That was my reason for existing, wasn’t it?
While I respected and was even coming to like both Mistresses Ophelia and Neves, I needed someone who was stronger than both of them to really teach me how to use my magic.
Lighting a candle, even stopping a sword, took a certain amount of skill.
Stopping the mountain from tumbling to the ground before it was time was a different set of skills entirely. I needed someone who was confident—no, cocky enough to handle that kind of power.
There was only one temple master who could do that.
The ancient bastard.
Master Dorian.
I stared down at the courtyard and could feel the phantom hit from his spell on my face, leaving my nose tingling a bit.
Letting out a puff of breath, I knew I had to ask him for help.
The full moon wasn’t high in the sky yet, which meant it was still early in the night. Most of the masters wouldn’t have retired for the evening, though it would be close.
If I didn’t do this now, I wasn’t going to be able.
I would completely chicken out in short order.
Still wearing the dusty, grimy clothes, I marched back out of my apartments—hoping just a little that Elex would appear on my walk and stop me—and headed down the hall to the stairway.
Master Dorian was in the other wing and down two floors. He was the only master on the floor, and the door was at the end of the hall.
He had picked this on purpose. The hallway was intimidating. Shoes echoed as they hit the marble, and the doors at the end loomed over the visitors, seeming to grow larger as I approached.
My stomach turned to butterflies. I did my best to ignore them. Swallowing, both the horrible taste of bile and my pride, I knocked on the door.
It was a dull thud through the thick wood, but I had to hope it was enough to catch his attention.
Nothing happened. I heard shuffling, but that was it.
After two full minutes, I lifted my hand to knock again.
“Come!”
It was shouted from a distance behind the door.
Rude, really. I didn’t want to be there either.
The door pushed open easily, and I entered the parlor to Master Dorian’s apartments. It looked exactly like I had expected—too many curtains, too many pillows, uncomfortable looking chaise lounges, no tables, too few lamps and no open windows.
Stuffy. Overdone.
Like him.
Master Dorian, though, wasn’t in the room. He didn’t come striding in pissed at me, either.
I stood in the room for a moment and figured that since the invitation had come from so far into the apartments, I was going to have to search him out.
Careful to keep my steps quiet, I crossed the parlor to the doorway on the other side.
There were more noises, louder now, but I couldn’t make out what they were. It sounded vaguely like wrestling, or maybe boxing, but neither was quite right.
Clearing the doorway, I stepped into the living area.
And regretted every decision I’d ever made in my entire life that brought me there at that moment.
Kneeling in front of the impressively naked master was an incredibly good-looking, ripped back and taut ass, topped with brown-blond hair that bobbed up and down.
Giving him head.
Master Dorian was seated on the lap of another man. His hips were thrusting forward and back.
Driving his cock into the kneeling man’s mouth.
His hips’ undulations were sensual and erotic, and even while he rocked, he also drove up and down on the other man’s lap.
Driving the cock in his ass deeper.
My brain fried. I lost all ability to move, or think.
I tried to leave, but I tripped over my own tunic and landed on my ass, desperately still trying to crawl backward out of the room.
I tried stammering an apology, but even that came out more like a whimper.
Bodies stopped mid-motion.
Three gazes tore through me as I could feel the panic rising in my gullet.
The next moment, it registered who the other two were with Master Dorian.
Masters Roran and Rilen.
“Oh gods, oh shit.” The words spilled out of me uncontrolled, and still, I desperately tried to crawl out of the room.
“Stop.”
It was Master Dorian’s command, and I instantly obeyed. I felt nailed to the floor at that moment.
Master Roran, the one who had been sucking—kneeling on the floor, moved to the side and allowed Master Dorian to stand.
There was no missing the pleasure that rolled through Master Dorian’s face as he stood and Master Rilen withdrew from his passage.
There was no missing Master Dorian.
Naked.
Erect.
Hot.
“What in the hell are you doing here.” His voice level, but the seething anger was simmering just below his calm.
“I knocked and…”
He growled. “You didn’t knock.”
“No, Master, I did.” I didn’t care that I appeared to be groveling. “I did. I waited at the door, and I heard someone yell ‘come’ and—”
Holy shit.
I had heard someone give a sexual command.
Not permission to enter the apartment.
My hands covered my face, and I wanted to die.
Master Rilen, seated on the couch, started laughing hard. His twin joined him a moment later from the floor.
Master Dorian did not.
He loomed over me, still naked, still very erect, staring down. It was abundantly clear he wanted to punish me somehow for this transgression, but I didn’t think there was a thing he could do that would be more humiliating than walking in on a master of the temple in a compromising position with two other men.
“Dorian.”
There was another set of feet next to his, and I dared to look up. Master Roran—naked but flaccid—had his hand on his fellow master’s elbow. “It was an honest mistake, Dorian. You know this little one doesn’t seek you out unless she is desperate.”
“Don’t frighten her any more than she already is.” The other twin had appeared on Master Dorian’s other side—also naked and impressively not flaccid.
I knew who the sexual command had been given to.
I put a fist on either of my temples and averted my eyes.
Sweet savior of S’Kir, their cocks were huge.
Worse, they were turning me on with all these erections.
Putting my hands on either side of me, I rolled over to my hands and knees and tried to stand so I could leave.
Someone behind me groaned.
I tripped over my tunic again.
Belly-flopping to the floor, I wept. I tried not to make a sound, but I knew I was trembling.
“I am so sorry, Masters.” The words squeaked out of me. “I’ll leave. This is no place for me right now.”
I pushed to my feet, but a hand came around my waist to keep me from falling. I glanced over and found Master Roran supporting me.
“You will have to forgive our mate, child. He’s a bit of an insufferable prick.”
“Please,” Master Rilen was on my other side. “You like to suffer on his prick.”
“Oh, gods.” I didn’t need sexual banter.
“Take her back to her room.” Master Dorian’s voice sliced through the air.
Master Roran turned and faced him. “No. We traumatized this poor girl, and she needs a moment. I’m going to make her tea. And if you object, you can sleep alone for the next month.”
Master Rilen nodded silently and took my elbow. I noticed he donned pants at some point, and I was grateful. There had been entirely too much tempting maleness hanging out.
Leading me to the kitchen, Master Rilen sat me at the table while Master Roran started a pot of tea on the stove.
“Are you all right?” Master Rilen asked, tipping my chin up.
I started to nod yes but changed it to a no after a moment. “I’m not. I’m exhausted and overwhelmed, and I swear to you, I had no idea you were in here…uh… occupied.”
Master Roran chuckled from where he was retrieving mugs for tea.
Naked.
Master Rilen shook his head. “Child—”
I held up a hand. “May I ask you both to please stop calling me that? I meant to ask Mistress Neves and Mistress Ophelia earlier. I may not be as old as you, masters, but I am still nearing my first century.”
Master Rilen nodded. “It’s probably best if we did. There’s no reason to call a temple master child.”