Page 50 of Witch Unbound
I stroked his jaw. “I want to taste you.”
He rose up on his knees and we all maneuvered so I was on all fours, facing him. Leif grasped my hips from behind, fingers dimpling my flesh and flexing. The head of his cock kissed my intimate place, and I sucked in a sharp breath and then looked up at Tor. He watched me, bottom lip caught between his teeth, eyes so dark with desire they were almost black.
I gripped his arousal and licked the tip, keeping my gaze on him.
“Fuck,” Rune groaned.
I slid a glance his way. “Touch yourself for me.”
He palmed his cock and began to pump, slow and sensual.
I rolled my tongue over the tip of Tor’s arousal and then took him deep into my mouth.
Tor sucked in air through his teeth.
Someone moaned. Rune, maybe. The vibration of Tor’s chest shuddered through me, then he was hitting the back of my throat, his hands deep in my hair, holding me to him as I took what I needed from him. Guttural groans filled the room and then Tor’s hand fisted my hair.
Heat lashed between my legs as Leif got his wish to taste me. He was probing hunger, thick tongue darting in and out of me, stoking the ache within.
I caught Rune from the corner of my eye as he pleasured himself, watching us. I reached for him, taking his arousal in my hand and pumping him in time with the motion of my mouth on Tor.
They both groaned, tipping their heads back and thrusting against me.
Leif’s cock slid between my folds, and he began rolling his hips against mine, teasing my clit and driving me insane.
We were a frenzy of heat and want. Of a desperate need to be one. To join in the ultimate carnal way. One slip was all it would take. One slip and Leif would be inside me. One tilt of the hips.
I did it without thinking, and in the next moment his cock was pushing against my slick entrance.
He cried out, partly in alarm, partly in triumph, as the head of his arousal entered me.
“Shit.” He pressed his hand to my ass and held himself still.
Tor froze.
Rune froze.
I fought the urge to push back, to take what I desperately craved.
Tor carefully pulled out of my mouth, and Rune gripped my hand and urged me to let him go.
“Cora…” There was a warning in Tor’s voice. “We can’t.”
I wanted to cry, to scream, to say fuck it, please just fuck me. But instead, I reined it all in and pulled away from Leif.
We collapsed on the bed in a naked heap, slick with sweat, aching for each other.
“We can’t do this again,” Tor said. “I’m not sure what’s changed, but something has.”
“I wanted to,” Leif said. “More than anything, I felt like Ineededto.”
“Me too,” Rune said. “I mean…we almost did the other day.”
“So we take a breather,” Tor said. “Just get our shit under control.”
He rolled over and kissed my cheek. “I’m gonna shower.”
I pouted at him. “And finish yourself off?”
