Page 44 of Blue Moon Mistress

The only question is when all this will wear off… when I’ll stop being horny all the effing time.

Thomas devours me with his eyes and licks his lips. “Could you do something to make it so no one came onto your property?”

I don’t hide my confusion at the seemingly sharp veer of subject. “There’s a fairly simple spell, yes.”

He nods and his hand goes to his belt. “Good. One day, when you’ve got all four of us out here at your mercy, I want you to do that spell, and then, I want to have you naked, all to ourselves for a whole weekend.”

“I’ll see what I can do.” My eyes are locked on his hands. “But I can’t be the only one who’s naked.”

“Oh, you won’t be.” His belt pulled free, he makes quick work of his zipper, but he pulls off his shirt first and I get a beautiful look at his chest before I’m distracted.

Because as soon as he kicks his pants off, he’s just as naked as I am, and I consider telling him I’m not the only one who needs to be sculpted.

“If the other teachers knew what you were hiding under those khakis…”

He laughs and a faint pink tinges his cheeks.

It only makes him look sexier.

It would be too easy to fall in love with this man… with any of them.

Reaching toward him, I open and close my fingers in a grabby motion. “Come here.”

“Let me grab a condom.”

“Do youwantto use one?” I ask, drawing him up short. “Anything you might have had was burned out of your system when you shifted on Halloween. I haven’t slept with anyone but the four of you since I got tested a year or so ago…”

“What about kids? None of us want to put you in a position that might… inconvenience you.”

“You won’t. I’ve got that covered.” I’m not in that part of my cycle, I haven’t done any fertility rituals… and even if there was a freak accident, I know how to handle that too.

He looks a little unsure, so I hold out my hands to him. “If you want to get one, you can… but either way, I need you inside of me.”

There’s a moment’s hesitation, but barely that, and he comes back to me.

His lips kiss a searing line up my stomach and I reach over my head, grabbing the other edge of the mattress to keep myself from trying to guide him.

I want Thomas. And I need to know what that actually means.

As soon as he reaches my collarbone, his teeth graze my skin and then, he makes his way back down, hands drawing the lines his mouth would follow.

His strong hands grip my knees, and he brushes his thumbs over the skin there.

“Beautiful?”

“Mmhmm?”

“I want you to tell me the second I do something you don’t like.”

“I will.”

“Good.”

His mouth is on me before I register that he’s even moved and I flinch against the pleasure of his lips.

“That, I definitely like.”

The chuckle that brushes across my pussy makes me shiver.

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