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  “You’re not lost, Sadie, we’re here,” Patrick said, yanking little Sadie to her feet.

  Time began to move and I saw glimpses of the boys growing into men. Mick learning how to fight and growing so frustrated he threw his sword away, but then his hand went to his heart. And his expression became one of determination.

  Seamus, struggling to understand the prophecy and questioning his role in it. But then he smiled, a faint flush in his cheeks.

  Patrick, quick and full of trouble, more interested in pulling pranks than training. But laying in a field of flowers and shaping a glass sun that shattered, so he sat up and tried again and again until he got it.

  Finally, Michael, impatient with everyone, but the most with himself. Pushing himself to the breaking point, until he couldn’t move. His young face contorting in frustration as he stared up at the moon. Then his hand found his heart and he let out a sigh, smiling.

  I saw the five of us together.

  Oh.

  Love poured through me, bringing tears of joy to my eyes and my heart overflowed. Laughing, I cast a hand up to the sky and the clouds vanished.

  “That’s it,” I said and Skinner’s illusion broke.

  “What’s it? What is happening?” Skinner barked in fear, brandishing my wand.

  “You really don’t know how to use that,” I said archly, calling it back to me. “And not that I need it to stop the sad, small likes of you, Rowland Skinner, but it is mine.” With a flourish, I sent a taste of love to the gash in his chest, along with a drop of light from moon, sun and star.

  “No!” he screamed, clawing at his chest, and horrible choking sounds emitted from him. “I didn’t mean, no, don’t take me there… No!… What is happening to me?”

  All around him, the ground turned to a swirl of gray ether, one he struggled to escape. The connection now broken, the zombies turned on him and waded in, their grasping hands eagerly dragging him down into the depths. He’d eluded death too long.

  I shuddered as he let out a wailing scream, throwing out a hand as though someone would pull him free, and then his fingers vanished.

  “Now, then, to wipe away this black magic,” I murmured, flicking away the cobwebs of it and bringing Salem back to life. The town shimmered into view. Moonlight washed over me and I raised my face to it, smiling.

  “Sadie,” came an amazed, happy voice.

  Michael, Mick, Patrick and Seamus were standing on a nearby roof. As I looked up at them, dawn broke across the sky and illuminated them. My heart throbbed and I caught my breath with the endless, delirious depths of love in their gazes.

  Then they were leaping across the sky, running to me.

  Hugging me and checking me over. Exclaiming and praising. Twisting me around so they could each sneak a kiss. Playfully tugging on my hair.

  A strident bark interrupted us and I turned to see Samwise loping towards us with his signature jiggle. Belinda was behind him, her face streaked with tears, but she let out a joyous whoop when she saw me.

  “Sadie. She’s okay!” Belinda yelled. “You’re okay!”

  “Bells, it’s six in the morning, hush,” I scolded her as she ran up and threw her arms around me. “Oh, honey, what?” I asked, stroking her hair as she wept into my shoulder.

  “We were frantic, Samwise was freaking out and trying to get outside, get to you,” Belinda shuddered. “I knew something terrible was happening and we sensed you… We all did.”

  Turning, I saw Patrick had scooped Samwise up with a face of great delight and was scrunching his nose at the dog. “Aha! A Daschund familiar. I love it!”

  “Ooh my,” Belinda murmured, glancing around and then giving me a knowing smile.

  “Sadie Matheson!”

  “Mother?” I asked, pulling away from Belinda.

  Delia was flying towards me, with a swarm of witches, mages and even Netherfolk behind her. I saw Pem, Fawn, Oliver, Treysi, Deloise, the Bruliens, Junie, and even Nana Lou, hobbling with her cane. Almost all of the magic folk of Salem and the surrounding area where rushing towards us.

  Frantic, my mother ran up to me and her hands found my face. I’d never seen her like this and it almost made me want to cry and laugh at the same time. “Are you alright? What happened? I sensed…” She shuddered and shook her head. “Oh, it was dreadful.”

