Page 95 of Waltzing With Witches

It seems like hours later that the pleasure fades. Ben is still moving in and out of me with measured, regular strokes. “Oh God,” I groan aloud. I could go again.

And we do go again. Ben takes me from behind while I ride Abe. And then he holds Abe still while I ride his face. We fuck for hours until we eventually pass out.

As I fall asleep in Abe’s arms, Ben’s covers wrapped comfortably around us, it occurs to me that I’ve never been this happy.

I just hope it lasts.

When I blink my eyes open the following morning, a folded slip of paper lies on top of Abe’s pillow. Smiling, I grab it and sit up, unfolding it.

I know it’s his handwriting—it’s scrolled and elegant and beautiful—just like he is.

My witch -

Find me when you wake.

A

Ibring the letter to my nose and inhale. The faintest scent of pine and lemon still clings to the thick sheet of paper. My muscles are sore from last night’s play. Reaching above my head, I slap the wall playfully. “You were naughty as hell last night, Ben!”

He rewards me with a playful slam of all the doors in our room.

“Kinda hot, though,” I mutter. My mind spins with all the ways Abe, Ben, and I could play together. Ben must be considering it too, because there’s a sudden tension in the sentiment I sense from him.

I roll out of bed and stroke my fingers along the wall as I head for the closet. A deep groan echoes from somewhere in the bowels of the castle.

“Are you teasing Ben?”

Abe’s deep voice shocks me, and I jump, whirling in place. His eyes fall to the bounce of my breasts before venturing farther down. He makes a leisurely pass back up my frame as I cross my arms and give him a stern look.

“Still scaring me, I see.”

He waves the comment away. “You were distracted, playing with our house.”

My cheeks heat. “Well, umm…” I can’t think of a thing to say.

Abe crosses the space between us and presses me up against the wall. “Vampires are very sexually creative, witch. There’s no limit to the fantasies you can conjure up that I’m not willing to partake in with you. Assuming Ben is willing to keep me from biting you. Or that you’re down with the muzzle I bought.”

My cheeks flame hotter than the sun. “Muzzle? What?”

He hovers his lips just above mine, fangs descending as he noses my chin upward so he can bite his way down my neck. “Muzzle, yes. Would you like to be shared?” His breath is warm against my throat, but his words pull goose bumps to my skin. “Maybe have someone or a whole host of someones in bed with us?”

“You don’t strike me as the type of man who’d want to share his mate,” I manage between increasingly hard breaths.

His dark chuckle makes my pussy clench around nothing.

“Whatever would bring us pleasure together is what I’m interested in, Morgan. Would you like me to fuck you while you ride another male? Or female?” he tacks on.

I can barely catch my breath around his suggestion. “Maybe,” I admit. “I’ve never—”

“I can guide you.” His warm tongue trails to the hollow at the base of my throat. “Maybe you’d like to be mounted by a centaur while I watch. Hmm? What do you think about that?”

“Oh God! Abe,” I gasp, clawing my way down his chest. I’m on fire, and only he can save me. “Help me, please,” I beg.

In a moment, he drops to both knees and buries his face between my thighs. My period stopped yesterday, but that doesn’t seem to deter him. He rubs his mouth from side to side over my clit, both hands sliding up the back of my thighs to grip my ass. My head hits the wall, both eyes rolling back as he wrings every ounce of pleasure he can from my abused body.

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