he needs his daddy cat back..." I winced at the rumble of objection through my brain. "Correction, Baggie is the daddy cat. And uh, I'm not allowed to say that again."

"Unus ex corde meo, me unum de anima mea, unum corpus nunc unus ex animo.”

My one of heart, my one of soul, my one of body, now one of mind.

‘Finally, a steed worthy of a warrior! Guard your baguettes, messieurs!’ Napoleon screamed and I laughed.

I'd never been anyone's first and now I had a mage who was not only an unhinged, zero fucks giving psychopath, but also a virgin!

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

"We'll burn together then, Red.

She stared up at me with those big disarming eyes that penetrated me, sinking right down to the dark depths of my soul and seeing who I was underneath all the bullshit. She fucking sees me.

Here lies Saige Wildes, dead by killer orgasm at the hands and mouths of her delicious men.

"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.

"Don't hide yourself from us and never, ever doubt that you aren't every-fucking-thing to us exactly the way you are. I want my mate to be soft, all the better to absorb my hardness." He rolled me so I was on my side, facing him now. "I need my mate to be strong and able to take me and my brothers. 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."

"I think she's dick-lirious," Kai chuckled, and I grumbled.

"Hey," I whispered and wrapped my arms around my Guppy. "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."

"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..."

Bette baby.

Stop. This is the cutest nickname in the whole series

By the sun, that feels really abrasive and slightly painful and... this might be my favorite texture yet.

How does a man even become that fucking big? He's like a tower of muscley man meat made for destruction and fucking. I can get the attraction. Jesus, his thighs are like gods damn tree trunks.

Those are also like tree trunks, younger trees, but still. Maybe he's part tree. I bet his cock...

Purring started up and I glanced at Kai who was nuzzling Saige's neck. Ooooh, I wonder what that feels like...

Hes so funny

His cheeks tinted a little bit. Fucker was blushing? Well, lick my virgin booty hole and call me Sally.

I cant

“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.”

“Okay, never say it like that again. The man is my brother and that gives me the ickies.

Hahaha the ickies

“Hey, it’s nothing to be ashamed of. I remember the first time I rode a rollercoaster. I screamed like a fuckin’ banshee. Between you and me, I may have had a skid mark in my skivvies when I exited the ride.” Faris roared with laughter at my admission. “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—”

"Well, I'm already a virgin. I want to blow her mind. And yours, if I'm being honest," Faris whispered back and then left me standing frozen like an asshole. My heart was racing and I was pretty positive I was the one blushing now. He wants to... my cock... in his mouth? Bloody fucking sun rays, my cock swelled at the thought even if my brain wasn't sure how I felt about that.

"So, how long have you guys been together?" Tom inquired, as he opened up some pretty gnarly looking needles. Oh bloody fuck, he's going to stick those in Faris? I opened my mouth to say we weren't together but Faris blurted out, "It's still pretty new, but Bram's my best friend." And he slipped his hand into mine and squeezed. Aww, he thinks I'm his best friend? My heart really liked that, if the way it was skipping beats was any indication.

Stop it. Bram and faris are so cute

It was so easy to compare yourself to others, especially when it came to mental illness. Wondering why you can't be like this person, or that person, but the truth was, everyone has their unhealthy coping mechanisms.

"Such a big strong storm Daddy..." Fuck if my cock didn't twitch.

I'd had quite enough of this fucking shit. She. Was. Mine.

Finally sloane

One. He wasn't leaving here alive. Two. He was never going to put his hands on Red ever again. Three. I'm stronger than this. Four. I'd never let her down. Five.

"Congratulations, Sloaney. You’ve been upgraded from basic peen to a knotty peen."

"Dead. Bryce is dead. Sloane ripped his cock off, shoved it down his throat, threw him off a cliff, and then lit his body on fire as he fell to the earth."