Mating Their Witch

by Tl Reeve

“Damn,” Cian said. “What did you do to her? She went supernova on my tongue.”

  “This.” He drew her other nipple into his mouth and watched her squirm. “She’s responsive.”

  “She’s going to kick you in the balls, if you keep her hanging.” She gnashed her teeth at him.

  “I have better plans for you.” He sat back and opened his jeans. Zane fished his dick out of his pants then stroked it. Jamie licked her lips. “You want it?”

  She nodded. “Oh, yes.”

  “Open up,” Zane said. When she did as he asked, he fed her just the tip. “Cian, while you’re enjoying her tasty pussy, stroke your cock.”

  “Son of a bitch,” his mate said. “Are you trying to make me embarrass myself?”

  “You will not come until I tell you to,” He snarled, his lip curling from the vibrations. “Jamie is our priority.” He glanced down at her and ran his thumb across her cheek. “Suck me, sweetheart, but don’t make me come.”

  The warmth of her mouth drove him insane. She teased him with her tongue, gathering the drops of precum from his tip before flicking his slit. As close as he was to her, she reached out and cupped his balls, rolling them in her palm. She alternated before bobbing her head and tugging on his sac. Shit, she was good. So fucking good.

  Zane opened his eyes and glanced down at his mate. Cian’s hand pumped his cock as he devoured her pussy. He feasted on her like a starved man. Jamie cried out. The vibrations worked through his cock, and Zane saw stars. His eyes snapped shut as he sucked air trying to control his impending release. “Easy, sweetheart. Back off for me, and I swear I’ll give you another treat.” She pulled off of him. A thin trail of spittle followed her and glinted in the low light of the room.

  “Please,” she murmured. “I need more.”

  “I know you do,” Zane replied. “We’re going to make you feel better. Cian?” His lover looked up at him. “Hold Jamie for me.” They switched positions, Cian at her head and Zane between her legs. “We’re clean.”

  “Me, too,” she answered. “I’m on birth control.”

  “Thank fuck,” he muttered. Positioning himself at her entrance, he pushed forward. Ultra-tight muscles rippled around the crest of his erection, and he stilled. “Oh, shit. She’s snug. Her pussy is milking me, and I haven’t gotten all the way inside her.

  Jamie moaned his name and rocked her hips, pushing him inside her another inch. Their bodies moved together. Each shift of his hips filled her more until he was balls-deep. Zane’s breath hitched. She clamped down on him, wrapping him in her silky heat. “Zane. Move please, too much.”

  “You can take it.” He pulled out to the tip and slammed back into her. His pace was fast, demanding—almost brutal in the way he took her. Her cries spurred him on as she went slick around him. “Hell, yeah, that’s it, sweetheart.” He held her hips in a death grip. Behind her, Cian moaned, his hand pumped his dick at the same arduous pace. “No, you don’t. Stop touching yourself. You’re not getting off until you get inside our mate.”

  Cian whimpered. “Fuck. You’re killing me here.”

  “Killing you?” Jamie moaned. “I need more.”

  Cian dipped his hand between her legs and rubbed her clit while Zane fucked her. Her cunt fisted him, making it almost impossible to move. “Do it, Jamie. Take me with you.” Fire raced down his spine and settled in his balls.

  His mate smacked her clit, and she exploded. She came in hard pulses, quivering around him. She screamed his name while she bucked in their arms riding out her climax. Zane filled her twice more and let go. The force of his release shocked him. He grunted and fell forward, kissing her.

  “So beautiful,” he murmured against her lips. “You ready for Cian? He really needs the relief. Make him feel good.”

  She nodded. “Okay.” Her husky voice made him twitch inside of her before he pulled out and rolled to the side.

  Cian gathered her into his arms and grinned at her. “Hold on, babe. I ain’t going to last long.” He lined up with her entrance and pushed forward, not stopping until he filled her completely. He groaned, long and loud as Jamie arched to him and gasped. “You weren’t lying.”

  “Told you. Like a fucking glove.” Zane continued to touch her as Cian started out slow.

  “So hot and wet. Makes me want to nut.” He sucked in a breath and stilled. “Damn, she’s coming on me already.”