  “I knew it would be alright,” piped up one of the voices I loved best. Freya brushed my mother aside and smiled down at me. Imposing and beautiful, my grandmom tossed back her white mane and embraced me. “Oh, Sadie, well done.”

  “Do you know what she’s done?” Mick butted in.

  “Not exactly, no,” Grandmom admitted. “All I know is Salem was in peril, about to sink into an age of darkness which would have claimed us all. And you drove it back. Old gifted, so blessed.”

  “It’s quite a story,” said Seamus in his quiet way, but I sensed everyone pricking up their ears. He looked directly at my mother. “One in which Sadie, beautiful and brilliant Sadie, saved us all.”

  “Tell me more,” Freya demanded, banging her cane on the ground.

  Switching off, the guys told the small crowd everything. About the prophecy, the training and the showdown with Skinner. If I hadn’t been there, I would have thought they were exaggerating parts of it. Although I did notice Michael and Patrick taking care to really drive home how awesome I was to my mother.

  Other folks had pushed forward, eager to hear what had happened and embrace me. All of them had been worried. It warmed my heart as the sun rose, filtering through the peaceful graves and lighting up the last golden leaves of the Oak towering over us.

  “I cannot believe this,” my mother said when they’d finished. She looked staggered. “My daughter – Sadie, you did all that… By yourself?”

  “Yes,” I said steadily. “Come now, Mother, how can that be hard to believe. I am your daughter.” She flushed and a laugh ran around the circle.

  “I’m not surprised in the least,” Treysi said, beaming at me.

  “Nor me!” Nana Lou said emphatically. “Came back to Salem just to see this.”

  With a fluttering roll of her eyes, Delia stepped forward and embraced me. “Yes, I suppose you are your mother’s daughter.” Behind her, I saw Patrick and Mick exchange painful grimaces.

  Laughing, I said, “Glad you finally realized it.”

  My mother patted my head as she pulled away, but she also tugged down my shirt and pinched my muffin top. I rolled my eyes. Some things never change. Yet at the same time, I sensed something had. I could have a relationship with Delia on my own terms now.

  She no longer had any power over me, I was my own woman.

  A woman who had Michael giving Delia dagger eyes, Patrick whispering jokes to Seamus, and Mick folding his arms.

  Ahem. They all looked at me and their faces relaxed into smiles.

  I had incredible powers and gifts, yes, but more importantly I had them, four handsome, brave men who loved me for me.

  Epilogue

  Two weeks later

  Something was tickling my palm and I tried to pull back or swat it away, but it grew more insistent. The sensation increased and began on my other palm, then my neck and navel.

  Cracking an eye open, I met Michael’s blue gaze, then Mick’s green one. Mick pretended to bite a finger, while Michael’s tongue flicked out along the love line of my palm. I shivered, realizing what was happening. They’d been dropping hints and whispering promises.

  Now they were all in bed with me.

  And I was completely naked.

  “See, good things come to those who wait,” Mick said.

  It wasn’t the first time we’d all been in bed together, but our clothes had stayed on those previous times. The day after Skinner’s defeat, I’d awakened to find myself entangled in a heap of O’Sullivans, their strong bodies keeping me warm and safe. Then they began to stroke and kiss my body, yet focused only on comfort and healing.

  When I’d begged for more, they’d said I
needed time to recover. Patrick had been about to give in, but Michael put his foot down.

  “I’m the last one to talk about patience, but I know we need it right now.”

  Over the past two weeks, as I’d recuperated, we’d put my life back together in the blink of an eye. Over a week ago, the shop had re-opened and it had been doing a booming business. So much so, the old Sadie would have been worried it was too good to be true.

  I, however, took it in stride, enjoying bossing the boys around my shop and cooking up new merchandise with Patrick and Seamus in the back.

  As full as my heart was of love, though, I was so desperate for release, last night I’d thought I’d have to corner one of them to give it to me. And now they were all here.

