Chapter 11 Gracie
Suggested Listening: Three by Britney Spears
O ne thing is for certain: Ezra is really good for my ego.
With Puck, I always felt like I was the lucky one. That I didn’t really deserve his love. Now it’s switched and the weight of Ezra’s regard for me takes my breath away. The feel of Ezra’s gaze and the pleading in his voice? I feel so humbled and powerful and confident.
Why wouldn’t I give him what we both want?
Vyslan turns the water off a little over half-full. The tub is so deep that I’m getting the buoyant effect that makes moving through the water easier.
Ezra and I stare at each other while the moment grows taut with sizzling energy. Everything is happening so quickly between us, but I already know that this is something serious. Maybe not this moment, but our connection. It’s why I felt comfortable falling apart with him standing guard. It’s why he so easily slid past my walls. It’s like he was meant to be here with me.
I slide my fist up his cock. “You want me to sit on this cock? Right here?”
“Yes,” he hisses. “Please, Gracie?”
“Okay.”
He freezes. Like it’s genuinely a shock.
Talk about ego boost.
I scoot forward until my knees are spread wide by his thighs as I continue to touch him. Every stroke of his cock bumps my mound, teasing us both. I watch Vyslan out of the corner of my eye for a moment and grin. He has no qualms about touching himself while he watches. And I don’t mind. I’ll need a warmup to that thing, regardless.
I twist my hand, abusing his engorged flesh with a little of the same rough treatment Vyslan’s been giving him. As tender as Ezra can be, I think he likes it. The way his eyes roll back in his head cinches it.
“Eyes on me,” I say in a husky voice that doesn’t sound like me.
His eyes pop open and he grips my thighs, staring at my hands.
“Fuck,” he mutters and bites his lip, his fangs once more protruding.
Reaching over, I swipe my thumb over his lower lip while I continue to stroke his cock. He’s so focused on me that he doesn’t even react when I press my thumb to his razor sharp fang and slice through the meat of my finger. He gasps and I press past his lips. He grips my wrist and forearm as his lips constrict around me and his eyes roll back in his head.
That’s when I strike, so to speak. Lifting up, I sink down on him in one easy move. I’m relaxed, wet, and so damn ready for this. His skin is cool to the touch, which causes me to shiver and squirm as I press down. My body flutters and clenches around his hard length. The closest thing I’ve ever felt to this was a glass dildo. Ezra’s cock is way better. Even the constant pounding in my head lessens as the endorphins help alleviate the pain.
“Oh, you naughty, naughty witch,” Vyslan purrs. He reaches out and grabs a handful of Ezra’s hair.
I try to pull my hand back. Ezra clenches my wrist for a fraction of a second before allowing me to slip through his grasp. He whines and pouts, trying to chase me with his lips.
“Do you like how she tastes?” Vyslan whispers into his ear.
“Yes. It’s like the best damn chocolate I’ve ever tasted. Fuck, Gracie.”
Blood and other fluids are part of a witch’s practice. I’ve had to slice myself up plenty for spells, but this is the first time I’ve ever thought of it as anything other than a pain.
I press my barely bleeding thumb to my chest and swipe a stripe across my collarbone. Thanks to Ezra’s saliva, the cut is almost completely healed, so I have to really squeeze to get even a little smear on each nipple.
Vyslan’s eyes glow like embers as they both stare at me. “Oh, will you look at that, Ezra? Such a snack. You’re a lucky puppy, aren’t you?”
Ezra reaches over and fists Vyslan’s cock. “The luckiest.”
“You should have your treat now.” Vyslan winks and releases Ezra’s hair.
He sits up with that vampire speed, arms wrapping around me as his tongue licks a trail across my chest. He suckles my skin, leaving pale purple marks that will turn into the most interesting bruises. And each time his tongue laves my flesh, my pussy tightens around him. Neither of us is moving, which is its own kind of sweet torture. I tip my head back and surrender to the feel of him as he works from one shoulder to the other.
