Page 39 of Magic Hunted
My mouth dried as the front of Ashir’s loose pants tented, his hardening cock punching the fabric into a fist between his thighs. My clit throbbed and pulsed with electrical interest, flooding my pussy and dampening my thighs. My reaction was absolute. Fast. Irresistible.
No! No, this is going so wrong.I tried to reel back my soul-light, but they locked onto what they could touch through the scar. The fissure webbed, hairline cracks shattering the barrier that they took as a challenge and not the warning it was. They rammed the barrier. Thunder boomed through me as they pushed through in a collective blur of color.
I crumbled in the wake of their electric desire that made a mockery of my resistance. My nipples beaded so tight they hurt and my pussy swelled and throbbed, bordering on pain. I gasped, hand planted on my abdomen where arousal throbbed.
“No!” I gasped, but there was no air. No room to think.
“Tell us to take away your pain, magic,” Ashir rasped.
My panther clawed inside my chest to get to her mates. Not satisfied with a taste, she wanted the entire meal. She snarled, her high-pitched cry sounding angry and desperate.
Pure need filled me, hazing my mind with want. For them.
“Tell us what you want us to do, my heart. Please,” Savvas rasped.
But it was when Dias purred, his panther rising just beneath his human veneer, that tipped me over. I closed my eyes, Dias’ purr sinking into me. Need. Desperation. He offered everything, begging for me to accept him. The bond didn’t lie. They didn’t blame me for Brais’ death. They overlooked the darkness swallowing me whole. I blindly reached for the grimoire, grabbing for the magic that might end all this, but it was gone. Lost in a sea of my vibrant green soul-light and there was nothing else I could do but feel. Be. Exist. And be aware of the need throbbing through me as bright as my soul-light.
Iwantedthem.
I was nothing but instinct as my logical mind merged with my panther. She filled my mind. There was no grimoire. No golden magic. No regrets. Only the feeling of rightness. My chest opened and I dragged in the first breath of air I’d really taken in years.
I wantedthem.
The pick-axe stopped chipping. The ache that constantly simmered in the background faded. I was hungry for their hands on me. Their mouths on me, nipping, tasting, licking. Their cocks in me.
Iwanted them.
My eyelids snapped open and three hungry gazes drew down on me. My lips parted and a slow moan passed from my mouth. Ashir and Savvas’ purrs joined with Dias in a seductive harmony I had no hope of withstanding. Gods. They were going toslayme. And I would die a happy death. “Please. I want…I need…”
My arms rose, calling all my mates to me. They closed in around me, not hesitating in the slightest, and the air in the hut was swallowed by their bodies pressing around me. So much flesh. So much muscle. I should feel intimidated by their body mass, but all I felt wasseen. Understood on such a deep level there were no words to describe how deep it ran. A bead of sweat trickled down my back and the light dress I wore was too thick and cloying. I wanted it off. The only thing I wanted on my skin was theirs.
“We have you, mate. We’ll always have you,” Ashir said.
My chest tightened as their soul-light rang with truth. Beaming through me. Saying more to me than their words ever could. We didn’t need them. Not when they could annihilate my world with a simple brush of their emotions. Which they did.
“That’s not…fair.” I didn’t care. I lifted my palm and spread my fingers on Ashir’s chest, not able to keep my hands to myself. There wasn’t a part of me that wanted to.
“No, it isn’t.” He didn’t even try to deny it. He devoured me with his hungry gaze before he dipped his head and his lips touched mine. A sigh rippled through me at the slice of honeyed heaven. He suckled my bottom lip and nipped it between his teeth before plundering inside my mouth and giving into the full force of the kiss.
His kiss fed me, driving my need to kiss him back as deeply. My hunger developed. I wanted to kiss Ashir, but I wanted more. I moaned, my skin burning as Savvas pressed against my side. His hand slipped down my back, pushing my hair off the back of my neck with the other. Cool air swirled on my heated skin before his lips found the sensitive skin on my neck. He lightly kissed me there before reaching my ear and sucking the lobe into his mouth.
I shivered as burning heat rose from where his tongue licked, over my head to swamp my entire body. He canted his head, pressed his rigid length against my hip. I shivered as my desire spiked, the urge to touch him driving one hand from Ashir’s neck to cup his cheek.
My palm scratched the rough burn of his chin as the thrumming need in my blood rose. Savvas’ hands held me in place while Ashir threaded his fingers through my hair and locked me in place with a never-ending kiss. I drowned in the feel of them, but there was still a missing part my body sought.
I mewled into Ashir’s kiss, seeking that missing part. My need threaded us together, flaring through my green soul-light to communicate with an unspoken language to their bright colors. Dias’ yellow soul-light flared in answer. He pressed his chest against my back, his rigid cock lining up with my buttocks. Yes. That was exactly what I needed.
I drove into the want, pushing my hips against Dias. A grunt punctured his purr before it grew louder. It was warmer, imbued with the same desire that colored his soul-light. The carnal sound crushed my soul into a thing of pure desire.
Abandoning any inhibitions that may have survived the scorching need inside me, I dove into their want and possession and matched it with my own. Hands banded around my waist as Dias tentatively held me, the hesitant touch at war with the desperate way he crushed his dick against my ass.
Ashir took our kiss to a measured, methodical devouring before slowly ending it. He lifted his head, and I stared up at him, daze-drunk, to see his gleaming eyes, pupils fully blown. His panther was just below the surface, watching me with the same hunger.
Ashir’s hands passed beneath my arms to cup my breasts. The heat from his palms sank into my sensitive flesh as though urging me to kiss Dias. I sighed, my heavy head falling back against his shoulder.
Dias slowly pushed the loose strands of my chestnut hair behind my ear. Savvas lightly nipped my neck and Ashir’s fingers gently kneaded my breasts. It was a coordinated assault between the three of them, but the pulsing between my thighs called for them to do more than these light, teasing touches.
Dias’ lips parted. His gaze found mine, his pupils as blown as Ashir’s and probably mine. His gaze dipped to my lips, making them tingle with need. “Magic, I want you so much.”