  Michael’s lips were on my wrist now, the sensitive skin brushed by his stubble. Mick was kissing each fingertip of the other hand. Patrick was draped over my legs, lavishing kisses on my belly button. Toes and fingers curling, I whimpered as Seamus kissed his way down my neck to nip my collarbone.

  “We know you’ve been patient,” Michael said, his lips now at my elbow. “And in need of us.”

  “As much as we needed you,” Mick added.

  “But is this okay, Sadie, do you want – are you ready for this?” Seamus asked, raising his head. “I hope you know what this means.”

  I nodded, remembering the feeling of sensing their love, their hearts and their beautiful souls surrounding mine. “Yes,” I whispered. “I love you all so much.”

  Seamus kissed me, surprising me with his boldness and I smiled at him as he pulled away. “We know. And we all love you.”

  “So much,” Michael murmured, kissing my shoulder now.

  “If that’s the case,” I said, trying to sit up and failing. “Why are you all dressed?”

  Laughter rumbled around the room as I managed to sit up this time and yank off Mick’s shirt, as he tugged off his boxers. I realized I’d yet to see him naked and took in his broad chest, sweeping my eyes down to that glorious cock.

  They were arranged around me. Michael had risen up on his knees, his arms folded and he stared down at me with that infuriating, delicious smirk. Patrick, lounging by my feet and promising all sorts of wild and naughty things with just a glance. Seamus, gray-eyed and intense, but with a touch of a smile as our thoughts brushed together, light as feathers. And Mick, reliable and huge, always at my side.

  But the sight of those four naked men in my bed, their attention on me and only me, had my core shaking so hard with anticipation and desire, I almost came right there. All I saw were miles of chiseled abs, sturdy shoulders and stiffening cocks.

  “Damn, I love you guys.”

  It was like the starting shot at a race as they all converged on me.

  Michael was first, his patience cracking as his lips captured mine. His hands speared into my hair, pulling hard to angle my head for better access. His tongue stroked inside and I reached down to fist his cock to remind him two could play at this game.

  Or maybe three, as I also reached for Mick, who was nibbling my neck. My fingers could barely wrap around the girth of him and his groans rumbled against my throat.

  Meanwhile, I felt Patrick and Seamus climb up, maneuvering in to latch on to my breasts. Patrick tugged and nipped at the right one, the nipple going hard instantly. Seamus took his time, licking and flicking with the tip of his tongue.

  Moaning into Michael’s mouth, I rubbed my legs together, trying to find release from all the friction in the air. Never mind the scrape of body hair against my skin, the edges of hard muscles pushing me down into the mattress and the sounds we were making.

  It was so erotic, I almost wanted to pause and listen to it.

  Patrick’s devilish fingers were suddenly drawing loops on my outer folds and I bucked against his hand. In return, he pressed a thumb into my clit, circling that button one way and then the other. Michael was still capturing every moan, even as he groaned into my mouth.

  Seamus’s hand had taken over for Patrick on my breast, I realized. Fingers curled inside of me. Arching up, I cried out and Michael broke away.

  “Get her up on her knees,” Mick said and Patrick’s hand vanished for a moment as I was pulled upright. There was some shuffling and then Mick was sucking on a breast next to Seamus while Patrick’s fingers slipped back inside.

  Meanwhile, as though to keep me guessing, Michael had settled behind me, his cock pressing into my ass, but his hands kneading my shoulders and lips on my neck. Reaching up, I held on to his hair, arching forward as Patrick began to work me harder with his fingers.

  “Oh, god yes, like that,” I said, reveling in all the hands and mouths all over me. “I’m close–”

  But I wasn’t close. I was gone. Sagging backward into Michael, he held me as the orgasm shook through me, making me cry out and tremble. They held me through it, sucking and licking and sliding, and when it was over, they flipped me around. My hips were in the air and Michael’s molten mouth was devouring me. Blood rushed to my head as my sensitive core took on another assault.

  Seamus started kissing me upside down, tangling his tongue with mine in ways that had me spinning off into the stratosphere. Meanwhile, I felt Mick cupping my breasts in both hands, groaning in satisfaction as I cried out when he flicked a rough thumb against them.