He kisses up the side of my neck and pauses briefly at the place where he bit last night. It’s only slightly sore and completely healed over. He presses kiss after kiss to the spot, making my toes wiggle. I’ve never felt worshiped before. Not like this. Not like I’m the single most important thing in his life.
The coven won’t like this. Ezra is a powerful non-witch. The only positive for them is the fact he can’t produce offspring. But I don’t care. Ezra is mine. For as long as we want each other. Maybe forever. And for the first time, that thought doesn’t scare me.
At long last, he tilts his head up and kisses me. It’s hungry and demanding, reminding me that under that sweet exterior is an apex predator. One even Vyslan acknowledges. One I helped create. I haven’t forgotten that we still need to untangle that mystery.
“Gracie,” he mutters against my lips as his arms constrict around me and he lifts. Not much. Just enough to shift me on his cock so we both feel the delicious slide of skin-on-skin. There isn’t anything between us.
I lean into the kiss and moan. His tongue presses into my mouth as his hands slide down to cup my ass. My head spins and I know I need to do something. My body is too hot and tight to keep teasing.
The moment I push up, using his shoulders for balance, he lifts me. And when I tighten around him, sure he’s about to slip out, his hold relaxes and I slide back down. The water sloshes against the high walls of the tub and I moan around his tongue. I’m so sensitive and needy I can already feel the deep flutters of muscle around my vaginal walls.
We work in tandem, our lips never parting. My hands are fisted in his hair. I know I’m going to have bruises in the shape of his hands on my hips. And I love it. There’s this slow building, gentle wave low in my belly. It creeps higher and higher, and with it comes the certainty that nothing will ever be the same.
“Ezra,” I whine into his mouth.
“What is it, sweet witch?” Vyslan asks at our shoulder.
I groan and push down, grinding against Ezra.
He keeps one arm banded around me and slips his other hand between us. When I slide back down, this time his fingers are there, stroking over my swollen clit.
“Goddess,” I cry out.
“Gracie, I want to feel you come. I want to make you feel good. Gracie, come for me. I need you to come for me,” Ezra says over and over again against my lips.
“Harder,” I croak.
He growls a little low in his throat, then begins to fuck me. More hands grip me from behind and I feel Vyslan’s intense heat at my back.
“Don’t mind me,” he says and kisses my shoulder.
I’m really fucking not.
I give up the pretense that I’m doing anything and go boneless.
“Put your tail right there,” Ezra says.
Vyslan chuckles. “Oh, I can do better than that.”
Before my mushy brain can wonder what he means, Ezra yanks me down. His head shoots back, chest up, and he groans. His cock twitches and swells inside of me. But that’s not the only thing. Something shifts and moves between us, moving rapidly back and forth against my clit. It’s almost like a vibrator, except it’s mercilessly flicking my clit over and over again.
I throw my head back and scream. Ezra bucks under me. Vyslan rocks his hips against my ass, lifting me slightly before easing me back down, again and again, fucking me with Ezra’s cock and drawing out the orgasm.
Reaching back, I grab one of his horns and pull until I can kiss part of his mouth.
He presses his cock against my ass, rubbing between my cheeks in a lewd manner.
“Fuck, you two are perfect together,” he says against my lips.
“Gracie,” Ezra whines.
I chuckle and turn, almost pitching forward onto Ezra. Our mouths meet in a sloppy kiss. As I stretch to embrace him better.
“Don’t mind me,” Vyslan mutters before sliding his fingers along my folds.
Ezra moans while Vyslan strokes and teases us. I shift my hips and Ezra’s softening cock slips from my body. Vyslan wastes no time spearing me with his fingers, drawing the pleasure out.
I moan and nip Ezra’s lower lip.
Lifting my head, I glance over my shoulder at the demon. “Are you going to fuck me or finger me?”
Vyslan freezes, lower lip sucked deep into his mouth as he bites down on it, and stares at us. “I didn’t want to assume… Ezra?”
My vampire’s hands lift to my breasts, plumping him between his hands. “Can I stay right here?”
