Saros watched us, fists clenched at his sides. His cock somehow was more swollen than before, making me both desperate for and intimidated by the sheer size of him.
He would definitely be the largest man I’d ever been with, but Goddess above, was I up for the challenge.
“If it’s better to be on your own tonight, that’s also fine,” Saros said, the Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. I didn’t need to borrow Lynx’s gifts to know he was also nervous.
“That’s not why we did this for you,” Lynx whispered into the shell of my ear, his gaze pinned to Saros.
“I want this.” I leaned into his touch, drifting our fingers up and down my seam, keeping my eyes on the witch in front of us.
“You want our worship, Wicked?”
I nodded, unable to form words. Lynx scooped up one thigh, bracing my weight, spreading me open to Saros’s gaze. Blackness nearly eclipsed his evergreen. “Every part of you will be savored under the Moon Goddess’s perch until your magic is bubbling over before first light.”
The warm embrace of the coppery illumination beaming down on us tingled against my skin, reflecting its shimmer with a thousand glinting facets. Pressure welled behind my eyes at the realization of how much I missed this feeling, like being cradled by the Mother Goddess herself.
Asnapcame from near my bag, and a second later a stream of lube circled toward me, running along my center. Lynx grew harder, pressing against my back.
“Just a few housekeeping things to take care of while we warm up,” he said, nodding to Saros who was holding a remote. He stared where my fingers were, and when I looked down, I saw the black rose from earlier hovering over my clit.
“Can you explain your Desire?” Saros asked, brows knit in concentration, as if holding back from pressing the button in his hand and unleashing whatever wonders came with it. “When does the transference happen exactly?”
“I didn’t know the answer since I was a bit distracted when it happened,” Lynx clarified with a grin.
“My gift will only take from yours if you’re touching me when I finish.” I breathed out, eyes stuck to the rose, my Desire and my body both anxious for what came next.
“And how long does the effect last?”
“Anywhere from a few hours to a day,” I answered. “Is that what you’re worried about?”
“I’m not ready to burden you with my gift,” he replied.
“Okay.” I took a deep inhale before I spoke, trying not to sound as revved up as I was, though Lynx could probably tell anyway with his gift. “But couldn’t you still be with me as long as I don’t—”
“Midnight, when our bodies join together, I refuse anything less than experiencing your full pleasure while I’m deep inside of you.” Saros swallowed audibly, his eyes softening. “If I stay,thatcan’t happen. But if it’s not enough for you—”
“It’s more than enough,” I reassured him. Whatever he would give me, I’d savor every morsel.
His eyes traced to where Lynx still had me spread for him, spotlighted by the lunar halo pouring from above. Then he pushed a button on the remote.
The rose licked me generously in long and heavy strokes. I matched them, pumping back into myself, keeping my attention on Saros, wondering what he was thinking—if he woulddoanything. Lynx’s hand glided up and down the thigh he braced, focused over my shoulder on the black rose and my trembling body.
My legs shook, tension coiling deep in my belly as Lynx ensured my supporting leg didn’t give out. His cock was poking into my back, making me want to find a way to reach it, to make him abuzz with ecstasy like I was.
A kick of pressure jolted through the rose, and my hips bucked in response. My eyes widened, shooting to Saros.
Goddess above.
“You ready for him to touch you?” Lynx asked. “Just say the words, Wicked.”
Saros’s throat bobbed and the color drained from his knuckles wrapped around the remote.
“Yes,” I gasped, legs trembling, feeling like I’d crumble to the ground if Lynx didn’t keep hold of me. “Please, touch me, Saros.”
I needed him like I needed air. Another kick from the remote told me he felt it too.
Desire crackled under the surface, its particles saturated by the blessed beam radiating down on us. It slithered into the deepest parts of me, coiling up, waiting to strike.
“You heard her,” Lynx said to Saros. “Come and worship our goddess.”
