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“You smell like a garden in springtime,” he says.

Okay, scratch that. Maybe his brain has broken... worse?

Eventually, I can’t take the guilt anymore and grip Roscoe’s hand, tugging him into my bedroom. We need to have a conversation about how tonight went. How I kissed Zeph and Dante and Fabian.

“I feel like I fucked up,” I rasp. “I kissed them all. It felt like I barely knew where I was, but that doesn’t excuse anything.”

“I’m pretty confident you were all drugged, honey. So even if I minded, I couldn’t hold it against you.”

I shake my head, clearing my throat and wiping my sweaty palms on my jeans. “If it were the other way around. Say I found you sandwiched between two women, getting it on with them both, I don’t think I’d be cool about it.”

I’d want to flay them alive. But I keep that tidbit to myself.

He surprised me by grinning at me. “Jealous, sweetheart? You have nothing to worry about there. I’m all about one particular witch. My eyes and dick work for no other.”

Roscoe then drops onto the bed, tugging me with him until I’m seated in his lap.

“How could I not be cool about it? I saw the chemistry between you and Zeph from the minute you met, and you and Fabian were cute enough to make t-shirts with your faces on just last month. Plus, do you not remember the other night? The whole three-way action we had going on with Z? That shit was hot as hell.” He pulls me into a hug and I lean my head against his chest.

“I know I’m not perfect, Silver. And I know they have qualities I don’t have. They can bring things to the table I have no chance of. Even Dante. That dude is cool as shit. Plus, I know how much you witches love your orgies. I figured it was probably how you roll.”

I quirk an eyebrow. While it’s true that orgies are pretty common in the witch community, and witches don’t tend to have monogamous relationships, it’s never exactly been my thing. Witches tend to fuck at orgies, which is where most witches end up being conceived. They then join covens which are like their own brand of unhealthy, semi-toxic family.

None of that appeals to me.

“Mages are a little different.” He shrugs, seeming unbothered by this entire conversation. “They tend to stick to singlepartners. But it’s not like any of us have had stellar examples of healthy relationships in our lives. Fabian’s parents were a toxic mess. Zeph’s mom is a horrible bitch and her vamp husband is a creep. My parents both died before I knew what was what. I figure they were happy enough when they were alive, but who knows? Then Felix is not exactly someone you look to for any kind of guidance.”

I hug him harder. “Well, I guess we’ll feel our way through. Not that I think Zeph wants a relationship. Or Dante either. And Fabian still doesn’t know me from a hole in the wall.”

“You’d be surprised, I think,” he says, rubbing small circles on my back. “Not many people accept Zeph for himself, and Dante strikes me as someone who doesn’t have many people in his life.” He snorts. “I also can’t imagine he’s as willing to bend over backwards with anyone the way he is with you. Mark my words, sweetheart, this won’t be the last time you find yourself as the filling in a sexy sandwich. Just... next time, make sure you invite me.”

21

Fabian

Iwake up with a seriously confusing case of blue balls.

It seems to be a new standard way for me to feel the first thing in the morning these days. Like every night I dream of a sexy vixen that stares up at me with eyes I could get lost in. She pouts her luscious lips before sinking down to her knees and sucking my already rock hard cock into her mouth. My dream girl then proceeds to give me the best head of my life, licking and sucking me deep until I blow my load down her delicate throat. She then smiles up at me and it’s pure fucking sunshine and sin all wrapped into one.

And then I wake up.

Horny as fuck and confused as hell, since I can never remember what her face looks like.

It makes me feel like shit, frankly. As though I’m getting off to a body with no features. I’ve become one of those people that fucks a robot and thinks she’s his girlfriend and yet still never bothers to check if it was good for her.

This morning, just like every other morning over the past week, I head to the shower and miserably jerk off until my cum splashes down the drain. I’m quick with it, since it’s more a necessity than anything.

I’m also in Zeph’s apartment rather than the one we share over in The Spire. And, from my weirdly hazy memories of last night, there were a few of us that couldn’t be bothered to makethe trek home. The last thing I want is for there to be a queue for the bathroom because I took too long fucking my hand.

The other reason I’m quick is because recently it makes me kinda morose that the only action I’m getting is via my hand. Not that I’m interested in going out and getting laid or anything, and not that I want to keep harping on about my dick, but still.

I’m pretty sure that either Roscoe or Z have a pretty steady woman they’re seeing. I keep seeing signs of her. An extra toothbrush in the bathroom, those hair tie thingies that seem to be everywhere all at once. The fruity body wash I can’t help lather myself up with...

Fine. Sure. Imayhave coated my hand up with it to help with lubrication in the shower.

But fuck, something about the scent had me going off in record time.

Okay, that’s enough about my jerking off habits. Seriously.

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