Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 130924 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 655(@200wpm)___ 524(@250wpm)___ 436(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 130924 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 655(@200wpm)___ 524(@250wpm)___ 436(@300wpm)
“You’re doing so well Brom,” Crane croons to him. “Look at how hard you’re making her come.”
I moan louder against Crane, and he pulls away, resting his forehead against mine, his hand at my cheek. “And you’re such a good witch,” he says to me, with such affection and tenderness it makes my head spin. “And now it’s my turn.”
Chapter 19
Kat
While I’m lying on the grass in a daze, the orgasm still making my thighs quiver, Brom gets out from between my legs, and Crane goes down to take Brom’s place. I can only stare up at the sky, my heart thudding in my ears, and it feels like we’re the only people left in the entire planet, like this small clearing in the dark woods is our only world. I’ve never felt so connected to both of these men, nor the earth before, like we’re all one being, and we haven’t officially started the ritual yet.
Crane is saying something to Brom in a low voice, and then Brom is kneeling beside me, stroking the hair off my forehead.
“Hello,” I manage to say to him, my mind swimming. I give him a lazy smile, feeling drugged.
His eyes are still dark, but there’s a lightness about him that wasn’t there earlier. I feel it too, this new, bright energy between us that’s banishing the shadows and tension from before.
“Are you alright?” he asks me softly as his eyes search mine, and oh, how my heart soars at the tenderness in his words. This is Brom. This is the man I have missed.
“Yes,” I say, reaching up and putting my hand at his beard. “Yes, I’m alright. Are you?”
He gives me a faint smile before turning and kissing my wrist. “I would be better if I were allowed to fucking come.”
I can’t help but laugh.
“Patience,” Crane chides him, and suddenly he’s grabbing my thighs and spreading them wide.
I gasp and look down to see Crane’s dark hair, the slight curl at the ends, the backs of my thighs resting on the widths of his wide shoulders.
Without hesitation Crane’s slick, wet mouth dives in to where I’m already open and drenched, nose rubbing against my clit, his strong tongue pushing up into my cunt. My hips jerk involuntarily, squeezing around his head. His teeth gently nip at me, sending more pleasure-pain through my body until my toes are curling.
I moan breathlessly and look up at Brom. He’s watching Crane ravage me, his jaw tight and flexed, a line between his dark low brows.
“Are you jealous?” I whisper to Brom, running a hand through his hair and making a fist when Crane makes my body turn into an inferno.
Brom glances at me quickly. “Yes.”
“Do you want him to be doing that to you as well?” I ask, pausing as my back bows off the damp grass, Crane giving my clit a fluttering suck. “Or do you want to be down there with him?” I manage to finish, ending it with another moan.
“Both,” he says, a hint of shame on his face. Then the shame burns, melts, turns to raw lust. “I want to lick you from behind. Is that alright?”
Crane makes a noise of agreement against me, having heard Brom, the vibrations sinking deep into my core. I gulp, my heart skipping at the thought, the tightness in my belly building to the heights it was earlier. “Yes.”
Then Brom moves down toward Crane who, without removing his face from my cunt, twists my hips to the side while I keep my back as flat as possible to the earth, bending at the waist. Brom goes down across from Crane, and my body jerks at the intrusion of his face at my rear. I can understand why Crane was adamant I have such a thorough bath.
And then both men lick, suck, and ravage me from both sides. I’m immediately swept up into a hurricane of raw hunger, both their mouths feeding me at once in a most dirty and depraved way, and my hands are grabbing their hair, grabbing the grass, doing what I can to not float away.
But I am very much caught between them. It’s not just their mouths that work at me in tandem—they both wrap their strong hands around my waist, my hips, my thighs. Even if I wanted to escape them, I wouldn’t be able to, and they give no quarter.
I glance down and that’s enough to make me feel wild, the sight of both of their dark heads, their muscular shoulders, their strong tongues and soft mouths on my most private places. I feel like I’m being eaten alive as they pin down my hips, as they fill the night air with the wet, messy sounds of their hunger.
When the orgasm comes for me this time, it’s like it’s coming from someplace else. From Brom, from Crane, and from the depths of the earth, and from another world. It shoots through me like a comet, my body set ablaze, burning under the night sky, soaring high above the trees. I erupt, biting back my cries, my body convulsing and shaking until my mind is scrambled, held in place by these two men, the constant firm pressure of their hands and mouths keeping me secure, keeping me safe.