Chapter 7 Gracie
Suggested Listening: WAP by Cardi B featuring Megan Thee Stallion
T he room is utterly silent and I have no real idea what’s going on now that the growling, moaning, and violent thrusting has stopped. Are they cuddling? Or something else ?
One thing is for certain, I’m not thinking about anything outside of this room.
When Vyslan made the casual remark about Ezra fucking him, I honestly thought my sweet store manager would only see it through as some sort of unnecessary favor. The honorable guy falling on the sword for the maiden so I didn’t have to fuck the big, scary demon. A little piece of me died realizing that Ezra is only into men. It makes sense with how many women have hit on him without success. I can’t believe I didn’t pick up on it sooner. But it is what it is. He’s had his life turned upside down. I’m not going to begrudge him anything that brings him joy. And besides, we’re friends. Right?
Ezra has been my rock. And now I’ll have to share him with someone. Maybe not the demon, though after that display I wouldn’t be surprised. I didn’t see it earlier, but Ezra and Vys make sense on some level. Ezra deserves to have someone that understands this life and can look out for him. I don’t know what level of demon Vyslan is, but he’s clearly powerful. He could watch out for Ezra in a way I can’t.
Right now I’ve got another very pressing problem to deal with.
It’s so damn quiet in here I don’t dare slide my fingers out of my pussy. It’s going to make the worst squelching sound because I was in deep when the show suddenly ended. Like I’m pretty sure my vag just tried to suction my whole hand up in there.
I like rough sex, but what just happened was beyond that. There’s blood all over Vyslan’s face, and that’s been smeared on Ezra and the blanket. I would never be on board for something so raw and brutal. I’d be out of commission for days recovering. Not to mention the wounds that would take a hell of a long time to heal. But listening to them and realizing how into it they were? That’s what got me off three times. And maybe that makes me a dirty voyeur pervert, but this is my bedroom. If they don’t want to be objectivized, have sex somewhere not in front of me.
Ezra’s head lifts and I hear soft murmurs that create a lump in my throat and my eyes prickle with unwanted tears.
Damn them.
I miss intimacy. Those quiet moments spent in euphoric bliss where everything seems possible and good. I even miss the weight of a body pressing me down into the bed. How it always made me feel sheltered and safe. The way I felt like I couldn’t breathe. It was always the best and worst feeling.
I want that . But why does no one ever want me ?
I thought I had that with Puck. He made me feel special. Beautiful. Wanted. But clearly I’m not all that great if he was able to just drop me and leave for weeks. And not just once. Twice.
That’s just how the fae are. The stereotype is that they run hot, then cold without any warning. Unless you’re a powerful fae, where there’s some benefit in a match or their fated mate, eventually they will leave. I was just dumb enough to think I was different somehow. That we wouldn’t follow that same pattern.
And then we did. I think that’s what I’m most upset about. I gave Puck the benefit of the doubt. And he betrayed that trust in true fae form twice. And I allowed it to happen.
Tipping my head back, I breathe a few times to try to get myself under control. Usually, when I have witchweed, it makes everything better. But it also heightens my feelings and maybe sometimes I get a little hyper-emotional.
Okay.
I can’t lie to myself.
Witchweed makes me an emotional mess half of the time. But it’s about the only time I can unclench enough to feel anything except panic lately. I’ve been so focused on holding things together that I haven’t given myself time and space to fall apart. Even the strong friend has to have a moment of weakness. And witchweed allows me the space and breath to have that. But right now, I feel very out of sorts. Like left and right have become north and south.
“Gracie,” Vyslan says my name, drawing it out.
I need them to leave. I need to be alone so I can have my single girl pity party about how my life isn’t fair in peace. Then I can get a good angry fuck on a dildo before passing out. They can go canoodle in a guestroom or Ezra can take the sex demon home with him since they’ve got so much in common or whatever. And I can handle sending him back never, if that’s what they want.
“Gracie?” It’s the waver in Ezra’s voice that draws my attention back to the room.
Vyslan sits on the edge of my bed, the ruined comforter behind him, with his elbows on his knees. His cock is still semi-erect, but there’s a distinct lack of tension clinging to him.
“What?” I croak out.
“Eyes on me, Gracie,” Vyslan says and smiles when our gazes lock. “Want to show us what you’ve been working on over there?”
