Chapter 8

Eight

The clock hit midnight and Joshua grimaced. "I think we can call tonight a five-way tie."

"I like to think I won." I say, helping to collect the cards. "Besides, there's only one more game I'd like to play tonight…"

"Does that mean you've missed us as much as we've missed you?" Thomas scoops me up from behind and I can't stop the laughing shriek that comes from it.

"I don't think that's humanly possible." Chase leans against the counter, watching me with that hunger in his eyes that I've begun to crave from all of them.

Joshua trails his hands down my arm. "Safe to say no one lost."

"Actually," Chase says with a sharp smirk. "You did."

"You were keeping score?" Joshua shoots a glare at him.

"I was. And if you truly want to know, Johnny won most."

I hum, tapping my finger to my lips. "I guess that means he gets the first reward."

"And what's that?"

I probably should have come prepared with a plan, but… "He gets to undress me."

Joshua grumbles. "I'm going to try harder to win next time."

"Don't worry, old man." Johnny laces his fingers in mine and tugs me into the living room. "I'll make sure you all enjoy this."

Turning me so I'm facing the three of them where they stand just inside the door, Johnny runs his hands down the front of my shirt.

"I need you to wear one of these you don't like sometime soon." He whispers those words low enough the others don't hear. "I want buttons to go flying."

But he doesn't tear. His fingers open the hook closures slowly.

Three other sets of eyes watch as he works his way down.

"See how much they want you?" His words are a whisper against my ear, but loud enough the others hear every word. "The beasts inside of us want to take you. To claim you the way we did on Halloween, but like this. Skin to skin."

He brushes his rough hands down the line made by my open blouse and I can't stop the shiver that sends gooseflesh over my arms.

When he eases my shirt open, his fingers smoothing over my shoulders a moment before the fabric slips to the floor, I don't even try.

"This," he says, slipping a finger between the lace bra strap and my skin, "Is a very pretty color."

"Champagne" I say, even though I know he probably doesn't really care. The shimmering color is supposed to be nude, but the faint pink gives it away.

"It looks sexy as hell on you." That finger drags it to the side. "It'll look even sexier on the floor."

The clasp unhooks with a twist, and I wiggle, just a little to help it slide to where he wants it.

"I was right."

I look up, gaze catching on the other three as they shift, discomfort apparent in the way they adjust themselves.

But it's not their turn to be eased. And Johnny isn't ready to give up his reward yet. He slides the zipper at my side down and my skirt slithers down to pool at my feet.

"There's a color I like better than this one." Joshua's voice is a growl in my ear as he drags his hand down my stomach and his fingers slip beneath the fabric that hides the last little bit of me from them.

The breath that slips from my lips is somewhere between a sigh and a sob as his blunt fingers curve to cup me.

"So wet for us, wicked girl. I don't even have to get inside you to feel it."

"You guys work your own kind of magic." It's too easy to remember the way they worship me. Impossible not to want that again. If I could manage it I'd put myself on a detox. Stay away to see if it's just proximity—even though I already know the answer.

Johnny teases me right up until the point I start to consider telling him exactly what I need.

He doesn't need direction, though.

Parting me, he presses one thick finger into me and curses lowly against my ear. "This warm wet pussy wants to be fucked by all of us, doesn't it?"

"Yes." I barely manage to word around a gasp.

I watch Chase lean over and whisper something to Thomas. With a smile, he stalks forward, licking his lips.

But Johnny distracts me, fingers catching my hair, pulling it over my shoulder and sweeping it aside.

I can't look down as Thomas sinks to his knees and slowly drags my underwear down, baring the sight of Johnny's fingers buried in my pussy, the heel of his palm working against my clit.

Right hand on his thigh, holding him so he doesn't back away, I slide my left up, to slide into this hair, to grip when I'd rather be guiding.

He won.

He gets to play however he wants.

"It's not your turn yet." Johnny says, pulling me back a few steps, leaving Thomas looking rueful on his knees.

"Where did your shirt go?" I ask, registering the warmth of his skin on my back.

"Doesn't matter, don't care." He twirls me around and I shiver as his teeth find that sensitive spot on my neck.

They're gone the next instant and everything around me is deathly still.

Terribly quiet.

Joshua's hand is clenched around Johnny's jaw. "Don't you fucking dare."

It takes me a second to understand why. But it dawns a moment later, and I take Joshua's wrist, but I don't pull. "It's okay."

"It's not." The tension in his arms is something stronger than simple anger. It's fear.

"Your teeth won't do anything to me."

He looks at me for a long moment before letting Johnny go.

