Page 49 of Witch Unbound
I turned and strode toward the car.
“You can’t keep them from us,” she called after me. “They have to procreate.”
“We’ll see about that.” This voice wasn’t my own. It belonged to the thing inside me. The thing that I was becoming. I waited for the fear to hit, but it didn’t come.
I was changing and no longer afraid.
Chapter Twelve
Something had happened at Vita. Something ignited between the four of us, and my hunger for food was nothing compared to my hunger for them. We ate anyway. Ate and made conversation until finally Wren’s eyelids began to droop.
“Bed for you, little guy.” Tor scooped him up and fixed his gaze on me. “You too.”
Rune and Leif growled low in assent.
My stomach flipped.
Tor left the room, and Rune scraped back his chair and held out his hand to me. I took it, and he tugged me up and over his shoulder, then carried me out of the room.
My gaze was at eye level to Leif’s crotch as he followed us, and there was no disguising the bulge of the erection in his pants.
I licked my lips, racing pulse kicking up even more in anticipation of what was to come.
Rune took the stairs two at a time. He lowered me onto the bed and stepped back, hooking a hand over his shoulder to peel off his tee. His chest rose and fell fast, and his eyes were dark and hooded. I glanced at Leif to find him undressing too. Tor entered the room, closing and locking the door before peeling down the waistband of his joggers to free his arousal.
I shuffled back on the bed, the motion making me super aware of the slick heat between my thighs. The guys approached, huge, hard, and gloriously naked.
“Where do you want us?” Tor asked.
I didn’t want to think and make decisions. I wanted to be taken. “Wherever you want.” I tore at my clothes, kicking them off, then slowly parted my thighs to the kiss of cool air.
Leif made a sound that was part growl, part moan, and gooseflesh broke out over my skin.
“I want first taste,” he demanded.
“Like hell.” Tor grabbed his shoulder and pulled him back. “First taste is mine.”
There was no arguing with his flashing steel-gray eyes, no denying the beast that rippled under his skin as he climbed onto the bed.
“Fucker,” Leif muttered, but his attention dropped back to me quick enough.
Rune climbed onto the bed to my left, Leif to my right, and Tor slipped between my thighs, huge hands gripping me and tugging me open wider. His gaze locked on mine.
“Are you ready to scream, Cora?”
I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t fucking think. “Yes. God yes.”
He dipped his head and claimed me, tongue slipping between my folds, and his mouth closed on my clit in ownership. My head fell back, hips bucking with a mind of their own. Rune claimed my mouth in tongue-deep kisses, his hand wrapped around my throat, squeezing slightly in a possessive motion that sent heat rushing through me.
Leif dipped his head to my breasts, rolling his tongue around each nipple until my breasts swelled with an aching throb that begged to be assuaged. Only then did he draw the peaks into his mouth, sending shockwaves down to the apex of my thighs with every tug.
Every synapse, every atom was alive with sensation as the men I loved worshipped my body. Calloused hands were chased by pillowy soft lips and hot, wet tongues, until every inch of my body was sensitized. Until the core of me was the epicenter of swollen, pulsing hunger.
But I wanted to taste them, too. I wanted to elicit moans and groans. I wanted to make them unravel with my hands and my mouth.
I broke the kiss and pressed a hand to Tor’s head. “Stop. Oh, fuck. Tor.”
He pulled away with a deep lick and stared at me, eyelids at half-mast.
