Page 33 of Witch's Rebirth
"I'm dying to feel you come," he growled in my ear. "I've had dreams about how it would feel to make you lose control."
“I’m so close," I panted, raking my nails against his shoulder blades. "Don't stop."
He made a hot sound, somewhere between a moan and a laugh, then trailed one hand down my body, between my breasts and directly to my clit. All the while he never stopped thrusting into me, filling me up and leaving me empty with each breath. When he applied pressure to my clit, it became too much to bear. The pleasure within me swelled like a wave carrying me high and fast.
I quivered and shook like jello in his hands before I crashed. My body seized up as I came apart, muscles involuntarily twitching and spasming from my release. Magic shot from my fingertips and maybe even from my curled-up toes.
"Oh yes, sweetheart," Seth groaned. "Fuck, that was beautiful. You are so perfect."
My legs were so devoid of strength, they shakily settled back down on the ground. Seth's cock slipped out of me and pressed solid and slick against my lower belly as we kissed.
He turned me around, brushing a playful bite across my shoulder before he pulled away.
"Have you always had these?" he asked, brushing a hand along the sigils on my spine. I didn't have to look to know that his fingers settled over the sigil of Set.
"No, Lucifer just gave them to me," I said. "My guys have my sigil tattooed on them, so I wanted all of theirs on me." I looked at him over my shoulder. He continued staring at my back, an unreadable expression on his face. "Do you know about Set?" I asked.
"Of course I do," he said quietly. "I've always felt like he was my guiding light in a way, leading me out of the storm. The only good part of Beelzebub and the only aspect of him that I wanted to keep with me."
I still couldn't read what he was feeling and asked, "Are you okay with the tattoo? I'm sure I could have Lucifer remove it if-"
He cut me off with a kiss, pulling a gasp from me as his thick length pressed against my ass. I could only arch and push back against him eagerly as his hands swept forward to caress my breasts, kneading my nipples into aching, sensitive points.
"I love it," he said gruffly, moving my hair and attacking my neck and the top of my back. "It's perfect, I love seeing it on your skin. I love that you claim me as yours. And Deja?"
"Mm?" My legs quivered again, but this time with the anticipation of feeling him fill me again. I needed it. I needed it yesterday, before he went out to face my greatest enemy for me.
"I won’t leave you, either." He pushed inside me again with a sexy groan, pulling my hips back toward him. "I want this," he growled against my neck, seating his full length inside me. "I don't ever want to be without this. Withoutyou."
"You're sure?" I panted, trying to not lose myself in the sensation of him pressing against my back, my ass, against all of my inner walls. "You're sure you want me and everything else that comes with me?" I didn't have to say my three other men. He knew.
"I've never been more sure of anything." He pressed into me deeper until I cried out, then pulled back with a moan. "I've never felt like I belonged anywhere, or with anyone until you. I don't care if others are lucky enough to belong with you, too." He nipped my earlobe and let out a soft chuckle as he pressed into me again. "Honestly, I'm surprised you don't have more."
"Like I need more of you fuckers to drive me crazy," I groaned.
He laughed, a beautiful, genuine, lighthearted sound-- not the bitter, jagged-edged cackle I was so used to hearing. I couldn't wait to hear more of it.
I caught his mouth in a hot kiss and pressed back against him. He pushed forward into me, rolling his hips against my ass. Together we pushed and pulled, making a sweet, delicious steady rhythm that slowly built up into a rough, greedy frenzy. His hand slid across my waist, feeling and relishing every inch of me before sweeping across my clit.
The pressure in my core built up like a volcano. My ass bounced against his hips from the impactful force of his thrusts. His breath came out in hot, ragged moans as his own release neared. Surrounding our bodies, our auras melded together as one as we came together. His ecstasy was mine and mine was his. There was no ending of me and beginning of him. We were one.
We stayed like that for I don't know how long. I leaned against the boulder and he leaned against me, arms around me in a tight embrace as he swept soft, lazy kisses across my shoulders and neck.
"We should head back to the house," I said, killing our intimate silence. Now that my head was clearer, my mind and body finally sated from what I'd been craving, I missed my other guys terribly. I needed and craved them and they all likely thought I was dead.
"Of course, sweetheart," he said softly. "They'll be just as overjoyed to see you as me."
I turned and looked at him, the same man who'd driven me so insane and looked so different now. He looked relaxed, happy.
"You know, you're cute when you're actually nice to me." I ran a finger along his sleek jaw.
He huffed out a laugh and kissed me. I felt his smile against my lips and it made my heart lift like a balloon.
"Don't get too used to it," he teased. "And I'm always cute."
“You’ve been taking lessons from Raum, I see,” I muttered.
We pulled our clothes on and I wrapped my arms around him again, enamored with his smell, with the feeling of his warmth and solidness against my cheek. He dropped a kiss to my head and wrapped a protective arm around my shoulders. Then he anchored us back to our home.
