Page 105 of Witch Unbound
“Have you done this before?” Rune asked. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
God, I needed him now. “You won’t. I can take it.”
“Fuck, when you talk like that…” I felt him push against me, push into me.
Beneath me Leif stilled, giving me a moment to adjust to the new, welcome intrusion. The slight burn of the stretch had me sucking in a sharp breath.
“Cora?” Rune stilled.
“Don’t stop.” I pushed against him, moaning as he forced another inch into me.
He worked his way in slowly, back and forth, until I was panting and begging him to go all in. I fell forward with a cry of satisfaction as he finally settled inside me, throbbing, hot, and aching.
I was full, so fucking full, and I needed more.
A low whimper escaped my lips. “Please…”
“Now,” Tor ordered. “She’s ready.”
The guys began to move in a rhythm that worked every erogenous zone inside me. My eyes rolled and strange primal cries bubbled up my throat.
“Tor…” I reached for him. “Please.”
He positioned himself in front of me and I claimed his arousal with my mouth, taking him deep with every thrust, my moans and cries vibrating against his cock.
His hands slid into my hair as the tempo increased, and his grunts and groans joined ours.
We came together, connected, entwined. One.
* * *
I didn’t wantto move. I wanted to stay cocooned on this bed with my guys forever. There was a new level of closeness now. A connection like nothing I’d ever imagined.
“Did we hurt you?” Rune asked softly.
I beamed up at him. “God, no. It was perfect.”
Tor stroked my hair, looking down at me. “I wish we could keep you like this all the time, naked and in bed.”
“Why not?” Leif said. “I’m sure we’re all due some vacation time from end-of-the-world antics.”
“I did just come back from the dead,” Rune added. “We should celebrate with copious amounts of sex.”
Joy began to expand in my chest, but a fist formed in its place, punching at my lungs and knocking the breath out of me.
“Cora? What is it?” Tor asked.
My vision went dark and then I saw the seal, just as I’d seen it when I’d become the anchor, except it was riddled with golden fractures. Light pulsed out of those cracks, brighter and brighter.
“Cora!”
Rune shook me. “Cora, what is it? What are you seeing?”
This couldn’t be happening. This shouldn’t be happening. “The seal…”
My gut twisted with a sick foreboding and a clear conviction filled me, tugging me in a different direction.
“Jasper…Jasper’s in trouble.”