  “You’re causing it,” she sobbed. “All your talk about my pussy and what it feels like is only turning me on even more.”

  Zane chuckled. “Squeeze him, sweetheart. Show him who’s boss.”

  “Son of a bitch,” his mate snarled. “You’re an asshole.”

  Jamie giggled.

  “You’re in so much trouble, babe.” His thrusts became urgent as his fingers worked her clit.

  “Cian!”

  “Uh huh, not so funny now is it?” He drew her nipple into his mouth and fucked her in hard short thrusts, until he sat back on his haunches and pummeled her. “Shit, shit, shit.” His head fell back on his shoulders, and he closed his eyes.

  “Now, Jamie. Clamp down on him hard. Make him lose control,” Zane growled. “Make him come.”

  Cian yelped and slammed into her twice more before letting out a low groan. Jamie bucked under him and moaned. Her body went limp. “Damn. That was amazing.” He pressed his lips to hers. “You okay, babe? We didn’t hurt you did we?”

  “Amazing,” she said. A goofy smile filled her features. “Hold me?”

  “Of course, babe. We’re not going anywhere. I promise.” Cian slipped out and cradled her on one side, while Zane took up position on the other side, allowing her to use his arm as a pillow.

  “You’re a beautiful sight to behold,” Zane whispered. “We are the luckiest men in the world.”

  She gave a wistful sigh. “I’m lucky, too.” Her eyes drifted closed, and a peacefulness settled over her. Zane knew come the morning, he’d find the bastard who had been snooping on her. No way in hell he’d allow her or any of the other witches to continue to live in fear.

  Zane had slipped out of bed almost an hour ago to shower and get breakfast started. Cian, on the other hand, laid snuggled up to their mate. With her soft, pliant body pressed to his, he’d been content to watch her sleep. They'd woken her up twice during the night, unable to get enough of her. She'd been willing as well, welcoming both of them into her arms and her body. Sated, but still aroused, he pushed a lock of her auburn hair from her face and memorized her features. She was beautiful. Curvy and soft. He loved her body. Loved the way she cradled his when they fucked. When a small sigh parted her lip, he leaned in for a kiss. Jamie's eyes opened, and her cheeks turned a pretty shade of pink.

  “Good morning,” he said. “Did you sleep well?”

  Jamie nodded. “Last night really happened, didn't it?”

  “Oh, yeah,” he chuckled. “How do you feel?”

  She stretched then pushed her hair out of her face. “Good. A little... weird.”

  “Weird?” he asked, cocking a brow. “I'd expect you feel shy or embarrassed, but weird?”

  “I guess I do feel those, too.” She shrugged. “This is probably the first time a guy, let alone two guys have spent the night in my bed, ever.”

  “Ah,” Cian said, understanding what she meant. It took a while for him to get used to Zane being next to him as well. Add in a third and things could be confusing and awkward. Thankfully, he knew his place, and he'd help Jamie learn as well. “Well, Zane is making breakfast for us. Would you like a shower?”

  “I'd love one.”

  “Great. Last one in has to wash my back,” he teased, before kissing her again.

  “I don't think mine is meant for two,” she said, following behind him.

  “I guess we're about to find out,” Cian joked. “I have ways of making us both fit.”

  “I bet you do,” she mumbled as she passed him. “Hands to yourself, or else we'll never make it out of here today.”

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�You make it sound like a bad thing,” he replied with a grin.

  “I swear you're both trying to kill me.”

  When they emerged from the bedroom twenty minutes later, Zane had the table set and their meal waiting for them. He leaned against the counter, holding his coffee cup while waiting for them. His jeans hung low on his hips, and the button was undone. “Later. Right now, we should eat.”

  “Sure, eat,” Cian replied. “So, I know we didn't get to talk about it last night.”

  “You mean torturing me while telling me some guy sat outside my window, watching me while I bathed, doesn't constitute talking? Well, color me surprised,” Jamie quipped as she grabbed a biscuit.

  “Sarcasm, I like it,” Cian replied. “However, you're right. We told you tidbits while getting you off. Which I'd love to do again.”

  “You did. In the shower,” she reminded him. “I'm surprised Zane didn't join in.”

