Page 50 of Revenge is a Witch

“Seriously?” I say, half-laughing, half-exasperated. “Is my room becoming some kind of stop zone for the both of you now?”

They exchange a glance before Derek grins, closing the door behind him. “Being away from you for too long is bad for our health,” he teases.

Sebastian, ever the charmer, adds with a sly grin, “He’s right. We’re in withdrawal.”

I can’t tell if they’re joking or if it’s a mate-bond thing, but either way, my head feels like it’s swimming in confusion. With a sigh, I toss my bag down and flop onto the bed next to Sebastian.

“Today was mentally exhausting,” I groan, my brain still spinning from everything—Kyla, Sam, the potions class, and now these two.

Sebastian leans over, his tone dipping suggestively. “Well, you know… we could always make you feel better.”

His implication is clear, and I blush at the thought, feeling the heat rise in my cheeks. This whole situation is still so new and confusing, and as much as I want to dive into things, I have a million questions. I glance between them, trying to gather my thoughts before speaking.

“I actually… have some questions,” I admit, my voice a bit hesitant. “About the double-mate thing. This is really new territory for me, and I’m still figuring out what I can and can’t do around you both.”

Derek pulls the desk chair closer, sitting directly across from me while Sebastian shifts on the bed beside me, both of them clearly intrigued. “Ask away,” Derek says with a small smile, leaning forward slightly.

I take a deep breath. “Like this morning… Sebastian kissed me goodbye in front of you, Derek, and then you kissed me goodbye too. I just… I don’t know how it’s supposed to work with you both. What’s okay? What isn’t?”

Sebastian chuckles softly. “You’re worried about kissing us in front of each other? Zaria, we’re not idiots. We know things happen behind closed doors.”

My face flushes red again as I realize how ridiculous I sound, but I try to explain. “It’s not just that… I’m not used to kissing guys in general. Let alone figuring out how it works with two boyfriends.”

At that, Derek and Sebastian exchange a wicked glance, and my stomach flips in anticipation. Derek slides onto the bed beside me, close enough that I can feel the heat from his body,while Sebastian stays on my other side, their energy buzzing around me.

Derek smirks. “It works like this.”

Before I can even process what’s happening, Derek tilts my chin up and presses his lips against mine, his kiss deep and intense. A small, surprised whimper escapes me, but before I can catch my breath, I feel Sebastian’s lips brushing against the back of my neck, sending shivers down my spine.

I’m trapped between them, utterly overwhelmed in the best possible way. Derek’s hands move down to rub my thighs as Sebastian tugs gently on my hair, turning my head so his lips can replace Derek’s. The transition is seamless, and Sebastian’s kiss is just as hungry, just as demanding.

It’s a whirlwind of sensation—two pairs of lips, two sets of hands, and my head spinning as my body reacts in ways I didn’t know it could. By the time they pull away, I’m left breathless, my heart pounding in my chest as I try to regain some semblance of composure.

Both boys pull back just enough to give me space, grinning like they know exactly what they’ve done. I’m still reeling from the whirlwind of kisses and hands that were all over me just a moment ago. Trying to regain my composure, I clear my throat and muster my best flustered, sarcastic insult, “You two… are absolute idiots, you know that?”

Derek grins, his eyes sparkling mischievously as he leans back slightly. “Yeah, but we’re your idiots.”

Sebastian chuckles from the other side, his arm still casually draped behind me. “And you wouldn’t have it any other way, Z.”

I shoot them both a glare, but it lacks any real venom. They’re not wrong, which is the most annoying part. Somehow, in the span of a weekend, I’ve gone from wondering if I’d ever date anyone to being caught between two guys who are now casuallysharing me like it’s the most natural thing in the world. And to make it worse, they’re getting along. Too well.

“Could you at least pretend to not like each other so much?” I mutter, trying to cool the heat still lingering in my face. “It’s creeping me out.”

Derek just smirks, nudging me playfully. “You love it.”

I roll my eyes, but before I can come up with a comeback, the thing I’ve been avoiding starts to gnaw at me. My questions. My… concerns.

“So, uh…” I start, not even sure how to phrase what I’m thinking. “I get that you’re both… aware of what happens behind closed doors. But, uh… there’s something I should probably mention.”

Sebastian raises an eyebrow, leaning in slightly. “What’s on your mind?”

I can feel my cheeks heating up again, and I look down at my hands, twisting them nervously. “Well… I’m not exactly… experienced with all of this. I mean… intimacy. It’s kind of an awkward conversation to have, but…”

Both of them lean forward, clearly sensing my discomfort, and I can tell they’re trying to understand what I’m saying. But how do I even begin to explain this? My brain feels like it’s short-circuiting. I don’t know how to say it without sounding completely ridiculous.

Then, to my absolute horror, Derek—of course it’s Derek—grins and says, “Wait… you don’t know which one of us you want to have sex with first because you’re a virgin?”

My eyes widen in shock, and I’m pretty sure my soul just left my body for a solid three seconds. I can’t even bring myself to respond, so I just… nod.

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