Atlas wrapped my hair around his fist, tugging my head back, edging himself into me a few inches. “I’m taking you first. Then you’ll take them together.”
I nodded eagerly, pressing into him. He groaned, filling me to the hilt, pausing to let my body adjust around his length. I swirled my hips, our bodies doing an intoxicating tango. He led, setting the pace, one hand pulling my hair, the other clutching my waist.
Saros reached out, dragging Lynx to him, crashing their mouths together. More Desire sifted out from my fingers toward them. Lynx’s hand trailed down Saros’s chest, taking his thick shaft roughly in his palm and moving in brutal, possessive strokes, matching Atlas’s thrusts in and out of me. Saros groaned, leaning into the touch.
My gaze shot skyward, wondering if the Goddess was looking down on us right now. It felt as if she must be, for me to be so lucky.
“What do you want?” Atlas whispered from behind me. Picturing it in my mind, I released his magic, and he hummed approvingly. “Come here and give our greedy witch something to taste while I fill her up.”
“Happy to oblige.” Lynx strode forward, the thick crimson crown of his cock slick with want. “Ready to use that wicked mouth?”
My lips parted, savoring as he slipped between them. Taking a hand, I encircled his length sucking in time with the thrusts filling me from both sides. A zing of Lynx’s lust hit my tongue, and I sent more Desire through my hand wrapped around him, lapping up every drop.
“So fucking sexy with the two of us,” Atlas heaved out between each deep drive of his hips.
“I bet Midnight looks even sexier with all three,” Saros said, his baritone carrying over from my side. He wrapped his hand around mine, taking it off of Lynx and guiding it to his cock. Rubbing the slippery tip, I used his precum to coat it.
The feel of them all around me, the moon beaming on us, recharging our gifts as we writhed together… It was almost too much to handle, but I wanted nothing more.
My entire body clenched, enveloped in delicious, messy pleasure. Warmth shot into my center, Atlas growling out curses, unleashing inside of me. He pumped with relentless fervor until he went slack against my back, hand trailing up and down the outside of my thigh.
“Goddess, you’re perfect, Oakley,” he said, kissing my shoulder.
I was trembling, another orgasm was cresting. Stroking Lynx with my hand, I slipped him from my lips, catching my breath. “I-I need more.”
Pushing back, I rubbed against Atlas, seeking friction. Release. “Greedy witch, as much as I’d love to fuck you again, I’m trying to learn how to be better about sharing.”
Lynx ran his palm gently along my cheek, sienna irises drenched with lust. “Ride me, Wicked?”
He stretched out on the blanket, the moonlight caressing every inch of his muscular body. The outline of his length cast in lunar light reminded me of the first time I’d seen him, silhouetted in the windowsill. And now, there were no walls or cul-de-sac between us. He was mine.
I crawled over, straddling him, enjoying the sensation of Atlas’s cum leaking down my thighs. Then I sank onto Lynx in a smooth motion, so wet from the pooled pleasure within me. I lifted myself up until he was nearly out of me, then lowered until nothing separated us, swirling my hips. He groaned, his hands gripping my hips, supporting my waist with each rise and fall of my body.
He traced large circles on my back before pulling me flush with his chest.
“Ready, Midnight?” Saros’s whisper licked up my spine in salacious invitation. I nodded, unsure if I was really ready thinking about his size. He slipped a hand along my ass, lubing the tight ring of muscle there.
My breath hitched.
“We’ve got you,” Lynx reassured me, reminding me that he had the inside look at every excited and nervous emotion flitting within me. “May I use my gift… to help?”
I nodded, and he crushed me against him, warmth flooding from his chest into mine. Calm washed through me like water lapping at the shore. Then, his lust rippled across my skin, my Desire eager to continue recharging my magic. Saros’s cock notched at my back entrance, and as soon as he breached the tight ring, my body felt overwhelmingly full.
“Oh Goddess,” I whimpered, clenching around them.
“Midnight, if you stay this tight, I’m not even going to make it halfway into you before I come,” Saros gritted out.
“Relax and swallow their cocks like a good witch,” Atlas demanded, kneeling next to me. He kissed along my shoulder, up my neck, and then tangled his tongue with mine in a deep, bruising kiss that left my lips swollen and wanting.
“Goddess above...” Lynx’s eyes were glued to the three of us, his lust now crashing through me in molten waves.
The two witches moved slowly in and out of me, my body adjusting to the give and take as we rocked together. I was so full, it didn’t take much to make the sensations intense, my skin tingling in the moonlight, continuing to recharge my magic.
Lynx lifted his hand up to Atlas, who grabbed his wrist, thumbing over the vow mark there before sinking his fangs into it. The witches inside me increased their rhythm, the fang-fever overtaking Lynx and spurring Saros on.
Atlas continued drinking from Lynx a few minutes before moving to Saros. The newblood’s length was steel, and I licked my lips, opening my mouth until he repositioned himself, his velvety skin smooth against my tongue. His fingers threaded through my hair, pelvis hitching forward while the other two continued to rock into me in perfectly timed thrusts.
Tears rimmed my eyes, pressure coiling deep below my belly.
