“She can handle anything,” Wes said. “She’s our good girl, our sweet little sin. You want it, don’t you?”
Marta sobbed and nodded. “Yes. Yes, I want it.”
“There ya go.” Wes trailed kisses down her thigh while I settled myself on the ground again, anticipation twisting in my gut. When our tongues met at her cunt, she rolled against the touch, and my mouth touched Wes’s, and the combination of the three of us turned the boil in my blood to an inferno. We alternated sucking and licking, battling for control of her pussy. Our tongues ricocheted across my cock, like the affection was focused on me instead of her, but fuck, that made it even hotter.
Eating her out with my brother was the most erotic thing I’d ever done. He stuck a finger inside her first, his fist bumping my chin. Not to be outdone, I put my hand under his and fucked her with my fingers, too. We worked in sync, sliding in and out and in and out together, massaging her, working her into a delirium.
“Fuck, I’m close,” she said. “I’m so close. Just like that.”
Wes and I sucked her together, smashing our faces to get more of her. Always more. I spread her open wider, pushing her knee out to the side so there would be room. But that didn’t help. We worshipped her, our witch, the tension growing inside her. It pulsed out of her, into me, and out of me into Wes before going back into her. It rebounded between the three of us, going on and on until she finally broke.
She came with such a force that it coated our faces and hands, drenching us in her orgasm. I came again, my cock shuddering through the third climax with an exhausted sigh, spilling myself into the grass while I finished her off, lapping and swallowing everything she gave us.
“No more,” she said with a hoarse throat, pushing our heads away. “No more. Please.”
I rolled off to my side and stared at the starlit sky, panting down the excitement of the ritual, knowing I could go again. This indestructible need inside me hadn’t been satisfied by what we’d done, and I wondered what it would take to make it go away.
Would it ever go away?
Or had we just kicked open a bees’ nest that would drag us down into its stinging hell?
CHAPTER 16
Wesson
Words couldn’t describe what happened to us out there in the woods. Once the blood bond had been sealed, I couldn’t stop myself from taking them. Over and over and over again. Atlas wasn’t the only one who came while going down on Marta. I was nearly spitting dust by the end of it.
When we could finally breathe, we cleaned ourselves up as best as we could. Marta reopened the circle while we gathered our supplies. And then we went back to the estate.
It was tempting to return to my room alone, but after what we’d done together, it didn’t seem right. I was still riding the high of magic and endorphins, soaring through bliss like I had a first-class ticket. Thankfully, both Atlas and Marta were thinking the same thing. She grabbed our hands and guided us to her room, taking us to the bathroom with no argument from either my brother or me. When I glanced in the mirror, I wasn’t even startled to find gleaming crimson eyes staring back at me. Atlas and Marta were still sporting the same thing, too. We shared a shower, laughing as we took turns scrubbing the dirt, blood, and sex from each other’s skin.
“I still feel high,” Atlas said while he dried himself off. “I’m fucking giddy.”
Marta hummed her agreement. “That’s the magic. It’ll wear off eventually.”
“What if I don’t want it to?” Atlas raised his eyebrows as she giggled and pushed up onto her toes to kiss him.
“It’ll still be there in the morning,” Marta said, walking her cute little ass into her bedroom to leave my brother and me in the bathroom alone.
“That was the best fucking sex I’ve ever had,” he admitted. “And we didn’t even fuck her.”
“It looked like you were fucking her pretty good with your face,” I said, shivering as the image of his head between her thighs floated to the top of my mind.
Atlas was certainly more experienced in this department than I was, but even with my limited encounters, nothing had ever topped the energy we created together tonight. Was it because of the magic? Was it because of Marta and Atlas? Or was it something else, something more sinister than we could have anticipated?
I didn’t know, and with the lingering effects of the ritual tingling through my veins, I didn’t care. I kissed Atlas and followed Marta out to the room, swatting her ass playfully as she crawled into bed naked. I walked around to the other side and scooted in next to her, sighing in contentment as the smell of her sweet aroma plumed around me. I grabbed her waist and dragged her closer, tucking her ass against my pelvis, which got my cock’s attention. It reluctantly jerked at the contact as if asking to go again, both exhilarated and annoyed that the answer might be yes.
Marta giggled and teased me by rubbing the soft swell over my dick again, which made me bite her shoulder in response.
“Careful, sweet girl,” I said. “Brats who tease get spanked.”
“Hmm.” She settled in against my chest and hummed. “Any other time, I’d be on board with that. But I’m too tired. You both wrung me out.”
I glanced over her shoulder to see Atlas standing at the edge of the bed, his hands on his hips, seemingly unsure about whether he should climb in on the other side of her.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“Nothing, I just…” He rubbed a hand over the back of his head.
