Page 36 of Liar Witch
That… does sound kind of fun. “As long as my instructors don’t wear them either.”
Nos’s grin is blinding. “We’re shifters, princess. Of course we won’t be wearing them.”
“They’d just get in the way of all the things we plan to do.”
Goddess, their words are like a drug, pulling me deeper into their web. I never want to leave.
Suddenly all of the celibate days I’ve spent leading up to this come crashing back full force. Every craving I repressed during my fostering slams into me, and I moan.
Without thinking, I turn, tilt my head back, and press my lips to Nos’s. His hands move from my waist to cup my face, drawing me closer, deepening the contact between us as his tongue sweeps out to tangle with my own.
Fuckyes.
The taste of him, warm, spicy and distinctly male, is perfect. He lets me lead and I reward him by twisting on his lap so I’m straddling him.
Matching groans colour the air from both of them. Too late I realise that my short dress is riding up and Cas is getting a good view of everything I’m not wearing beneath it.
“Where are your panties?” he murmurs, hands abandoning the oars to stroke up and down my spine.
“They’re overrated.”
I swallow Noster’s laughter with my lips, only to break the contact when Cas decides to take his caresses lower. His talented fingers trace a path along my slit, parting my folds and spreading my wetness down toward my clit.
“You like kissing my twin, princess. I can feel it.”
The smugness in his tone is the perfect blend of sexy male arrogance, and I moan as he starts to circle my clit. My whole body shifts, trying to move his fingers, and Nos groans in response as Cas takes away his hand. I end up grinding against Nos’s cock instead.
“Fuck.”
The boat sways dangerously beneath us, and that’s all it takes for me to remember the sea hidden beneath the thick layer of fog. Cas doesn’t give me a chance to panic. His hands go back to my waist, lifting me backwards until I’m sitting on his lap.
Nos doesn’t miss a beat. He follows us, sinking to his knees in the boat as his palms carefully feel for my knees. The moment they make contact, he moves closer, tracing warmth down the inside of my thighs as he parts them.
“Don’t you dare think of anything but us,” Cas whispers, his hands trailing a line up from my hips to the underside of my breasts. His thumbs stroke through my dress, making my nipples pearl.
I’m not particularly well endowed, but the amount of attention he’s giving my breasts makes all of my insecurities fade away.
Nos steals my attention back from his brother the moment his warm breath mists over my pussy.
“You smell so good,” he whispers.
“Lick me,” I order.
He hums happily as he obeys. His tongue snakes out in long, rough laps that have me squirming. It’s too much. The sensation is so intense that I can’t help my thighs tensing around his head.
Nos doesn’t miss a beat. He wedges me open with his broad shoulders and keeps feasting.
“Watch him,” Cas whispers as my eyelids start to droop from pleasure. “Watch how much he loves eating you out. I’m going to take my turn soon.”
My eyes flutter open, fix on Nos’s brown hair between my legs, and I can’t help the moan which escapes me.
Goddess, that’s hot. That doesn’t mean I’m going to let Cas get away with his teasing. I buck backwards, rubbing my ass against his cock and eliciting a whispered curse.
Nos’s teeth find my clit and nip lightly, punishing me for pushing his brother’s buttons. I moan, thighs trembling under his ministrations, and he gives a startled pause before doing it again.
My hands wind into his hair of their own accord, holding him to me as my climax crashes down on me. My head lolls back onto Cas’s shoulder and my fingers clench as it hits. Nos just keeps licking and sucking, sending tiny aftershocks through my body.
When the final shivers have dissipated, I release my death-grip on his skull and pull him up for a kiss just as a huge shadow falls over us, dispelling the illusion of privacy created by the fog.
