Chapter28
Oakley
Saros stood there like an obsidian statue. Everything about him was tense, as if he hadn’t fully made up his mind.
“It’s really okay if you aren’t ready,” I assured him.
“Yeah, you’re welcome to watch whatIdo to her,” Lynx challenged, sliding the hand that was supporting my thigh up a few more inches. Saros dropped the remote, the rose that’d hovered over my clit dropping to the blanket at the same time. Aside from his brows furrowing and the heavy rise and fall of his chest, he remained pinned in place.
With no floral fuckery happening, I was exposed, and Lynx crawled his fingers toward my entrance. Saros’s attention zeroed in on the movement. The length of him jerked, watching Lynx nudge my hand away, delving inside me, making my eyes flutter. “So wet and perfect for me, Wicked.”
I was so focused on the feel of Lynx driving in and out of me that the next thing I knew, Saros was standing in front of me, cock pressed against my belly, hand hovering just above where my jaw met my neck.His gaze darted to my lips, and he swallowed thickly. “Warn me when you’re getting close.”
“You could always just be really bad at it and it won’t be a problem,” I teased, arching my breasts toward him, wanting to close the distance.
“Oh, Midnight,” he brushed back some strands of my hair, pressing a slow kiss to my jaw and pausing a moment before whispering. “We both know that isn’t how this is going to go.”
Fuck yes.
Lynx kissed along the other side of my jaw from over my shoulder. “How about you saymynickname for you when you’re close?” He leaned and pressed a kiss to my shoulder as he continued to stroke me from the inside. “Say it for us.”
“Wicked,” I rasped, angling my pelvis so Lynx could delve even deeper.
If being wicked meant having their sinful worship until my magic boiled over, then I’d gladly be the wickedest witch of the Pacific Northwest.
“Good girl,” Saros said, cradling my cheek in his hand and sucking in a breath before stealing mine with his kiss. His tongue stroked savagely, and I nipped his bottom lip, encouraging him on. When our lips separated, Saros gripped Lynx’s neck, pulling him in for a punishing kiss.
My chest ached, heart pumping wildly. They were beautiful together, like the sun and a storm cloud clashing in a powerful yet strange harmony.
In one smooth movement, Saros was on his knees, hooking the leg Lynx had been holding over his shoulder, applying the same ferocious tongue technique to my clit. Lynx continued to pump into me with his fingers, kissing along my neck. His cock brushed my back as I quaked, streaking it with his lust.
“Oh,” I whimpered, pelvis jerking into Saros’s face. My body was giving into the increasing pressure, magic flowing through my veins in the moonlight. Breasts swelling and heavy, my body ached to live in this permanent high. The sensual serpent of Desire twisted up within me, ready to spring into action and sink its fangs into their gifts—
“Wicked!” I screamed, loud enough that the whole coven probably heard.
Lynx moved to the ground and Saros pressed a slow, searing kiss to my core. It throbbed, begging to rekindle what’d been snatched away before I’d cried out. Guiding me onto my knees, Saros helped situate me atop Lynx’s face. Two strong, much paler arms gripped around my thighs, pinning me there.
“Ride my tongue, Wicked.”
My hands grasped the blanket for purchase as Lynx fucked me with his mouth. When I tried to sit up higher on my knees, feeling self-conscious I might suffocate him, Saros’s dark, calloused fingers pushed me back down. Lynx’s arms tightened, clamping around my thighs, tongue darting in and out of me, lapping at me in delicious patterns, always skipping the one area thatdesperatelywanted attention.
When I finally got my balance enough to bring a hand to my clit, Lynx gave me a firm smack on the ass. My hips bucked so wildly over his face that I almost fell over. Then he went to work where my body and Desire craved. The coiled pressure built in momentum until it sprang from me, feral in its pleasured haze, and seized Lynx’s Empathy.
I combed through his sandy-blond waves, gripping tightly as I arched back. The coppery moon heated my body. I shook and moaned, not giving a fuck if the whole of Celestial Haven could hear.
His lust wrapped us up in rich fuchsia ribbons, the air thick with powdered sugar and the smell of freshly baked brownies. This wasn’t just mine and it wasn’t just the witch licking his lips in satisfaction beneath me.
I snapped my gaze up to Saros stroking his thick shaft in sinful twists from root to tip. I was desperate for him. To be filled by his cock, covered in his want, smothered by his desire and unable to think of anything else.
But I would respect his boundary around our gifts. Even so, I hated feeling like his participation was limited tonight.
“She’s worried about you,” Lynx said, his breath tickling my clit. I jolted to my knees, remembering the empath was still pinned by my thighs. Not that he seemed to have any complaints.
“Are you enjoying yourself?” I asked tentatively.
“Midnight, I could watch you fall apart and never tire of the sight,” he said, giving himself another long stroke, a shimmering bead brewing from the tip. I bit my lip, and his eyes zoomed to the movement. Slowly crawling forward, I looked up at him, replacing his hand with my own and licking up the salty prelude. He groaned.
“Lynx, can you feel everything he does if you use your gift? And can you share that with him?”