"You can bite me all you want." I reach up and run my thumb over his teeth. "Even if you break skin… I don't have the gene."

"You're certain?"

I nod. "We might be witches, but we use some more new-fangled methods too. That means I know everything about my DNA. Couldn't be a werewolf. I could probably go vampire if one of them sank their teeth in me."

"Well, we won't let that happen."

"I know." I kiss Johnny's jaw where Joshua had gripped it. "But you four can bite to your heart's content."

The next words, I whisper to Johnny, loud enough that everyone can hear, "I like it."

I take his hand and suck his fingers into my mouth, tasting myself as I watch his eyes go round, his pupils darken with lust.

And maybe it's my turn to do the teasing.

Eyes locked on his, I sink down to my knees. My fingers curl over the band of his basketball shorts. A gentle tug later, Johnny's just as naked as I am.

I lick my lips as I take the weight of him in my palm. "So soft." I stroke him once. "So hard."

When I look up to meet his eyes, his jaw is clenched, the muscles twitching. This is a torture I don't mind inflicting.

His eyes flick away from me for a bare moment and that's all the warning I get before Thomas nudges my knees apart and slides beneath me, stubble grazing my thigh. I look down, but he's not looking at my face.

Johnny places his fingers under my chin and, with gentle hands, leads my lips to his cock. "Don't get distracted, wicked girl."

And distraction is exactly what it is when Thomas' hands grip my thighs and he covers me with one long lick. I gasp and squeeze Johnny a little harder than I mean to.

But I immediately kiss it and make it better. And when I look up at Johnny, his smile is more wicked than I feel.

I don't see it for long.

Sliding my lips over him, I watch as his eyes flutter closed and he drops his head back, groaning and muttering something I can't quite make out.

But I don't feel coherent anymore, either.

My eyes fall shut as Thomas starts tongue fucking me and I can't stop myself from rocking my hips against him. Can't stop the moan that gets caught up around the cock in my mouth.

"Fuck, Thomas. Whatever you're doing. Don't fucking stop." Johnny's hand fists in my hair, like he's holding on because he's afraid he'll fall.

I can only imagine the way we look to Joshua and Chase.

I want to look back at them, to see if they're stroking their cocks… to reach out and see if they might let me stroke them instead. But Johnny's grip is sinfully tight, and I have to hold onto his hip with one hand to keep myself stable, even as I use the other to keep myself from gagging.

Johnny's fist tightens in my hair and he pulls me back, dragging me off him.

Still panting from Thomas' attentions, I look up at Johnny, not bothering to hide my pout.

"Don't think I don't love it, but I fully intend to fill up that pretty pussy when I come."

He steps back to get his shorts the rest of the way off, and I have to shift back to keep from falling forward.

Chase catches me and I look at him, and then Joshua over my shoulder. "Too many of us are still wearing clothes.

Thomas laughs beneath me, angling himself so he can get a better hold on my clit between his lips and I pull in a sharp breath of air.

But Chase doesn't let me look down at him. Instead, hands in my hair, he pulls me back so I arch over Thomas, and as Chase kisses me, I understand why.

Thomas has shifted, and his tongue flicks over my clit in sharp little movements. Driving me higher.

Someone's mouth covers my right nipple while Chase pinches the left and I feel so utterly exposed, so perfectly on display…

That pushes me up and over the edge.

Three pairs of hands hold me upright as I come all over Thomas' mouth. Three pairs of hands gently coax my skin as I come back down. But Thomas doesn't stop. He doesn't let me get all the way back to coherence.

He doesn't stop until Chase hooks his hands under my arms and lifts me off him.

Chase kisses me, long and sweet and holds me up since my legs are still jelly. Chase… is still wearing all his clothes.

That just won't do.

But I'm more than happy to undress all of them.

I hear the others moving behind me. I hear furniture shifting, but I don't look back to see what they're doing. I have a more important task.

Chase's belt is the kind that opens like an old school seatbelt. I pull the front of it and it goes slack before I tug one end out of the other. But I barely have time to pull down the zipper of his pants and palm him before he's turning me away from him.

I whimper at the loss and he presses a kiss to my shoulder. "Don't worry. You'll get all of us tonight. No one's going to bed wanting tonight."

They pulled the coffee table away while Chase was distracting me, and Johnny's on the couch, fully naked, cock in hand.

Chase walks me to him, but doesn't let me straddle him. He spins me around. "We all want to see the way you come for him, witchy woman. Don't take that away from us."

Chase holds my hands to steady me, Johnny holds one hip and uses his fisted hand to guide himself to me as I lift one leg, setting my knee on the couch beside Johnny's leg, and then the other.

