I nodded, and he pushed in deeper, breaching my throat until he was balls deep. Said balls rested against my chin. Neph groaned; the sound was a cord that reached my dick and made it throb with hot need.
With his cock so deep, I struggled to breathe. Unable to get a breath of air; he held it until my eyes watered, not that he could see that with the shower falling down over us. He removed his cock long enough for me to take one swallow of air before pushing back in.
Neph licked his lips when he lodged himself in all the way again. “I’m going to use your mouth, baby boy. You want me to paint your face or come down your throat?”
He pulled out long enough for me to say roughly, “Swallow.”
And then he let loose. His thrusts weren’t hard, but they bottomed out each time. I could only swallow half a breath every three or four thrusts. My throat burned and my jaw ached. My cock dripped with need and my balls hurt.
But the pleasurable sounds he made filled me with such hot arousal that my orgasm built too fast. I was nearly there, the only thing touching my dick being the patter of water. With every groan and praise leaving Neph’s delicious lips, I shivered in pleasure.
His sudden dive into my throat had me choking. Neph’s hand went to the back of my head, keeping me there as he blew down my throat. I swallowed as best I could, making him moan loudly. More dribbled down my throat as I stared into his eyes through the falling water.
And when he smiled at me, pleased, called me a perfect boy for taking his load and making him feel good, my orgasm spit out of me. I grunted, clamping my mouth around his softening dick to hold him there, sucking down every last drop as I rode out my climax.
Neph dropped when I was finished and took me in his arms, holding me to his chest as he kissed me softly. “Love you, Bronte. So fucking much.”
I smiled, resting my face in his neck, and let the moment of peace hang over us just for a second. It would fall away in a minute as the reality of our life pushed it away. But right now, I felt good.
“I love you,” I croaked, my voice rough from the raw feeling in my throat. Then smiled at the sound and the feel, swallowing again. I could still taste him on my tongue.
“We’ll see what everyone wants to do,” Neph said quietly as we dried off. I wasn’t sure what he was talking about at first, since we hadn’t spoken for a while. Not beyond the sexy words while I was choking on his cock. He smiled when I looked at him, confused. “About retaliation. But for now, let’s just focus on getting everyone strong again.”
I nodded.
Being mad made me want to retaliate. When my husbands were whole once more, maybe I’d feel differently. But the burning need to hurt those responsible in the same way they’d hurt us just kept getting hotter.
When we returned to the room, the Taika kids were there with the Terra’s little girl—Linken. Although the Taikas had six kids, we rarely saw them. The five oldest, a set of triplets, and the two under the triplets in age attended a boarding school for witches, though I suspected that one of them wasn’t a witch at all. The youngest, only six, was homeschooled. He was human, with only a little bit of witchy affinity in him. Something that pissed him off to no end.
And why wouldn’t it? Five witch siblings and you can’t help but feel left out and different.
The triplets were sixteen, Otto, Kellishon, and Apricot. They looked exactly alike, which was saying something since Apricot was female to the other two males. Still, I had a hard time telling the three apart. Then there was Rieen at fourteen and Tobi at ten. Their human son, Casper, was sitting with Linken, looking somewhat pouty. It didn’t take me long to decide that it was because his siblings had been helping their parents with the brew that Tem had been laying in.
However, all thoughts of the Taika kids fled my mind when I saw Tem back on the bed. His color already looked better and the way he was lounging suggested that he felt better, too. I nearly cried right then and there.
He looked up, his stormy eyes meeting mine, and smiled. “Come here, love,” he said, reaching for me.
With a choked sound that was far too close to a sob, I stumbled into the bed and curled up against him, taking him in my arms as best I could when, really, he was holding me. He always held me. All my husbands held me.
“You feel better?” I asked.
“Much, much better,” he agreed.
With his words, the tension in me fell away. Not the anger, though. That remained burning hot! While I laid with my face pressed against his stomach, I listened to the Taika kids talking to Veri, Plum, and Akello.
“It’s certainly witch magic, but there’s a feel of something else there, too,” a triplet brother, Kellishon, said. I peeked through cracked eyes to see him drawing something in a notebook while Rieen and Tobi peered in. Nearby, Casper continued to pout and scowl, his eyes shiny as he glared at his siblings.
“What is it?” Tobi asked, brushing her unruly hair off her shoulders as she peered into the notebook again. As the youngest witch, she was constantly asking questions. And as the child who considered himself the true middle child and father hen, Rieen shifted on his knees and pulled his younger sister’s hair back, securing it with an elastic before settling on his butt again.
I smiled. Siblings were adorable.
“Hard to say,” Apricot said. “It’s dulled but you can feel the rimming of it around the witch magic.” She traced her finger over whatever Kellishon had drawn on the paper. “We can talk process of elimination to determine what our best guesses are.”
“So, how was it included in the spell to begin with? Thoughts?” Kellishon asked.
“Witches are the only ones who can truly cast spells that have a wide range of outcomes depending on our intent,” Rieen said. “So, it would have to be something that the knife was soaked in?”
“Unicorn blood,” Casper said, rolling his eyes and turning his back on his siblings. “It’s not a hard question.”
