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I pull my gaze away from Damien to look up to the front seat. “An emergency?”
“Yeah, we’ll explain that there was a beautiful witch who needed to be fucked so hard she’d forget how to ride her broom.”
Damien squeezes me against him, his hand wrapping around my middle. “Not quite. This witch is going to be ridinga lotof brooms tonight.”
CHAPTERTHIRTEEN
We don’t make it any farther than the living room. The four men surround me right in the middle of the floor, all of them taking a hand in removing my clothes.
Xander kneels to help me step out of my shoes. Jack slowly peels down my stockings, his mouth laying kisses in their wake. Damien lifts my dress over my head, and Victor uses his teeth—yes, his teeth!—to take off my panties.
I’m so wet, I’m honestly shocked it’s not running down my legs.
“Damn, Sabrina. I mean, I always knew—but damn!” It’s Victor commenting, but all of them are admiring my naked body with the same expression.
Then they descend on me—hands, mouths, lips, teeth—touching, stroking, pinching, tasting, exploring—and it’s all so much more than I could have ever imagined. When they brought up sharing, maybe I thought they intended to take turns with me, and while that would have been perfectly fine, and even more than fine, this is next level.
This is many levelsabovenext level.
When I’m filled with so much lust and longing that I can barely stand, Xander carries me off to his bedroom, and the rest of the men follow.
I had lofty goals of taking their clothes off right away, but so far I’m the only one who’s naked, because they’ve been too busy worshiping my body.
So I’m about to get down and dirty with a vampire, a skeleton, a mad scientist, and a demon. They’ve shed some of their accessories since we left the club, but they’re still in face paint and costume clothing.
It’s the best Halloween ever, though it feels more like Christmas, or maybe like all of the holidays rolled into one, because all of my dreams are coming true.
Xander sets me on the edge of the bed, kneels at my feet, spreads my knees apart, and buries his head between my legs, making me gasp and then moan as I fall back on the mattress.
I’ve been teetering on the edge ever since they took my clothes off, but couldn’t quite let go while I was standing up.
Now it just takes a few long strokes of Xander’s tongue, and I’m falling to pieces, crying out his name while forgetting my own.
Why are all of them so good at making me come? I’ve been with a few other men, and none of them ever elicited a response from me like these four do.
Maybe it’s because I’ve wanted them for so long, though they had this effect on me at the club, before I even knew who they were. Maybe it’s because they know me so well, though they weren’t intimately acquainted with my body. Not until tonight.
Xander keeps licking, and keeps me coming for a long time, and then he seems to know just when to ease off, when the sensations become too much.
He strokes a finger across my middle, just above my pussy. “God, I want to be inside you, Sabby.” He sounds desperate and tortured.
I nod eagerly. “I want that, too.” I’ve never wanted anything more.
He opens his pants—the cape is long gone—and pushes them off of his hips, revealing the fact that he isn’t wearing underwear. His cock springs out, already semi hard, long and thick.
My inner muscles clench, and I’m fixated as he unrolls a condom onto his shaft, which grew longer and harder after just two strokes in his palm.
It’s a big moment. Everything tonight has happened so quickly, and felt so right, and this feels right too, but there’s no going back after this. Once we have sex, it will be nearly impossible to return to just being friends, not without a lot of awkwardness at the very least.
It’s a chance I’m willing to take, because playing it safe doesn’t bring you happiness.
If I had any doubts, and I don’t, they would have been dissolved when Xander moves over me, his eyes holding so much love, care, and concern, making it clear this is more than just sex to him.
“You okay, Sabby?” He cups my cheek, still looking deep into my eyes.
I nod, unable to speak over the lump in my throat.
“You ready to take me?”
