Page 61 of Livewire Witch

He pulls back, kissing me fiercely, his tongue tangling with mine. “You want to be filled, sweetheart? So full you can’t focus on anything other than how great you’re feeling?”

I whimper into his mouth. Yes, fuck. I want that.

Roscoe hops off the bed and grins over his shoulder at me as I ogle his ass, which is one of the few parts of his body not covered in rune tattoos. He pulls open the door, revealing a scowling Zeph who is slumped by the far wall. He’s wearing some noise-canceling headphones which he pulls off as he gets to his feet.

“Shit. Sorry. Wasn’t trying to eavesdrop or perv. I just... couldn’t seem to force my body to get any further than this.”

Roscoe turns to me, his cock sticking out proudly. “What do you say, sweetheart? Shall we invite him in?”

I blink a couple of times. This is not how I expected things to go.

Zeph’s been prickly, and he’s hurt me with his words in the past. But more recently, his actions have told another story.

Even when he was being an ass, he still tucked me up on the sofa and provided quiet comfort when I needed it. He unconsciously protected me from the explosion at the docks. He provided words of comfort with the situation with Fabian.

Then today, he saved my life. No question about it.

He also took me to another vampire's house, even though he practically has a phobia of them.

And I want him. I want him close. I want his big hands on me. To see what it feels like to be sandwiched between his big body and Roscoe’s.

I suck up my courage, half expecting to be rejected outright. I don’t know what’s going on in Z’s head. Right now though, I have thisneedin me to be close to both mages and I’ll risk his rejection on the off-chance I can get what I need.

“Do you want this?” I rasp to Zeph, still spread out and vulnerable. “Do you want me like this, Z?”

My eyes scan down the length of him and I can see the tent in his sweatpants. He’s aroused right now, but that doesn’t mean he wants to take this next step with me.

“Yes,” he rasps back. “If you’re serious. If you want that. I don’t think there’s anything I want more.”

“Then get in here.”

Roscoe lets out a little whoop and slaps Zeph’s jean-covered ass. “Nice. Now it’s a party.”

Zeph scoffs at him as he passes.

“Although, I have to say you’re kinda overdressed, man.”

“Not a problem.” Zeph strips off his sweatpants and t-shirt until he’s naked in front of me. I take a moment to focus on not swallowing my tongue.

Holy hell, he’s a giant molded from marble.

I gesture them both closer and Roscoe shoots me another grin. “I’ll be right back,” he says as he disappears out the door.

Zeph prowls closer until he’s standing between my legs, staring down at me with unabashed hunger. Intensity is rolling off him in waves as my eyes scan down his body, from the dark hair covering his chest to his thick, muscular torso. My eyes widen as I take in the fat cock sitting between his legs. He’s half hard, and he is... definitely proportional.

Massive.

His cock has me hypnotized and practically salivating already, and he smirks. “You sure you want this, Little Witch?” I can hear the thread of unguardedness in his voice and I understand exactly what it is he’s asking.

“I want you.”

“Then you’ll have me.” Zeph tips my chin up and tangles his massive hand into my hair, leaning down in half until he’s kissing me.

It’s unyielding, almost a battle between the two of us as we both vie for control and dominance. He nips my bottom lip and growls, “Open up for me, Little Witch.”

My lips part of their own accord and then Zeph takes the kiss deeper. He tastes like the air before a storm and I greedily wonder if he tastes just as good elsewhere.

I’m the first to pull back. “Get on the bed.”

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