Goddess above, if this was alittlemagic for her, then I would probably combust if she ever used more on me.
“Well, fuck.” I summoned every ounce of control so I wouldn’t just rip down my zipper. The discomfort was unreal. My pulse and erection both throbbed with anticipation. From the grumbled curses coming from Saros, I was certain it was doing the same to him. “Once we get thisup and running—pun totally intended—couples are going to go feral over these talismans.”
Oakley smiled, pride blooming like a vibrant flower surrounding her.
“What do we do now?” Saros asked, his tone a bit breathless.
“You’ll see.” If we couldn’t be with our witch in the pines, we would give her everything we could from two hundred fifty miles away. “We need a guinea pig to test it out and I’ve nominated you. Saros, why don’t you lose the shirt and pants?”
He glared, hesitating a moment before I nodded toward the screen that gave a clear shot of the bed.
“Go ahead and get yourself ready, Wicked,” I told her, turning my attention to Saros.
“What the hell is happening?” he asked, gaze snapping down to his lap.
I flashed a devilish smirk, then tugged my zipper down and nodded to him. “You in?”
Eyeing me curiously, he followed, stripping off his pants. “Obviously, I just wish I knew what I was in for.”
“What would be the fun in that?”
Now, I wasn’t lacking by any means. But Saros? He had a thick-ass python tucked in his trousers. The moment he unleashed it, I was salivating.
“Holy shit,” Saros groaned, staring in equal parts impressive awe and terror at himself. The veins on his shaft were aggravated, clear lust already beading at the tip. His eyes drifted up to Oakley, who slowly removed her robe and dropped it to the floor. She made her way to the bed, positioning her phone on her nightstand. “What kind of magic is this?”
“Tell Saros how it works, Wicked.”
“So the crystals are imbued with an aphrodisiac charm I performed,” Oakley explained, finally moving her hand away from the camera. She was naked, her soft curves begging to be touched.
Fucking perfection.
“It’s strong,” Saros gritted out, watching her trail her hand down her thigh. His fist stayed clenched at his side, as if waiting for instruction, not wanting to break any rules. Sweet, mouthwatering lust filled the air, the decadent aroma sending a bolt of need through my body.
“Our witch is strong with all her power replenished, aren’t you, Wicked?” Saros might have the self-control of a priest, but I was eager to worship her in the most sinful ways. My fingers itched, tension spinning down my spine. I palmed my cock, giving it a few long strokes. Oakley bit her lip. Her knees were still tucked together, but I’d have her glistening and spread for us soon enough. “Just wait until we recharge with you on the next full moon.”
“Will you be here?” Her voice was cautious. Nervous.
“We don’t—”
“We’re gonna do everything in our powers not to miss it,” I said, cutting Saros off. “Aren’t we?”
He nodded in silent agreement, keeping his mouth screwed shut. His clenched fists now clutched his thighs, that prior restraint waning.
“Why don’t you finish telling him about the talismans, Wicked?”
“Right. So, they are connected, carved from the same crystal and then enchanted by the same spell. Lynx is testing the final aspect of my design. I needed his gift to make it possible for the wearer to be able to experience everything their partner, or partners, are feeling. It won’t work on mine since I don’t have Lynx’s magic embedded in this quartz, but it should work on yours if he got it right.”
“Oh, I have a good feeling about this,” I said, continuing to stroke myself slowly. “Did you grab anything out from your treasure box?”
“I did.” Her eyes dropped to something next to her, pink brightening her freckled checks.
“Show us,” I encouraged.
She lifted a long, partially translucent navy dildo with gold glitter flecked through its veins. It was thick, complete with a small, bulbous nub strategically placed near the base. It looked about my size, so in my mind, I’d be the one fucking her tonight.
Hell yeah.
“Don’t be shy.” I nodded to her, licking my lips as she spread her thighs wide for us. The camera was at the perfect height to see every inch of her wet, pink pussy. Saros sucked in a breath next to me, watching. She rubbed some lube up and down her slit before sliding two fingers in and her gaze drifted from between us.