Shit. Fuck. And damn it all.
“No. Fuck off.” Harsh words help hide my fear. That someone will realize I don’t have my shit together. I’m one bad moment from utter disaster.
Ezra takes a step closer, but Vyslan reaches out, grabs his hand, and yanks him back.
“Gracie, you’re in an enclosed space with two beings who can probably count how many orgasms you’ve had based on your scent.”
My stomach drops and my eyes just about pop out of my head. Neither of those two sensations has anything on the heat roasting my face. I lost my grip on the bullet vibrator. It’s somewhere in the cushions. And I’m not terribly keen on either of them finding out more about what I’ve been up to.
“You can—what?” I knew vampire senses were good. But being able to tell how many orgasms I had, good? That’s bonkers.
Vyslan’s grin spreads and he hooks his fingers through Ezra’s, like they’re a couple, and tugs. “Ezra?”
“Yeah?” Ezra looks at me like he’s confused and I have to wonder, did I just cross a line? Did I fuck up?
“You know your way around the house. Would you grab some water, mate?”
“Sure,” Ezra says slowly, then bends and grabs his shorts.
There’s an awkward moment where he steps into his shorts then sort of shrinks. One moment he’s the sexy, bloody vamp. And the next he looks like he does every day. Only, now that I’ve seen him one way, I can spot all the things I should have way before now. The drooped shoulders. The way his head seems to hang. How he draws in on himself.
What the fuck just happened? And did I do that to him?
None of us speak as the door shuts behind him and I just sit there and gape.
I’d forgotten about the scars. I saw them when he was turned, then never again. And he’s never spoken about them.
How selfish have I been? How wrapped up in my own drama can I get? Ezra is my friend. Except I think I’ve been pretty shitty to him, all things considered.
“Gracie,” Vyslan says, all business now.
“What?” I snap.
“Ezra likes you. Do you like him?”
“I—what?”
“He’ll be back in like a second. Come on, girl. Do you like him or not?” He wags his finger at me and despite watching him just beg Daddy for more, I’m somehow looking to Vyslan to tell me what the fuck I’ve just done. “Yes or no answers only.”
“But—”
“Yes or no. Do you like Ezra in a sexual, I want to bang your hot body, kind of way?”
I suck in a breath. “It’s not like that!”
He rolls his eyes. “Okay, but that’s where it starts for a lot of people. I’m an incubus, not a relationship counselor. You see someone and think I’d bang that . That’s how I know if you’re compatible. Talk to someone smart if you want a different answer. You got me here now. So what is it? Yes or no?”
I bite my lower lip.
When Ezra first showed up and we got the initial situation settled, my attraction to Ezra caused plenty of issues between Puck and I. I spent so long telling Puck that I was just friends with Ezra that I think I fell into this role. It’s not common in witch culture for a woman to have only one partner, but I was raised human. So when Puck wanted us to be exclusive, it wasn’t that big of a deal. Not until I met my vampire. It’s been easy enough to shove those feelings down deep and lean into our friendship. But if I’m honest? Besides Briella and Poppy, the best friend in my life is Ezra. And I’d have to be dead, cremated, and my soul banished to not think he’s a hot piece of ass. But can’t a guy be hot and my friend? Am I being a bad friend and boss for feeling the way I do?
The door swings open and the vampire himself comes in with some of the water bottles from the fridge. Poppy has a thing about single use plastics, so we have three dozen metal water bottles constantly floating about that get sterilized, then refilled. I might have an opinion if I was involved with it, but the house handles everything except the sterilization for us, so it’s not a big deal.
Vyslan’s grin is a direct meter of his sadism. That’s what I’ve decided. “Gracie, I expect an answer.”
Ezra closes the door and stands there, looking between the two of us. His face is lined with worry. He’s looked at me like this so often, but I’ve never hated it until now. Everything is changing.
I’d rather have him as a friend than lose him. But Vyslan asked a simple yes or no question. If I can’t be honest with Ezra, Vyslan should at least know what he’s getting into.
“Yes,” I say.
“And if it were an option right now, yes or no?” he asks.
Ezra frowns. “What’d I miss?”
Vyslan winks at me. “Sh, the grownups are talking.”
