Chapter 43

43

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She doesn’t need to finish her words, we’re all on her once again and then it’s a mixture of all of us, kissing her, touching her, stroking her, pinching her, biting her, sucking her.

I feel her wet arousal on my fingertips and on my tongue; her skin grows damp and slippery with sweat. I taste the salt.

My hand covers someone else’s as I squeeze her breast and at some point my tongue slides against someone else’s in her mouth.

Our magic shatters and shimmers around us, lighting up the room as the darkness falls and anyone glancing up at Tristan’s window will think we’re holding our own damn fireworks display.

At some point, someone has the damn foresight to cast another barrier spell and then I’m kissing her, deep and penetrating as one of her other mates moves between her thighs. Then she’s on my lap riding my stiff cock as hands and mouths continue to smother her.

She’s wet and sticky now, come on her cheek and on her thighs, her hair tangled, wound around someone’s fist. I come, holding her tight against me, kissing her again as someone else claims her from behind.

It goes on like that for most of the night. Us hungry for her, she just as hungry for us, and then we’re climbing under the covers, a tangle of bodies and limbs, tumbling into sleep, content, satisfied, floating in bliss regardless of what tomorrow may bring.