Page 73 of Claiming Sarah

“I don’t care!” I nearly wailed.

Deacon nodded to Jac, and Jac climbed on top of me. He thrust straight in, filling me up. Our moans of pleasure mingled and Deacon kissed me, like he needed to devour me whole. He moved up the bed and sat behind me, a leg on either side of us. His cock was tantalizingly just out of reach. He petted my forehead and watched us with greedy, seductive eyes.

Jac lowered his head and kissed me, then reached up for Deacon’s cock and fisted him in time with his thrusts.

Each stroke inside of me was another brush against my G-spot. Or G-spots. I wasn’t sure how the Mother Test had changed me, but since I passed it, everything was different, including my body. My good spot had become my good everything, bigger and more sensitive. It made sex much more intense, so watching Jac jerk Deacon off while he fucked me made my body shake with pure desire.

Deacon growled deep in his throat as Jac’s movements sped up inside of me, matching the rhythm of his hand stroking Deacon’s shaft. “You’re gonna make me fuck your mouth, aren’t you?”

“Counting on it,” Jac said, like a challenge.

Deacon knelt next to me and obliged him. Wrapping his fingers in Jac’s long hair, he guided his cock straight into Jac’s mouth, giving me a close up view of Deacon fucking Jac’s throat, as Jac fucked me. I adored seeing them together like that, so full of lust and love for each other, with me sandwiched in between.

Deacon glanced down at me, his eyes hot and hungry. “You like watching me defile his mouth, don’t you, Consort?”

Nodding frantically, I cocked my hips up, riding Jac’s cock from beneath him. He groaned as I took all of him deep inside me and squeezed tight, and Deacon held his head still for his own personal use.

“And now you’re fucking him, too,” Deacon said as I used my legs around Jac’s waist to make him sink to the hilt. “I love watching that.”

“Yes,” I whispered, working myself against Jac, every thrust getting me closer. When I came, my nails dug into Jac’s ribs as I howled, pulsing around his cock as my orgasm consumed me.

It was then that Deacon finally pulled out of Jac’s mouth and released him, allowing Jac to lose control inside of me, whippinghis body into mine, roaring as he did. His eyes were wild, like his driving thrusts, and shockingly another orgasm crashed through me. When Jac came, he rammed the deepest yet, and my release hit like a shockwave. I soared away on sensation, lost to the feelings inside of me.

While I tried to regain my bearings, Jac pulled out and moved off of me, and Deacon was right there, filling me up with every single inch of his cock. He bit my shoulder like a feral animal, pumping wildly into my body.

He flipped onto his back so I was on top, his hips jackhammering upward, lighting me up with his cock while Jac reached over and pinched and played with my stiff, sensitive nipples, triggering yet another shocking release. I cried out as my pussy squeezed around Deacon’s shaft, and he growled like a beast as he poured everything he had inside of me, until neither one of us had anything left to give.

After we cleaned up, the three of us collapsed on Deacon’s bed. We snuggled up, and within seconds, the two of them fell asleep. But after so many orgasms and our athletics, I was wired.

I scooted from the bed, dressed, and rejoined everyone else. Me and the guys hadn’t solved anything by fucking our brains out, but at least I felt better. Deacon didn’t hate me, like I had feared.

Jac had explained all the details about the moat after he tracked me down earlier, when I’d stormed from the bedroom after our argument. He swore he had told me the whole story, and if there was anything about him that I wanted to know more of, he would tell me that, too. But he wouldn’t break any confidences between him and Deacon.

Part of me understood his logic—it wasn’t his secret to tell. But I was still hurt to be left on the outside, and I wasn’t sure that the bond between them was something I’d ever be able to crack into or be a part of.

Perhaps I should work on creating my own bond with them individually, instead of together. It might make me stop feeling like it’s them, plus me.

Regardless, I vowed we would fix everything between us after the conduits. If therewasan after.

When I walked into the café, Rex was gone, but Omen and Augur sat across from each other. They seemed to be playing some kind of game but I saw no tools, no cards. They smiled at each other, neither looking up when I walked in. Neither did they blink as they continued to stare into each other’s eyes.

“Should I go?” I asked, feeling as though I was a third wheel here, too.

Omen smiled without glancing at me. “You should stay. Augur is about to lose.”

Augur snickered. “Omen doesn’t know there are whurlers in her hair that will makeherlose.”

“Whurlers?” I asked, sliding into one of the empty seats at their table.

“No such thing,” Omen said as she chuckled.

Still neither of them blinked or looked away from the other. It was unsettling.

Augur explained, “Whurlers are the tiny ghosts of fish, and when fish die, they like to live in our hair. That’s why sometimes, you wake up and your hair looks all crazy. Whurlers did it.”

“Tossing and turning did it,” Omen countered in a wry tone.

Augur’s eyes were still on Omen’s, concentrating. “Then you won’t mind that particularly scaly whurler that’s crawling around your neck, up into your hair again. You feel that, right? The rough texture swimming up your scalp?”

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