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Ash has most of my attention, though, the fat head of his cock filling my mouth, his taste and scent filling my senses, the expanse of his muscled body before me like a country I long to explore, all dips and flat valleys, ridges and delicious lines, but there’s a power I possess I never realized before. I mean, when Jason covered me with his body and rubbed against me, when I touched Emrys’s cock, when they sank inside me, looking at me with hunger in their gaze, I felt it, but this, doing this to Ashton is so much stronger. His body arches with every pull of my mouth on his hard-on, his hand threading in my hair, tugging, unintelligible syllables falling from his lips, from between his gritting teeth, as his cock swells in my mouth, spilling more wetness.
All of them are panting now, and I can see they are hard. Emrys has his hand between his legs, and now I see that Jason and Sindri are following suit.
I need them. I need release. But all my attention comes back to what I’m doing when Ash grunts a curse and jackknives up on the bed, salt and spice spilling inside my mouth as he comes, his fingers tightening in my hair to the point of pain.
“Mia,” he whispers, his voice catching on a moan when I suck one last time and swallow—because Ophelia told me I should if I ever did this and because he seems to like it so much—“oh fuck, Mia…”
Emrys groans softly, his hand still moving frantically inside his pants, head bowed. Jason hisses, his hand stilling. Sindri shudders.
“I think you… fixed the leak,” Jason says, a little unsteadily.
Sindri snorts.
Ashton rolls his head on the pillow, his chest rising and falling with shallow breaths. “I have died,” he pants, “and gone to heaven.”
“You don’t believe in heaven,” Emrys says.
“Yeah, a pity.”
“It was more like one of the best circles of hell,” Emrys goes on. “The one with the debauchery.”
“Hell is nice, then. Who knew?”
Releasing him, I sit back on my heels, wipe my mouth with the back of my hand. My breasts feel heavy, my nipples hard and achy, and I ache fiercely between my legs. I reach down between them, needing to ease the pressure there.
A hand grabs mine, lifts it, and I glance up to find Ashton sitting and looking bright-eyed and flushed and fine.
More than fine. He looks beautiful, his gray eyes dark with lust. “Mia,” he whispers.
“I need—”
“I know what you need.” He hauls me on his lap and I squeak, caught by surprise at the suddenness of the move, the ease with which he lifts me and drags me against his chest.
Then his hand is between my legs, in my panties, and I moan, clinging to him. His mouth fastens on mine, stealing the sound, and his tongue flicks against my lips, dives between them to dance against mine—just as his clever hand parts my folds and dips into me.
Only a little, a flicker of sensation, in and out, in and out, sparkling into my belly, sending a pulse through me, and another, until I’m gasping and kissing him back with all I have, my hips rocking, riding his finger, taking it deeper.
Then his thumb flicks against my clit and I shout in his mouth, shuddering with the wave of pleasure that slams into me, sweeping me away. My nails dig into his shoulders as I hold on before I drown, holding on for dear life as my entire body clenches and shakes.
And he’s still kissing me, groaning against my lips, his finger stroking me deep inside, making me shiver and whimper.
Then he pulls his finger out, pulls the strip of my panties aside, and guides his cock into me, making me cry out at the sensation. It pushes into me and we both groan. I’m so wet it slides inside and then I’m coming again, shaking, and Ashton curses, heat spilling inside of me. We rock together frantically, riding the waves of our release, holding on to each other.
As our movements come to a stop, as the pleasure ebbs, the sounds return.
“Hot damn,” Jason mutters, and I hide my face in Ashton’s neck because God, I’d forgotten for a moment that they were there, too.
Does the embarrassment ever wear off? They’ve already watched me come a number of times. Heck, theymademe come a number of times, though not always together.
“Lucky vampire,” Sindri says, getting off the bed and stretching his arms over his head. “Nice when cures are so pleasurable.”
“I…” Ashton suddenly jerks as if he’s been shot. “I’m not lucky. Fuck…”
“What do you mean?” I whisper, lifting my head. He’s not making any sense. “Ash?”
“Yeah, what happened out there?” Emrys stands up, too, tucking himself inside his pants. “Why did we find you half-turned into a beast and leaking magic all over the place?”
“It’s my little brother,” Ashton breathes and his hold on me tightens even as he gently pulls out of me. “Tobias. I got the news…”
