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Tobias shook his head against my shoulder. “I need to hear it, Dorothy. Tell me exactly what you want.”

“Fuck me.” I breathed out in desperation. “Please Tobias. Please just… I want you to take me.”

He pressed the head back in, and I clenched on the little bit of ecstasy that he offered. I sank down, pulling him in another inch, then he met my efforts to give me two more. I kept going, taking him a little at a time, until he was buried in to his base.

“Is this what you want?” His words were strained as I fully embraced his cock. He remained completely still as I adjusted to his size, and he kept that harsh hold on my hips to prevent me from moving for him.

Friction. Ineededfriction. But he wouldn’t give it to me without verbal consent.

“Y-yes. God, yes.” I grabbed his hands, and I put them back on my breasts. He obliged me with another tug on each sensitive bead. “Tobias.” My voice was so breathy. His stillness was driving me mad. “Please. Show me how you want me, Tobias.”

Those seemed to be the key words he needed. Immediately Tobias grabbed my hips. He unsheathed himself, pushed me onto my stomach, shoved my legs apart with his knees, and he lifted my hips, forcing me up on all fours. To assure I couldn’t reposition, he hooked his shins over my calves, so he had all of the control over how wide I was spread for him.

And then he inched back in at an excruciatingly slow pace. His cock hit different at this angle, and I was bunching the sheets in my fists as he reached full depth.

With the heel of his hand, Tobias drew a line of pressure down my spine, then he held my hips and massaged the small of my back with his thumbs. He said nothing as he withdrew to his tip, and I cried out when he slammed back in so hard he nearly sent me back down on my stomach.

He braced my hips as he drove his perfect cock in and out of me, again and again and again.

“Let’s have no more confusion between us, Dorothy. This is how I want you.” He kept going until I was falling off the cliff of pleasure. When I clenched on his cock, that only goaded him on more. “This is how I’ve wanted you since the moment I got my human body back.” I was still rolling as he continued to fuck me. “This is how I’ll always want you.” I was bordering on a compounding orgasm as he hit that spot relentlessly. “And I’ll show you that as many times as you need me to.”

“Then mark me.” I must have been losing my mind. “I want you to mark me just like Leon did.”

I knew those words hit him right when his cock tensed, his fingers dug into my hips, and he filled me with a guttural groan. He drew in a sharp breath, and he was frozen by his own release. It was slow that he pulled out. It was tender that he moved down my body. I kept still as he pressed his lips to my pussy, and as he dipped in his tongue, tasting our mixed orgasms. I was shaking when he fluttered kisses to my ass cheeks, and I let him do as he pleased when he grabbed me roughly again, flipped me onto my back, and shoved my legs wide.

Tobias blew softly on my throbbing and sensitive clit. He kissed my folds, then the apex of my thighs.

And he bit down hard, leaving his mark where only a lover would ever see it. He sucked, he nipped, and he made me his.

While his claim slowly formed on my skin, Tobias crawled back up my body, and he connected our lips with painful gentleness. I could taste both of our blood and both of our come mixed on his tongue. I don’t know why I liked that so much.

I laced my fingers through his silky hair, and I kept us connected as long as he’d let me. And as that gentle friction between our bodies got him hard again, I wrapped my legs around his waist.

Tobias was so much more than my emotional support. So, so much more, and I might have never met the true him if I’d not ended up in Oz.

Once we were both sated, I drifted off into the best sleep I’d ever experienced that night with that thought heavy on my mind.

When I met the Wizard tomorrow to ask for my wish, did I truly want to go back to that old life?

Chapter 24

Arms crossed, I leaned against the wall of the hallway, escaping the suffocating confines of our assigned spaces. The puppy had slipped into Dorothy’s room, the lion was asleep, and Talos was likely as annoyed by these nights as I was. I considered slipping into his room for company, but I’d had a touch too muchcompanylately, and it was starting to make me question myself.

In the morning, we’d speak to the Wizard, and in theory, we’d all have our curses reversed. I’d go back to having normal human feelings, Talos would be able to speak to everyone, the beast man would be able to shift, and Dorothy and her mutt would go home to wherever the fuck Kansas was.

The thought made me frown, andthatreaction annoyed me. Why would any of that be a bad thing? I was the one who’d instigated this journey to begin with. I once felt everything so vividly, from love to lust to happiness, and I wanted that back. The way the dog’s heart beat for his master was once how I felt about Grunhilda, after all—the stolen glances and desperate need to have affection returned. Misguided infatuation, sure, and I very quickly learned my lesson, but that didn’t negate that there was once a time where that was exhilarating and tense and visceral and terrifying. I missed that chaos.

I chuckled at the thought. Was I jealous of Tobias, or did I pity him? These idle thoughts were difficult to navigate as my brain battled with itself, one side enjoying the freedom of being dead inside, and one side envying the butterflies and heart flutters that I’d lost. Physical pain and the ripples of orgasm were all I had left, while my idle smiles and laughs and taunting was little more than act to appear more human. I’d integrated myself well in this group, as we all made allowances for each other’s quirks, but did I deserve their friendship when the protection I offered was a lie?

Maybe that was what I saw in Dorothy. An actress, she’d called herself: someone who fakes a personality to win over an audience of strangers.Wewere the same just like Talos and I were the same. Yet in my soulless existence, what was that pang in my chest whenever I thought about these things? I didn’t have a heart anymore, so it wasn’t care. I didn’t have the portions of my brain that could muster empathy or compassion, so itcertainlywasn’t love. It was more like a dull discomfort. An illness, perhaps.

I rolled my head to the side, absently fixating my gaze on her door, then I rubbed my neck where the barbed wire scars still lingered.

Once everything changes tomorrow, and we all go our separate ways, these thoughts will go away.The kind and honest Crowe would live again, and the immortal demon scarecrow would die the death he deserved.

That was what I wanted, right?

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