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Jason and Ashton move away as Sindri gently withdraws his fingers, hauls me against him, pushes my panties down and shoves his cock into me. His mouth captures mine as I cry out, his tongue slipping between my lips, licking and stroking and intensifying the sensations firing through my body. His cock is still half-buried in me. He pulls on my legs so they’re folded at his sides, and rocks his hips, shoving himself deeper.
I taste his groan of pleasure, feel him shudder. I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him back with all I have, the feel of his hard cock so deep inside me driving me crazy. I rock and we both gasp as I slide up and down that thick column of flesh. His eyes have fallen closed and I close mine, too, giving myself over to sensation. It’s fast and frantic, desperate. He’s rocking his hips up, I’m grinding down, needing to feel every hard inch of him, and I won’t last, I know it, it’s already starting, that delicious clench inside.
I sob against his mouth as I come, clenching hard around his cock, and he’s groaning, his cock jerking, so hot, so perfect. His magic winds around me, currents of air and whispered words, gales, and whirlwinds.
He’s the storm and I’m caught in it, we’re twined together, holding on to each other, our magic linked and bound.
“Mia,” Sindri breathes as I lean back to look at his face. His eyes are dazed. “Arawn…”
Arms slip around my waist from behind and I’m pulled against a hard chest. I feel water and waves as Ashton kisses my neck, his hands finding my breasts, my nipples, toying with them, pinching them, then circling them, rekindling the fire in me. I barely feel Sindri’s spent cock slipping out of me.
But I do feel it when it’s replaced by Ashton’s fully aroused one. I whimper as I’m impaled on him, as he pushes into me in one smooth thrust, filling me up completely. His mouth is still on my neck, his fangs out and tracing patterns on my skin, his hands still playing with my breasts—and then he starts to thrust, fucking me hard, and I’m swept on the tide he brings with him.
His magic is liquid, rivers and seas, and it’s about to wash through me, wash me away. He’s everywhere, underneath me, around me, inside of me. God, his cock seems to swell bigger in me, and I moan as I start to come, helpless to stop it, rocking with him.
Then his fangs sink into my neck and I scream, the pleasure doubling, tripling as he stiffens, spilling inside of me, his strong body trembling. Our magic blends, swirls together, forming eddies, our colors mixing.
He licks at my neck and holds me tight, breathing hard.
Jason is kneeling beside us, one hand on the mattress for support, with the other working his stiff cock in slow, lazy strokes. His eyes are heavy-lidded.
“My turn,” he says. “Let me show you how wolves fuck.” He looks nothing like a wolf, I think, just a beautiful boy—until yellow bleeds into his eyes and his grin turns a little wolfish.
It makes him even more beautiful somehow. Sharper, harder. Sexier.
He lets go of his cock and reaches for me. I let him drag me off Ashton’s cock, hissing a little at the sensation of his still semi-hard cock slipping out of me. I’m dripping, and nobody seems to mind. Dripping cum all over them. Jason pulls me on his lap and places the head of his cock against my pussy, then drags it back and forth over my clit, making me groan.
“Like that?” he whispers and I nod.
“Yeah.”
“I want you to ride me,” he says. “God damn, been dreaming of it for ages now.”
“How?”
“Like this.” He lies on his back and tugs on me to shift higher up. Grabbing one side of my panties, he tears and pulls the lace off me. Then he reaches up to take off my bra, letting my breasts spill out. “Hot damn,” he breathes. “Girl, you are the Queen of my fantasies, that’s for sure.”
It makes me smile.
Then his hands are on my breasts and I lose my breath again. He plays with them, squeezing them, brushing his thumbs over my nipples, and I squirm, getting hot and aroused all over again. It’s hard not to want this boy, lying there underneath me, all yummy muscles and tousled blond hair, eyes like fresh leaves, and a grin that turns me into a puddle of goo.
His hands slide down my waist to my hips, then lower, lifting me up easily, his cock prodding at my entrance. I gasp when he breaches me, slowly, so slowly, the broad head of his cock splitting me up, pushing into me.
It’s big, and feels so much bigger from his angle. A bit uncomfortable. I squirm again as he pushes deeper.
He stops, his hands like vises on my hips. He seems to be thinking—though how that can happen when he’s half inside of me, I don’t know. I can’t think past the feel of him, too big, too hard—
“Boys,” Jason says. “I want her dripping wet, out of control. Give her a little show, will you?”
I blink. “What?”
He grins again and oh boy, those dimples. And oh God, his cock, still so big. He lets me sink a bit more on it and I shudder.
“Let me show you how demons do it,” Emrys says, a hint of laughter in his voice, and appears in my line of vision, naked and aroused, dangerously beautiful, all tattoos and piercings and attitude. He’s dragging Sindri by the arm, pulling him by his side. Ashton follows on all fours, settling beside him. His shoulders are shaking with laughter.
What are they up to—and why now, I just can’t—