Ezra growls and throws a bottle of water at Vyslan, only seeming to realize it isn’t a plastic bottle the moment it leaves his hand. Which makes the demon snatching the bottle out of the air without even looking way hotter than it should be. Conceptually, I know that people all like different things in bed. But I’m having a little difficulty with Vyslan switching from bottom to Dominant so quickly. Whatever that was on the bed, it wasn’t the demon being submissive, that’s for sure. But I don’t think he’d accept the same treatment from me. No, I think he wants me obedient and pliant. I probably should have warned him those are two words no one would ever associate with me.
If I could fuck my best friend right now, with no negative consequences?
“Yeah. Yes. Sure.”
“What’s the question?” Ezra asks slowly.
Vyslan flops back to recline on his elbows. His chest and thighs glisten with moisture that has yet to dry. “Mate, yes or no?”
“What?” Ezra frowns. “I mean… If Gracie says yes, then okay. Whatever she wants. She’s the boss.”
Vyslan groans and I wither.
Ezra did not just say that. It’s like he’s trying to dry me out over here.
Vyslan shakes his head and looks at the ground. “This is what I’m working with?”
“What are you talking about?” Ezra grumbles and looks at me. “What’d I say this time?”
“Nothing,” I mutter.
“Gracie?” Vyslan runs his fingers through his hair, like the sensation is new and different for him. I suppose that since his hair is usually burning, this is a new thing. “Now, I can fix this. But I need you to be on board with it with no other information . Otherwise, your head will ruin the game.”
“Okay,” I say slowly.
“Okay, is not a yes. This is a clear-cut yes or no situation, sweet witch. I don’t want there to be any miscommunication. If you say yes, I’m taking charge and you won’t get another say in the matter. I’m asking you to give me complete and total control.”
Ezra frowns. “Hey now… Gracie? Is this a good idea?”
Always my protector.
My skin burns. I can’t even look at him or the lie will crumble.
Vyslan juts his thumb toward Ezra. “This guy. Can you believe it?”
“Fine. Yes,” I say. Even if it is stupid to give the very powerful demon free rein to do whatever he wants with us. Apparently, that’s the level of bad decision we’re at tonight.
For once, I don’t want to be in charge. I don’t want to be the responsible one.
Ezra sets the remaining two bottles down on the nightstand and glares at Vyslan. “Are you going to ask me?”
The demon laughs and leans over, slapping the back of Ezra’s calves. “I already know your answer, mate. Thank me later, yeah?”
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” Ezra mutters and looks at me, but I can’t bring myself to meet his gaze.
Vyslan takes one of those deep, long-suffering breaths of air, then exhales. But it’s like it takes twice as long. Ezra and I just exist while Vyslan blows his hot air up into the room.
I’m not stupid. I know he’s doing something . It’s the what that’s a mystery.
I have no idea what I just agreed to, and Vyslan is an incredibly powerful demon. It’s a small wonder Poppy isn’t in here dragging me to the church of reason, because I think I’ve lost mine. Everything I know about demonic culture revolves around power, who has it, and how to get more. This situation is stupid. I know it’s a bad idea to get tangled with a powerful demon, and based on his size alone, Vyslan has got to be the strongest demon I’ve ever run across. We’re lucky he’s so polite. I should be trying to banish him or something, not fuck his brains out. But it’s like my mind has taken this as a challenge and I’m determined to see it through now. Which isn’t nearly as good of a thing as it sounds like. My stubbornness has gotten me into too many situations to count.
I see the glimmer of magic in the air. I suck in a deeper breath, finally getting a hit of his magic. A full analysis of the spell would take a long, unsexy amount of time. But I can tell at a quick touch what this is and my jaw drops while Vyslan grins at me, then winks.
Incubus. Of course , his specialty is intimate magic. The witchweed has given me a case of the dumbs, that’s for sure.
My heart rate picks up and I breathe quicker, sucking down some of his spell. I shiver in anticipation as my stomach knots. He’s already figured out that I’m holding myself back. That my head gets in my way. Is it possible he’s going to do something about that? Give me a method other than the witchweed to release some of the pressure?
“Show us what you’re working with, love,” Vyslan purrs.
I relax back into the sofa as I feel the first tingling sensation that tells me his magic is working.
