Chest heaving, I nod as I watch his thin lips trail a prickly line up my leg. He bites, then swirls his tongue over the indentionsof his teeth. The pain of his bites and soft pleasure of his tongue have me ready to fly apart at the seams.
It’s been so long that we’ve danced around this. So long that I pushed him away and told myself I wasn’t ready. Maybe I’m not. Or maybe it doesn’t matter, because these two love me so hard, I can’t find a reason not to give in to them.
“Dirk, be a good boy,” I say, reaching for him with both hands. “Just give me what I want.”
He lifts his head, eyes flashing as his lightning zips faster across his skin. It entrances me, all that delicious blue flame. I’ve never been able to look away when it goes all erratic like it is now.
Because I’m a blue witch.
Holy gods. Realization hits me like a ton of bricks, and I shoot upright in the bed, staring at the way Dirk’s lightning zips and jags over his skin.
I press my hand to his chest. “Did you know?” My voice is impossibly soft.
He pauses, rubbing the stubble of his chin along my inner thigh.
“Did you know I was a blue witch?” I demand. “Come up here and tell me right now, you?—”
A big hand grips my throat, his thumb running roughly over my lower lip. “Scoundrel?” His tone is dark and devious. It’s easy to see how he got in trouble as a younger male. “Menace? Deviant? I am all of those things, Louanna,” he growls. “I didn’tknowyeh were a blue witch, mate, but I had an inkling.”
Connall shifts forward on the seat. “And you didn’t mention this before?”
Dirk squeezes my throat and nips at my lower lip, his talented fingers coming to my pussy and slipping inside. He curls them and strokes my G-spot as I pant and gasp.
“Och, don’t be upset. I’m an air elemental. She’s a battle witch. And yer our blue moon wolf. What do blue moons signify in yer culture, Connall?”
Connall sits back in his chair with a look of incredulity. “Growth, wisdom, love.”
“And when were yeh born, my sweet wolf?” Dirk’s voice is lower than I’ve ever heard it.
“During a blue moon,” Connall whispers.
I glance between them.
Dirk dips down and bites my nipple, sucking hard at the bud and swirling his tongue over it as I cry out. Gods, I’m going to come already. This is too much, this revelation.
“Yeh were both fated to be mine from the moment yeh arrived on this planet. Mine as ordained by the shifter gods.” He smiles at Connall, then looks up at me. “Mine as ordained by the witchling gods and goddesses.” Then he places his hand over his chest where his gem normally lies. “And mine according to all the lore of my people. Yeh couldn’t be any more mine if I’d written our story myself.”
I stare at him in shock, but he returns to my other breast, biting and sucking. “It’s always been you,” he whispers into my skin. “I didnae tell yeh about the witch guess because I didn’t want the pressure that’d inevitably come from that. I could’ve been wrong. There are so few blue witches who publicly admit their power. But I’ve met enough to guess at yeh bein’ one…”
I huff. “I don’t know whether to slap you or deny you this sweet, sweet pussy.”
Sweat breaks out over my skin, rolling down my back as my muscles tremble. Blue overtakes the world again, lust radiating out from between my thighs in giant sunbursts that have me ready to explode.
“Neither, Louanna.” He flops onto his back in the pillows, then pulls me on top of him and notches his cock between mypussy lips. Using his grip on my thighs, he rubs me up and down his length. “Tell me yeh don’t want more of this, that yeh haven’t dreamed of what it might feel like to do this.”
“I haven’t,” I snark, even as I shunt my hips rhythmically, taking pleasure from his thick, veiny cock. Gods, it’s perfect. But when lightning streaks down it, sending tiny vibrations into my skin, I shudder.
“That’s right, witch,” Dirk croons. “It’ll be inside yeh too.”
I plant both hands on his chest and use that leverage to thrust harder. “Maybe I’ll come all over you and leave you hanging,” I taunt.
“Don’t think so,” he growls.
“I’m getting close,” I gasp. Every drag of my hips along his length sends tiny zaps of lightning to my clit. I’m going to tease my bratty sylph by?—
One moment I’m on top of him, and the next we’re lurching across the bed. Dirk lands next to it, standing with me in front of him, legs parted around his midsection.
“What the fuck?” I blurt out. “How?”
