Page 48 of The Rebel Witch

“So pretty,” he whispered as his fingertips traced the likely rosy-skinned cheeks. It would be gone by morning. Gray never left a mark even when I kind of wanted him to.

Trent stared down where his cock disappeared into my mouth. “Beautiful. Being together again… It was worth the wait.”

“Worth every second,” Gray agreed, and I felt him between my spread legs. “But never again.”

They’d been the ones who waited. They’d been the ones who bore all the pain of those long years, and I wouldn’t have been able to blame them if they’d found a way to move on without me. Instead they’d remained steadfast. They’d protected everything I loved so it was all here when I returned.

I felt Gray’s big cock sliding along my pussy, getting good and wet from the arousal he’d drawn out of me.

My whole body went on alert, nipples tightening in preparation for what was going to be a good couple of minutes.

I let my teeth scrape lightly across Trent’s cock, eliciting a deep groan from him. His hand tightened on my hair, and he gave me another inch, his cock starting to tickle the back of my throat. Lucky for him my gag reflex was well controlled. It had to be because my men liked to fuck my mouth.

Then I was the one groaning as I felt that magnificent stretch that came when Gray slid his cock inside me.

I would never get used to fucking him. It was always a revelation.

I concentrated on Trent’s cock as Gray started to work his way deep, his hands gripping my hips, though there was no way I was going anywhere.

He stroked inside me, thrusting in until I’d taken every inch of that demon cock of his.

They seemed to find a rhythm between them, Trent thrusting while Gray withdrew, and then the reverse. I didn’t care. All that mattered was being here with them and the wild pleasure that built through my whole system. It wasn’t more than a few strokes and I was flying on that high. Trent fisted my hair as he filled my mouth with his unique essence.

And then I heard Gray curse as though he wanted this to last longer but he couldn’t hold out. He held himself tight against me as he came.

A peace descended over me, and the hands that had held me down now stroked me with what I could only read as deep affection.

Trent knelt down, a big grin on his face. “You okay, baby? You like Gray’s weird sex toy? He’s got some wild ones in here.”

“You should see what you can do with a vibrator on the Hell plane,” Gray said with a happy sigh.

I was ready for everything these men could give me.

The night had barely begun.

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Liv

I came awake to the nicest sensation. Warmth. Coziness. The blanket must have gotten wrapped around me sometime during my sleep, and it felt like I was being held in the sweetest way possible.

I cuddled down, and for a second I could fool myself. I could pretend the last twelve years had been a terrible dream and I’d never gone to Wyoming, and I would get up and Casey and I would dance around each other and I would sit in Kelsey’s office and go over midterms while she worked. At some point in time little Lee would walk in and we would go grab some lunch, all four of us, while we talked through Kelsey’s latest case. There was always some dumbass in the supernatural world who needed a detective. Mostly silly things like who was sleeping with who, and why did my supposedly werewolf child suddenly look so catlike? Then it would be all about stopping the pack war that the revelation of why Johnny had whiskers would surely start.

Damn, but I loved that time.

I breathed, trying to stay in that twilight between sleeping and being wide awake.

Wide awake sucked.

At least I hadn’t had the dream the night before. I’d actually slept and hadn’t dreamed. I wasn’t sure why since it had been over a decade since I hadn’t woken up screaming.

Why should I scream? It was over. It had been horrible, and I was giving those wretched dead witches space in my head, and that wasn’t justice. There might not be justice for me, but there could be some semblance of peace if I only allowed myself to find it.

Or I could fuck over everyone here and get my place at Myrddin’s side back.

Why was this even a question in my head?

“Stop wriggling,” a deep voice said. “I was up late doing research, and then someone pushed a heavy dresser in front of my door.”

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