Crescent Moon Desire (Passion & Magic #1)

by Amanda Bowen

  Mike put his mouth on my pussy then, and all thoughts of nervousness - or anything else, really flew right out the window. Mike was a stunningly good kisser, and he used every bit of those skills on my aching, wet pussy.

  Licking and teasing the folds, toying with the little soft short curls I allowed to remain. The shock was electric when he licked my clit and then closed his lips on it, sucking hard. I arched against Gunner’s steadying presence at my back as Mike’s hands held my hips still.

  He paused, breathing hard against my inner thigh.

  “Fuck I wanted to taste you so bad, since I saw Gunner do it. You taste like honey, baby. So sweet.”

  He dove right back in and I yelped, his mouth making me feel so hot and so ready to come. Gunner lifted my arms up and then filled his hands with my boobs, nipples aching and hard as he tweaked them in his strong fingers.

  Every touch sent a jolt of pleasure right to my core, my clit throbbing as Mike’s mouth made it even better.

  “Wait, wait Mike shouldn’t we -” of course, all rational thought went out the window as he nibbled, licked, and sucked my clit, tipping me right over into orgasm as he slid two thick fingers into me. He shuddered, and came up on his knees, I could see his hard dick bobbing and a bead of pre-cum glistening. I wanted to taste it too, craving him as much as Gunner.

  But we had other plans right then. My fingers were still gripping, clenching and releasing around Mike’s fingers and he groaned but kept up moving them until he had them coated with my fluids. He added a bit of the lube Gunner had and then started rubbing my puckered second entrance.

  It hadn’t ever been before, but after tonight it definitely would be. I was a little shocked at how good it felt, moaning a bit as he rubbed and pushed, rubbed and pushed until he got one finger in past the tight ring of muscle. I gasped and he looked at me to make sure he wasn’t hurting me.

  “Don’t stop, just didn’t expect it to feel like that.”

  I blushed hard and bright as he worked the finger in and out, Gunner pulling me up on his body to liberally coat his dick with the lube. Mike added another finger, letting me get used to the motion, in and out. In and out. It felt hot, and my nervousness fell away. I squirmed hard as he added a third finger - he needed to, because Gunner was thick and we needed to do it slow.

  Pleasure flowed over my nerves and I almost came again, from him stretching me, getting me ready. I was so into it that at first when he drew his fingers out I whined, wanting them back. But before I could blink, Mike’s fingers were replaced by the head of his brother’s dick. Gunner was patient, and the lube helped, but it seemed to take forever before he was fully inside me.

  Panting, I turned my head and kissed him because that patience made it feel good, it didn’t hurt more than a strange ache that something was inside me, coming in where nothing else ever had.

  Gunner kept petting me, my sides, my boobs, brushing my hair away from my face. It was so sweet, so caring I felt like melting. Then Mike, kneeling between our legs, giving me a soft look of concern.

  “We can wait if you think it’s too much, baby.”

  Always thinking of me first. Quickly I shook my head, crooking my fingers at him. Telling him without words, my fingers dropping to frame my glistening pussy lips. Gently stroking over them, spreading the wetness of arousal, and what he hadn’t licked up when he’d made me come.

  Here, right here.

  He guided the tip of his dick to my slick heat, pushing the crown into my aching pussy and I wanted him there so bad. He took it slow too, no matter how much I begged. Mike planted his knee and got that last inch in, the feeling was one of fullness in a way I wasn’t sure I could describe. Gunner grunted and moved his hips just a little and I couldn’t help the gasp and moan that followed.

  Beautifully pinned, on the dicks of my men.

  Thea

  I want to move. I should move. I can feel my pulse right in my pussy - and theirs too.

  Just a soft motion of my hips and both of them groaned. The sound heated my blood, the desire I was feeling kept away any hint of discomfort. I’d be sore tomorrow I bet, but having them like this, building our bond closer, tighter, was worth it.

  I wanted them to pound into me, right now. I wasn’t ready for that yet, but it was so hard not to encourage them until I was. Without thinking my arms went up over my head, pushing my shoulders against Gunner’s chest and I wiggled again. Gunner took the initiative then and started slowly, so slowly, stroking in and out of my butt.

  It was maddening, an inch or two out then right back in. He swore at the feel of the shallow strokes, telling me it was good. I needed more, squirming, writhing in earnest now. So hot, so wanton, but I couldn’t stop.

  Didn’t want to stop. Mike had an easier time, setting up a nice pace. His dick was bigger than Gunner’s just that small amount, thicker and he filled my pussy with the firm strokes I needed. His hands gripped my hips as Gunner’s grabbed on to my boobs, and I knew I was in for it then.

  Gunner started to piston his hips in earnest, giving me firmer strokes into my butt. I felt a bit of a burn, but it just seemed to add to the pleasure that came after. It felt good, so good I wondered if I could orgasm just from that.

