I shrugged on the chunky-knit cardigan over my lace bralette and matching briefs before descending the stairs, clasping the smooth opalescent crystal glowing between my breasts, nerves and Desire fluttering low in my belly.
When I opened the door to the backyard, fairy lights twinkled in the air, framing the moonlit picnic spread. Most of the treats were the usual stuff Atlas and I would put together, with a few very perfect new additions: pumpkin cream cheese muffins and cups of dirt on trays set on a small table next to the large blanket. As the guys noticed me watching them finish setting up, they turned, drinking me in with their collective gaze.
“We’re glad you liked your gift,” Atlas said, glowing red irises aimed at the stone. It’d been an offering the night of our vow ceremony, a question—ahope—from the three of them.
Moonstones were believed to have hormonal balancing properties, making them ideal for dealing with menstrual symptoms, but they also helped boost fertility, at least with the right enchantments attached. While having another witchling seemed terrifying, impossible to even wrap my head around, if we’d been taught anything from our time together the last few months, it was that life was short. We didn’t want to waste a single minute of it.
I walked over to my husbands, getting down on my knees and crawling between them to give each a lingering kiss. Hands drifted along my spine and sides. I had no clue who they belonged to, but I didn’t really care.
“I’m ready to savor my witch,” Atlas said as soon as my lips left his. He sat back and dragged me into his lap, brushing my auburn tresses away from my neck and running his nose up the column of my throat. I sucked in a breath, waiting. Then he pulled down the sweater so my shoulders were exposed.
“Help our wife relax before I sink my teeth into her,” he instructed Lynx and Saros.
Both shirtless, I admired the muscled panes of their chests bathed in moonlight as they moved closer to me. Nudging my legs apart, they slipped between them, peeling off my panties. I rested my legs on their shoulders while they took turns licking up my slit, swirling their tongues along my clit. Every so often they would kiss, sharing my taste before the other would dive back in.
Melting into Atlas behind me, he pressed his lips to the sensitive skin where my neck and shoulder met. I held my breath, eagerly anticipating the sting of his fangs sinking into my flesh. The momentary pain quickly subsided, though, replaced by intense pleasure that rushed through my bloodstream like molten lava, consuming me in its fiery haze.
Vampire venom.
The full moon affected all supernaturals, and for vampires, the subtle fang-fever we felt when we were fed upon amplified. It was part of how Atlas would recharge tonight, our vitality as his tethers strengthening him.
“She tastes incredible, doesn’t she?”Atlas asked through our connection, cutting through the whimper slipping past my lips.
“So. Fucking. Good,”Lynx agreed, continuing to devour me.
Saros shifted onto his heels and then removed his pants. My eyes locked on the bead of precum leaking from his tip.
“She better be drenched,” he called over to Lynx, stroking himself.
Goddess, he was so perfectly thick.I often had to remind myself I’d taken moonlit rides on him before.
I moaned aloud, unsure where to look, who to touch, still getting used to experiencing so many sensations at once. Rough grips and gentle grazes. Kisses peppering my skin, a tongue snaking up my thigh, teeth and sucking pulses at my throat. Muscles pressed into me along with long, hard body parts that had me salivating.
“Holy shit.” My Desire danced through me, eager to replenish under the golden moon.
“Oh, there’s nothing holy about what we are doing with you tonight.”Atlas chuckled darkly, then retracted his fangs, lapping up where he’d been draining me above my collarbone.
Desire chased after Atlas’s fang-fever flooding my veins. My body shook, hips bucking wildly as stars exploded in my vision. I cried out, and pink and magenta swirls painted the air, love and lust surrounding us while Lynx’s Empathy flowed into me.
My magic tingled along my skin as it began to recharge from the Moon Goddess’s luminous blessings.
Atlas nudged my torso forward, and I ripped off my sweater before folding onto all fours, unhooking my bra and letting it fall to the ground. Then I swished my hips in taunt until he gripped them tightly. However, instead of lining himself up with my entrance, his tongue dove into my folds. It moved in delicious patterns, swirling around my clit.
“Goddess above, you taste like Heaven and Hell all rolled into one,”he said through the link.“I could spend eternity between these thighs.”
I arched for him in response, and the tip of his fang hit the sensitive bud I hissed in surprise—until his venom swelled within it, rushing to my center. My hips jerked against Atlas’s face as I erupted, screaming through another orgasm.
“Oh, that’sinteresting.” Saros chuckled darkly, hand gripping his shaft.
The fog of pink and magenta disappeared around me, Lynx’s gift replaced by Atlas’s Illusion.
“That’s our good witch,” Lynx praised, undoing his belt and pulling down his jeans until he was beautifully skyclad along with Saros and me. The two of them stood next to each other, grinning like a pair of hungry wolves. “Show us some of your tricks, Wicked. Maybe we’ll give you a treat.”
“Maybe?” I asked, playing coy before flicking my finger to send some Desire at them. They doubled over, glittering beads dripping from their tips, making me salivate. “I think you meant definitely.”
Saros shook his head. “Goddess, Midnight, warn a witch, would you?”
I shrugged as Atlas finished undressing behind me, the crisp breeze hitting my body that was desperate to be filled. A firm hand held my waist before the length of him rubbed up and down my slit. I pushed on my hands, baring myself more to him, ready for this—for us all to be together for the first time under the full moon.
