Page 15 of Beltane

“I’ve always loved fucking you, Chicago.” He spanked me again, harder this time, and I moaned as the vibrations went through my body. The sounds echoing off the wall were perverse and filthy, but I reveled in that, too. Lex always could turn me to mush.

Who knew how long he fucked me. Time had ceased to be real when this started. I came again and again, and he rutted harder inside me, stopping every so often to stroke my cock or tease my balls. Whatever frustration he’d been building inside himself at Miri’s absence, he took it out on me. I let him.

When he finally found his release, his teeth deep in my neck, his cock buried in my body, he collapsed on top of me, a heaving, sweaty mess, and sighed. I held him there, bearing his weight for both of us.

“I love you, Chicago,” he softly murmured. “Thank you.”

“I love you, DC,” I found the strength to say.

4

Miri

Iwoke to the sounds of Lex and Carter downstairs. They weren’t being terribly quiet, and the visions that went through my mind made me smile. A loud spank echoed through the house, followed by Carter’s muffled grunt, and I rolled toward Ivy. She was already awake, staring at the ceiling.

At my movement, she glanced at me. “I could tell them to knock it off if you need me to.”

I shook my head and smiled. “Let them have their fun. Lex needs the outlet.”

Ivy sighed before scooting down the bed next to me. She curled on her side and grabbed my hand, bringing my knuckles to her lips. She was always so beautiful in the moonlight, her steel eyes even more silver, her ginger hair a darker, more mysterious shade of cherry.

Lex moaned, and the sound sent an involuntary tremble through my body, an automatic reflex from the years spent pulling that noise out of him myself. I bit my lip and eyed my wife, a hot sting of arousal sizzling my veins for the first time in months. Perhaps I needed someone to touch me with affection. Perhaps I wanted to reclaim my own body and mind by giving them to someone who loved me, who adored me unconditionally.

Ivy and Lex may have been together since birth, but it was me and Ivy first. I’d fallen in love with her at boarding school and I’d loved her every day since. Right then, I needed her in ways only she could understand. She brought me back to myself, reminded me why I let anyone close in the first place.

Perhaps she read this in my eyes, or maybe she needed the same thing from me.

She scooted closer and pressed her lips to mine, a soft, reserved kiss to test the waters. When I returned it with a fiery one of my own, pushing my tongue in between her lips, she moaned and rolled on top of me, positioning her hips in between my thighs. I opened eagerly for her, hoping she wanted this as much as I did.

Her forearms framed my head, and compared to her long limbs, I felt small and delicate under her.

“What do you need from me?” she whispered, brushing her nose against mine.

“Just love me,” I murmured. “Please love me like you used to.”

“Miri,” she said, running her fingers over my face, brushing the hair out of my eyes. “I never stopped loving you.”

It broke my heart. She should have. She had every reason to hate me. I would have hated me. I had disappeared for months with hardly a good explanation as to why. For all that she raged and burned hot, Ivy had endless forgiveness, especially when it came to me. When I thought about that night with the fairy king, I wasn’t sure I ever wanted to know. Did that make me terrible? For so long, I had been desperate for more information, but now…now I didn’t want that memory. It was better if I never had to live it at all.

“There’s a good girl. Come for me.”

“Who will want you now?”

No, no, no. Go away.

I blinked back his voice and kissed her again, harder, more desperate than before.

“Let me touch you, Miri.” Ivy kissed her way down my neck, grabbing my hands so her fingers could intertwine with mine. I thought back to the girl she’d been when I met her, so innocent and terrified when it came to sex. It was all I could do to resist her that entire year, and when I finally gained the courage to kiss her, she’d trembled so hard, I thought she might fall apart. The first night between us, when I’d drunkenly taken what I wanted, she’d been nervous about doing it wrong. My, how the tables had turned.

“Yes, please,” I told her.

She hummed in approval, liking the sound of that, before sliding her hands down my torso and dipping them under the tank top. Pushing the fabric over my head, she threw it to the side and returned her attention to my body. I watched as Ivy dragged her tongue down my sternum, lapping at one nipple while caressing the other with her thumb, sending sparks over my skin and between my legs.

“You are so amazing, Miri,” she said, sucking the tender flesh between her lips. A surge of wet heat hit me in the cunt, as if connected to that area of my body with electricity. I moaned and arched into the touch, dragging my fingers over her scalp as she went to the other breast to do the same thing. “I love how soft your skin is.”

The compliment made me blush, the sensation twisting down my chest and into my gut. Ivy took her time working me up, kissing and tasting every inch of my skin like she could find the secret to life inside my soul. I closed my eyes and focused on the sensation, how her mouth was like sticking my hand in flames. It sizzled and crackled and I knew I should withdraw because when I got burned, it would hurt a million times worse for the time I spent ignoring the impending doom. But silly, stupid me, I never could keep myself out of trouble.

When her hand drifted to the inside of my thigh, I let it. When her knuckles brushed over the outside of my shorts, I moaned and spread my legs wider so she could slide them down my legs and off my feet. When she gave me one last chance to back out, looking up at me with a kiss to my knee before she said, “Tell me you love me, Miri.”

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