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He strokes himself slowly, standing at eye level with me now. “Knots swell inside our mates, locking us together. But you'd needwaymore training for that. You're human, witch or not.”
I feel Sean's knot pressing against my entrance with each thrust, not quite entering, but definitely making its presence known. Part of me—some primal, instinctive, utterly fucked up part I didn't know existed—wants to take it, to feel it swell inside me, locking us together.
Micah grows more aggressive with his mouth, sucking harder on my clit while Sean fucks me. I whimper and gasp, eyes fixed on Killian's cock as he strokes himself inches from my face.
"Want to touch it?" he asks, voice rough with desire.
I reach out to wrap my fingers around him before I can stop myself. He's huge, hot and hard in my palm. I can't even get myhand all the way around his shaft. I run my fingers curiously over the swollen knot and trace the veins wrapped around it, squeezing gently, testing the firmness.
He groans at my exploration. "Fuck, your hands feel good."
I lean forward, drawn by an instinct I don't fully understand or care to figure out, and take him into my mouth. His taste explodes across my tongue, salty and musky. He gives a growl that’s almost a purr, one hand coming to rest on the back of my head.
"Good girl," he praises, making me moan around him. "Your mouth feels so fucking good…fuck.”
They continue worshiping me from all angles—Sean's cock stretching me from below, Micah's tongue sweeping over my clit, Killian's length filling my mouth. I'm drowning in it all, in their scents, in the electric current of energy that seems to flow between our bodies.
I suckle at the head of Killian's cock, tasting the precome that beads there. Something about it sends a jolt through me. Not just pleasure, but actual energy. I'm not imagining it. I can feel power flowing into me with each drop I swallow.
"Fuck, I'm close," Sean warns, his thrusts growing erratic as he pounds into me from behind. "You want me to pull out?"
I'm surprised by his restraint, especially considering it's the last thing on my mind right now. I release Killian just long enough to answer. “I have an IUD. It's okay,” I pant.
Sean freezes. "Do we uh, need to call the bomb squad?"
Killian shoots him an incredulous look. "An IUD is birth control, you fucking idiot. Just shut up and finish inside her or I'm taking your place."
Sean doesn't need further encouragement. He drives into me with one final, hard thrust, his knot swelling outside my entrance, too large now to evenattemptentering. He comes with a guttural groan, flooding me with warm seed, his stomach clenching against my back.
Almost at the exact same time, as if it’s some pack bond thing, Killian pulses in my mouth, releasing down my throat in hot spurts. I swallow instinctively, and with each gulp, I feel more energy flowing into me.
Holy shit. This isn't just good sex. It's actually replenishing my magical reserves.
They really are my mates, aren’t they?
Fuck.
Between my legs, Micah makes a strangled growling sound, his tongue working frantically against my clit as he works his own cock to climax. His mouth sends me over the edge again, pleasure exploding outward from my core, leaving me trembling and gasping.
I collapse against Sean’s bulk, still impaled on his softening cock, while Killian's cock slips from my mouth. Micah nuzzles between my thighs, pressing a kiss to the inside of one that leaves bloody lip prints on my skin.
"Feeling better?" Sean asks, rubbing my stomach in slow circles with his warm, rough hands.
Amazingly, I am.
The cramping has subsided completely, and the fuzzy weakness that plagued me earlier has vanished. In its place is a warm, vital energy that thrums through my veins. I’m so blissed out, I can’t even manage to give a shit about my face.
"Yeah," I mumble, still caught in a post-orgasmic haze. "Much better, actually."
The front door opens with a jingle of keys. "I didn't know what you'd be in the mood for, and I didn't want to wake you up to ask, so I just got everything that was still open," Rowan's voice calls from the hallway.
He walks into the living room, arms laden with no fewer than a dozen takeout bags, and freezes. His eyes widen comically as he takes in the scene—me on Sean's lap, my lower half naked, Killian still tucking himself back into his pants, and Micah on his knees at my pussy with blood smeared across his mouth.
"Oh," Rowan says after a moment of stunned silence. "I see you started dinner without me."
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