Page 134 of Liar Witch
Our perfect mate.
I spread her lips with my fingers and dive in. My tongue lapping at her core in long, firm strokes until she’s shaking like a leaf above me. When she gasps, I feel for her opening and thrust two fingers inside without warning.
Silk and fire envelop them as she rocks against my face with a tiny cry. I’m too desperate to give her time to adjust. No. I draw my hand back and pump my fingers into her over and over, curling them inside her and forcing her to come for me.
She clenches around my hand violently. The ripples of her climax shatter whatever remains of my self-control. With a roar that shows exactly how close my beast has come to the front of my mind, I move out from between her legs and shove my trousers down enough to free my cock.
Nilsa gives a little scream as I grab under her ass and lift her, impaling her in one swift stroke.
She fits me like a scalding glove. Clenching along my length as I struggle to give her time to adjust. Every muscle in my body tenses, ready to explode with the slightest provocation.
“Move!” she demands.
There’s no way I’m going to refuse that order.
Nilsa
I’m stuck between the rock hard chests of two shifters and I never want to leave. Whatever is going on in Nos’s head has loosened the reins he keeps on his beast. Now he’s rutting against me like an animal, and I fucking love it. Every move forces me into Cas, whose hands have taken over my breasts as he nibbles along the line of my throat, content to wait his turn for now.
My fingers are fused in Nos’s hair, keeping his mouth trapped against mine in an open-mouthed kiss that’s scorching me down to my bones. His white eyes are wide open, and this close, I feel like he’s staring into my soul. The experience is more intimate than any rushed fuck in a corridor has any right to be.
Nos’s hands on my ass move, shifting the angle so he hits that perfect spot inside me with every thrust. He’s bigger than I anticipated. Every inch of him stretches me in a way that borders on the edge of pain.
I let out a moan, and he captures it, swallowing it down before I break the kiss to search for air. My head falls back onto Cas’s shoulder, my eyes fluttering shut under the onslaught of sensation that’s building.
When I open them again, my head has fallen to one side, and the new position lets me see the figure at the end of the hall watching us.
Val’s hands are in fists by his side as he stares at the scene before him. Our eyes meet. Lock.
He gives me the tiniest little smirk as one hand dips down to squeeze the erection straining against the fly of his leathers.
Just like that, I burst, clenching hard around Nos’s shaft. My eyes close under the onslaught as rapture rushes through me for a second time.
Nos roars, and my eyes fly open again. The sound is more beast than man and I watch, still limp from pleasure as he licks the length of my neck, only to jerk back.
“Cas,” he growls.
There’s a second of silent communication before Nos slips out of me, still hard and glistening.
“Her cabin.” Cas glances down the hall to the empty space where Val was just a second ago. “We need a bed for what I have planned for you, princess.”
I shiver as the twins cover the distance between us and my room in tense silence. Cas is so impatient that he almost rips the handle off my door in his haste to get to the bed. It slams shut behind us, and a second later, I’m dropped onto the bed.
“Hands and knees,” Nos grates.
He doesn’t know that I’m already there, crawling toward him with one idea in mind.
I take his dick into my mouth before he can say anything else. I swirl my tongue around the head, then flick tiny teasing licks down the shaft as I take him as deep as I can, tasting both of us.
“Fuck,” he groans, hands falling into my hair, controlling my movements.
“My turn,” Cas growls.
That’s all the warning before he flips up my skirt and forges forward into my exposed pussy.
He’s gentler than Nos, his strokes smoother. One of his large hands strokes down my spine, soothing me, while the other hooks around my thigh, lifting me wider to deepen the angle.
I focus all my energy on Nos, trying to send him over the edge before I fall again. I take him deep into the back of my throat and keep him there, despite his tug at my hair, humming until I’ve drawn another growl from him.
