Page 87 of Hexed, Vexed, & Undersexed
"Let's this this show on the road," I exclaim, whirling my fingers around in the air to emphasize my point.
I had technically already been magically married and bonded to two of my guys, but when Preston had convinced the others to all get down on one knee, I knew it we're about to make it official all around.
Besides, who doesn't love a good party?
The music starts, and the small wedding begins. There are no bridesmaids or groomsmen, and the attendee numbers are under twenty, exactly the way I wanted. As soon as Gram-Gram holds out her elbow for me, I take it gently and we step out onto the back patio and into the Porter yard.
It had been transformed for the wedding. A beautiful arch at the end of the aisle, and the rows of rustic wooden benches lining the sides held our closest friends and family.
But the best part, is waiting for me at the end.
Preston, Kai, and Bellamy, all looking delicious in sleek black tuxedos as they watch me approach, and as soon as I step up before them, everything justclicks.
The four of us are in this until the end of our days, no cheesy vows required.
Though we'd go through the ceremony regardless because while this witch bitch just wants to get to the party, the little bit of hippie in me loves the sentimentality.
Guess Mother Shipton and the network got what they wanted after all.
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Several hours and lots of drinks and dancing later, the four of us collapse at our kitchen table, exhausted from the wedding and reception eating treats and goodies that hadn't been finished by our guests.
"I love dessert," I mumble around the spoon of chocolate pudding I'd just licked clean.
"You look pretty damn delicious for dessert," Preston murmurs, holding up a piece of strawberry for me to eat.
"I'm not sure I'm the sweetest there is," I counter playfully, eating the juicy bite from between his hand. I suck the tips of his calloused fingers, his eyes heating as I swirl my tongue.
Bellamy scoffs at my statement, but his lip quirks up showing that while he can still be a pain in my ass, he actually likes that I’m not sweet.
"I'm definitely in the mood for some Evanora to finish off the day and our delicious dinner," Kai agrees.
"We have cake you know," I tell them, knowing full well that's not what we’re having for dessert.
The three of them smirk, attention centering on me as I giggle.
Oh this issogoing to be good.
Preston moves first, scooping me up and carrying me in a cradle to the master bedroom.
My small one bedroom home had been perfect when it was just me, but now that there are four of us...well, let's just say a little magical reconstruction had to happen. After a couple mistakes and mishaps, my home now has a second story and is big enough to accommodate all of us.
"I've been looking forward to this all damn day," Preston admits as he brings me over the threshold of the bedroom and to the large California King bed the four of us have worn in the last few months.
"What? Going to sleep?" I tease, yelping in surprise as he tosses me onto the bed and pushes up the skirt of my wedding dress.
"No, Mrs. Carwright, tasting this sweet pussy," he growls, his eyes locking on my black lace panties. Instead of slipping them down my legs, he reaches up and rips the fabric, making me gasp. "Sorry, love, I'll buy you a new pair."
His smile, though, tells me he isn’t sorry at all, but I can’t be mad because the display turned me on. Bellamy and Kai chuckle, both of them sinking into the lounge chairs off to the side, content to watch the show.
I know they'll join soon enough but until then… a gasp leaves me as Preston moves. Leaning forward, he laps from my core to my clit, sucking hard on the sensitive bud. My legs tremble, Preston's arms wrapping around my thighs to hold me steady.
Resting back against the bed, I tangle my fingers into his curly hair. With every tug, Preston swirls his tongue and nips, each making me melt just a little further. His stubble is rough against my thighs, a delicious contrast to his expert tongue.
He releases one leg, pulling his arm under him before pushing a finger in. I’m soaked, letting Preston add two more fingers easily. The stretch is only a hint of what I know is to come, but it’s no less amazing. With another graze of his teeth, my release slams down on me, making me cry out as I thrash against the bed. He doesn’t slow his ministrations until he's thoroughly fingered and lapped me through my orgasm.
"The sweetest dessert I could ever want," he groans, kissing my inner thigh and withdrawing his fingers. Standing, he sticks his fingers into his mouth, watching me as he licks them clean.