He's notched at my entrance, holding me steady and pulling me back against his chest.

Thomas is the only other one who's lost his clothes. He's seated on the recliner, watching me and keeping himself up with gentle strokes.

Chase moves back, pulling his shirt off and leaving his pants undone as he sits on the coffee table.

Joshua hasn't moved from the door. He watches me with dark eyes, jaw tense, arms crossed over his chest.

"You," I say, eyes locked with his. "Had better be naked by the time I come."

His jaw is still tense, but he smiles. "I lost. I go last."

"Pretty sure I get to decide the order in which the prizes are handed out."

Johnny choses then to pull me down fully onto him. Between the usual effect they have on me, Johnny's fingers, and Thomas' tongue. I'm more than ready for him.

Still, my breath leaves me in a rush and I have to close my eyes. This feeling that washes over me every time I'm with them is more potent of a drug than a love spell. It makes me want to ignore all of my responsibilities and never leave.

Johnny moves under me, in me, and his teeth drag over my shoulder, lines of pleasured pain that make us both moan.

When I manage to drag my eyes open again, Joshua's got his shirt and boots off and is sliding his belt from the loops.

But Chase is the one who draws my attention. He's down to black boxer briefs now, and while I'd seen it before, the chunk of muscle missing from his leg makes me want to crawl off Johnny and go to him. To kiss that wound that has only one possible origin.

Not that Johnny gives me the opportunity. He holds me back to him. One arm snaked up between my breasts, his hand wrapped loosely around my throat, the other cupping my breast, fingers playing with the tight point of pleasure that is my nipple.

When he pinches, I arch and the move presses him deeper into me. I have to screw my eyes shut at the shot of pure desire that drives down to my clit like an electric current.

They fly open when hands smooth over my thighs, and I look down my body to where Chase kneels between both of our open legs.

His eyes are locked on my pussy, on Johnny's cock spreading me wide. But he looks up at me with that wicked smile they all wear so well as he leans in and licks us both in one long stroke.

"Jesus fucking Christ." Johnny jerks beneath me, but I can barely focus as Chase's teeth graze my clit.

Chase toys with us both and Johnny's movements grow ragged, faster.

I can't look away from Chase's head as he keeps his face buried between our legs. I didn't realize how fucking hot that would be.

Johnny presses his face to my neck, teeth grazing skin, and he shivers.

My legs are shaking as Chase murmurs something against us.

He sucks hard and the sound that leaves my throat is one of pure lust and pleasure. I come apart, my core clenching around Johnny's shaft with each flick of Chase's tongue. Johnny follows a second later, cursing Chase each second he spills into me.

Chase, for his part, only laughs, the sound a breath across my orgasm damp skin and wipes his lips across the back of his hand.

He stands, his erection threatening to pop out of his boxer briefs, and holds his hands out to help me off.

I manage to stay upright, but my legs nearly give out.

"Are you playing cock tour-guide?" I ask as he turns me to the others.

Thomas hasn't moved, but Joshua has done as he was bid and he's only a few feet away, watching me like a wolf stalking prey.

"Get on the floor old man." Chase says, Chuckling.

"Someone's being bossy." I don't mind.

Joshua slides a glance to him but he obeys as Chase whispers "I have plans."

"I'm sure you do, old man ."

He nips my ear. "They'll do it, because they know it'll get them what they want."

Thomas snickers from the chair and Johnny looks like he's about ready to pass out—but he'd go with a smile. If not for Chase, pinching my nipples to bring me back to full awareness, I might be in danger of following Johnny's example.

Come has started to slide down my leg. I drag my finger through it, catching most of it, and draw it to my lips, sucking it off.

The four groans that elicits sends another little jolt of lust through me.

"On your knees, sweetness. Time to give someone his consolation prize."

I let him support me until I'm on my knees, hovering over Joshua, and then, he lets go, seemingly gone.

Joshua doesn't seem to care one way or another. He drags his hands up my back and pulls me down to kiss me roughly enough, my lips might bruise. The cool of the air washes over my wet and swollen pussy and I have to shiver.

Joshua lets me go, letting me push up onto my hands, and I shift back, sliding that wetness over him.

I swear he growls.

"Hi." I say, licking my lips before I slide my pussy over him, slicking that hard cock I know I'll get soon enough.

Beneath me, Joshua takes my breasts, one in each palm, and gently kneads. "How is it possible that every inch of you is so perfect?"

I lean forward and brush my lips against his before I whisper, "Witchcraft."

Chase laughs behind me.

I'm swollen with lust, and Chase runs his hand over me, fingers slicking through my folds.

