Page 89 of Midnight with the Hexed

“Look how good you take us,” Atlas said. In a flash, he’d Illusioned me above them, watching the three of them fuck me into oblivion. It heightened every sensation. My body hummed. It was desperate for somewhere for this intoxicating energy to go.

“I’m gonna come,”I warned them, not that I needed to, but it was a hard habit to break.

“Then come for us, Midnight,” Saros gritted out, his words caressing my ear. “Show us that beautiful Desire and we’ll fill you for eternity.”

The sight of this moment, of me with all my witches, sent stars bursting in my vision.

Lynx and Saros were next, almost simultaneously exploding inside of me. My body went limp between them, but Atlas’s hands threaded through my hair kept me upright. He came with a roar, and I swallowed his pleasure, my gaze locked with his. He released my strands, hand running along my jaw, looking at me with the devotion of a worshiper at the altar of a goddess.

Then they cleaned me up and held me tight. Atlas’s Illusion gift had floated away, replaced by Recollection. Images flooded my mind, dueling for attention:

Saros making me my first midnight mocha.

Lynx chasing me around the counter, pudding smeared across his face.

Apple ciders at Phil’s Pumpkin Patch.

Lynx’s tongue tracing his constellation down my body.

A floating porch swing swaying with two bodies entwined in the moonlight.

Atlas holding a newborn Aspen, twin aqua pools shimmering at me sleeping in my hospital bed, full of awe and devotion.

I choked over my words, tears springing to my eyes at the beauty of the life we’d created already before we’d even accepted this love—this family—between us. I’d never tire of making memories together until our bodies crackled and became shimmering dust on the wind.

Saros thumbed away my tears, kissing my cheek.

I cleared my throat, starting to stand up, body still rippling with pleasure. I didn’t know if it was the emotions of having them all together finally or the leftover effects of Atlas’s vamp venom, but I swayed my hips, picking up the bowl of raspberries and popping a few in my mouth.

“Who’s next?” I asked, surveying my husbands.

Atlas’s arms were bent behind his head, staring up at the moon with a grin spanning his jaw, his fangs were still out, no reason to hide them here in our perfect little corner. “Already ready for another round?”

“I signed up for eternity, and I’m pretty sure that included infinite orgasms.” I walked backward, enjoying a few more berries. “Now, which one of you will give me my next?”

Saros was already on his feet, prowling toward me, his smile in the buttery moonlight nearly blinding me.

Setting the bowl down, I scurried backward, smacking into a firm chest. Lynx captured me in his arms, helping Saros pick me up until I was straddled around his waist and sending some of my Desire out. Saros’ lined up with my center, and Lynx lifted me before impaling me on our husband’s cock. They worked together, Lynx’s hand slithering between the two of us to toy with my clit. More stars swam into my vision, mapping out a constellation of pleasure.

“You going to join in?” Lynx asked playfully toward the blanket across from us.

I glanced over at Atlas watching us and stroking himself languidly. “I think I’d rather savor you savoring our witch this time.”

And as the clouds danced toward daybreak, I felt both recharged and worshiped, savoring that this was the best kind of magic a witch could ever desire.