Page 68 of Revenge is a Witch

“Let go,” Derek breathes into my neck, his voice rough with need. His hand tightens ever so slightly around my throat, while Sebastian’s fingers gently tug at my nipples, sending electric sparks of pleasure through me.

And with that, I break, falling over the edge as waves of pleasure crash over me. My entire body tenses and then releases, my breath coming in ragged gasps as both of them hold me steady, keeping me grounded in the storm.

When it’s over, Derek presses a soft kiss to the side of my neck, his lips lingering there for a moment as he whispers, “You’re amazing.”

Sebastian moves in front of me, his hands cupping my face, his eyes searching mine. He leans in, kissing me slowly, tenderly, as if to remind me that between the intensity and passion, there’s something deeper, something real.

As I catch my breath, my body still buzzing from the aftermath, I can't help but grin. The connection between us is undeniable, and it’s not just the physical heat—there’s something deeper, something almost tangible. But because I’mme, I can’t let the moment pass without stirring the pot just a little.

I stretch lazily, sliding back into the sheets and giving both of them a smirk. “So... am I going to have to start grading you two now? Because I feel like things could’ve been a little more... competitive.”

Derek raises an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. “Competitive, huh?”

Sebastian, ever the cocky one, leans in, his voice a low purr. “Careful what you ask for, witch. You might not be able to handle the competition.”

I let out a playful laugh, wiggling deeper under the covers, pulling them both with me. “Oh, please. I’m the one dominating this game, boys. And if you two want to keep up, you’d better bring your A-game next time.”

They exchange a glance, both of them grinning like they’re ready for the challenge, and I can already tell... I might have just riled them up enough to keep me very, very busy tonight.

But hey, if anyone can handle it, it’s me.

Which One?

Both? Both. Both is Good.

My alarm clock blares to life, and without even thinking, I send a sharp jolt of magic in its direction. The poor thing goes flying off the stand, clattering to the floor with a dramatic thud. Well, that’s one way to deal with it.

From across the room, I hear Derek chuckle. “I take it someone doesn’t want to get up today.”

“Mmmph,” I mumble into the pillow, not even bothering to lift my head. “Too tired.”

Sebastian, already leaning against the wall, dressed like he’d been up for hours, smirks. “Your fault entirely, witch.”

I let out a groan, though it’s muffled by the pillow. “Not my fault. You two get a break between rounds, I don’t.”

Derek crosses his arms, grinning. “Hey, you’re the one who thought it’d be smart to challenge a vampire and a wolf shifter. We’ve got natural stamina, remember? Way better than human.” His tone is teasing, but he’s not wrong, and I hate it.

Sebastian laughs softly. “We should probably stop teasing her before she throws whatever magic she used to kill the clock at us.”

Derek leans over, trying to nudge me out of bed. “Come on, you never skip classes.”

I groan even louder, burying my face as deep as possible into the covers. “There’s a first for everything,” I mutter. Derek opens his mouth, about to argue, but I’m quicker. Rolling onto my back, I give Sebastian a pointed look. “Speaking of firsts, last night was a pretty big one for both of us, wasn’t it?” I add with a wink, my voice laced with just the right amount of sass.

Sebastian's lips curve into that smug grin that always gets to me. “Touché, witch,” he says, his tone as smooth as ever, and I can’t help but feel a little too pleased with myself.

Derek shakes his head with a laugh. “Alright, fine. You win today. But you’ve got ten minutes before we drag you out.”

“Deal,” I mumble, already halfway back to sleep. Honestly, who knew playing with a vampire and a wolf could be this exhausting?

I drag myself down the hallway, feeling more like a zombie than a witch on her way to class. The exhaustion from last night clings to me like a second skin. Magical Influences in Society with Professor Bellamy looms ahead, but I can’t even focus on the thought of it when I hear hurried footsteps approaching from behind.

“Zaria!” Skylar’s voice cuts through the haze, and before I know it, both she and Hazel are in front of me, blocking my path.

“What now?” I groan, barely keeping my eyes open.

“The rumors!” Hazel says, her eyes wide, her red hair practically bouncing with excitement. “Are they true?”

I blink at them, my brain trying to catch up. “What rumors?”

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