Page 115 of Of Witches and Queens


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She shivers. “I missed you in every way,” she whispers. “All of you. I don’t know who to touch first, who to kiss… It’s confusing me.”

“Don’t let confusion overtake you,” Sindri says. “We’ll find our way together.”

“I vote we move this to the fucking bed,” Emrys says. “Mattress. Whatever.”

“Yeah, it’s cold in here,” Jason says. “We need to warm up. Let’s start with that. Take it slow.”

“Demons don’t take it slow,” Emrys growls.

“Control yourself, man,” Sindri says. “Don’t scare her the second we get back together. Just…”

“You don’t scare me,” she says, twisting to place a hand on Emrys’ face. “God, you don’t know how I hurt watching you fall under her enchantment, one by one, forgetting me, forgetting yourselves.”

“Mia…” Emrys frowns.

“I felt I lost you. All of you. There was a moment I felt I was all alone in the world. That I had found happiness and it had escaped through my fingers. Like I’d failed you. Failed to save you. Failed to give you what you deserve.”

“That’s not true,” I say. “You always give us what we need. You are what we need. Nobody else will ever do but you.”

“Come.” Jason tugs us all toward the mattresses spread out on the floor. He releases us to go pull them together, forming a huge bed. “Enough standing around. I want us to pile up together.”

“Like puppies,” Emrys growls. “What else could you expect from a wolf?”

“Shut up, demon, and join us.” Jason grins, sitting down and patting the mattress next to him. “In fact… Let me give you some incentive.”

And he starts undressing.

We stare at him as he reaches behind his head and pulls his T-shirt off, revealing that ripped chest, then unbuttons his jeans and pushes them down his long legs. His white briefs sport a huge tent in the front, the shape of his hard cock perfectly outlined through it.

Then he pushes his briefs down, too, his cock jutting out, and okay, that’s damn hot.

He shivers, his small brown nipples tightening into hard points. “Come on, I need warming up. Are you going to let me die from frostbite?”

“Frostbite is not the same as hypothermia, idiot,” Sindri mutters, licking his lips, eyes going dark like the night.

“Good. I’d hate to lose any extremity, especially one that’s very prominent and hard right now.”

“We’ve noticed the one you mean,” I say, suddenly grinning, too.

Mia laughs and it’s a beautiful sound. “Shall we go rescue Jason’s extremities?”

“I think it’s urgent,” I say as we all move to the mattresses. “He may also need mouth-to-mouth.”

“Mouth to everything,” Jason breathes as we gather around him. “Come on, guys, let’s get started. Clothes off. Then we can undress our Queen. It’s time we did this together, for real.”

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