  We might have to find out another time. This is too good to stop.

  It didn’t take long for Mike to almost match his pace to Gunner’s and I just couldn’t stop moaning. Wet slaps of flesh filled the bedroom and I blushed, that wanton feeling rising in me again. One arm went back a little further as I turned my head to pull Gunner in for a kiss. The other found Mike’s hair as I stroked my fingers into it.

  Inside me, that feeling of them both moving faster, firmer, at the same time was driving me hard to another climax. Those strokes hit so many pleasure points I never even knew I had - or had just never been full enough to trigger them.

  Gunner’s voice, brought me back to reality, I was so sunk in pleasure, feeling it build higher and higher. But hearing him, I was right back.

  “Baby, I need you to come. I can’t hold it much longer.”

  Mike’s grunt told me he was nearly as close as his brother, and suddenly there was a thumb and a pair of fingers rubbing and stroking my clit even as they pounded faster. So close, so close and then I felt it all gather in a rush.

  My thighs tightened, my toes curled even as I tried to work my hips, to bring them both with me. I screamed, over and over, and it was their names. Ringing, glorious, and panting when I was done.

  Everything felt that burn of pleasure. My nipples pulsed with my heartbeat as I just kept coming, the inner muscles of my pussy working and gripping Mike’s dick. Milking him, trying to yank him over and then he stiffened, a few thrusts firm enough to jar me before I felt it.

  He swelled, then stroked into me as deep as he could before he yelled. My name, over and over like a prayer. I could feel it as he shot thick ropes of cum inside me and he groaned as the last of it jetted into my pussy. His head dropped forward and I stole a kiss just as Gunner growled.

  Two more hard thrusts and I felt that same swelling sensation, then the heat of his cum as it spilled into my butt. He held my hips tight until he was done and he fell back against the pillows for a moment.

  Mike slipped out of me and I whimpered, then Gunner and another soft whine I couldn’t help. I missed them in me already. Gunner chuckled and moved enough so that they could cuddle me between them.

  We’d clean up in a bit. But right now I wanted to savor this feeling. I belonged, right here. In this bed, with these two men. Every act of love we shared would bind us closer together, my magic told me that.

  They were acts of love, and a Heart Witch needed them. Needed love. Even as I lay between them, trying to catch my breath after what we’d done, I knew there would be so many changes ahead of us.

  I feel things shifting in me. In my magic. Did I really hold back so much? Deny my own power this much?

  We had so many things to work out. Would we repair my old house or make a
place for me here in Gunner’s? How long would it take for me to figure out how much magic I had gained? Sleepy after we’d worn ourselves out for a bit, I let those thoughts tumble around awhile before I closed my eyes.

  I knew I was safe. Nothing, no one, could ever hurt me while I was held by my loves. My lovers, my protectors. Colin safe in the other room, my books of magic tucked away and still hidden under the shed.

  I could be wary, later. I had the deepest feeling that the man who’d rattled me earlier had something to do with the fire that burned up so much of my past, and things I’d grown up with. They had been important to me, things that helped to make me who I was.

  A soft laugh spilled from my kiss swollen lips. It made Gunner chuckle, and Mike stroked my hair, nearly asleep himself. I’d laughed because while I was having this warm moment, thinking about the future, I could feel their mingled cum between my legs, slowly wetting my thighs.

  I’d never tell them it tickled, but it did.

  * * *

  Gunner

  Mike’s snoring in his sleep woke me up, just like it did when we were kids. It wasn’t so much that it was loud, but it always had.

  I need to work on that, since I think we’re going to need a bigger bed.

  I was just as sure that sometimes we’d want time with Thea to ourselves. Or Thea might want a bit of time alone. I was more than willing to give her anything she wanted, to be happy. Right now, looking at her tucked against my side, sleeping peacefully, my heart was full.

  Until a burning sensation on my inner right wrist had me swearing under my breath and shaking out my arm. I squinted, trying to see what had happened when Mike’s snoring stuttered and he inhaled sharp, waking up.

  He rolled a bit to his back, surprisingly careful not to wake Thea in the process. That kept me from whacking him, so it was win win. Then I saw him looking at his right wrist too.

  What in the hell?

  “Ow.”

  That tiny voice belonging to Thea as she stirred and sat up in the bed between us. Blinking the sleep away and God she looked adorable. I put my left arm around her, cuddling her back in as Mike reached to flip on the little lamp on the bedside table.

  After our eyes adjusted and a few jaw cracking yawns from Mike we got a good look at our skin. I’d been thinking that maybe it was a particularly ambitious spider or something, despite the weather.

  It wasn’t.

  There marking all of our skin was a tiny triangle, with a small heart in the middle. I had to squint a bit, the whole thing was smaller than a dime. But once I saw it, I couldn’t unsee it and Thea’s voice sounded a cross between amazement and tears when she spoke.

