Page 88 of Wrongfully Magicked
Movement in the darkness catches my attention. I turn toward the door to see Cassius peering inside the room, and heat flushes my face when his eyes sweep down my bare back. His indifferent expression should be off-putting, but it only makes me want to crack it to see what he’s hiding underneath.
The basilisk tips his head, indicating he wants to speak, then backs out the door to give me privacy. Maybe I should be embarrassed to be caught in bed, cuddled between two men, but my body is just too sated. I stifle my groan at the thought of leaving the comforting warmth, but the longer I dawdle, the more people will be after me.
If we want to get ahead of my family, then we need to make the first move.
I shift carefully, not wanting to wake the men. They need their rest after the last few days.
The instant I move, I suck in a shocked breath, forgetting for a moment why I’m still sprawled across Soren. Every time I shuffled away in the middle of the night, he would growl and not settle until his cock was nestled inside me once more, and never once did he wake.
After the third time, I accepted defeat and fell asleep stretched out on top of him. Stryker thought it was a mix of being newly mated, me being taken and injured, and just pure possessiveness.
I suspect he might be right on all accounts.
When I shift positions to get out of bed, my core muscles engage. Even at the simple movement, his cock hardens. The way he stretches me has my pussy tingling. He gives a hum-slash-growl of pleasure, his hand tightening on my leg, then he hitches my knee over his hip and gives a couple of shallow thrusts.
I squeeze my eyes closed, lost in the delicious sensations, when he lets out a happy sigh then stills. By the time I catch mybreath and open my eyes, it’s to see that Soren is still sleeping and completely hard inside me.
Humor tugs at my lips, and I suspect I could ride him to orgasm and he wouldn’t wake. As much as I’m tempted to test my theory, now is not the time. If I delay too long, Cassius will come back. I’m not opposed to having my mates watch me when I’m with them, but it’s different with Cassius. Maybe because he’s not my mate? Yet despite that, my skin feels a little too tight at the thought of him watching.
To my surprise, it’s not fear that has my heart skipping a beat, and I shake my head at the foolishness. I already have two mates, that’s two more than I ever expected. Something tells me that Cassius wouldn’t be an easy mate, and would demand everything from the woman he finally claims.
Shaking off my wandering thoughts, I focus on getting out of bed.
If I linger much longer, we’ll fuck again, and I very much doubt either of them will let me leave the bed until I once more fall into an exhausted sleep. Stryker chuckles lightly, as if sensing my predicament. Before I can pout, he slips his hands around my waist, then lifts me away and deposits me on the edge of the bed.
Soren grumbles in his sleep before flopping onto his stomach with a scowl.
Stryker leans up, kisses my naked shoulder, then nudges me, silently pointing to a pile of clothes by the door. “We’ll follow shortly.”
I stand, not the least bit bothered about being naked in front of them, not after everything we did to each other. I grab the clothes, blinking in surprise when I find they are new, and I can’t help wondering how they are magically able to keep bringing me new outfits.
Not that I’m complaining.
As I slip on the shoes, I marvel that everything fits like they were tailored for me. Lifting my arms over my head, I stretch lazily, surprised I’m not sore.
Hmmmm, magical dick indeed.
I should be walking bowlegged and wobbling.
Instead, I’ve beendickmatized.
Or maybe I’m adickted.
Or Soren is just adicktable?
I could definitely see where a magical dick could come in handy. I smooth my hands over my wild hair, but it springs up just as unruly around me, and I give up without even trying.
I glance at the guys over my shoulder, a smirk on my lips at seeing the two of them sleeping side by side. I’m not sure what draws my eye more—Stryker’s gorgeous chest, or Soren’s firm ass.
Both are a work of art.
With one more appreciative look, I detour to the bathroom. I finish quickly, then splash water on my face to help me wake up. When I turn off the water, my eyes catch on the deep gouges in the wood next to the sink—claw marks.
A deep blush fills my face as I recall what happened, and I dip my fingers into the grooves, loving that Stryker lost control because of me. I’ve never considered myself beautiful and accepted that a long time ago.
Yet, when he looks at me, I feel beautiful for the first time.
Smiling down at the already healing counter, I head into the kitchen with a skip in my steps…only to falter when I see Cassius and Porter waiting expectantly at the counter. Porter is hidden behind a large cup of coffee, only his burnt orange eyes visible as he scans me from head to toe.
