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Heat spread through my body as my pleasure grew. Moe removed one hand from my thighs, and I felt him moan against my pussy, the vibration making my legs shake. He must be stroking himself as he ate me out, and that thought made my inner muscles clench.
Jag bumped his head against the changing room wall. “I’m coming,” he rasped. His moan was loud enough that I was sure the others must have heard him from across the shop. Like he said, he didn’t hide anymore.
His cock throbbed against my tongue and lips. I lifted my gaze to his face, watching his eyes roll back and his body shake. My own trembled under the skill of Moe’s tongue.
Jag called my name loud and clear as he came. Because of the spell, I didn’t get a mouthful of cum—pity. The magical condom destroyed all cum as it spilled from his tip.
Jag’s hands went soft and gentle in my hair where he had been gripping me for dear life, and his cock turned limp in my mouth. As I pulled back, his dick shrank and the strings vanished as it returned to its usual size.
He might be done, but I wasn’t.
Moe circled my clit, firm and relentless. I gripped Jag’s hips for support as the orgasm crashed over me. My vision blurred, and my body shook. I probably cried out as loudly as Jag had.
Moe, for his part, didn’t stop. My orgasm stretched on and on, as though he would draw every last ounce of pleasure from my body. As I clutched at Jag for support, he held my wrists, stroking the skin and grounding me, reminding me to breathe and not just scream.
Moe moaned against my clit, and the vibration was too much, as though that was all I could take.
“Enough,” I gasped.
With a grunt, he removed his mouth from my pussy, but the pleasure remained, an echo of it still trembling through my body. Moe gave a final groan, and I was sure he had come too. The sound of it made me want to turn around and ride him, even though I was still throbbing from the first go.
I nearly collapsed to the floor, but both Jag and Moe grabbed me and helped me to my knees instead. I laughed and moved my jaw from side to side to loosen up the cramp in it.
“That was—”
An alarm blared, cutting off my words. The changing room flashed red like a firetruck siren.
“Fuck! You let your anti-ward spell drop,” Ram shouted outside the door. His rage was loud enough to beat the sound of the alarm. “Now the store’s defenses know we’re here, and so does every cop in Silver Springs.”
Chapter 22
Thestore’swardwasgoing bonkers. It screamed in two dozen voices and flashed like the lights at a rabid disco. I sensed its attacks slamming into Ram’s defensive shield like bugs against a car window.
Of course, I had screwed up my protective spell and had to rely on Ram to save us. I should have known better than to fuck when I was supposed to be keeping us safe.
I raced after Ram with Jag and Moe on my heels.
Elliot was already waiting on the sidewalk with Beverly in his arms. As we fled the shop, Ram waved his hand. A flash of purple flames flared in his palm and surrounded us before turning to a transparent sheen. An invisibility spell.
“Come on,” he snapped and led the way down the street. The men followed, with Beverly squeaking unhappily in Elliot’s arms.
I started to follow, then stopped. Why the fuck was I taking orders from Ram? I had promised myself years ago not to do that ever again.
A movement caught my eye. I glanced across the road to the forest in the distance: a line of dark shadows swaying against the sky. “Wait.”
Ram whirled on me. “You’re not giving orders after screwing this up.”
I flinched and my stomach clenched, remembering the rage and disappointment he had showered on me and other members of our gang when we messed up a mission.
But he had no control over me now. “No, you are doing exactly what I fucking tell you. I spent years following you, and all it did was give me a rap sheet long enough to drive to LA on. So, now you’re doing things my way. The right way.”
I didn’t wait for his answer. Ram’s invisibility shield wasn’t going to be enough to fool the supe cops who would be searching for nearby magical auras.
Every witch and most supes had a sort of sensation to them, a feeling that was uniquely them. Imitating these auras was my specialty and the way I had bested the shop’s ward—until I got distracted.
But I had a version of that skill that not even Ram knew about.
I let my magic free. Instead of copying an aura, I weaved a shield around us and tucked my aura underneath and inside like a drag queen with her cock and balls.
