Page 47 of Autumn of the Witch

“You can tease him until he cries, but let’s not be cruel today. He should be ready for you, if you’re slow.”

“Yeah, yeah, go however you like,” Sasha said, and he really must be under if he wasn’t begging Micah to fuck him immediately. Micah leaned down to kiss his belly, next to the head of his cock.

“Keep your arms above your head.” Micah slicked his own cock, and when he pushed inside, slow and careful, Sasha was so tight and hot Micah had to stop to brace himself. Sasha tossed his head, clearly struggling not to move, and Micah pressed farther in. “You’re being good. So good, Sasha.”

“Don’t need glass,” Sasha murmured, which was the best compliment Micah could imagine right then. He tossed his hair out of his eyes and drew back, just a little, before thrusting hard. Sasha rocked on the bed, and fuck if that wasn’t as hot as the pressure around his cock, the dominance surging in Micah’s body.

Micah fucked Sasha until he heard him make a sound midway between a moan and a gasp, and then he tried that same move again, and again, going harder until sweat slicked his back and Sasha was making wordless sounds, clenching his hands tight above his head. Micah felt wild, white-hot, like a star hurtling to earth from the night sky, and he was taking Sasha with him. He reached for Sasha’s cock, and Sasha squeezed his eyes shut, jaw clenched.

“No,” Micah said, dominance heavy in his voice. “Look at me when you come.”

“Fuck.” Sasha’s eyes flew open, and he came in Micah’s hand, shaking apart beautifully as Micah fucked into him. It was too much, too perfect, and Micah drew out before he could break apart himself, panting hard. Sasha stared up at him, eyes blown dark and lips parted, and Micah didn’t look away as he came over Sasha’s stomach. Sasha was breathing slow, blinking at him like a snow cat before the fire, and Micah leaned down to kiss him one more time.

“Viv should win more often,” Sasha whispered when Micah pulled away. Except Sasha’s whisper was still loud enough to fill the room, and Viv snorted behind Micah’s back.

“Yeah,” Micah said. “Chop more wood tomorrow, right?”

“Lukos is gonna be bare, boss.”

Micah laughed and sat up, twisting around to look at Viv. She was still reclining in her seat, her gown rumpled and her hair slightly messy, and she cocked an eyebrow. “The phrase you’re looking for isthank you.”

That probably should have grated on his dominance, but Micah was riding too high to care. “Thank you, Viv.”

“Yeah,” Sasha said. “Thanks.”

Micah patted Sasha on the knee and slipped off the bed, looking Viv over. “Do you need anything?”

“I came already,” Viv said, a little smugly. Sasha laughed.

“Yes, but…” Micah jerked his head back at Sasha. “You can always use him, too.”

“I might. Help me up?” Micah took her arm, and Viv turned away from him, lifting her hair away from her neck. “Help meout?”

Oh. Micah undid the button on the back of her collar. There was a line of flat buttons covered in cloth, and he worked them free one by one. When the gown fell to the floor, Viv turned to look at him, and Micah, impulsively, kissed her. He felt her smile under his mouth before she kissed him back, and she reached up to tuck his hair behind his ears.

“You two are so fucking cute,” Sasha said, in that sleepy, dreamy voice. Viv smirked at him, and Micah helped her onto the bed, trying not to stare at the curve of her legs, her breasts, the way she’d filed her nails into a point. She’d probably done that for Sasha, and Micah wanted desperately to see her scratch lines down Sasha’s back, to send him under.

“I need a pillow,” she said, looking at Micah pointedly as Sasha rolled to the side. It took Micah a minute to realize she meant she wanted him to be the pillow, and she settled at last with her back against his chest, his arms around her waist, as Sasha crawled lower on the bed.

“Sasha’s very good at this,” she said, as Sasha moved between her legs. He kissed her thigh, and Viv took Micah’s hands in hers, drawing them up to her breasts. “You can touch them, you know.”

Micah was almost too distracted by the way Sasha looked at Viv, worshipful and soft, but then he ran his fingers over Viv’s nipple and she drew in a slight breath, and he looked at her, instead. She was so expressive, but her face seemed more open, now, and when she grabbed Sasha by the hair and pressed his mouth to her cunt, her lashes fluttered in a way that made Micah think of the little flowers that grew near the mountain and rustled in the wind. If he were to make her something beautiful and impractical, it would be that. Flowers, moving at the turn of a key, until they flipped over and became something else—a spiked crown, like the ones the witches used to wear.

She would look lovely in a crown.

He kissed her as she came on Sasha’s mouth, cupping her small breasts and running his hands down to where Sasha was gazing up at her, glassy-eyed and loving. She came twice like that, shaking slightly the second time, and when she pushed Sasha away, his mouth was wet and he looked utterly blissful, lying at their feet.

“And now the bed’s ruined again,” Viv said, but she didn’t sound remotely put out about it. Sasha smiled at her, and since he was under and Viv was stroking his hair, Micah got up to fetch a cloth.

They slept on the couch that night, as no one felt much like changing the bedding and it was easier to gather the clean blankets and make a nest near the fire. Micah fell asleep on Sasha’s left side, Viv on the other, and as he drifted off, he could hear Sasha humming to himself, voice soft against the crackle of the flames.

ChapterNine

The next morning, Micah was scrubbing out the stove when he heard Sasha open the door to go out foraging, then bellow something incoherent and thunder up the steps. Viv, who was still asleep on the couch, muttered and covered her head with a blanket, but Micah shook ash off his hands and warily crept to the door.

Where Sasha was wrestling with a white wolf, foraging basket lying forgotten on the ground.

“Zev!” Sasha ruffled Zev’s fluffy fur, which was shinier and glossier than it had been the first time Micah saw him running past his cabin, and Zev barked at him. There was a sling around Zev’s back, complete with a bow, a quiver, and a small bag, and he was dancing on his paws in the way Micah used to see Dragan’s pet wolves do when they wanted people to stop hugging them. Sasha let go, and Zev shook himself out, shifting seamlessly from wolf to human. He drew his fur, which was shaped like a cloak, around his shoulders with the fur against his skin and pulled a wrap out of his bag. He fastened it around his waist for the sake of modesty.

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