Page 10 of Hers to Claim

The panting cries that tore from her throat seemed to go on forever. They both moved slowly around her, coaxing her back and forth between them as she shuddered. She eventually fell limp over Rio as the aftershocks rolled through her.

Cisco spread her ass cheeks with both hands and pushed deeper, even as her muscles were still twitching. She groaned hoarsely as the first ridge moved inside her, stretching her obscenely. He felt unbearably huge, but she still wanted more. Her magic curled inside her, harvesting every bit of pleasure from all the corners of her. She begged for more with a wordless murmur that she hoped he understood because she was so far beyond words in her heightened state.

Rio released his grip on her arms and moved to hold the back of her head with one hand, nuzzling her face for a while before claiming her mouth with a gentle kiss that made her melt into him. His tongue pressed into her unresisting mouth and stroked against hers.

Cisco pulled out a bit and applied more lube before moving forward again slowly until his second ridge was seated inside her. He paused once more to stroke his thumbs over the curve of her ass, waiting until she angled her hips to press back into himbefore sliding in the last little bit, stretching her over the third and final ridge.

“Gods, look at you, taking both of us and still wanting more,” Cisco said, his voice low and filthy and making her shiver. “Utterly shameless. Exactly the way I want you.”

She moaned into Rio’s mouth when Cisco squeezed her butt and pushed his hips slightly forward. Rio drank down every wanton sound that escaped her as she was fucked by both of them more thoroughly than she had ever imagined was possible.

Rio curled his fingers in her hair and broke the kiss by tugging her head back slightly so that her back arched, accentuating the friction that threatened to undo her again at any moment. She babbled nonsense, begging them not to stop fucking her as the magic inside her tumbled free, driven beyond the point of containment.

Cisco lengthened his thrusts, his clawed hands wrapping around her hips to hold her still with Rio buried to the hilt in her cunt. Rio bit her jaw, groaning into her skin as his hips jerked against her whenever Cisco pushed her down onto him.

She didn’t know how much more she could take. Her whole body shook with the tension of holding back the tide that wanted to burst forth.

Cisco’s tail snaked around her hip and plunged between her legs, the flat blade of it stroking against her clit to the same forceful rhythm of his thrusts.

Mari cried out against Rio’s lips as the desire began to curl back on itself, spiraling tighter and tighter until it was a knot that sat low in her belly exactly where she was being fucked into oblivion by both of them.

Cisco tightened his grip on her hips until she knew she would be bruised in the morning. “You’re both so fucking perfect,” he panted. “Come, both of you.”

Mari froze, every muscle contracting at once and then releasing with a sob as the orgasm tore through her. Rio cried out against her neck as his own climax crested when she clenched around him, his desire surging through her where she touched him and igniting her further.

Cisco made a handful more deep strokes into her ass before he surrendered to the pulsing heat of her body with a rumbling growl. His fingers dug in as he drove home one last time, forcing her pelvis hard onto Rio. He held her there, socketed against both of them, their cocks stretching her as her muscles continued to flutter around them. She couldn’t do anything but accept the pleasure as it moved through her in relentless waves, sending her magic spiraling out into the wards.

She lost track of time as she lay draped between them, her body refusing to cooperate with even the simplest commands. Eventually her exhausted muscles stopped shuddering and she could breathe normally again.

Cisco rubbed her back, leaning down to kiss her spine. He groaned when she clenched around him one last time as his lips touched her skin, setting off a tremble that shook through her.

When Cisco finally started to pull out, she whimpered into Rio’s shoulder, utterly undone. He soothed her with soft kisses until Cisco lifted her off of him. She snuggled against Cisco’s broad chest when he bundled her in his arms and headed for the bathroom, so grateful for his care of her because she knew she’d never be able to stand, never mind walk.

He bathed her slowly, his hands moving over her with such reverent gentleness that she started to cry. Cisco held her as she wept under the streaming hot water, his patience endless. He understood somehow that she needed the moment of silent catharsis, and didn’t ask anything of her. When she finally stopped a while later, he finished washing her and then carried her off to bed.

Chapter 4

The next day inher office, Mari fussed with her skirt until the slit exposed a long length of her thigh and the fabric draped over the armchair in exactly the right way. The dress Rio had picked out for this important meeting was gorgeous, a deep red that was very nearly black and gauzy enough that it clung to and emphasized every curve. Roses and thorns were embroidered along the bodice in a delicate design you had to squint to see. The plunging neckline showcased both her cleavage and her necklace to flattering effect. Strappy red sandals completed the look, making her legs look a mile long.

Cisco had nodded his approval silently before walking off to answer the door, and Rio stood sentinel next to her in her office with his quiet smile, smug with the fact that he’d chosen well enough to impress Cisco.

Even as decked out as she was, the entrance of the other sex witch made Mari feel dowdy. Pricilla swept into Mari’s office like she owned it. She wore a strapless sapphire dress that brought out the depth of color in her eyes and accentuated the silhouette of her body in a way that was intensely distracting. She was everyinch a monument to sensual excess, tall and stunning with a tumble of raven hair that swayed when she walked. Her lush lips were painted in a perfect scarlet pout.

Mari sat up straighter. Something about the way Pricilla moved or held herself made a deep and restless part of Mari pay attention.

Pricilla took Mari in with a measuring glance. “Well, you’re exactly as gorgeous in real life as you are on the society pages. I’m Pricilla Fortineaux.”

The praise was so unexpected that Mari hesitated. She stood and extended her hand. “Mariana Reyes.”

Pricilla tsked lightly. “Not on the first date, darling.” When she saw that Mari didn’t understand, she continued, “Ah. I forgot you haven’t met many sex witches. We generally don’t touch each other until we know each other better. The results can be unpredictable.”

Mari withdrew her hand, hoping the heat in her cheeks didn’t give her embarrassment away. “Good to know.” She gestured to the chair across from her. “Thank you for taking this meeting.”

Pricilla nodded and took her seat, crossing her legs gracefully. “At the very least I had to take the opportunity to lay eyes on the daughter of the Demon King of Las Vegas herself.”

Mari sat in her chair, Cisco and Rio taking seats to either side of her. Thank goodness for them. “And do I live up to expectations?”

“Very much so.” Pricilla grinned, catlike, keeping exactly what those expectations were to herself. “Esmé gave me the short version, but why don’t you tell me in your own words what you need from me?”

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