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“You’ve always had the most beautiful hair,” Brom whispers, and I blush again.
“Now take off your slippers and lie down on your back on the ground,” Crane says, his hands going to the front of his robe.
I take off my slippers, tossing them to the side, and run my bare foot over the grass. “But it’s cold and damp.”
“You need the earth energy to ground you,” he explains with a wave of his hand. “It won’t stay cold for long, I can promise you that.”
I nod, my scalp tingling with what’s about to happen.
This is only the first part, I remind myself. This is the part for your pleasure.
I take in a deep breath.
Get down on my knees, sinking into the cool, wet grass.
Then I lie back, shivering as my body makes contact with the earth.
“Brom, come over here,” Crane says in a low voice.
I lift my head slightly, watching as Brom walks around to where Crane is standing near the base of my feet. Both of them stare down at me, and I’ve never felt more on display in my whole life.
Then Crane says, “Open your legs and show Brom what a pretty cunt you have.”
And now I’ve never felt more on display.
I swallow hard and do as I’m told, widening my legs.
Brom’s breath hitches, his eyes burning, and in both men I notice the bulge at the front of their robes, the fabric twitching over their growing cocks.
“I normally wouldn’t do you the courtesy of asking,” Crane begins, leaning in to Brom, his gaze flicking over his face. “But do you want to make her come first, or should I?”
Brom meets his eyes, glaring at him. “What do you think?”
Crane grabs him by the back of the neck, bringing his face close to his own, his mouth twisted in a sneer. “I think that’s the last time I give you an option.”
Then, with his hand still around Brom’s neck, Crane looks to me. “Do you want Brom to eat out that sweet cunt of yours?”
Do you want that? I want to say.
But I can’t even form words. I just nod.
“He promises to keep his cock to himself,” Crane says, giving Brom a push as he releases him, holding back his robe so that he’s naked. “Get on your knees, pretty boy, and crawl to her. I want our witch sopping wet.”
Brom stumbles to his knees in front of my spread legs, my heart leaping against my ribs as I take in the sight of him, his cock thick and throbbing. My thighs are starting to shake in anticipation, my nerves on fire, as Brom meets my eyes and crawls forward. I’ve never had him down there before, never known what his mouth might feel like. Will he ravage me the same way he kisses me? Will he devour me with his dark energy?
Brom’s gaze stays on mine as he reaches out, wrapping his large, calloused hands around my hips, holding me in place, his head dipping down. I stare right back at him, feeling the connection between us growing. There’s something unsaid here, that this is him and this is me and we are stepping into new territory together.
And in this moment, I must trust him.
I give him the slightest nod, because I think that’s what he’s checking in on, to see if I really want this, and I catch the faintest dimple before he dives his head down, his tongue sweeping over my clit with a powerful stroke that makes my head fly back against the ground.
“Hell,” I swear, my back arching up, as he continues to lick at me with the apex of his tongue, his beard scratching the sides of my sensitive skin, adding to the sensation. My eyes flutter closed, surrendering to every second.
“I thought about this moment,” comes Crane’s voice, sounding faraway. “I thought it would eat me alive with jealousy to see him between your legs. And it does make me jealous. I just didn’t know how badly it would affect me.” I hear Crane let out a slow, shaking breath. “I want the both of you so much that I can hardly stand it.”
I hear him take off his robe, hear his footsteps as they come closer. I open my eyes and stare up at the fog above the trees and Crane’s face as he peers down at me, as naked as the rest of us. “Sweet witch,” he says softly. I hold Crane’s gaze even as Brom’s fingers make a wide V against my skin, separating my folds and stretching me while his tongue flicks my clit harder.
“Oh God,” I say through a choked cry, my eyes falling closed again, and then I feel Crane lying beside me on the grass, his mouth at my ear, breath hot.
“I’m your god, Kat, don’t you forget it,” Crane murmurs, taking my lobe between his teeth and giving it a sharp tug. “I’m your god and he’s your devil.”
