Page 63 of Livewire Witch

“You ready to take me, sweetheart?”

I suck Z deeper, bobbing up and down the length of him before letting out a little ‘uh huh’ as soon as he hits the back of my throat. He groans and tugs helplessly at his hair.

“Fuuuuck, Silver.”

Roscoe slides into my pussy, and I groan at the perfect stretch as he fills me. He places his hands on my hips and thrusts into mehardand I whimper slightly, which causes a chain reaction of Zeph groaning.

“Ooh, I think this is going to be fun,” Roscoe says gleefully.

I did have a vague plan in my head about making Zeph pay by edging the shit out of him. But now I have the two of them filling me, I’m barely holding on.

Roscoe fucks me hard and fast from behind, reaching around to flick at my clit. His momentum sets the pace as I suck Zeph off, using one hand to jerk off the parts of him I can’t get to on every thrust.

Z’s still holding back, though. After a couple of minutes of this, when I’m pretty sure I’m not going to last much longer, I pull back slightly and grab his hands. Placing them on either side of my head, I then glare up at him.

“Fuck my mouth and come down my throat.”

I don’t know what it is about these mages that makes me extra bossy in the bedroom, but it seems like none of us are complaining.

“That’s hot as shit,” Roscoe moans, slamming into me again and stoking my pleasure higher.

“So damn perfect,” Zeph mutters, staring down at me like I’m something miraculous.

The two of them begin to fuck me in earnest and sweat pools on my back. I feel so damn full, I’m almost overloaded with sensation.

And then I finally lose it.

My orgasm is intense and seems to last forever. It also trigger’s Roscoe’s as my pussy clamps around him and he roars as he thrusts, coming hard inside me. Z’s sweating and staring down at me with a fierce intensity as he jerks his hips, his thick cock swelling in my mouth as he fucks his orgasm down my throat.

I swallow and then pull back, panting as Z drops to his knees again. His hands are shaking as he smooths the hair on either side of my head and drops a gentle kiss to my lips. Roscoe has also pulled out of me. He hops off the bed, returning with a warm, damp washcloth, and proceeds to clean me up.

I then flop down between their hot bodies as we catch our breath. Roscoe leans over the side of the bed and passes me a cold drink, pressing a swift kiss to my lips and then another to my shoulder.

“Better fuel up, honey. I dunno about you two, but give me ten minutes and I’ll be good to go again.”

18

Fabian

Ihave the strangest feeling, like I’ve left something behind.

I pat my pockets as I head inside The Spire, checking for my phone and keys. Both are in their usual place, so that can’t be it.

Huh, weird. The feeling persists.

Brushing it off, I head up the med bay. The nurse is just leaving Seb’s room, and I give her a passing nod, still stuck in my head.

“Everything all right?” Seb asks from his seat on the sofa when I step into his room. He’s engrossed in playing some zombie game and barely glances in my direction.

I nod, plopping down beside him.

“You been working?” he asks.

I nod again. I remember being with Zeph. I remember that weirdness in the alleyway, but I couldn’t tell you where I just came from. It’s like there’s a blank spot.

Dante’s place. The vampire who runs one of our clubs.

Right.

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