Page 143 of Pirate Witch
Pleasure multiplies in my veins with each brush of their skin against mine. I want to demand more, but a pleasant, lust-filled fog ties my tongue in knots, until all I can do is moan and gasp.
Klaus climbs onto the bed next, standing so that his dick is level with my lips.
“Open that pretty mouth?” He means it as an order, but it comes out as a breathy request. My siren’s pupils are so dilated I can barely see the blue rings around the edge.
But I want to do some teasing of my own. My tongue traces a line around the head of his cock, then flicks against the slit, tasting the salt there.
“Nilsa,” he groans. “Don’t tease, please.”
With a half smile, I dip my head closer, engulfing the tip of his dick in the wet heat of my mouth. Then stop.
The strangled sound that rips from the back of his throat does things to my insides.
A hand winds into my hair from beneath, controlling my head. Forcing me to take him deeper.
“It’s not nice to play with your siren like that,” Cas whispers in my ear.
At some point while I was distracted, he’s climbed onto the bed opposite Klaus. He uses his new position mercilessly to press my head down onto Klaus’s shaft until I gag, then pulls back, allowing me to breathe before starting all over again.
“She’s gushing.” Val groans,finallyslipping his finger in to the second knuckle. “You fucking love this, don’t you, witch? All of our hands on you.”
Almost all. There’s still one mate missing.
Klaus draws back, silently giving me the opportunity to object to what he’s doing. In doing so, he reveals Kier standing at the corner of the bed.
I catch my fae mate’s grey eyes and hold them as I angle my head to take Klaus’s cock back in my mouth.
“Shit,” Klaus curses as Cas starts up a punishing rhythm, using my head to force Klaus to fuck my throat in hard digs. “Nilsa. Fuck. If this isn’t okay…”
On the contrary. I’m so fucking turned on I can’t think straight. It’s proven a second later as Val pulls out his finger and a dollop of my cream rolls down, past my ass and drops to the sheets below.
“She’s literally dripping,” the captain moans, raising his finger to his lips and licking my flavour from his own hand. “Fuck, I want to taste how much you like him fucking your throat.”
He dives on my pussy like a starving man, licking my weeping flesh with hot slurping noises that drive my other men wild. Nos and Ry at my breasts double their efforts, the latter bringing his fangs to scrape against the delicate globe in his hand.
I writhe between them. Caught in a wave of pleasure so intense that my every cell knows I have to escape or be destroyed.
But there is no getting away from this. No outrunning it.
The orgasm blasts through my body with the force of a cannon. I moan around Klaus’s cock and I’m pretty sure my eyes roll back in my head as pleasure courses through me. My pussy clenches on air and my lips pull back, allowing my teeth to scrape lightly along Klaus’s shaft.
My siren mate comes with a groan, filling my mouth with the salty flavour of his cum. He strokes my face, running his thumb across my lower lip before falling back on the bed with a contented sigh.
I turn my head towards Cas, but before I can take his waiting cock into my mouth, Val spears my pussy with two fingers, forgoing his earlier torment in favour of curling them inside me. The action sends a second bolt of pleasure through me, and my head falls back, my muscles giving out under the intensity of the sensation.
He pumps once, twice, and then withdraws again.
“No. Val, fuck, stop teas—” My objection is cut off as those fingers, lubricated with my own wetness, press insistently against my ass.
“I haven’t had this yet,” he reminds me, slowly, carefully forcing his way through the ring of tight muscle. “And I plan to remedy that tonight.”
His fingers pump in once, then scissor inside my ass before withdrawing and doing it all over again. My sphincter burns, but that damned thumb keeps rubbing across my clit, distracting me with pleasure.
Cas’s hand in my hair tightens again, tugging my head up until his dick bobs against my lips. I’m so consumed by what Val’s doing that it’s all I can do to part my lips and let him fuck my face. He doesn’t seem to mind, if the purring echoing from his throat is any indication.
Val’s fingers withdraw, then return, covered in more lube. I don’t have the presence of mind to ask where he got it from, because he’s added another finger to the mix. The familiar burn fades quickly, and it isn’t long until I’m squirming against him, thrusting my hips against him in a silent demand for more.
“You’re ready for my cock,” Val announces, letting his fingers fall free and shifting until he’s laying on the bed beneath me.