I could dispel it. That would be easy enough to do. It’s not all that powerful, just potent. But…
I don’t want to.
For a moment, I want to feel something good . Anything at all. And that’s what Vyslan is giving me. If he’s right and Ezra does want me, well, that’s something we’ll have to figure out later. And if Ezra wants a boyfriend and a girlfriend, that just means I’ll actually get a few blessed moments to myself.
I can feel the magic working through my nervous system, relaxing my inhibitions. It’s not a strong spell. More of a suggestion. I could easily resist this if I wanted to . Instead, I’ll use it as a crutch because I’m not brave enough to admit what I truly want. He’s giving me this tidy excuse to be vulnerable, to remove the burden of choosing this because if I allow it, everything I do from here on out is his fault. Technically speaking. But we both know I’m complicit.
Biting my lip, I push the blanket aside. I can’t blame his magic for this. I’m choosing to participate. But I like the idea it isn’t all me. It allows me to pretend I have no choice. To act like I’m sultry and sensual. There’s this idea that because of my size, I need to apologize for existing or wanting sex. It’s a dance I hate. So it’s a relief to not give a fuck. To just be me.
With the way I’m sitting in the corner of the sofa, it’s not like they can see anything beyond bare thighs and maybe a vague idea that I’m not wearing panties anymore. The tank top is voluminous enough it hides the important bits.
“Naughty girl,” the incubus purrs. “Getting naked by yourself?”
I stare down my nose at the demon and pretend Ezra isn’t there. It helps me be a tiny bit braver as Vyslan’s magic settles into me. “It’s my room, in case you forgot.”
I thought incubus magic might feel like witchweed. A sort of euphoric high. But this is different . I shift a bit against the cushions, my body alight with yearning. Like I’ve been edged for hours and hours and hours. I suck in a ragged breath and fling my right leg out to hang off the sofa.
The need to come is slowly eating up my other thoughts. All I can think about is something thick and hard moving inside of me and how good that would feel.
Ezra moans and both Vyslan and I look at where he’s standing by the door, biting his own hand and staring at me with wide, hungry eyes.
I didn’t really believe what Vyslan was saying. Not until this moment. Maybe I’ve been willfully ignorant or stress has blinded me to the obvious signs, but I really didn’t know. And now I can’t deny the hungry way he looks at me or the fire in his eyes.
My best friend is in love with me. And I might be in love with him, too.
That thought summons my insecurities, but they’re dulled by the witchweed and magic. I have to look a mess with my hair up and only wearing a tank top. The lighting isn’t flattering. The angle is all wrong. Yet he’s looking at me like he wants to eat me.
“Mate, use your words,” Vyslan urges. “If you want a taste, you should ask. Gracie, you’ve made yourself all sloppy and wet. How about Ezra and I clean that up for you? Would you like that?”
The mental image of me clinging to Vys’ horns while Ezra sucks my neck is now my top fantasy. I clutch my sex, sliding my fingers impossibly deep into my body, and moan.
Vyslan’s tone is sterner when he reminds me, “Use your words, sweet witch.”
“Yes,” I hiss out.
Ezra drops to his knees like that one word just bowled him over. And then he’s crawling across the room toward me, looking like he’s a starving man and I’m the buffet. It makes my heart hammer against my ribs and a thrill shoot through me. This is someone who has seen me at my worst, my ugliest both inside and out, and still desires me.
I pump my fingers in my pussy as the need builds. And then Ezra is there. My chest heaves as his hands start at my ankle, sliding their way up. There’s a little blood on his thumb from his bite and it smears across my calf. Not much. A drop, maybe. But it’s a piece of him.
I stare into his blue eyes as he settles on the carpet in front of me. His hands slide around to the back of my knees and he tugs with enough force to drag my ass to the very edge of the sofa and wedges my legs apart with his too-damn-wide shoulders.
“Fuck, Gracie,” he mutters.
Vyslan comes to kneel behind him and whispers, “Words, Ezra.”
Their quick role reversal is giving me whiplash, but I think I like it. Especially when Vyslan grabs a handful of Ezra’s hair and pushes his face toward my pussy. Only, no. Vyslan is holding him back . Like Ezra might devour me, given the opportunity.
