Page 15 of Pirate Witch
My heart is racing even though we’ve done this before. Perhaps it’s the knowledge that, at the end of this, I’ll wear both of their marks, or perhaps it’s the leftover adrenaline from the fight, but my whole body tingles with the intensity of the moment in a way it never has before.
Nos’s hands stroke over the soft curve of my hips, leaving goosebumps in their wake as they make their way to the fleshy globes of my ass and squeeze.
“I can’t wait for my brother to claim this while I fuck you,” he growls. “Then we’re going to add our marks to Rysen’s on your beautiful neck while you fall apart between us.”
“Shower first,” Cas insists, turning the tap until water starts flowing and steam starts to fill the room. He meets my eyes as he hooks his thumbs over the fabric at his hips and slides the shorts down. I break the stare in favour of following the movement, licking my lips as his erection bobs free, already hard.
Nos lets out a long, suffering sigh, but releases me to drag his own shorts off. Cas takes instant advantage, sweeping me under the spray before I can protest. Water cascades over us in a curtain as he presses his front to my back. His cock nestles against the crease of my ass, like a scalding brand. One of his huge, calloused hands comes up to collar my neck—not choking, but delivering the faintest lick of pressure. It’s an unmistakably dominant move, and my pussy clenches in response, making them both groan.
Cas’s other hand grabs both of mine and presses them onto the tiles above my head. “Keep them there for me,” he whispers against my ear.
“Okay,” I promise.
Nos enters the shower, holding a bar of soap and a small bottle I don’t recognise. Cas releases me and takes the bottle, his eyes alight with anticipation. “You okay to wash our princess while I start playing with her pretty ass?”
Nos grins as he rubs his hands together to start forming a lather. “Of course.”
“I thought you two were the ones who needed cleaning,” I protest.
“But washing you is so much more fun,” Cas replies, dropping to his knees, putting the bottle to one side and spreading my legs wide so he can fit his body into the space beneath them. One hand holds my thigh, keeping me stable, while the fingers of the other trace the seam of my pussy. “Besides,” his thumb brushes over the rosette of my asshole, and I buck against his hold in surprise. “I need to get this ready for us. Have you ever had a man back here, princess?”
“Once or twice,” I admit on a gasp. “But never at the same time.”
And those experiences had been with men who had nothing on what my shifters were packing below the belt.
“Good.” Cas’s eyes flash turquoise for a second, his leviathan pressing forward until I can feel the beast’s possessiveness vibrating in the air. “By the time we’re finished, you won’t remember any of them. You’re going to be stuffed so full of our cocks that you can’t move, and you’re going to love every second of it.”
I shiver in response, and he grins. His thumb presses against the tight ring of muscle, teasing it for a second before letting his fingers return to play with my clit. He spreads teasing circles around the tiny, sensitive nub just as Nos joins in.
My blind mate’s hands start at the base of my neck, massaging soap into the muscles of my shoulders, and my head falls back onto his shoulder in bliss. His strokes travel down to my waist, but instead of going lower, his hands move around my body to cup my breasts. I barely have time to moan my encouragement before he takes my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and delivers a short, punishing pinch at the same time that Cas angles his head up and captures my clit in his mouth.
My mouth opens on a silent gasp. The water runs over every exposed inch of skin, heightening the sensations until I can barely breathe for pleasure.
“More,” I demand.
Cas chuckles against my pussy, the vibrations travelling straight to where I need them most, and I almost collapse. Only his hand holding my thigh and Nos’s presence against my back keeps me upright. Nos keeps playing with my nipples, sparking tiny fireworks of pleasure with each tweak and twist until I’m pressing myself down onto Cas’s waiting lips, seeking relief.
But the twin between my legs is too focused on his task to let me come. His fingers start spreading my wetness back towards my ass, using my body’s natural lubricant to play with the tight ring of muscle. Each teasing touch presses slightly deeper, working in a single finger. He works me open slowly, only going to the first knuckle before drawing back. I hear the sound of the bottle opening, and when his finger returns, it’s colder than before, making me jump.
“Just a little oil, princess,” he murmurs.
With the added lubricant, his finger slips back in easily, going deeper than before. My hands claw at the tiles as he presses further still, testing my limits before pulling back and starting a shallow, thrusting rhythm. When I’m rocking against him, he adds a second, distracting me from the burn with another short, teasing lick to my clit.
I arch between them at the touch. My whole body comes alive under the onslaught of pleasure as he picks up the pace, scissoring his fingers with each thrust until I’m panting and shaking like a wild thing between them. But it’s not enough. As if sensing how close I am, Nos’s lips start peppering my neck with tiny, nibbling kisses. His hands squeeze my breasts harder just as Cas licks me again, curling his tongue around the bundle of nerves until I can’t take any more.
My orgasm hits me like the perfect storm. My muscles tense. My toes curl, and I’m pretty sure I leave my body as I clench over and over on Cas’s fingers. Falling over the edge with a scream that echoes around the room. I’m still lost in the aftershocks as they clean themselves off and carry my limp form out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. We’re all still dripping wet, but I don’t care. They drop me onto the covers, and I bounce once before I manage to drag Nos onto the bed with me. My seer lets out a curse as I lower my head to his dick and take him into my mouth. I barely have a chance to taste him before his hands fist in my hair and he drags me away.
“Later. If you keep that up, I’m going to come before we can claim you,” he groans.
Cas takes his spot in the middle of the bed and pours more oil over his cock, stroking his hand up and down the shaft to spread it around.
“Come here,” he says, dropping the bottle and lifting me by my hips until I’m straddling him backwards. “Goddess, you’re so fucking perfect for us. I’m going to love watching your ass as I split it open with my dick.”
The smooth, wet velvet head of his arousal presses up against my opening and I suck in a breath as gravity does the work for him. My sphincter stretches, burning as I struggle to adjust to his invasion. The pressure is incredible, and I moan as he breaches the ring of muscle with a smooth, careful thrust.
So much. Sofulland he’s not even all the way in yet.
Cas lets me set the pace, and I move slowly, taking his cock into me inch by inch, thrust by thrust. He adds more oil until the burning fades into a deep pleasure.