  “It’s real. We really are meant to be. See? That’s the symbol, that shows I’m a Heart Witch,” her fingernail touched the mark on my arm and then she twisted a little to touch Mike’s.

  We both groaned a bit and I guessed his was for the same reason I did. When she touched it, I got a jolt of pleasure and my dick twitched.

  Down boy. Later though, oh fuck yes later.

  “What’s it mean? The triangle. Why’s it on us?”

  Mike, quicker on the draw than me, asked the question that crowded forward into my thoughts. I snorted a bit and flicked his shoulder with my fingers as Thea giggled softly between us. I leaned in without thought and kissed her forehead. Her voice, soothed me when she spoke.

  “Because.” She bit her lip and I shifted, trying not to let it get to me before she could finish. “It shows that you’re my protectors. If I remember right. It’s been a really long time, since this was something that happened. It’s just been lone witches.”

  She paused, and then said something that put my desire aside and made me want to hold her tight.

  “Lonely witches, really.”

  I gathered her up closer, and Mike took her hand. Helping in his own way. It mattered, because I could see her lips stop trembling and that hint of a smile return.

  “I’ve got a lot of reading to do. I always put it off, because well. Everything stopped. There was just so little magic, even though I knew it was real. I knew it worked. I had all the proof! Colin. Being able to do my potions. Casting wards, no matter how small. I just never seemed important because it was all small.”

  I watched her flex the fingers on her free hand, then she turned enough to kiss me. I accepted that fast, tangling my tongue with hers until she broke the kiss. I was reluctant, but I knew what she was going to do.

  Mike got a kiss, and I felt that shiver down my back. A good shiver. This, us, was right. I had no doubts now and the tiny hesitations I was entertaining before just didn’t matter now.

  “That doesn’t feel small.”

  My voice, and it felt like it was filling the empty space in the room. Mike nodded, and pulled Thea’s hand he held up to his lips, pressing a kiss across her sweet knuckles. His voice added to what I’d said. A layer, somehow. I might not understand it, yet. But I had a feeling we both would.

  “No, not small. It feels like the beginning of something. Like we just planted a seed, and now we get to tend it. Sit back, and let it grow. Protect it. Like it was meant to be.”

  “I like that.” Thea’s voice, so sweet to me and then she sighed. “This is going to sound some kind of way. But I never dreamed about something like this. I never thought, that it was more than just some sort of fanciful story. That a witch, could be a Witch, that her magic could make a real difference in the world. I just wanted to put some good out there. To help a few people, in whatever way I could. Whenever I could. Now I feel like I held back and just think. If Callie hadn’t made that mistake? I would be just bound away from my real power. Alone, without you both to love me. Protect me. Just because I couldn’t believe something this good could happen, not for real. But I’m so glad it did.”

  I met my brother’s gaze over Thea’s head and I knew. She thought we saved her from being lonely. Being less. But the truth was, we’d all saved each other and that no matter what, we’d face the future together.

  I couldn’t imagine it any other way, now that we’d had a taste of heaven with Thea. Our little Heart Witch. I couldn’t guess what would be next, but I swore I’d do whatever it took to make her happy, and keep her safe.

  Epilogue

  Alan Walker

  "HQ isn't going to like this."

  I raised my head up from the long-range 7x50rc M50rc Commander Military Tactical Binoculars in my hand and looked over at my direct assistant, Jeremiah Brooks. He was a little weasley for my tastes, but he was efficient and that I appreciated. Especially when working in a dangerous hot zone like this little town of Maplebrook was about to become.

  I frowned, glancing back down the hill at the Heart Witch Thea Holmes and her two unwitting Warlocks, Gunner and Michael Blankenship as they entered the house we were surveilling. She paused and smiled at the baby in her arms and I pretended that I didn't feel a little bit of sympathy before I continued talking.

  "They don't like a lot of shit, Brooks. But they don't see the big picture. Without something to hunt, we're all out of a job when the actual big bads show up and we can't afford for that to happen."

  I gestured toward the house that contained a low-level Heart Witch and her two Warlocks.

  "The men don't even know what they are, just that they have to protect their Witch. Easy pickings, right? Except they aren't. Magic is like throwing a rock into a lake, Brooks. Now that she's unsealed, the ripples are going to wash out into the greater world."

  Comprehension seemed to dawn on the smaller man and he nodded. "So they woke up, and others will wake up and it's like bait in a bear trap."

  He was confused as hell when I snort laughed.

  "Funny you'd mention a bear trap. But yes. That's the basic gist. So we leave them alone with their happy little triad, the familiar. The baby. Don't touch them - much. Just enough, to keep them wary."

  "That's evil man."

  "Maybe so, but we serve a greater good. You'll see when everythin
g flips."

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