Page 114 of Savage Torment

It's for us.

The circle isn't quite perfect, but the intention and meaning behind it are what truly matter. As if sensing my acknowledgment, the symbol glows, securing the grains of sand in place.

The magic has to be activated. All we have to do is…

“Lay her in the middle,” Lincoln commands. In the next breath, Blaze lifts me off my feet and carries me the short distance before lowering me to the bed.

I don’t feel the sand as Blaze gazes down at me with heated intensity. “Tatum, we’re first. We already claimed her once,” he says, a sinister smile curling his lips as he reaches for the waistband of my pants.

I shouldn't be surprised by how quickly a moment can change with these men. But in the blink of an eye, I’ve gone from frowning over coins and worrying about their original owners to being spread naked on my bed with five pairs of eyes watching my every move.

Tatum is the first to lose any clothing, taking his time to walk toward me in his boxer shorts while Blaze reaches over his head, pulling at the neckline of his t-shirt. He discards it in a flurry as he moves to unzip his jeans, making no effort to roll them down his thighs as his cock springs free.

“I wonder how wet she'll get without us even touching her,” Tatum muses, and Blaze grins.

“I like the sound of that,” he mutters in agreement. “Get on your knees, Amica Mea,” he rasps, sending a shiver down my spine.

“Amica Mea?” Wylder grunts in question, and a smile ghosts across Blaze’s lips.

“My love.”

I’m breathless at the acknowledgement of what it means, but I don't have long to think on it because Tatum is already stroking a hand down my cheek. “On your hands and knees,” he orders, reiterating Blaze’s prior command, and I blossom under their attention, rolling over into position, more than happy to be the center of their desire.

“I want her naked. Now,” Lincoln grits out, and when I glance at him, his teeth rake over his bottom lip, need and desire flooding his features.

“Who knew I could agree with wolves on more than one occasion,” Blaze says with a snicker. When I glance over my shoulder at him, he winks. “As much as I’d love the pleasure of unwrapping my sweet treat, show us how you use your magic instead.”

Wylder offers me my pouch of sand, raising an eyebrow, and I gulp. Nervously, I reach for a pinch and whisper under my breath. My heart beats once. That’s how long it takes for my magic to strip me bare before them. But the added luxury of magic allows me to strip them bare before me too.

My gaze dips down to the apex of Wylder’s thighs, his cock jutting in my direction, and I rake my teeth over my bottom lip, failing to suppress a groan. A snicker comes from his lips and I glance up at him to find a wicked grin on his face.

“Nicely done, Little Witch.”

My cheeks heat under his intense gaze, but I revel in it.

Naked, with my knees pressed against the symbol beneath me, my body feels fully attuned to the sand and the presence of the people here with me.

Tatum climbs onto the bed in front of me, shuffling on his knees with his dick in his hand. I look up through my lashes, watching as his gaze darkens, when the body behind me nestles their cock between the globes of my ass.

Blaze.

“Take him in your mouth, Little Witch,” Wylder commands as Tatum presses the head of his cock against my lips.

I’m desperate for the weight of him on my tongue, so much it’s overwhelming, especially when I’m distracted by Blaze teasing the entrance of my pussy with his length. An instant reminder of fight night, being wedged between Wylder and Blaze, comes to mind.

But what we have between us is no longer a secret, hidden away in a gym; it’s a literal freaking ritual taking place in the middle of my bed.

Everyone is here for me.

As if sensing the excitement building in my bones, they both move in tandem, snapping me from my thoughts.

Tatum slips just past my lips, and as he retracts, pleasure fills my core. They both take their time working their way inside of me, no rush or urgency, as they claim what belongs to them.

Me.

When Tatum edges all the way in, the length of his cock hitting the back of my throat, I hollow out my cheeks, swallowing him down, and he groans. Despite the unshed tears already beading along my lash line, I look up to see his head fall back as a groan ripples from his lips.

Every nerve ending is alive, but I want to feel all of them. Desperate for more, I thrust my hips back to meet Blaze’s, relishing in the feel of his thighs slapping against mine. My body is on fire already, and adding the spectators to the mix only serves to send goosebumps along every inch of my flesh.

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