Chuckling at our near mishap, she bit her lip as I stared up at her, drinking in her glow in the full moon’s embrace. The tumble of her autumn hair moving with the crisp breeze, the sprinkle of tiny freckles peppering her flushed cheeks.
Absolute perfection.
She crooked her pointer finger under my chin, then guided me to stand.
When I did, she tugged down the waist of my jeans until my cock sprung free, a bead of precum already seeping from its tip. Pressing her palm into my chest, she pushed me so I staggered backward, my ass hitting the cushion of our love seat floating a few feet above the porch. I scooted until I was flush against the backrest.
Grabbing the exposed bar across the top of the swing’s woven netting, she straddled me, her knees on either side of my thighs. She positioned herself with my cock beneath her center, holding on to the bar for support. Instead of lining up with her, though, I gripped around her waist, dragging her up and down my length, coating myself in her lust, making sure to hit her sensitive nerves until she was quivering in my clutches.
“Don’t stop,” she moaned, writhing along my cock, building friction the way her body wanted. While images flared in and out of her mind, sensual and intimate with some familiar and unfamiliar faces, I kept my physical body linked to hers, grounding myself in this moment.
This was my last first time with someone—there would never be another for me—and I wanted to savor it.
Most people were lucky to have one great love of their life. I had two.
And apparently also a vampire I was bonded to for eternity.
“Use me. I want you soaked,” I whispered in her ear. “I know enough to know I’m your biggest.” While watching the witch you love with her past lovers wasn’t ideal, it had been an ego boost in that respect.
Our bodies writhed together in an intoxicating rhythm. Gripping the bar with one hand, Oakley sent some of her Desire into my lap with the other, lining my tip up with her entrance. I braced her waist, guiding her slowly. Her breath hitched when she’d lowered about halfway, and I kissed her feverishly. I groaned as I filled her. She was so fucking tight. “Feel that? Every inch is yours.”
She whimpered while I nipped along her neck. Then I lifted her up slightly before watching her sink onto my shaft.
I tapped the love seat, and it began to gently sway, each push forward carrying us to the slip of coppery moonlight.
My jaw stayed clenched until her muscles relaxed around me, then I eased her lower and lower. I brought my hands to her hips and assisted her up and down while she braced herself with the bar overhead, kissing the beautiful dip between her breasts and along her sternum.
Tapping the swing again, it swayed a little faster, while Oakley continued to slide up and down, tight and wet. Warm and perfect. “Watch how wickedly you swallow my cock, Midnight.”
Her eyes lit up, a vision of Lynx playing at her mind, the two of them on the hood of her car. There was no jealousy filling my veins, though, just my replenishing magic. They were so damn sexy together, everything I could ever fucking ask for as his hips drove in and out of her. “You want Lynx to watch me fuck you?”
She didn’t say anything but kept riding me, as if she were too nervous to answer.
“Tell me.”
She bit her lip. “I want them both to watch. See how good I take you.”
“Good would be an understatement,” I agreed, lifting my hips a bit, making her breath catch.
She paused there, flush with my lap, cradling me in her body as deep as I could go.
“But right now, I just want you, Saros,” she rasped. “Just you and me.”
“It’s you and me, Midnight,” I whispered, sliding my hands up her back and pulling her closer to me so I could kiss the twin marks on her neck. Oakley moaned.
“I’m taking you here,” I said, pressing my hips up into her again and hearing her moan against my cheek. I thumbed along her bottom lip. “Then I’m going to take you here.” I slipped my other hand down her ass, hovering over the tight ring of muscle. “And finally, I’ll take you there so you’re ready for us all to fill you the next full moon.”
She whimpered in response, seemingly intrigued by that idea.
I knew I fucking was.
Tapping the swing one more time, I amped up its pace, driving my hips into her each time she lowered herself onto my cock. She clutched the bar, knuckles pale, body beginning to quake.
I strummed her clit in quick, dulcet pulses, her eyes rolling back in her head. Then she shut them, lips parting to whisper my name like a sacred chant. “Saros, Saros… Saros.”
“Open your eyes,” I said, pausing until those beautiful chestnut irises met mine. She was so close, and I didn’t want to miss a moment, needing to etch this into my memory.
Her breathing was frantic, panting as she continued to ride me, to grind into my stroking fingers, the swing moving us both. “I-I’m about to co—”