“Mm, yes,” I moan as he discovers the bit of blood I left for him. The feel of his tongue on my nipple is divine .
“You two are made for each other.” Vyslan fists my hair and pulls my head back onto his shoulder. My body is barely done twitching from my orgasm and I’m already needy for another. “Do you hear me, sweet witch?”
He talks like he isn’t part of this unique cocktail. And maybe he can’t stay. But we’re going to have to have a talk about how well he fits.
Ezra pinches my nipple with his teeth and my vision goes white. I moan and buck my hips while Vyslan slides his cock between my legs, tunneling through my folds.
Fuck, he’s big .
I reach down and palm his cock.
“You can’t get any smaller, can you?” I ask.
He wheezes a laugh. “All that bulk has to go somewhere. I don’t think I could pack it in any tighter.”
“Oh. It was worth asking.”
“Don’t worry, your pleasure sustains me. I have every reason to make you enjoy yourself.”
Ezra’s head pops up. “Can confirm.”
“Suck those tits, Daddy,” Vyslan snarls.
Ezra licks across my chest and plumps my breasts in his hands. I grip his shoulders, otherwise I think I might collapse.
“Goddess,” I mutter helplessly as thick fingers slide into me, stretching my already sensitive sex.
His fingers scissor apart, and then I feel the blunt head of his cock wedge into that opening. His fingers ease out and he pushes in.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!” I chant. It’s an intense sensation and so very warm.
Vyslan fucks me with just the tip of his cock, teasing that ring of flesh and nerves until I’m clenching and needy. A new heat spreads across my lower body and my muscles go soft and supple. I feel like I’m collapsing on top of Ezra. He seems to realize it, too, and lifts his head, offering me his shoulder to prop my head on.
“Almost there. You’re doing so well, sweet witch. So fucking good!”
It feels like he’s bulging through my stomach. Yes, it feels tight and so very hot between my legs, but there’s no pain. Some incubus magic he hasn’t shared with us, perhaps?
And then his hips slam against my ass and his body curves over mine. All three of our faces are so close. Vyslan snarls and kisses Ezra before turning softer lips on me. His arms band around me and then I’m lifted. His thighs force my legs open so wide my knees don’t touch the bottom of the tub as he sits up with me held tight to his chest. I kiss him even as it feels like he reaches new depths.
“Get over here and lick that clit,” Vyslan says in a deeper, more commanding voice.
Ezra flips over and sloshes toward us on hands and knees. My stomach does a somersault as he eagerly plunges his face just under the surface of the water and tongues my clit. Vyslan’s hands cover my breasts, the heat of him sending spirals of pleasure all throughout my core.
“Fuck, he’s got a talented mouth, doesn’t he?”
I make noises and jerk my head even as it feels like I’m strapped to a rocket. The sensation is so intense I’m almost terrified. But then it’s there. Pleasure and light burst within my body and I scream and thrash, but Vyslan doesn’t let me go.
Instead, he shoves Ezra back and lifts me a bit. His hips begin to work, fucking me hard and deep.
Ezra leans against the edge of the tub, watching us, his eyes dark with lust.
“Fuck. Oh, fuck. Vyslan. Oh, yes. Oh my goddess.”
“I’m going to fuck this pussy raw and hard. I’m going to mold you to fit me and then I’m going to use you. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? You want it hard .” He punctuates his words with thrusts so hard they jar my bones. “You aren’t some wilting, delicate flower. You’re savage and beautiful. Fuck—yes. You sweet, dirty witch.”
I whine and grip his arms, unable to do anything else as he plows into me.
“Get over here,” Vyslan snarls.
Ezra pushes off the tub and then I’m caught between them.
“Give her what she wants, vampire.”
Oh, no. Oh, shit.
Ezra rears back, then strikes just below the last bite. The pleasure is incandescent. Utterly out of this world. Ezra’s bite is one thing. But with Vyslan’s incubus cock? I’ll never be the same woman again.