Page 83 of Witches Be Damned

“Yeah, yeah.” Ben chuckled and stuffed his cell in his pants pocket. “Tell my mother-in-law that.”

Ouch. Mother-in-laws. I had four and got along with Tor’s and Knoxe’s. Hadn’t met Pascal’s. Met Raze’s once, and she regarded me suspiciously. No love lost there when she turned her back on her son. I was here for her if she wanted to change that.

“I don’t think I’m a credible testimonial.” I broke character for an instant, my smile widening.

“Good point.” Ben shoved me in the shoulder and laughed, coming to a stop at the gates. “Wipe that smile, Nomical.”

Oops. Cosplay face. Scowl like Venomous Viper.

Knoxe waited for me on the other side, taking over for Ben, who nodded at him and made himself busy, patrolling our ward.

“What’s wrong, Sunset?” Knoxe claimed my hand and warmed it between his. “Didn’t the call go well?”

“It went perfect,” I whispered, showing teeth. “But I can’t let on or the other guards will think I blew Ben for a favor.”

Knoxe broke into a gorgeous, savage smile and cracked his knuckles. “Ben knows I’d break his face if he asked for one.”

My scowl dissolved into a laugh, and I threw myself into Knoxe’s arms, hugging him tightly. “Thank you for the surprise.”

He clasped the back of my head and tilted it to take his steamy kiss. “It hasn’t ended yet.”

I roamed my eyes over his orange prison shirt. “Where’s the red box Pascal promised?”

Knoxe broke away, tugging me to my cell. “This way, Sunset.”

I clapped against my thigh since one hand was taken.

Knoxe led me into my chamber, closing the door behind me, letting my eyes feast on the two gorgeous men reclined on my bed wearing nothing but theLindtred ribbons and golden bells.

“Yay!” I bounced on the spot, jerking Knoxe’s arm.

Tor’s cobalt eyes spelled delicious trouble. “Someone stole my uniform, Supergal.” He palmed his heavy cock, ready and waiting for me to ride.

Pascal’s emerald-green gaze was heaven. “Mine, too.” He pretended to check the room for his clothes.

“That’s a shame.” I climbed onto the bed to give them languid kisses, cuddles, and murmured thanks for their rewarding little gift.

The heat of Knoxe’s body engulfed me as he pressed into my back. “Raze got the fire started and we’re going to turn it into a bonfire, Sunset.”

He reached around the front of my body and unbuttoned my shirt, peeling it off, exposing the underlayer of my white tank.

Tor removed something from beneath my pillow. A dark paperback with an unseen cover. He waved it at me. “How about we play another game, Supergal?”

“Yes, Daddy!” I squealed, trying to throw myself into his lap, but getting stopped by Knoxe, who lifted my tank off and threw it on my chair.

Once upon a time, I would have crawled off the bed to straighten it. My OCD mellowed since I joined the Guardians, and would have to take a back seat to this evening’s proceedings.

“You don’t want to know the game?” Pascal brushed hair from my cheek and kissed from the edge of my ear to the corner of my lips, but left me hanging for more.

I brushed my fingertips along his ridged stomach, loving the hardness of him and the waiting flagpole below. “Nope. I’m game, whatever it is.”

“No, you don’t, Sunset.” Knoxe spoiled our little moment by hauling me off the bed and setting me on the ground, stripping me out of my pants and panties like a man starved of water who found his well. “You need to be naked for this game.”

I wheeled on him and hurried to clear him of his clothes, squealing again when I found his cock tied with a ribbon and bell.

“I hope you’re going to play me some music with that bell.” I grabbed his stiff length and pumped him.

“Oh, we’ll play music, all right.” He collared my throat with his large hand, and I groaned. “In your pussy. And you’ll sing out our names.”

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