Ezra looks at me, but it almost feels like I’m seeing a different version of him. One he keeps hidden. His eyes are darker now, the irises blown out. But not like earlier when they went all black. His fangs are just barely visible against his lower lip. The way Vyslan is holding onto his hair makes his face sharper, more feral. “I want to taste your pretty pussy.”
The words are a shock, but the way the light gleams off his fangs? That’s the stuff of fantasy.
I slide my fingers through my folds and bite my lower lip, caught up in the lust. Did he feel this way the whole time? Was it always there? Had I just blinded myself to the signs? Or is this the passion of the moment?
Ezra strains against Vyslan’s hold. “I’ll die a happy man for one taste.”
“What do you say, sweet witch? Put a poor man out of his misery?”
“Yes,” I hiss.
And then Vyslan lets go.
Ezra surges toward me, diving head first between my legs. I brace myself, expecting the sharp sting of teeth, so I’m shocked when I feel the flat of his tongue lapping at my inner thighs ever so gently. I arch and try to wiggle away because it tickles, but Ezra’s grip is like iron. There’s no getting out of it as he nuzzles the sensitive flesh and licks each smear and drop of fluid.
Vyslan moves around to the back of the sofa. I’m not even aware he’s there until hands smooth over my shoulders, pressing me back into the cushions. Holding me down. My head falls back and I look at him upside down.
“How you feeling, sweet witch?” he whispers.
I gasp as Ezra’s tongue drifts higher, closer to my sex. I still haven’t solved the problem of extracting my hand.
“Fine,” I mutter.
“Fine? I think we can do better than that, don’t you?”
I reach up with my other hand and cup the back of his neck, bringing him down so I can whisper into his ear. “More. Please? ”
I’m thinking too much. Despite the witchweed and magic, I can feel my thoughts spinning and picking up speed I the background. It’s only a matter of time until I shatter this perfect moment with self-doubt. And I don’t want to. I want to indulge in a moment of honesty.
“You sure?” Vyslan asks.
“Yes.”
Ezra likely hears us, because his attentions ease off. But I pretend he’s just taking a breath. I need to relinquish control. I need to turn off my mind completely or I’m going to ruin this.
“The two of you are going to want to fuck. But I’m not going to be the reason you have regrets tomorrow morning. No one’s sticking their dicks in your hot little body tonight. Can you agree to that? Tongues, fingers, dildos—yes. Dicks—no.”
I groan, but a thought occurs to me. “Your heat?”
“Ezra took the edge off. There’ll be another wave. Now I think we should deal with you .” He slides his hand down my shoulder to rest on my chest. As he speaks, he dips his fingers under the neckline of my tank top, then down over my breast. “You think you’re so clever, trying to negotiate what you want.”
He pinches my nipple, causing me to gasp, and blows his incubus magic directly into my mouth.
I don’t know if the difference is the potency or the range of exposure, but I can tell the difference immediately. If the first taste was like being edged, this is ten billion times worse. All other concerns fall away. I no longer care that Ezra is my employee or our complicated history. Emotions don’t factor in. All I need is release.
Vyslan reaches down and grasps my wrist, pulling my hand from my pussy at last. He lifts it so he can stretch over me and sucks my thumb into his mouth.
Ezra’s hands clench my knees and he shoves them farther apart before licking the length of my slit. I gasp and moan, the combination coming out garbled as I try to sort and respond to the both of them.
It’s too much. Too good.
It feels like Ezra has my labia in his mouth, cleaning my skin. My legs fall bonelessly over one of his shoulders and over the side of the sofa. Vyslan twists and gently pinches my nipple. It’s not hard or even sudden, but the sensation zings around inside me to the point I’m robbed of any ability to think.
My hand is rotated and Vyslan wraps his lips around a second finger as Ezra gets his hands into the game. He thrusts his tongue deep inside while his hands lift and shift me on the cushions so I’m reclining back, almost laid out with my ass in his hands, looking up at a chuckling Vyslan.
“You put on such a good show,” he purrs.
“Fuck you,” I mutter.
He grins and I swear I can see the flutter of flames in his hair and along his horns again. But only for a fraction of a second. “Oh, there will be time for that later.”
I moan and arch my back, just thinking about that monstrously large dick. Even the fun sized version is big .
