Page 65 of Revenge is a Witch

"Definitely good trouble," I whisper, as Derek’s lips trail down my collarbone, sending shivers through my entire body.

In this moment, I feel completely safe, utterly desired, and for once, entirely at peace. They’re here, and they’re mine, and that thought alone makes everything worth it.

After the shower, the three of us towel off and make our way to the bed, still dripping with both water and the lingering heat of everything that just happened. As I sit down, my mind is a swirling mix of emotions, thoughts, and a whole lot of "what the hell is my life right now?"—but in the best way possible.

I glance at Derek and Sebastian, both of them eyeing me with that same mix of desire and affection. It’s overwhelming, but it's also grounding, knowing that I’m not just caught up in some whirlwind of passion. There’s something real here, something deeper. My heart skips as I sit back on the bed, feeling like the center of their universe. I can feel their eyes on me, and there’s this unspoken energy that hangs between us—something more than just physical attraction.

I grin playfully, patting the space next to me. “Come here,” I say to Derek, teasingly summoning him like he’s my loyal wolf. He rolls his eyes, but the grin on his face shows that he’s not offended—if anything, he’s into it. He slides onto the bed beside me, his hand brushing my thigh as he sits close, his warmth still radiating from the shower.

Sebastian stands at the end of the bed, watching us with a look that’s both intense and... hungry? But there’s no rush. No need for quick movements or words. We’ve all settled into this strange new dynamic, and I feel like this is exactly how it’s meant to be.

I lean back against Derek’s chest, his arms wrapping around me in a way that feels protective, grounding. His lips find the curve of my neck, brushing against my skin, sending little sparks through me. But it’s not rushed. There’s a tenderness in how he’s touching me now, like he knows exactly what I need before I even have to say it.

Sebastian’s eyes flick between us, his gaze locking on mine with a mix of admiration and desire. I give him a small nod, silently inviting him to join.

As he comes closer, I stretch out between them, my body settling into the warmth of Derek’s embrace as Sebastian kneels at the foot of the bed. The way they look at me isn’t just about lust—it’s about something more, something raw and real. I feel seen, like they’re both here not just for what they want, but for what I need, too.

“Z,” Sebastian’s voice is soft, and his hand brushes my leg, trailing up slowly. His touch is light, almost reverent, and it makes me shiver.

Derek kisses the side of my neck, his lips barely grazing the skin there as his hands explore, his fingers gliding along my waist, never rushing, never pushing.

“Don’t think too much,” Derek whispers against my ear, his breath warm and soothing. “We’re here for you.”

I laugh softly, rolling my eyes. “Trust me, thinking’s not really the problem right now.”

But as I say it, I realize it’s true. For once, I’m not overthinking. I’m just... feeling. And it’s not just about being physically close to them. It’s about how they make me feel—wanted, cherished, desired in a way that’s not just about now but about everything. Every touch, every glance feels like it’s part of something bigger than just the moment.

Sebastian’s hand trails up my leg, his fingers brushing along my skin, and I can’t help the way my body reacts, the way my breath catches. Derek’s lips continue to explore my neck, his touch steady, reassuring.

I feel Derek’s hand slide down my arm, fingers lacing through mine. I squeeze his hand gently, and when I look up, Sebastian’s gaze meets mine. There’s something electric in the air between the three of us—something that goes beyond physicality. It’s likewe’re connected in a way I can’t quite explain, but I know I never want to lose.

I run my hand slowly down my stomach, my breath catching in my throat as Sebastian's hands trail up my calves and thighs, his fingers gently pressing into the soft skin of my hips. There’s a heat building between us, the kind that makes everything else fade away—the room, the worries, the plans. Right now, it’s just the three of us.

Sebastian leans down, his breath warm against my skin as he traces a path along my inner thighs, leaving a trail of fire in his wake. I can't help but let out a soft moan as his mouth presses against me, his lips brushing my skin in a way that sends shivers up my spine. I tangle my fingers in his hair, pulling him closer as I feel Derek shift beside me, his body heat pressing into mine.

Derek’s hands find their way to my waist, his touch slow, deliberate. There’s no rush, no urgency—just the overwhelming feeling of being wanted, desired, by both of them. I let my hand glide between my thighs, feeling the slick heat building as I reach for Derek. He groans softly, his hand covering mine as he guides my movements, and the connection between us deepens.

Sebastian’s tongue teases me, his touch light but maddeningly precise. Every flick sends waves of pleasure through me, making it hard to focus on anything but the way my body reacts. My breath hitches as Derek’s hands roam over my body, his fingers grazing my skin in a way that makes me arch into him.

“Do you see what he’s doing to me, Derek?” I murmur, my voice breathless but filled with affection. There’s something intoxicating about being the center of their attention, knowing they both care enough to make me feel this way.

Sebastian’s mouth moves with a hunger that makes me tremble, and I can hear Derek's low chuckle beside me, his eyes meeting mine as he leans down to kiss my neck. “I see everything, Z,” he whispers against my skin, his lips brushingmy ear as his hand moves down my body. “You look so beautiful right now.”

I can feel Sebastian’s gaze lift from between my legs, his eyes dark with desire as he takes in the way I’m reacting to them both. The connection between us isn’t just physical—it’s something more, something that feels so right, even in the chaos of everything else.

There’s a moment where all I can feel is them—Derek’s warmth pressed into me from one side, Sebastian’s soft, teasing touch from the other. It’s overwhelming but in the best way possible. Sebastian’s fingers slip inside me, his touch both gentle and commanding, and my breath hitches at the sensation. His mouth finds its place, his lips warm against my most sensitive spot, teasing me with a slow, maddening rhythm. I can’t help but let out a gasp, the tension building between us as Derek, his hand tangled in my hair, holds me close. His chin rests on my forehead, and I can feel the heat of his breath as my lips part, a soft moan escaping me when Sebastian adds another finger, pressing against me in ways that make it impossible to stay quiet.

“Seb’s about to make me lose it, Derek,” I murmur, my voice low but laced with humor, though I want to make sure Derek’s just as in tune as I am. It feels like I’m offering them both something, a piece of myself that neither can take for granted.

Derek's hand tightens ever so slightly in my hair, his other hand tracing the curve of my body, his eyes dark with desire as he watches every reaction play out on my face. “I’m right here,” he murmurs, his voice gravelly, as I work my hand down his body, fingers trailing over him in a way that makes him groan.

Sebastian’s breath is ragged against my skin, his movements almost desperate now. “I want more, Z,” he says, voice strained as though the very thought of not having me fully is unbearable.

I bite my lip, looking at Derek for reassurance, but his grin tells me everything I need to know. “I think we both want to make you feel good,” Derek says, his voice filled with a possessive affection, his gaze flicking between me and Sebastian.

Sebastian pulls away just enough to look up at me, his usual smirk slightly faltering under the weight of his need. “You know I’m good at following orders,” he teases, the mischief in his eyes returning.

The way they banter back and forth about me, like I’m the center of their world, makes my heart race faster. “Well, boys,” I say, barely able to keep the smile off my lips as the intensity builds. “You’d better keep up then, because I’m not slowing down.”

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