Page 67 of A Lost Light

Those graceful hands slid over my hips again, as Hasumi pressed a lingering kiss to my neck. “Yes,” I agreed instantly. “Please.”

I felt Hasumi's smile against my skin. Then they dipped their head lower, drawing one of my nipples into the wet heat of their mouth, swirling their forked tongue over the hardened nub. I sighed in pleasure, one hand coming to rest on their head to keep them there, as the other slid over their back and downward, slipping beneath the light, flowing pants they still wore to caress their perfectly round ass. Really, how could a person be so perfect? I was doubly blessed, since I asked myself that same question about Andy all the time.

Hasumi continued to tease me, sucking and nibbling at my breasts as they slid a hand downward, to where I needed them most. When they cupped my pussy, the heel of their hand pressing deliciously, I groaned and pushed my hips forward, instantly wanting more. I might feel a bit off kilter when it came to how to please them, but I knewtheywould have no problem where I was concerned.

Those clever fingers teased, caressing and drawing away, pressing through my folds to test my wetness, then circling my clit. I wasn't here for teasing, though. I gripped the water weaver's face and lifted their head to steal a searing kiss. “More,” I demanded. “And get these off.” I moved one hand down to tug at the waistband of their pants.

Hasumi huffed a laugh, then obliged, gracefully shoving their pants down and stepping out of the flowy fabric. I licked my lips as my gaze traveled over their amazing body. I had seen them in bits and pieces before, the few times we ended up in an orgy with Andy at the center. But I hadn't ever seen Hasumi fully nude. Broad shoulders, small, pert breasts, long, slender limbs, andtwohard cocks.

Definitely serpentine, my cracked mind noted.

Then Hasumi stepped closer, taking my hand and pressing it to their body. A pair of hard cocks brushed against my arm, but that wasn't the water weaver's goal. I barely breathed as they slowly guided my hand beneath the dicks, to the familiar feel of a wet, inviting pussy. “Focus here,” they suggested with the hint of a wicked smile.

I growled, a bit of my animalistic fae nature coming to the surface as I surged closer, capturing their perfect lips in a hard kiss as I took control of my own hand, sliding my fingers through their slick folds, not teasing, the way Hasumi had. I slipped a finger inside them, my thumb automatically searching for their clit, but only finding the base of one hard cock.

Hasumi hummed encouragingly into my mouth, deepening our kiss, their own hand coming to grip the base of the dick in question. I murmured encouragement, trailing kisses to their jaw, their neck, as they rocked against my hand, stroking their own dick at the same time.

Andy's panting breaths were a background chorus to my lust. But when she cried out, I tore my mouth from Hasumi, turning my head to watch as our witch came undone. Her warm aura swelled, her love and her magic reaching for us all along our bonds, and we all groaned in unison.

Hasumi pressed a kiss to my shoulder, then pulled away, and I knew they thoroughly understood my distraction. We both moved to join Andy and Dyre. Hasumi stroked their handthrough the necromancer's hair, murmuring praise, while I knelt and stole a kiss from Andy's soft, flushed lips.

My witchy love wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me closer, still slightly breathless from the orgasm Dyre had just pulled from her with his mouth. I had to give it to the eerie man, he at least seemed to be up to the task of satisfying our witch. That certainly earned him points in my book.

“We need a bed,” Andy complained, pulling away from me to sit up.

Hasumi shrugged one graceful shoulder. “Or a rug.” Their pretty turquoise eyes landed meaningfully on the plush rug beneath my knees.

I didn't need any more encouragement. And neither did Andy. She lost the lingering lethargy of her orgasm and pushed me to the floor, her hands sliding up my legs in a long caress before she dove between my legs. My head fell back onto the rug with a dull thump, and I gripped her soft green hair, arching my hips up to meet her talented mouth. All of Hasumi's teasing had me ready to explode.

But Ididdelay my own pleasure long enough to tug at Andy's hair, pulling her head up enough to direct her gaze to the scene playing out beside us. Her eyes glazed over, and she practically drooled at the sight of Dyre, his clothes discarded and his too-thin body on full display, red hair like a curtain of fire as he knelt at Hasumi's feet. The beautiful water weaver glanced our way with a wicked smirk, then directed of their attention toward the scarred man before them. The smirk melted away, replaced by a look so tender it made my chest ache for Dyre—surprising, since it wasn't like Ilovedthe idiot or anything.

But I knew how insecure he was. And how much he yearned for love and affection. Because we were all the same that way.

Hasumi gently guided Dyre's head toward one of their cocks, and I looked to Andy, drank in the fierce mixture of love and lustshining from her beautiful gray eyes. I nudged her, shifting so we could both watch the show. Our legs tangled, and I kneaded her big, soft breasts as we both got off on the friction of our thighs pressing against each other's clits. My gaze was torn between Hasumi's gorgeous expression of pleasure and Andy's shining beauty. Meanwhile Andy drank in the sight of Dyre worshipping Hasumi's cocks, pausing now and then to kiss me as if she needed my touch like she needed breath in her lungs.

And I was struck by how this weird clan of ours couldn't be more perfect.

Chapter 41

Andy

Ilay on the floor with my head in Niamh's lap as she slowly raked her fingers through my hair in a rhythm that had me relaxed and ready to fall asleep. Dyre and Hasumi were both wrapped around me, their legs tangled with mine. I watched with a lazy sense of comfort and warmth as Hasumi propped themselves up on one elbow and reached for Dyre, drawing the hesitant necromancer into a slow, sweet kiss.

Sometimes I thought my life couldn't be more perfect. Usually when I was basking in the afterglow like this.

Then the universe went and reminded me that I shouldn't get complacent in my happiness. The library door opened, and a pair of soft masculine voices halted whatever conversation they'd been having. I hadn't even heard them or noticed their auras as they approached. None of us had, too caught up in post-coital bliss to be on high alert.

River's captivating citrine eyes raked over us, then landed on me with a flash of what could only be interpreted as avid lust, before he packed the expression away and averted his eyes. Seeing that expression on his handsome facedidthings to me,even in my currentlyverysatisfied state. But I couldn't linger on that thought for long, because I caught a glimpse of another face over his shoulder.

Elijah froze, and I was surprised to see the look of pain on his angelic features. Until I realized where his gaze had landed. He only had eyes for Dyre. Who hadn't yet realized he had an audience as Hasumi made out with him like they were long-time lovers. I nudged them and sat up, breaking the spell.

Elijah turned sharply and left without a word.

River cleared his throat and ran a hand through his hair before giving us all a sheepish look. “Sorry to… interrupt. I didn't realize “she's in the library” meant “she's in the middle of an orgy.” He shrugged and gave me a bit of a wry, teasing smile, the expression all cat. “But I suppose I'll survive the shock, somehow.”

I shook my head. “Did you need something?”

He arched a dark brow. “I came to borrow a book I saw in here the other day. But I ran into Elijah on the way.” He glanced over his shoulder and noticed that the angel had disappeared. “Um. Hesaid there was an urgent message from Bella and was coming to fetch you. I tagged along.” He shrugged again. “I'm afraid I don't really understand all the dynamics here. But regardless, you should probably hurry up and come see what's going on. You're the only one who can open the letter.”

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