  “Tub's too small,” he grunted. “Or else I would have been in there.”

  “Told you,” she said, before popping another bite of the biscuit into her mouth.

  “We'll fix him later. I have a feeling as soon as we're done here, he'll be taking you back to bed.” Her sweet scent thickened, and both he and Zane groaned. “You're so fucking open to us.”

  “You're so weird. If I didn't know any better, I'd swear you were who you say you are,” Jamie muttered.

  “We are,” Zane answered. “But, we're willing to take our time and prove it.”

  “Starting now,” Cian added.

  Zane nodded. “Last night you had a man in the tree staring at you through a pair of binoculars. We're having them looked at to see if we can find any fingerprints.”

  “I've given it some thought, and I'm not sure why he would be trying to spy on me. I don't know anyone in this town, with you guys and Ava being the exceptions, so what's the point?” she asked, before taking a bite of her eggs.

  “Honestly?” Zane said.

  “Yes,” she responded.

  “You're a witch.” When she opened her mouth to refute what he'd said, Cian stopped her. “Listen to us. Don't shut us out because your mind can't process it.” He looked to his mate. “You're going to have to tell her, Zane. About everything. In order for us to protect her, she has to have proof.”

  “Six weeks ago, the first body was found,” he said bluntly. “A girl had been ripped to shreds, but magic surrounded her. At first we thought it was hers, but two days ago, another body turned up, and the magic holding her in a pristine state, wasn't hers. It was dark—black.”

  “Wait, what?” Jaime pushed her plate away. “These bodies are mutilated and left preserved for you? That's not gross at all.” She frowned. “Did you say six weeks ago?”

  He nodded. “So, you can see why we're worried about you. The murders have become more frequent since you've shown back up in town.” Zane didn't accuse her of anything. He laid it out there for her to make up her mind.

  “But I arrived in Salem six weeks ago.”

  “We know,” Zane answered.

  “Zane is the Alpha. I'm the beta in our pack,” Cian said, adjusting their conversation. “Our third, is you. And when we complete the Trinity with our mating it will be the most powerful one—”

  “I thought you mated me last night,” Jamie said, disbelief filled her tone.

  “That wasn't a mating.” Zane pushed his plate away from him.

  “Then what was it?” Jamie put her fork down and picked up her steaming cup of coffee. As she took a sip, she glanced up at him over the rim, and a taunting glimmer filled her eyes before she closed them.

  Zane gave a heavy sigh as frustration rolled off of him. An exasperated Zane wasn’t a good thing. “I didn't mark you as Cian is marked, and we both actually have to fuck you at the same time to complete the mating.”

  Jamie gasped. The sweet scent of her arousal wafted around them, and Cian cut his gaze to his mate. Zane inhaled and shuddered. His cheeks were pink, and his lips were parted. “You like that idea, don't you, babe?” He caressed her cheek. “Don't bother denying it, because we can both smell it. It's intoxicating.”

  “You can smell me?” Jamie’s gaze flickered back and forth between them.

  “Yes,” Zane clipped out. “We can scent your moods, your feelings, and most importantly we can smell when your sweet little pussy creams.” Zane sat forward, holding his hands on the table. “Like it is now.”

  Jamie groaned and then buried her head between her hands. “This is just all too much to take in. Can’t you understand where I’m coming from? You want me to believe you and put aside what I know. You want me to forget about my childhood and my friend to... to help you. Have you ever stopped to think about what I’d lose?”

  “Your memories have been wiped,” Zane stated. “What you know and what’s the truth are two different things.”

  “Fuck you!” Jamie yelled. “My life isn’t some game. My memories are mine. You can’t tell me what’s real or not, or what’s the truth or not.” Her bottom lip trembled. “Mary’s death is the only reason I’m here. I couldn’t stand being there—Rosewood anymore. All the memories I made with her are real!”

  “Jesus.” Cian glared at his lover. “It's about timing, you don't just go blurting shit out like that!”

  “We agreed to be open and honest after—”

  “What? After you fucked me!” Jamie snapped. “Yeah, way to ease your path to fucking me over instead.”

  “Be thankful I talked him into doing it now.” Cian inclined his chin in Zane’s direction. “He wanted to wait till after the mating was complete.”

