Without another word, Lynx came over and kissed me deeply before doing the same to Saros, which did things to me all on its own. Then Lynx laid me down on the blanket and settled himself between my thighs, lifting my hips up. I steadied myself on my feet, using my heels to pull him closer until his cock eased into me.
I looked down, spotting a few droplets leaking from the pointed tips of my nipples. Taking a deep breath, I reminded myself this was normal; they didn’t care.
“Oh, Wicked. You make the most beautiful mess,” Lynx said, driving into me.
Saros’s gaze went to my chest, then down to Lynx plunging in and out of my body. I reached out, grabbing his cock and stroking it.
“Goddess,” they heaved in unison, feeling each other’s pleasure. I watched the lust dance in waves of hot pink, a few paler hues mixed in. Lynx’s thumb strummed my clit, and they let out a hiss. My body and fist clenched around them, pulsating with the euphoria flooding me. I was so Goddess-damned close, but I gritted my teeth against that delicate edge and gripped Saros tightly in my hand, feverishly working his cock until ropes of shimmering white shot from his tip, painting my chest and belly.
“W-wicked,” I rasped, letting go of him. Desire swam to where his release touched my skin, the coppery glow of the orb above us making it glisten. He continued to stroke himself until every last drop had fallen onto me. I swiped a finger through it, bringing it to my lips and letting out a contented sigh.
“So. Fucking. Hot,” Lynx hissed, still pumping into me a few times. Then he pulled out, running his hand along my chest and stomach, scooping up Saros’s cum and pushing it into me with his fingers.
“Told you we loved you messy,” he said, sheathing himself in me once again. “We’re going to make sure the Moon Goddess sees you overflowing withus.”
Holy wet and wild…
My whole body heated, tingling in response. My Desire pulsed under the moonlight, as if the Goddess herself approved.
Not that I needed her approval. Tonight,Iwas their goddess, and I would take every ounce of their sinful worship.
“Harder,” I demanded, needing this release and the fill of him pistoning into me. Never wanting it to end but greedy for my orgasm, nonetheless.
“You can do better than that,” Saros mocked breathlessly. Lynx, still feeding his partner the pleasure of every thrust as he fucked me, picked up the intensity.
I bucked my hips when something latched onto my clit. Looking down, I spotted the rose pulsing, sending shockwaves through my core. Saros sported a devilish grin, his fingers wrapped around its remote.
Another push of the button on it had me screaming loud enough to scare off any banshees wandering these pines.
“Keep doing that,” Lynx encouraged. “Wicked is gonna be the loudest thing in these woods tonight.”
“Yes, she is,” Saros agreed with a dark chuckle.
I didn’t know if I loved or hated this demonic side of him. When the pressure came in pulsing waves, making my legs kick out, the answer was clear.
Loved. Fucking loved.
My body felt like it could float right up to the moon, every inch of me soaking up its magic. I buzzed with its energy, letting myself fall slack as Lynx hissed, spilling his liquid lust into me.
When Lynx pulled himself out, Saros scooped me into his arms, laying me on my side to face him, kissing me slowly, exploringly, like he wanted to learn all my secrets directly from my lips. His shaft rested against my belly, ramrod straight and wanting. Reaching down to his lap, I began to stroke him lazily, letting my Desire drive my movements. He groaned, hips pressed into me. My body was numbed in blissed-out ecstasy, but I was still so desperate for these witches. I wanted to wring every last drop of pleasure from them both.
Lynx nuzzled up behind me, trailing gentle kisses along my shoulders. Minutes later, he lifted up one of my legs, settling back into me with slow, languid thrusts.
Nestled between them and blanketed in the full moon’s glow, my magic overflowed—having never felt more cherished and wanted for just existing as my perfectly messy self.
Chapter29
Oakley
Three days later, at four in the morning, my phonepinged. I reached over Aspen who was in the bed next to me, half asleep while finishing his early breakfast.
Saros
Outside. Didn’t want to wake Aspen.
Go ahead and knock. Hazel should get the door.
She’d already know they were coming anyway.
