Page 106 of Son of a Witch

“Nice ass,” Tor complimented and spanked Knoxe’s behind.

Knoxe lost his usual control and leaned his head back as I sucked deep.

I found my groove with the other two. Something that needed a lot of practice at first, but we had it down pat after many months together.

“Take every inch.” Knoxe drove into me harder, his dirty words encouraging my throat wider, and for me to take him deeper. “Good girl.”

He stroked the back of my head as I bobbed up and down on his length. Then he fisted my hair, the sting biting into my scalp.

“That’s it, Sunset,” he grunted, thrusting into me, and I worked him harder, rolling my tongue around him, earning a pleased groan. My dominant man pulled me back to look down at me, his brown eyes dark, lids thick, lips parted, breath strained as he lost more control to me. Then he pushed me back down onto his cock. “So fucking beautiful speared on my cock.”

His filthy mouth combined with Pascal’s attention to my clit shook me through my second orgasm.

“Yeah, moan and come on my cock, Sunset.” Knoxe didn’t let up his grip on my hair, keeping me locked on his dick.

The combination of them grunting, groaning, and singing my fucking praises, shot me into a dizzy lust, hot and wet with arousal. Their care of my body, the way they treated me like their treasure, my body theirs to pleasure, made me feel prized and adored.

“Your pussy is so fucking sweet,” Tor panted, speeding up my slow and steady beat into a fevered, frenzied staccato. “You’re perfect, Supergal.”

His praise and Pascal’s devoted ministrations on my clit scaled my pleasure to the brink of my third orgasm. We all came together, Tor and Pascal jerking into me, and Knoxe stuttered in my mouth from the vibrations I moaned along his dick.

Laced with sweat, we collapsed into a heap around Tor, the three of us lying on our sides, barely squishing onto my bed. I didn’t care. I just wanted to stay with them in this moment. For us to be together every night like this. For us to find our damn happy ending. Because after all the shit we went through, we damn well deserved it.

CHAPTER35

Pascal

Victory sang in my veins.Woodwinds, brass, percussion, strings, and keyboards in a synchronistic flow that formed a complex narrative. Rising and falling octaves that worked in harmony together.

Smiling, I locked the last knockout bomb in the loops of my belt that Astra manufactured in preparation for today’s mission. Droplets that exploded from the container and stunned the target unconscious. A substitute for the gin and tonic bombs we usually carried that debilitated the gantii.

The tempo of my composition picked up in anticipation of success. This was the day we would nail the operation enabling the escaped prisoners to travel the country and evade the Guardian hunters. Three hundred points added to our tally, bringing my score down to five hundred. Freedom loomed in my sight, and the symphony sharpened in melody.

“Gather round, team.” Selena amassed Knoxe, Astra, Loco, Tor, and me around the map splayed on the weapon’s room table for a pre-mission pep talk.

Two sentries guarded the door and listened in on our plans. Protocol for being amid the Guardian’s array of weapon technology. Protection to ensure nothing got stolen and every item used on missions was logged out and in upon return.

“We don’t know how many people we’re going to encounter, if any.” Selena tapped the target, a commercial establishment seeking tenants in a rough neighborhood trashed by vandals and graffiti artists.

Internet and satellite image searches revealed rows of empty, boarded-up shops lining the abandoned mall. Clever place to set up a hub to portal. No tenants. No cars. No people for at least a mile.

“We don’t have intel on whether the veil distortion device is manned or unmanned,” Selena recounted from the mission brief. “Either way, I wanted us prepared for an army defending the target. That means tight formations ready to deploy knockout bombs. We’re not taking any chances with the escapees or the vampires.”

Tor rubbed his fisted hand.

Knoxe cracked his knuckles.

Astra counted her immobilizing bombs.

Loco twirled his knives and shoved them into his sheaths. Dissonant, spooky chords spiraled off him, dampening my upbeat melody.

“We’re not sure if the veil distortion device is mechanical or magical.” She shrugged. “Which means keep vigilant and report any observations to the team.”

“Yes, Selena,” I let her know I heard her instruction.

Our new leader dipped her head in acknowledgment. “Has everyone taken their antidote pill for the knockout bombs?” She patted the bombs my girlfriend equipped us with. “Thank you to Astra for concocting the remedies.”

Tor fisted his hand and blew into it making a long hoo sound followed by mock cheers from a stadium crowd. Astra snorted and giggled at him.

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