Page 91 of Filthy Little Witch
Not like this, I wanted to say. I’d been corrupted. Couldn’t they see that? Couldn’t they sense it?
“I think we all need a distraction tonight. We can figure it out tomorrow.” Marta grabbed my hand and brought it to her mouth. She sucked my index finger in between her lips and rolled her tongue along the pad, sending a sharp strike of pleasure straight down to my balls. Atlas watched with rapt attention, his emerald eyes glittering in the moonlight.
This was the first time the three of us had been together. Alone. Without the haze of ritual and magic clouding our minds.
“Please?” Marta asked both of us. Our thoughts had bled together over the last few days that now it was nearly second nature to receive her desperate pleas. I glanced over her shoulder and raised an eyebrow at Atlas, pushing all thoughts of what would happen after far from my mind.
“Our little witch is needy tonight,” I teased.
“So needy,” he replied.
“Should we indulge her?” I clicked my tongue against my teeth and withdrew my hand from her mouth, lowering it to wrap around her throat, holding her head in place.
“It would be cruel not to,” Atlas said, curling his lips into a devious grin. He leaned in and pressed his mouth to hers, and I moaned at the sensation on my own lips. His. Hers. The blend of them together was so wickedly damning, I couldn’t help the shift of my hips against her ass. My cock brushed along the thin clothing between us, and I dropped my forehead to her crown, sliding my hand along her ribs to her hips.
She bucked against me, rolling her pelvis to increase the contact, and that almost broke me. Fuck, I wanted this. I wanted this so damned bad, but I also didn’t want to corrupt them any more than I already had. That demon had shredded my soul, warped it and twisted it, and I couldn’t be sure I wouldn’t hurt them with it.
One night. Have one night. Then that’s it.
A sharp clench tugged at my chest, and Marta glanced over her shoulder at me with furrowed brows. Perhaps she had felt the yank inside me, or maybe heard my thoughts. If she did, she didn’t mention it, only rolled so she could cup the back of my neck and bring my mouth to hers. I lapped at her, tasting both my witch and my brother, and the combination made my cock rock fucking solid.
She pulled back from me and glanced between Atlas and me, seeming to question whether what we’d found in the liminal would follow us outside of it. Two months ago, this was a line neither of us would consider crossing, but now…to hell with it. I crashed against him, all teeth and tongue, and he groaned into the contact, the rush of his arousal coursing under my skin.
I wanted him. He wanted me. And we both wanted her.
A thick masculine hand grabbed me between the legs as a softer feminine one grappled with the hem of my shirt, yanking it up so she could claw at my stomach and chest. Her nails sank into my skin, and I moaned as I rolled onto my back.
They descended on me like ravenous beasts, and I couldn’t help myself. I relished the feel of being under them. Marta stripped off her tank top and shoved her shorts down to her ankles and off her feet. Atlas worked on my sweatpants, shucking them down my legs before he settled himself between my thighs.
“Can I sit on your face?” Marta asked.
“Fuck, I might die if you don’t,” I answered, and I had barely thought the words before she straddled my head and lowered her delicious cunt to be devoured. Tasting her that first time had been heaven, but this was absolute euphoria. We both moaned at the first swipe of my tongue over her clit, and then a warm, wet mouth wrapped around the tip of my cock, and I bucked off the mattress.
“Oh, such an eager slut for my mouth.” Atlas hummed, kissing along the underside before flicking his tongue over the head. I gasped, but all I breathed in was Marta’s pussy, and she tunneled her fingers into my hair, gripping and holding me the way she wanted. I sucked in time with Atlas’s ministrations, each swipe of his vicious tongue sending shock waves through both of us. Through all of us. So connected were we that we became one body, one bundle of nerves, beckoning to explode.
Marta’s muscles tightened around my head, her nails sinking into my scalp as she threw her head back on her shoulders, riding my face as the crest of her orgasm rose inside her. I felt it. I sensed it coming. And with the way Atlas stroked my dick, fucking me back into his throat, I didn’t think I could hold out through it.
She let it take her, shouting, “Yes, yes, right there, I love your mouth,” through the bond. It cascaded into me, surging into Atlas, whose throat groaned around its hold on my cock. She gushed on top of me, and I couldn’t help my dirty thoughts.
“So fucking wet. Fucking drenched. Delicious.” I sucked her hard. “Use me. Fuck me. Give me your cum, sweet girl.”
I panted and gripped her thighs, sure I might blow any second. Just before I did, Atlas pulled back and slowed his pumping, laughing as he bit and kissed the inside of my thigh.
“Slow down, little witch,” Atlas said. “You’ve got us both wound tight.”
“I want you,” she said as she climbed off my body and settled near my ribs. “Inside me. Both of you.”
I was ashamed of how much I wanted that, too. What remained of the monster rattled its cage inside my mind, reaching through the bars to sink its claws into my brain. I’d thought I’d left it in the liminal. I thought it was the demon all along. But whatever had seized me that night came with me out of it, and now I didn’t know what to do.
Atlas licked his lips and grinned, pushing up so he could stretch out on top of me and press a salty, wet kiss to my mouth. I wrestled with his tongue, letting him have control, letting him use me as he rubbed his cock against mine.
Fuck, it turned me on. It brought me closer to busting again, and I didn’t want to embarrass myself.
“Come on, little brother,” Atlas said. “Our witch wants us inside her. We’ve got to work her up to it.”
I shuddered at the thought of our cocks inside her at the same time, rubbing up against each other, spilling inside her tight cunt. His cum. My cum. Together.
I took a deep breath and nodded, forcing away my trepidation. Like this, everything could have happened to someone else. When I was with them, I felt complete and whole in a way that scared me. And I would ruin it to keep them safe.