“Fuck!” I shout and wiggle my hips, but there’s no getting away from Ezra as he licks my insides.
His tongue is so deep inside of me it feels indecent. Like this shouldn’t be happening. I know in a few hours I’ll have a laundry list of why this shouldn’t have happened. But fuck , does it feel good .
Vyslan crawls onto the sofa, contorting his body to press against my side while he toys and abuses my nipples.
“See how hungry he was, sweet witch?” Vyslan purrs.
Reaching over, I grab him by the horn. I’m not sure if it’s allowed or frowned on. All I know is that this will allow me to do what I want. His eyes go wide and I jerk Vyslan’s face to mine for a hard, messy kiss. There’s pain from how our teeth and lips clash at first, but it only takes a second for him to understand what I want. And does he ever deliver.
Closing my eyes, I listen to the wet sounds of Ezra eating my pussy coupled with the enthusiastic way Vyslan kisses. I could die like this and be happy. It’s like all of my nerves are lighting up with pleasure. For once, nothing hurts or twinges. I just feel so damn good . But it’s a desperate good. A need-to-come-right-now kind of good that has me twisting and undulating against my vampire kind of good.
Reaching down, I shove my hand into Ezra’s hair without thinking, pressing him just a little deeper as I shift my hips.
He moans and I feel more suction on my clit.
Fuck. I could—
Vyslan does something. It’s like there are two live wires attached to my nipples and he sends an electric-like charge through them.
I throw my head back and scream, thrashing about as I do, completely at the mercy of my orgasm. My heels dig into Ezra’s back as I try to bow my spine toward the ceiling, which only pushes him to discover new frontiers between my legs. All the while, Vyslan fucks my mouth with his tongue as I thrash and moan. It goes on and on, with my awareness ping ponging from one end of my body to the next. I begin to quiver and my legs shake. When my head comes back to my body, I’m going to be so shocked by the lewd tableau. But right now? It feels fucking magical.
“Easy. Easy, Ezra. Don’t overdo it,” Vyslan says.
I think he pushes Ezra away from my pussy. My body continues to twitch and I moan when cool air meets my heated skin. I’m so overwhelmed. It’s like I’m floating on water, except water is loud. So very loud. I gasp for air while two sets of hands stroke my bare skin. I’m vaguely aware of lips pressing to my knees and shoulders.
Fuck, those mouths are talented.
Despite my bone-melting orgasm, I’m still needy. Still hungry for more.
Vyslan chuckles. “You asked for more, sweet witch.”
I whine and hook one arm around his neck while I grip his cock with the other.
He pitches forward, but doesn’t kiss me. Instead, his lips move, speaking annoying words. “Your hands are just as sweet as the rest of you. But, if you keep doing that, my need will return.”
Vyslan grasps my wrists, then presses a kiss to each palm. I’m still very aware of Ezra’s hands sliding up and down my calves while he kisses my knees.
“W-What did you do to her?” Ezra asks.
“Nothing she didn’t explicitly ask me to do.”
“Will you just answer the fucking question?” Ezra snaps.
I’d really like him to bite me. Maybe not a full-on drink-from-me. But I’ve heard so many stories about how good vamp bites can be. I’d really like to find out for myself.
“Fine. If you must ruin the moment, I released a spell that heightens sexual desire. In essence, you’re both mindless for sex. Consider this your very own heat. Her more than you because she looked at me and asked for more.”
“Why would you do that?”
“Ezra, I’ve only known Gracie for a very short period of time, but can you honestly tell me she isn’t the type of woman who is always in control? Always the ringleader?”
Ezra is quiet for a moment before he says, “That’s her exactly.”
“Sometimes strong people need to be unshackled from their responsibilities so they can relieve themselves for a moment. That’s what Gracie has given me permission to do for her, because she wants to prevent her mind from coming up with a reason to stop this interlude that she very much wants.” Vyslan suddenly twists my nipple. It’s not hard, but I’m so sensitive and the touch so unexpected that I squeal. “Any more questions?”
“No.” Ezra’s voice is deeper and fuck do I want him to bite me.
“Gracie,” Vyslan says in a sing-song voice.
“Hngh?”
“Do you still need to come?”
“So, so, so much,” I whimper.