Joshua hisses, flinching beneath me and his gaze shifts over my shoulder. When Chase guides him into me, I don't have to guess what caused that sound to leave his throat.

I slide down onto him and close my eyes as he lifts his hips to fill me.

"You want all of our cocks, don't you, sweetness."

"Yes." The word is a breath as I rise on him. That breath pulls sharply in when his hand moves to my thigh, his thumb to my clit. "Every chance I get."

"You truly are a wicked witch, aren't you?" Johnny says from the couch, his voice thick.

"Only for you four." Because I don't want this with anyone else. This driving need that feels like it could too easily consume me… They're the only ones.

I rock on him, grinding myself against his thumb, angling myself so his every stroke hits that perfect spot inside of me. It doesn't take long before my whole body winds tight.

"Come for me, sweetness." Joshua's words are rough as he matches my rhythm. "Let us know how much you love our cocks."

I barely recognize myself in the moan that comes as I tear apart again. Delirium suffuses me and it takes me a few moments to remember where I am.

But Joshua's still hard within me, and Chase's palm slides up my spine, pressing me down onto Joshua's chest.

"I think the whole neighborhood heard that," Joshua's words are a whisper against my ear. "Which one of us do you think they think you're fucking? Because no one would believe we're lucky enough that you'd be riding all of our cocks."

I laugh against his skin. "They might think you're that lucky."

Joshua pulls me to him, kissing me fiercely.

Some things don't go away with the full moon. And some things can't be stopped with a simple spell.

That possessive and surly nature isn't going to go away. The fact that they're willing to share… from what I've been told, that's rare.

But who knows what long held, witchy prejudices have gotten wrong?

He thrusts up into me in long and slow movements and I know he's doing what he can to prolong his turn inside me. I don't blame him. After all, I get all four of them. They only get one of me.

I feel Chase's hands on me, spreading me, but I can't look over my shoulder, not with the way Joshua grips me.

That's why we both gasp when Chase notches himself against me too. Joshua stills, and Chase presses in against him. The slow slide drags a whimper from me, and Joshua grits his teeth.

I don't think I've ever felt this full before.

" Fuck ." The word—echoing the one on repeat in my mind—comes from Johnny. "If Joshua's face is any clue, I want dibs on that next time."

Beneath me, Joshua's face is twisted in that pained grimace of pleasure.

"You okay?" I ask and am met with a confusion that borders on irritation.

" You're asking me that? You have two cocks stuffed in you. Are you okay?"

I nod, trying to catch my breath. "Better than."

Chase adjusts, still silent behind me, and Joshua groans. "Fuck. You were tight before."

I don't think I could move now, if I wanted to. But I definitely don't need to.

Joshua and Chase start moving inside me, their rhythm the perfect opposite of each other's and I know it would be all too easy to mess that up.

They fill me up and Chase holds me down against Joshua's chest, my clit grinding against the rough hair at the base of his cock.

And Joshua, despite the warning he gave Johnny, nudges my head to the side and his teeth find my skin.

It's everything I want.

It's too good. It feels like it's too much.

Joshua jerks beneath me, crushing me to his chest and I hear Chase chuckle a moment before Joshua's hands bracket my face and he kisses me so deeply, we both have to come up for air when he lets go.

Heavy breaths against his chest, I almost tell them I don't think I can take any more. But Chase's fingers tighten on my hips, lifting me just high enough Joshua slides out of me.

But that's all the reprieve I get before he's fucking me on top of Joshua.

" Holy shit ." Thomas' words hit me, but I can't form any of my own.

Coherence has completely flown and I'm simply riding the high of the way Chase is using me. The way he prepared me to be used.

Chase's strokes have their own rhythm as he drives both Johnny and Joshua's come further into me.

But not Thomas'.

I look up, half expecting disappointment on his face, but he's watching us, still stroking himself, with one leg slung over the arm of his chair. There's nothing close to disappointment on his face.

He meets my gaze and just winks at me.

Chase pulls me up, away from Joshua, holding me against him, his teeth find my neck, but after that first nip, his lips gentle and he brushes soft kisses against my skin as Joshua slides out from underneath us both.

His thrusts grow ragged, and I feel a hand slide over my clit, the heel of Joshua's palm pressing against me as his fingers curl beneath me, teasing Chase.

"Bastard," Chase whispers down to him a moment before he jerks too, spilling into me with every last ounce of him.

"You have no idea." Joshua's fingers press up and into me, curling so he can take hold of my pussy and work me until I'm on the ragged edge.

Chase is still in me, softening, and he bites my neck a moment before Joshua's teeth are on my stomach and I come hard, again. Each orgasm jacking up in intensity.

