56 Birdie #3
I look to Jasper and see his small smile. His arms are crossed, watching us with approval in his eyes. What I wouldn’t give to have him walk over here, grab me by the hair, and sink his cock down my throat. Fresh waves of lust and power course through me at the thought.
“Yes,” I pant, my head arching back as Dáinn inserts his thick fingers inside me. “Suck me. Please—fuck—”
His fingers rim my entrance, bringing every nerve ending inside my pussy to life. My clit has a pulse, counting down the seconds to my detonation. I can’t bear it. Dáinn needs someone to be in control and I’m losing mine. I’m rootless and trembling. Empty. Aching. I need—
“Jasper, please,” I cry, the words tearing out of my chest.
Our witch crosses to us in an instant, ready to step in and take control.
He stands behind Dáinn. “I have you,” he soothes.
“Have you both.” Dropping a hand to his head, he holds the wraith against my pussy as he claims my mouth in a harsh and needy kiss.
If he was dying before, now he’s very much alive.
Dáinn groans and I feel it everywhere, a vibration against my clit that leaves me gasping for air.
He lifts a hand from my hip and places it over Jasper’s on his head, weaving their fingers together in his messy blonde curls.
His tongue is a furious thing, teasing me until I feel like I’m levitating.
But it’s not enough. I need more. “Your cock,” I pant against Jasper’s lips. “Baby, please—”
He shrugs the suspenders off his shoulders and drops his hands to his pants.
He barely has his heft in hand before he’s pulling me down by the hair, bending me in half over Dáinn’s head to take his cock.
I moan with relief, sinking my mouth around his length.
I was right about the red lipstick. It smears on his shaft as I suck, making a mess of my mouth.
Dáinn presses his fingers deep inside me and Jasper keeps a hand on both our heads as he takes control. “Look at you,” he croons. “Both of you. So good for me. Please our girl, Dáinn. Taste her. Taste me inside her pretty cunt.”
The wraith groans, his tongue slick and hot and perfect as he presses deeper inside me, searching for any taste of the witch.
Imagining how we must taste together, I’m salivating too.
I hum around Jasper’s thick length as he gags me, pounding the back of my throat just like he promised he would in the woods.
I ride Dáinn’s face with my hips as I choke.
I want them both marking me inside and out.
“Fuck!” Chanting a string of obscenities, Jasper pulls me off his cock, letting me catch my breath. I’m swaying on my toes, body humming, as Dáinn curls his fingers along my front wall, pressing in deeper, swirling his tongue on my clit.
“Right there—ohmygod—” My chanting is cut off as Jasper sinks his cock back down my throat. He presses in until my eyes water. That’s when I explode. My orgasm is a furious thing, rocking me forward until I’m all but clinging to Dáinn’s head and shoulders, my throat impaled on Jasper’s cock.
Dáinn removes his fingers from my pussy, sucking me with his clever tongue, claiming my wet release. At the same time, Jasper pulls back, his hand dropping to grip my chin. “Don’t swallow,” he commands.
I nod, teasing his tip with my tongue as his warm release fills my mouth.
He comes with a satisfied groan. It’s more than I can hold.
It drips down my chin, nearly choking me.
Jasper keeps a hold on me with one hand, pulling me off his cock.
Then he’s grabbing Dáinn by the hair, tugging him back too.
He taps the wraith’s cheek. “Open your mouth. Such a good wraith. Take something sweet from both of us.”
Dáinn parts his lips, his gaze starry eyed as he looks up at me.
Smiling, I lean over him and cup his chin.
Slowly, I drip Jasper’s cum into his waiting mouth.
Dáinn takes it all, lapping at it like the eager creature he is.
His groan of relief leaves my pussy fluttering, aching for more.
I stroke his cheek, swiping a dab of Jasper’s cum from his chin with my thumb.
Dáinn sucks it into his mouth as Jasper strokes his hair.
“Good boy,” he says, his voice low. “So good for us.”
Dáinn shuts his eyes tight, his body sagging with relief.
I gently pull my thumb free from his mouth.
Then I’m stepping back, dropping my sparkly flapper dress back over my hips.
My wraith waits on his knees, gazing up at me like I made the sun.
Jasper’s gaze is darker, heavier, like he knows we just started something we all have to finish.
Mine. The word courses through me. I don’t know much about magic, but I know this wraith and this witch are mine.
Behind me, the mage slowly starts to clap.
Shit. For a moment, I forgot we even had an audience. Taking a deep breath, I turn to face him. Baz’s lilac eyes glow with delight.
“Well?” I say with a shrug. “What am I?”
“Oh, Virginia Birdie Rhodes, you are magnificent.”