“How would you like to come?” he asks. “Is there something you’d like? Something in that pretty head of yours you’re too afraid to ask for?”
I glance toward the fireplace and the thick, plush rug. It’s too much to ask for.
A hand digs into my hair and my head is turned until I’m looking at Vyslan’s kind of dopey human face. He really is handsome either way, but I’m kind of into the demon version of him. His grin widens. Not all of his teeth are blunt or remotely human looking, which should be terrifying.
“This is going to be good,” he purrs and continues to toy with my aching nipple. “Tell me how we’re going to pleasure you. Come on. You have us both wrapped around your finger. Command us, sweet witch.”
“I… I can’t say it.” My voice is small and squeaky, strange to my ears.
Ezra wraps his arms around my knees, his body pressed between my thighs and his head practically on my lap. “Gracie, please?”
I lose myself in his blue eyes. They’ve always made me think of sunshine. But I’ve been editing my thoughts. The full thought isn’t that he embodies sunshine, it’s that I want to see him moving over me, the blue sky stretched out above him while the sun makes his hair look like spun gold. I want him in the most selfish way possible. And he wants me .
What the fuck is wrong with me? When did I get like this?
“Gracie.” Vyslan gives my head a gentle shake. Just enough to dislodge the self-destructive thoughts. “There you go. Look at him. Look at how much he wants to please you. What is it you want from us?”
“I…” My chest rises and falls far too quickly. My head is all tingly and floaty feeling. But my hips keep shifting, seeking friction that doesn’t exist. I tip my head up and look at Vyslan. “I want to ride your demon tongue.”
Vyslan’s brows shoot up and a delighted grin spreads across his face. “Is that all?”
I look down at Ezra already staring forlornly at the sofa cushion next to my thigh. “No. I want Ezra to bite me.”
He jolts, squeezing my thighs to his sides as he gapes up at me. “Y-you do?”
“Now this is getting fun.” Vyslan’s nose drags a line up my cheek before pressing his lips to the corner of my mouth.
Before tonight, the last person who kissed me was Puck. And that’s just not right.
“Ezra?”
“Yes?”
“Kiss me?”
He surges up my body, hands gently clasping my face as his soft lips mold to my own. He’s so very gentle, my half-vampire. Despite the monster he’s become, he’s still so achingly sweet and na?ve. It makes me want to protect that part of him. I loop my arms over his shoulders and lock my heels behind him.
There’s no going back. I don’t know what comes next, but I can’t keep pretending. I want Ezra.
“The two of you make quite the picture.”
Vyslan.
How had I forgotten him?
I turn my head and we both peer up, up, up, up, way up at Vyslan. Even with the high ceilings in here he still seems like a giant. A very naked, very flamey giant. He crouches next to us and I stare at the flames making up his hair. They seem to dance and spin, giving off the same playful energy he does.
“Ezra, think you can give Gracie what she wants?”
“W-what was that again? A bite?” He turns his head, brow creased. “I don’t know, Gracie. I… I’d never bitten anyone before tonight.”
My jaw drops while I process that. I’d just assumed that in the last year he would have bitten someone .
“Ezra, eyes on me,” Vyslan says. “You aren’t in a feeding frenzy. You aren’t reacting to the scent of blood in the air. Tells me you’re a well-fed vampire who can control himself. You can do a bite without suction. And if I think you’re going to hurt Gracie, I’ll just pop your head like a grape. How’s that?”
“You can’t!” I shriek.
He winks at me. “Never let it get that far, but with apex predators it’s good to lay things out in clear terms. He didn’t gulp down my magic the way you did. He has a lot more rationality in play than you do.”
Ezra’s blue eyes deepen, or maybe it’s just the irises blowing out to encompass everything. “You’d like that, Gracie?”
The way his voice drops, all deep, rich tones with a touch of gravel makes my clit throb with need.
“Yes,” I hiss.
Vyslan grabs Ezra by the hair and stands, dragging my vampire toward the fire. For half a second I panic as I picture the demon throwing Ezra into the flames. But then Vyslan lets him go and drops down to the plush carpet, wiggling from side to side until he’s comfortable. And still very naked with a flagpole of a cock jutting almost straight up.
We lock eyes and everything begins to tingle.
There’s this distant voice in the back of my head chanting, yes , over and over and over again.
