Chapter 15
Atlas
Things got blurry after we carved the sigil into Marta’s chest. Magic ripped through us, almost knocking me off my feet, and then I wanted…I didn’t know what. Both of them. All of them. All of us.
It was fucking confusing and absolutely fantastic. It was the best high I’d ever had, more potent than the best whiskey, more exhilarating than the purest cocaine. I could have gorged myself on this ecstasy for the rest of my life.
Marta glanced between us, our blood fresh on her mouth, crimson dripping down her naked chest, a similar look of desire and energy twinkling behind her sensuous gaze.
For half a heartbeat, we stood there, staring at each other. Then Wes acted. He grabbed Marta behind her neck and pulled her to his mouth, devouring the remnants of our spell. He licked and kissed, wrestling his tongue with hers while she moaned into the touch.
Fuck me.
The sight made my cock twitch, sending that delicious heat coasting down to my balls and the back of my legs.
It was like watching them in the supply closet, except this time, I felt the kiss on my own lips.
Their combined passion rattled through my torso, echoing through my heart and stomach.
I should have been jealous. Maybe some small part of me was.
But Wes had hit the nail on the head. We’d spent our entire lives together. What was mine was his. Forever. Marta was gorgeous; I couldn’t deny that. But Wes was…powerful. Strong. Beautiful. I’d always thought it, but I could never admit it, at least not out loud. Not until now.
It could have been the aftereffects of the spell. Or maybe it was the combination of the fire and moon lighting him up like a Greek God. Whatever it was, I’d never been more attracted to both of them.
When they broke apart, Marta turned to me, her stare hungry and greedy. I didn’t think, couldn’t think, just reacted. I grabbed her throat, yanked her toward me, and consumed her mouth. Her lips tasted like sugar and Wes and her, decadent magnificent her.
Us.
She tasted like us.
She ghosted her hands up my bare chest to my neck, where she tangled her fingers in my hair, raking her nails over my scalp. I groaned and wrapped my arms around her lower back to bring her closer, and fuck, when her belly rubbed up against my cock, a shiver wrenched through my nerves.
I wanted her.
I want both of them.
When she finally stepped back, she licked her lips and glanced at Wes, who stared at me with the same desperate affection that had been in Marta’s eyes moments ago.
Everything in me wanted to taste him. My entire body wanted to press against his in a way I’d never experienced before. I knew everything about him. I was familiar with every part of his personality and his habits and the way he sighed and relaxed just before he drifted off to sleep. But this…
The way I wanted him now didn’t just toe the admittedly blurry boundary between us; it set the fucking thing on fire and danced around the ashes.
He stepped closer, and my heart pounded. He curled his hands into fists, and my breath caught. He tilted his chin up to stare down his nose at me, and I nearly sobbed with ache.
When he reached up to grab the back of my head, that imaginary boundary exploded. I launched at him, wrapping my hands around his neck and bringing his face to mine.
The ground went out from under me. My knees shook, and his massive chest pressed against mine, the fresh triangles on our ribs lining up.
Something in that tiny intimacy made me more feral for him.
We didn’t kiss. No. We battled for power, for strength, for lust. He wanted me as much as I wanted him, and the haze of the magic lingering in our bodies fueled the frenzy.
He lapped at my lips with his tongue, seeming to devour the forbidden essence of what had been building between us for decades. And I let him. I opened my mouth and sucked him in as deeply as I could, curling my arm around his neck to bring him closer. Always closer.
I could have stood there for eons, drowning in the despicable craving between us, but Wes stepped back entirely too soon, breaking the connection.
He exhaled on a sigh, pressing the palm of his hand to my heart, right over my new triangle mark.
Our eyes met, and his sparkled in the moonlight, making the ruby-red seem even more entrancing.
Marta stood next to us and rubbed her hands over our shoulders.
“Let it flow through you,” she murmured as she pushed up on her toes to lick a path across my neck, and fuck, I was done for.
Everything after that was a blur of hands and mouths and murmured sighs of content.
Marta dropped to her knees in front of us and tucked her fingers under the waistbands of our pants, shoving them down to our ankles in tandem.
Wes was just as hard as I was, and when she took my cock, I jolted from the shock of pleasure that went through me.
