“Be careful,” Quinn hissed.“She’s suffering from magickal exhaustion.”
I wanted to tell Quinn to stuff it, that it was fine, that I loved how rough my boys were, but I couldn’t speak at the moment with Luka's tongue in my mouth. Quinn huffed in mock disgust and stormed out. I felt the sizzle of wards flare up behind me.
Luka’s hands were already underneath the hem of my skirt, pressing into my belly as he crouched on top of me. I automatically sucked in my stomach, knowing I was far from in my prime. Luka growled and pinned my hands above my head as I arched my back.
“You are perfect,” he rasped, crawling lower down my body. Karl took over the job of holding my arms, easily keeping me pinned down with one hand. His other hand though—oh. I lost track of time as his fingers glided down my chest, stroking and teasing around my nipple. He pinched and tugged, distracting me from Luka, who was grazing his teeth along my inner thighs.
“Please—”
Karl leaned over me, his lips and teeth replacing his fingers as he sucked and bit at my breasts. He might have drawn blood—I didn’t know, and I didn’t care. All I knew was that if either of them stopped, I would throttle them. Luka gripped my thighs and squeezed, his tongue tracing a path to the apex between my thighs. He shoved my legs apart with a growl and plunged forward.
I shrieked as he licked up my clit, shifting and writhing to open further to him. I moaned and arched my back, which only served to thrust Luka’s tongue deeper inside of me.
I may be a virgin, but I was worldly enough to recognize the rapidly building pressure in my core for what it was. Luka kept his enthusiastic pace, alternating between licking and sucking. Then his fingers joined the show, and my eyes rolled back into my head. I was so close. Then Karl’s fingers found my nipples and pinched hard.
My orgasm exploded through me, my release long and loud as I pulled Luka’s hair. Magick exploded around us, and Damon leaped out of nowhere, chasing it down and eating it like a flying bit of tuna.
Luka kept his fingers inside of me until my inner walls stopped spasming, a stupid grin plastered across his face. As we all came back to reality, I noted how I continued to leak little bits of magick, which Damon kept swallowing like they were odd, airborne treats. He burped loudly.
“I … didn’t know familiars could do that.”
Karl looked dazed, but Luka just snorted.
“I didn’t know cats could burp.”
I narrowed my eyes at him and gathered Damon into my arms.
Only for him to belch in my face.
Luka fell to the ground in hysterics, but I gasped as the magick ricocheted from Damon and back to us, melding underneath my skin and settling. I blinked, feeling a renewed sense of vigor and strength.
“Well then.”
“Incoming!”
Quinn stuck his head in the door as a hawk zoomed into the opened door, talons outstretched toward me. I fell and magick sprang from my hands, even as Damon yowled and pounced to attack.
“NO DAMON!”
Quinn’s shield flickered weakly as Damon dove between my legs, and a beautiful falcon landed on Quinn’s arm. Anxiety shot through my veins when the hawk held out its leg, a short missive attached. Time seemed to slow as Quinn removed it, and slowly unrolled the parchment. He glanced up at me.
“It’s from your mother.”