Page 51 of Moonlit Alexandrite

“We need to keep you quiet, Princess, give me your mouth.”

Lex reached blindly for the erection Dion leveled at her, and took her time turning her head to lick him. The grin on her face made it clear if he tried to dominate, she would brat in return.

Dion chuckled and threaded his fingers through her hair. He kissed her hard before guiding her lips to where he wanted them. She swallowed him eagerly, all pretense set aside as her mouth and fist set about undoing her controlling mate.

Tase took over the rhythm of our fucking, hands tight on her hips, moving her on and off us, while I pinched her nipple with one hand and clit with the other. She screamed around Dion’s dick as she came spectacularly, pulling the orgasm from all three of us at once as we bit and smothered our own responses.

We lay in a sweaty heap while we recovered from the session, and I allowed myself a moment of belief that everything was going to work out just fine.

Chapter Thirty

Lex

“So it went well?” I asked and received a grunt in reply from Ren. He didn’t speak much in person, but seemed to be even worse at it over the phone.

“Ren — ”

“What do you want me to say, Red? I told her to fuck off. She threatened, she cried, and when none of that worked, she stormed out. I’ve said what I had to, and I’m not letting Newt out of my sight until I know she’s left town.”

I hummed in agreement, at a loss how I could help this situation. It seemed we couldn’t just have our happiness. Someone had to come and mess it up. I thought of big cats marking their territory to scare off other predators and immediately dismissed the idea. I didn’t think any of the guys would like the way big cats did it. Gross. But I had noticed all three of my men smelled different after our little session the other day, so who knows, maybe I did scent-mark them or something? Or maybe I needed to lay off the Animal Planet for a while.

After saying our farewells, I let Ren get back to end-of-month bookkeeping stuff and looked around Crafty Seductions. The store was finally ready, and the grand opening scheduled for next week. Tase was coming to meet me later, and the others were working at Flare.

It occurred to me this was the first time I had been alone in a long while. I glanced down at the small basket of cock warmers I planned to keep on the counter to sell. The guys had unanimously voted on changing the name when I had tried to brand them as willy warmers, something about not adding insult to injury. Ren had loved his elephant when I gave it to him. Unfortunately, the pattern hadn’t been big enough when he tried it on. He’d been really disappointed about it, and didn’t cheer up until I let him eat me out for an hour. I’m such a giver.

That incident had inspired me to make them in varying sizes, and I was now ready to branch out to different designs and patterns.

Life was changing so quickly, and I barely felt like the sheltered girl, who had rebelled by moving in with her best friend, that I had been six months ago. I loved it, though. Love, friends, and hopefully soon, success, had come to me; all in such a short space of time.

I noticed a box of yarn left over from arranging the window display and wandered over to pack it away. My hands ambled over different fabrics and textures on my way past. I loved how they felt beneath my fingers. An idea sparked for a collage, and I lost myself for a time considering how the piece would come together.

As I bent to slide the box into a hidey hole under the shelving at the back of the store, the newly mounted bell rang above the door.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, we’re not open yet,” I called, straightening and peering around for the newcomer. When silence greeted me, I wandered into the shop and halted in surprise. A small woman with wild black curls and expensive looking clothing stood in a wide-legged stance, breathing heavily. Her manicured nails clacked against each other as her hands fisted and relaxed over and over.

“Can I... help you?” I asked, having a sneaking suspicion who was in front of me.

“I wanted to finally meet the homewrecker. The one who stole my men,” she snarled.

“Your...?”

“My men!”

I held my hands up in a show of peace, and briefly considered if throwing a basket of cock warmers in her face would give me enough time to get away.

“You stole them from me.” As she pointed at me, small sparks flew from her fingertips.

Probably shouldn’t throw anything in here, I decided. It was all too flammable.

“I mean, technically you left them. Years ago.”

“You stole them, and you stole my son!”

“Oh, so now he’s your son? How could you ever have left that gorgeous little boy?”

Stop antagonizing the crazy lady, I tried to remind myself as a display of notebooks near her began to smolder, but I was getting angry too. She was the reason my men were so sad when we first met, why Newt didn’t always trust women.

Worse still, my succubus didn’t like anyone trying to claim what was ours.

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