  As for Patrick, his adventurous mouth was kissing along my lower back. Then he bit my ass and I spasmed. Michael slowed, causing me to writhe and cry out against Seamus, but it was to no avail. Patrick and Michael both began to drive me equally crazy. Patrick was nibbling along my ass, flicking his tongue near that button, but never on it, while Michael was nipping at my clit.

  For a moment, they stopped and then both of them started at once. Tongues laved both of my holes without mercy. Gasping, Seamus and I broke apart as I mewled helplessly. I could sense him watching me and reaching up to pleasure him. Then his cock was in my mouth and I took him eagerly, trying to dole out some of the blissful torture being enacted on me.

  As I was tongue-fucked to the point of insanity, I worked Seamus faster and faster, driven to watch his face as it grew tense and then suddenly went slack as he came in a hot rush.

  Before I could even blink, I was kneeling over Mick’s lap and his cock was demanding entrance. Nodding, I was surprised when he took his time, teasing the wide head of his cock back and forth across my folds. Moaning, I grabbed his shoulders, when someone else pulled my hands overhead.

  Michael.

  His cock slid into my ass as Mick slid into my center. In almost perfect tandem, they’d entered me and had me screaming out their names. When both of them had filled me to the breaking point, Seamus and Patrick moved in, each of them showering kisses up and down my sides. Their fingers followed, pinching and rubbing.

  Hips were slamming against mine from front and back. Mouths were all over me. Hands were all over me. Skin met skin. Lips met lips.

  It was cataclysmic. Filled by massive cocks, working in tandem to bring me to pleasure.

  Stretching, filling and pushing me in ways I never thought I could be.

  As with everything else, the O’Sullivans opened my eyes to things I never knew I wanted.

  And then I shattered, squeezing and spasming on two engorged cocks. Both men stiffened a moment later and their shouts of pleasure followed.

  For a while, after that, we lay in an exhausted pile. I may have even fallen asleep.

  The next thing I knew, I was in the shower, being treated to a four-man scrub down. There, I was fucked against the wall by Patrick while the others watched or leaned in to kiss me.

  Then I sank to my knees and switched off between Michael and Seamus. After, Mick took my ass while Seamus slid into my core. At the end of that, even they were exhausted and traipsed off to bed. My bed, I might add.

  “Our bed,” Michael said, glancing over with a yawn.

  It was funny how our connection worked so intermittently. While Seamus and I could talk telepathically with concentr
ation, it was random with the other three.

  Love filled me as I watched them settle into the bed, leaving a space for me.

  Life was a dream. I imagined Oralee would be delighted that was the case. However, I also hoped there were no more prophecies by that sly ancestor. My eyes flicked to the Libris Ides on the side table. I hadn’t told the guys about meeting her yet. I wasn’t sure why.

  All I knew is that I wanted this peace to last forever.

  Climbing into bed, something moved out of the corner of my eye and I glanced at the book. It had fallen open and the pages were ruffling. It stopped on a page with swirls of silver and gold, and a faint thread of music whispered through the air…

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  Chapter One

  "It's lovely," I said, holding up Bobby White's drawing and squinting. "What is it?”

  "You!" squealed Bobby, with perhaps just a hint a of reproach in his young voice.

  I looked again at the confusion of blue and red paint, sprinkled with glitter and, for some reason, with a dead leaf pasted into the middle of it. "Of course it's me! How silly of me not to recognize myself."

  "You ridin' a dom-key," Bobby explained.

  "What fun," I said with an enthusiastic nod.

  "In a spaceship. With a crocodile." He pointed to a bright orange smear and I beamed back at him.

  I never got tired of listening to the flights of imagination of my two and three-year old charges. They might not have always had the language skills to express what they meant--to Bobby, every animal between the sizes of a dog and horse was a crocodile--but their enthusiasm for everything, their curiosity about the world, and their desire to see everything, do everything, and learn everything at ninety miles a minute made them the best people in the world to work with, bar none.