  “I feel so much better now,” she snarked.

  “We have proof,” Zane said. “About your family.”

  “I don’t have one.” Tears brimmed her eyes. “Stop telling me lies. You don’t have to keep up this silly charade, you already bedded me.”

  Cian frowned. “You were born here, in Salem. You were six when you left. We were your friends. Your protectors. Your mother and father were prominent people in town.”

  “Okay, so what were my parents’ names?” She stared at Cian, almost daring him to continue to lie to her.

  “Your father’s name is Colin. Your mother’s name is Sarah. Your mother shunned the coven. She didn’t want to involve you with the witches. Your father is part of the pack. He agreed with your mother, especially since the murders began ten years after you were born. When you should have begun your training as a witch,” he replied. “When this all started, they sent you away. They were supposed to follow.”

  “When we didn’t hear from your parents, we suspected you’d all found each other and were in hiding,” Zane said. “We had no reason to doubt such.”

  “Now,” Cian shook his head, “I’m sorry. We should have had better protocols in place.”

  Jamie sat there for so long, staring at nothing, saying nothing, Cian wondered if maybe they’d said too much. Or, then again, not enough. He worried if they continued, told her about her brothers or Matilda, her aunt, she’d pack up in the dead of night and run away. Then, she glanced over at him, before picking up her fork and began eating once more. “I believe this goes under the category of things I should have been told before we had sex.”

  “You might be on to something,” Cian teased.

  “Anything else you two knuckle heads want to tell me?” She took another bite of her biscuit.

  “Like I was saying. Once we complete the mating, we'll be the most powerful Trinity because of you. Because you are a very powerful witch. More powerful than what our pack has ever seen. That power is a direct link to the fact you can trace your family back to Bridget Bishop.”

  “I can’t believe I’m—”

  Zane's cell phone rang. He unclipped it from his belt and slid his finger across the screen. “Sheriff Adock.”

  Though Cian couldn’t tell who the voice was, he heard everything else. Zane tensed as the person told him about another body found in the cemetery,
murdered in the same manner as all of the other witches. Motherfucker!

  “I understand. I’ll be there in twenty. If you haven’t already, call in forensics and the coroner and the M.E.” Zane disconnected his call and stared at Cian. Pain filled his grey eyes. It was killing Zane to lose witch after witch, to lose future trinities and to lose members of his pack. Zane's glaze flickered to Jamie and then met his again.

  Message received.

  “I'll keep an eye on her,” Cian said. “Keep us posted.”

  Zane grabbed Jamie by the front of her shirt, kissing the hell out of her. The sensual manner in which their mouths glided over each other, caused Cian to shift in his chair. His groin tightened as arousal grabbed him by the balls. Jamie moaned, and Zane grunted as he palmed her ass and pushed her closer to his groin. It was a move Cian was familiar with. The sensation caused by their dicks rubbing against one another. Shit, keep it together. He inhaled, and the tantalizing scent of her creamy pussy drifted toward him. Cian rubbed himself, trying to relieve the growing ache in his crotch, but the rough feel of the denim over his cock... He groaned.

  As quick as the kiss started, it ended, and Zane placed a stunned Jamie back into her seat. He then shifted toward Cian’s chair and leaned down to give him an equally demanding kiss. Their lips smashed together, and Zane forced his tongue into Cian’s mouth. He palmed Cian’s crotch and mimicked the way their tongues pushed and rubbed one another with his hand. Cian’s heart pounded. His breath came in short, whimpered pants. Zane growled, and Cian’s dick throbbed. By the time his mate pulled back, Cian wasn’t in any better shape than Jamie.

  “I've said it before, he's so intense.” Jamie touch her swollen lips as the door closed behind Zane. “Is—Is that his normal morning goodbye?”

  “That's nothing. Trust me.”

  “How do you handle it?” Jamie asked, still stunned.

  “It's simple. I love him,” Cian said with a small shrug.

  He inched toward her. Jamie’s intoxicating aroma drew him in like a moth to flame. He could blame it on Zane and the way his Alpha ramped him up, but it was also the natural attraction he had to her and the overwhelming desire to mate her and to claim her as theirs.