Page 98 of Witches Be Damned

“Yeah? Tell me.” I wanted to know every little detail.

She told me about how Tor and her Shadows friends lent her their energy to give her the strength to heal Raze after she drained her battery from terminating every Lycan ambushing them.

“What were the Shadows doing there?” I asked, tipping her head back to wet it entirely.

When I pulled her from the jet, she brushed water from her face. “Tracking the gantii traffickers. They took the crystal opening the portals.”

I scrubbed my jaw. “We’ll leave that detail off our report.”

Her palm came to my face. “Knoxe, I don’t want to talk business.”

Fuck. I was a bonehead. She saw two of her lovers torn up, and I grilled her for details.

“Come here, Sunset.” I pulled her body flush to mine. “Let me make you feel so fucking good you’ll forget everything for a moment.”

I lathered her hair in shampoo and massaged it into her scalp and roots while Tor took care of her body. He took his time, stopping to suck her neck and nipples, and she moaned, tipping her head back, pressing into my chest. He knew what she needed, and hell, so did I. That was a close call back there. One too many we faced over our time together. Any moment might be our last, and I wanted to take advantage of every one we had together.

My cock was rock-hard and nudging her back. She arched her torso and reached between us to cup me. I sawed into her palm and groaned, getting thicker and longer. Tor’s swaying motion said she did the same with him.

“This shower better have a happy ending.” Sunset got all bossy on us.

“As you wish, Supergal.” Tor sank to his knees and buried himself between her thighs.

“I don’t have rubbers, Sunset.” I swiped my thumb over her lip. “I want to come inside you again. Will you let me?”

“Yes, I’ll let you.” She groaned as Tor suckled her. “I’m not ovulating and should be fine.”

I spanked her ass. “Legs wider, Sunset.”

She opened for me, and Tor gripped her hips, his fingers indenting her perfect pale skin, holding her steady. He lifted one of her thighs over his shoulder. In his weakened state, he couldn’t support all her weight but should be able to once he replenished his strength in a few months.

I lowered myself to a good angle to slide my aching length into her. She welcomed me as she always did, her walls gripping me, her pussy hot, wet, and fucking perfect.

“You take me so well, Sunset.” At my praise, her hips rocked back and forth over my length and Tor’s face. “You feel so good raw. Smooth. Hot. Slick. I want to fuck you like this again and again.”

Impossible when we remained in the Guardians. I wouldn’t risk her getting pregnant and being taken from us to birth a child, which those bastards would steal and raise in the Guardians as payment for our service.

Breathing heavy, she shoved her fingers into Tor’s hair and flexed them back and forth. He moaned at the massage.

Her arm reached up and her fingers came to rest around my neck, holding onto me, steadying her. I’d always find her and balance her. Always protect her. Hold her when she cried. Cuddle her when she was down or needed me. This woman was mine to keep, and I was hers.

“Knoxe.” Her breathy moan and craned neck called me to lean down to plant my lips on hers. She sucked my bottom lip, and I almost came apart at how good it felt.

I powered into her, taking her across the finish line, holding her limp body upright as she climaxed over me, her pussy wringing a mind-blowing orgasm from me.

I threw out a palm for Tor, and he used it to pull himself to his feet.

When we recovered our breath, she was ready to go again, and I helped Tor lift her and brace her body between us, allowing him a better angle when his legs weren’t at their peak. In no time, we had her screaming our names.

We swapped out another two times, pleasuring her until she was sensitive and couldn’t take anymore, and Tor’s muscles shook from exhaustion.

I flicked off the spray and we exited the stall, drying each other. In between, we indulged in languid kisses that kept the flame warm. Wrapped in towels, we dumped our dirty laundry and returned to our cells to grab a fresh change of clothes, and Tor his exoskeleton to look the part.

Tor and I walked Sunset back to the infirmary to keep Pascal company, and we left her there, going to process the fugitives into the prisoner block. The recovery team dumped them in cells and were kind enough to spare us the fortune of completing all the paperwork and taking the glory.

Once finished, our stomachs ached for food, and we headed out to grab some lunch and take it down to the medical bay.

We were met at the exit by an unexpected face. The beard he sported last we met was gone, as were the stress wrinkles and some of the gray hair that crept up into his beard. Sadly, I couldn’t say the same for the old-school tweed jacket he always sported which needed a date with a thrift store. No dark cape this time to blend him with the shadows.

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