Page 141 of Blue Moon Mistress

I lose track of whose hands belong to whom.

They drive me to a frenzy too and I can’t focus long enough to know whose mouth is on mine, whose tongue is inside me… whose cock is the first to press into my well prepared pussy.

All I know for certain is that I want to keep them for all of my future full moons and every day in between.

When our blood finally starts to cool, and our bodies ease, it’s Chase who’s still inside of me. But the others are right there too.

They all look a little dazed.

“I told you those urges would still be strong.” I kiss Johnny on the nose and pull myself up from the floor. “I’m going to go clean up. Someone get your burgers started.”

Thomas reaches for me, but his swipe misses my ankle and I skip away before they can drag me back down… because I would go willingly.

There are a few things in this world that are powerful enough they can break curses and heal impossible wounds…

What’s inside me right now can do more than any of the men on my living room floor might think.

The opportunity for life, freely given, is a powerful tool. I just need to collect it.

I pluck the rhodonite wand from its place on the vanity and whisper sacred words against its polished surface.

Another time—after a long conversation—I’d use the emerald and stowed away in the chest at the end of my bed. But for tonight, the spell is to remove, not to keep. I pull the jar I’d prepped for this from the shelf beside the tub and slide the wand across my abdomen. More whispered words and the spell pulls every last drop of them back out of me and into the jar.

My womb immediately feels as though their come was replaced by ice.

If that cold is any indication… my body wants to keep them just as much as my mind and heart do.

My body wants…

That frigid feeling dissipates almost as quickly as it came.

If they were just men, I could consider using that emerald wand without the promise of something more… but werewolves are possessive and territorial. They could leave me alone if they decide they don’t want me, but if there was a child involved…

I screw the lid of the jar down tight.

With a quick kiss to the jar, I place it and the wand in the cupboard for tomorrow morning’s spell.

A spell that should leave all five of us perfectly relaxed and free of anything resembling stress for the next week.

Sex magic comes with some delicious perks.

“Hey Scarlette?”

I slip on my robe but I don’t belt it as I go out to the kitchen.

Chase has his head tilted to the side and Thomas is holding his necklace up and away from his chest. The amber dangling.

“What’s wrong?”

“They’re hot again.”

I go to Johnny because he’s closest. His finger pressed between the cording and his wrist keeps the stone off his skin and when I touch it, I jerk my hand immediately back.

They’re not hot… they’re burning.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” I stare at the stone for a long moment before voicing what I knew the second I felt that heat. “Someone is trying to steal you from me.”

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