“Benefits of being a witch,” she said, her voice trembling with anticipation.
Hunter didn’t answer.He simply kissed her again—harder this time, more demanding.His hands slid down her body, mapping her curves through the thin fabric of her dress.When he lifted it, she raised her arms, letting it slip up and over her head.Lennox sucked in a sharp breath.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he said, his tone low and reverent.
Hunter turned her to face him, his hands framing her waist.“You have no idea what you do to us.”
She did, though—because they did the same to her.Every breath felt charged, every touch a spark against her skin.Hunter bent his head, lips brushing her throat, tracing a path down to her collarbone.His attention left her trembling, her knees weakening as his tongue swept across the swell of her breast.He took his time, exploring, learning what made her gasp, what made her clutch at his hair.
Lennox leaned in close behind her, his big hands sliding up her thighs.“Lean back,” he murmured.
When she did, she felt the warmth of his breath against the back of her neck before his mouth trailed upward to nibble on her ear.His kisses were softer than she expected, almost tender, until his teeth grazed the sensitive skin of her neck.She moaned, the sound caught between surprise and pleasure.
Hunter’s eyes met hers.“You trust us?”
She nodded, breathless.“Yes.”
“Good,” he murmured, before he dropped to his knees before her, pulling her hips forward and placing his tongue directly on her pussy.The first touch of his tongue drew a cry from her lips.He was deliberate, slow, precise—each stroke perfectly measured until she was trembling.Lennox’s hands steadied her while he played with both her breasts, teasing the nipples until they were two taut buds beneath his fingertips, his voice a soft rumble against her ear.“That’s it, baby.Let go.”
And she did.The world narrowed to sensation—Hunter’s tongue, Lennox’s hands, the steady rhythm that drove her higher until she shattered with a sound that echoed through the room.
Hunter stood suddenly, his chest heaving, and stripped his clothes off quickly.Then, without warning he scooped her into his arms.Brielle gasped as he lifted her easily, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist.Lennox watched, eyes gone dark with hunger, as Hunter lined her up and slowly slid her down onto his cock.The stretch pulled a moan from her throat, deep and raw, and Hunter cursed under his breath, voice a rough growl.“Fuck, sweetheart, you feel so damn good—tight, hot—like you were made for me.”
Each word vibrated against her skin as he began to move, lifting and lowering her with slow, powerful flexes of his hips.His hands gripped her ass, guiding her as their bodies met in deep, rhythmic thrusts.The air filled with the slap of skin, the rough sound of their breathing, the whispered curses that bled into praise.
Lennox moved behind her, his fingers skimming her spine, then sliding down to tease the slick heat where they were joined.“One day soon, I’m going to join the fun,” he murmured against her ear, voice dark and playful.“Press my cock right here—fill you until you can’t remember your own name.”
Brielle moaned, her head dropping back onto Lennox’s shoulder, her body trembling between them.Hunter groaned, his thrusts faltering as Lennox’s fingers moved lower, brushing against her clit.“Christ,” Hunter gasped, “I can feel how much you like that.”
“Then stop talking,” Brielle panted, voice breaking, “and fuck me like you mean it.”
Hunter let out a guttural sound and did exactly that—his pace roughening, driving into her with fierce, relentless precision.Each thrust pushed her higher until the tension snapped, pleasure roaring through her like wildfire.Hunter followed a heartbeat later, his growl muffled against her neck as they both cried out, the sound echoing around the room.
When they finally stilled, she was still trembling, her skin slick with sweat.Hunter kissed her softly before lowering her back onto the bed.Lennox was already there, naked, and with a wicked smile on his face, a warm towel in hand.
She blinked, dazed.“Where did you even get that?”
“Always be prepared,” he said, voice low as he cleaned her gently.The warmth and softness of the towel sent sparks through her, her muscles clenching involuntarily at the tender care.
When he was done, Lennox set the towel aside, his gaze locking on hers.“Now,” he murmured, sliding onto the bed between her legs, “it’s my turn.”
And then he was inside her, slow and deep, and the world dissolved all over again.He moved slowly at first, savoring every inch, every sigh that escaped her lips.
“God, you feel perfect,” he whispered.
Brielle wrapped her legs around his waist, matching his rhythm, gasping when he changed angles, hitting that spot that made her cry out again.His movements turned playful—thrusts that alternated between deep and teasing, each one pulling another sound from her until she was laughing through the pleasure.
Hunter joined them, lying beside her, his mouth finding her neck while his hand brushed over her breast.The combination was overwhelming—Hunter’s control, Lennox’s unrestrained passion.
Hunter brushed a hand down her cheek, murmuring softly.“You okay, baby?”
She nodded, the word lost in the rhythm of their movements.Every stroke pushed her closer until she was falling again—this time with both of them tangled around her, grounding her, claiming her.
When it ended, they collapsed together in a tangle of limbs and quiet laughter.The air was warm, scented with magic and skin.
Hunter was the first to speak, voice rough but tender.“You realize you just made it impossible for me to sleep anywhere else but by your side, right?”
Lennox laughed quietly.“Same.We’re officially spoiled.”