I’d had threesomes before. I’d even been involved in foursomes that had escalated to full-blown orgies by the end.
But nothing had ever turned me on more than watching her swipe her tongue under Wes’s cock while she stroked mine.
Even though she was doing it to him, I sensed the thrill of her mouth on my skin, the wet warmth, the magnetic pull of flying high with endorphins.
A deep, guttural groan escaped my throat, and I rolled my head back on my shoulders to let the sensations have me. And when she wrapped her perfect mouth around my dick, I nearly lost it and came on the spot. My hips jerked forward, seeking more of her, longing for her throat.
She teased me. She flicked her tongue over my slit and let me go with a loud pop before going back to Wes and doing the same thing. She was face-fucking him, but I felt it like she was doing it to me, too.
She was doing it to us.
Us.
Ours.
“I’m losing my fucking mind,” I said, running my hands over my face and back into my hair.
“Aww, you’re making him blush, sweet girl.” Wes laughed and sank his fingers into her hair to guide her head as she worked him. “I think he likes it.”
“Hmm,” she said, letting him go to return to me. “I think he wants more.”
She stared up my body with those blood-soaked eyes gone to magic and lust, and a wave of yearning hit me so hard in the gut, I almost wilted.
I reached down to tangle my fingers in her hair, and I touched Wes’s hand as he nudged her toward me.
The contact rattled me, and even in my drunken haze, I knew we were doing something irreversible.
The tether in our blood magic amplified the experience.
“Want me to drain you dry, warrior?” she asked, raising an eyebrow. “Want me to suck your soul out through your—”
“Don’t fucking talk to me like that,” I whimpered. “I’m barely hanging on as it is.”
Wes laughed harder and stepped closer to me, kissing a trail up my neck to my jaw before latching onto my earlobe.
“Such a strong man turned to mush by a sweet little sinner,” he whispered. “Tsk, tsk, tsk. What happened to the guy who could go all night, huh? Or don’t tell me you’re so turned on by seeing my cock that you’ve lost your stamina?”
Wes’s words, combined with the way Marta massaged my dick, had me panting and gripping her hair just to ground myself in reality.
But I couldn’t hold on. It was too much—the sinful thirst for both of them, the sounds of the night mixing with classic rock on the radio, the way she pumped me and sucked me.
I lost my composure and exploded in her mouth like a teenager on prom night.
It was embarrassing. It was amazing. My soul soared into the sky, rounded the universe, and collapsed back into me with an earth-shattering eruption.
I jerked and shivered and moaned while she swallowed me down, smiling up at me with a victorious grin.
Dizzy and enthralled, I dug my aching palms into my eyes to come back to myself.
My legs wobbled, for Christ’s sake. But when I came to, Marta had moved onto Wes, sucking him off with as much vigor and enthusiasm as she’d done to me.
Except he was much more in control of himself.
He had both hands wrapped in her hair, rutting his hips toward her face like he was chasing his first orgasm ever.
My cock twitched to life again, and it was only then that I wondered exactly what we’d unleashed in these woods. But payback was fair game.
I took advantage of his distraction to lean in and lick a trail of sweat beading down his throat, causing him to moan and tilt his head back to grant me more access, which I greedily took. He tasted like salt and man, and I wanted more of it.
“Do you know how hot you look like this?” I whispered, reaching up to grab a fistful of his dark hair and yank his head back farther.
He let out a low chuckle and flashed a devil’s grin, something wicked and dark that only spurred me on.
“Watching her suck you off turns me on more than you can possibly imagine. Watching you eat her pretty little cunt nearly made me bust in my pants.” I tightened my grip on his hair, and he hissed. “I bet you wanted me to see, didn’t you? I bet you were even thinking about me when it happened.”
“Fuck.” He clenched his eyes shut, his features twisting into a grimace laced with euphoria.
“That’s right,” I said. “I know you, Wes. Just like I know you’re going to fuck her throat and come on her tongue and replay this memory for months to come.
And when you do, you’re going to think about me.
” I yanked his hair harder and kissed his jaw, relishing in the delicious little sounds he made.
“Now be a good boy and give her what she wants.”