It feels like my eyes are going to roll into the back of my head if they get me there one more time.

I watch Joshua through hazy eyes as he pulls his fingers from me and licks them clean. Tightening on Chase one last time.

Chase's grip loosens and I slump against him, suddenly realizing just how much of my weight he was holding up.

He sets me down and I feel as though I'm going to melt into the rug. But strong hands pick me up and lay me down on something cold and hard.

Even after I open my eyes, it takes a moment to get my bearings.

Thomas has laid me out on the coffee table, he's on his knees, fingers gently brushing over me. "Look at what those animals have done to you. Such a mess."

His finger brushes over my over-sensitized clit and I jump at the sensation.

"Let's get you cleaned up." Thomas covers me with his mouth again and his tongue delves into me.

He looks up at me like there's nothing in the world he'd rather do right now than eat me out… than eat them out of me.

Goddess, that's hot.

I drop my head back trying not squirm against his hold, and I see the others. All three of them are on the couch, watching us through heavy lidded eyes. Johnny has almost recovered, and I can't stop myself from licking my lips when I get another look at his hard cock.

Thomas doesn't linger, and I certainly didn't need the extra ministrations. When he pushes up to his knees, he's so hard and I'm so wet, he doesn't have to guide himself into me. All it takes is a tug and he pushes into me.

They all fill me like I'm where they're meant to be. And maybe I am.

Delirium threatens to steal my consciousness. Exhaustion and pleasure mixing in muscles that don't want to stop, but can't keep up at this pace.

My moans turn to sobs of frustrated pleasure, and I beg for… I don't even know what I need.

Thomas does.

He pulls away from me, but flips me over as though I weigh nothing.

My body hasn't warmed the wood enough and when my breasts touch the surface, they tighten against the cold. The jolt brings me back to myself, just enough that I register Johnny on his knees in front of the table. His cock perfectly placed for my lips.

I take it greedily.

As soon as I have him in my mouth, though, Thomas takes hold of my hips and drives into me with a single, brutal stroke and I moan around Johnny.

"God damn," Thomas says behind me. I don't have to look back to know he's grit his teeth. "You could become an addiction."

Someone else murmurs an agreement, but I'm too focused on taking what these two are giving me.

Maybe I'm a glutton for punishment, because I don't want this to stop.

Johnny's hand wraps around my throat, guiding me over him but the tone of his next groan doesn't sound like it's because of my attentions.

Thomas presses his thumb against my ass and every part of me tenses.

I freeze, and Thomas squeezes my hip with his other hand.

"Relax, beautiful. You took our cock when we were beasts… you can take this."

Looking up at Johnny, mouth still full, I watch his smile as he nods. "Do you want it, wicked girl?"

I pull back on him, letting go of his cock with a sharp pop. And I keep my eyes on him when I say "Do it."

More wetness, makes me shiver, and when he presses in, that finger passing through the tightest entrance to my body, I let out a long, slow breath. I want more than this. I want all four of them at once. A repeat of what I did with Joshua and Chase, Johnny exactly where he is now, and Thomas pressing something else inside of me.

The idea of it alone makes me relax into Thomas' hand and when he starts to work on me again, I reach for Johnny. He lets me take him. Lets me take what I need from his cock as Thomas's slow strokes turn hard. As his hips crash against my ass with his every thrust, and his thumb works in and out of me in a discordant rhythm.

But Thomas's thumb is gone in an instant, and he yanks me up, off of Johnny's cock, holding me up as he drives into me with three final, hard strokes.

The harsh sounds that leave his throat as his teeth find my shoulder make me come all over again.

Thomas' grip is rough on my arm when we both finally still.

I might have some well earned bruises from this night's activities.

"Who knew I had a primal kink." I laugh as he lets me go, and I sink to the floor, a little dizzy, exhausted from bliss.

Filled up by all four of them with more than just come.

But Johnny's still hard.

"Come here," I scoot toward him on my knees.

There's going to be come on their carpet.

Johnny does as I ask and I look up, hands on his hips.

He's delicious, but it doesn't take long before he's filling my mouth with hot, jerking spurts.

I drink every little bit of him down, licking my lips and smiling up at him, though I can barely keep my eyes open.

"You really are our wicked girl, aren't you?"

Nodding, I let him pick me up and carry me to the others on the couch. He lays me across them. And sits too.

"I just need a few minutes to find my soul again. Pretty sure it left my body the first time I came."

The others laugh and I snuggle my face against Joshua's stomach.

Blissful exhaustion takes me into its arms and I go willingly.