I’ve always envied the girls who can let go and take or ask for what they want. That’s never been me. I’ve always had to take charge and do it myself. The idea of someone being there for me and doing the heavy lifting for me is a fucking fantasy. One I’m living right now.
“Gracie?” Vyslan purrs. “Take off that top, please?”
Hell yes! It’s too warm, anyway.
I sit up and pull the loose garment up over my head and send it flying toward the hamper. I’m too lost to his spell to care about anything but him.
Ezra makes a choking sound and braces a hand against the mantle, but I can’t look away from the gargantuan demon somehow not lighting things on fire with his flame-hair while his tail flicks from side to side like a pleased cat.
Vyslan holds out his hand. “Come sit on my face, Gracie.”
I rise from the sofa and shiver.
Another time I know I’ll cringe. But right now I don’t care that I’m naked, my hair isn’t perfect, and the lighting is harsh. I want to know what it feels like to have both of them focused on me.
All the other girls in our coven were having multiple partner orgies by the time we were sixteen, except me. With a human father, there are some aspects of witch culture that I haven’t indulged in. And when I was finally old enough, my insecurities held me back. But I’m safe to explore those desires right now. Ezra and Vyslan aren’t the witches that have mocked me.
I take his hand as I stop at his shoulder and glance at Ezra. His teeth pinch his lower lip while he stares at me like a starving vampire. I shouldn’t like it. Some would say vampires and witches are natural enemies. Yet, I want this.
“Your throne awaits,” Vyslan says with glee. “Come smother me. And Ezra? Lose the shorts.”
Ezra jumps to, shoving his hands down and yanking the athletic shorts off. His cock is already half-hard and bobs toward me eagerly.
Vyslan pulls on my hand, diverting me before I can get distracted. “That’s it. Come to me.”
Once more I’m sucked into his spell. I step over his shoulders, straddling his face, and then I sit. It’s a little awkward with his horns swooping out to the side, but that just means I’m wedged open farther. With how big he is, I’m perched precariously on my toes, fingers buried in the rug.
“I said…” Vyslan’s hand cracks against my ass and I yelp. My hips jerk forward violently as I pussy-slam his face.
I think he mutters something, but fuck if I can hear it. His mouth opens and I have no idea what he’s using or how he does it, but it feels as though my clit is being sucked while his tongue strokes up through my folds, delving deeper. I fist the rug, half-supporting my weight on my hands while my tits sway above his face.
There’s the brush of something warm against the back of my thighs. I’m only vaguely aware of an arm slipping around my waist. Vyslan’s tongue has delved into me, seeming to elongate and stretch to fill me in a way that shouldn’t be possible. Ezra tightens his hold around me, pulling my back flush to his chest and forcing me to sit fully on Vyslan’s face. The demon’s fingers dig into my thighs and he groans while pulling my legs even farther apart until there’s a burn in my hips.
Goddess save me.
My eyes roll back up in my head, turning me limp and pliable while incoherent noises spill from my lips. Ezra tugs my head back to lie on his shoulder and kisses up and down my neck.
Vyslan’s hands slide around my thighs to where he’s making a meal out of me. He uses his fingers to pull me open as far as I’ll stretch and then begins to fuck me with his impossibly thick tongue.
“Fuck!” I moan and try to move, but the two of them have me captured.
“Gracie,” Ezra whispers.
I reach back and fist his hair. I’m only able to twist a little from how tightly he’s holding me, but it’s enough to kiss the corner of his mouth.
My nipples ache. Why won’t someone touch them?
I palm my left breast and pinch my nipple.
“Bite?” I say against his lips.
I’m close. And a distant part of me still wants that fantasy.
“Hold on to his horn,” Ezra says.
I drop my hand from his hair and wrap it around Vyslan’s thick horn. Arching my back, I shift forward and back, pleased when Ezra makes a pained sound of desire.
That’s when he strikes.
I feel him surge against my back, as if he were leaping to attack. His teeth pierce my neck in a brilliant moment of white-hot pleasure. There’s a pinch of pain, but what I’m feeling sends me over the edge. My spine bows forward and I rock against Vyslan’s mouth all while ecstasy radiates down from my neck. It feels like there are a hundred hands stroking my flesh.
All I know is that things will never be the same.