Mating Their Witch
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Jamie blinked and shook her head trying to clear the fog of lust overtaking her brain from Cian's kiss.
“Mmmm,” Zane purred. “That kiss got her pussy all soft and wet.”
“Perhaps I'm not interested!” Jamie snapped.
“Your pussy says otherwise,” Zane growled.
“Fuck, it’s like fucking déjà vu,” Cian grumbled. “I thought we were all past all this?”
“We are.” Jamie glanced down at her feet, not wanting either one of them to see the pain she knew reflected in her eyes.
“Oh, shit,” Cian mumbled before he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her away from Zane. “You've pissed the Alpha off.”
Cian was right, when she finally met his gaze, Zane was pissed off. Damn it.
“You might want to change your answer,” Cian advised.
“It's mostly behind me?”
Zane crossed his large arms over his massive chest.
“Tell us, babe,” Cian encouraged her.
“I'm scared,” Jamie admitted.
“I know.” Zane enveloped both of them in his embrace. “Now tell us why.”
“I love you. Both of you,” Jamie whispered. “I-I didn’t know if you felt the same, and I was worried.”
“Love you, too, babe.” Cian kissed the mark he had left on her neck.
“I love you, too, little witch,” Zane tipped her chin up then laved at the mark he left.
“Finally, now can we take this shit home? My dick’s going to bust out of my damn jeans.” Cian rubbed his rock-hard dick against her ass.
“Zane did lock the door,” Jamie stated, unbuttoning Zane's shirt.
“Only place here is the fucking couch.” Zane snarled in displeasure.
“Oh, I didn't tell you.” Cian pushed his hand under Jamie's skirt and slipped his fingers into her panties. “Fuck me, she's soaked.”
Jamie groaned as he flicked her throbbing clit with his thumb. “Cian.”
“Couch pulls into a bed.”
“You fucker,” Zane snapped. “All the times we fucked up here, and you're telling me now it's a pull-out bed.”
“Well...” he shrugged, giving Zane a cocky grin. “You never asked. But, I like this right here.” His finger speared her, fucking her at a slow pace.
Jamie gripped Cian's forearms as he pushed her toward a powerful climax. “Here is good. Just, don't stop.” She panted, holding on by a thread. The need to have both of her mates at one time, thrummed through her veins.
“I have no plans on stopping,” he said. “Neither does Zane.” His thumb brushed over her clit. Intense, all-consuming pleasure shattered her. “Damn.” He pulled his fingers from her and licked them. “Show Zane how wet you are, babe.”
She wobbled over to her mate, weak-kneed and desperate. Zane smirked. “Get that bed ready, Cian. I'm licking my taste from the source.” He pushed her backwards until her knees bumped up against a bed—one she hadn't heard being pulled out.
“Shit, look at her tremble.”
“I know,” Zane said. “And she's all ours.”
“Looks like we'll be here all night.”
When her mates finished undressing, they turned their attention to her. “We love you, sweetheart. Thank fuck you made it back home to us.” Zane kissed her. “We're never giving you up. We'll follow you everywhere.”
For so long, Jamie thought she was alone, destined to never find her place in the world. Who knew coming home would change her life forever? “My everywhere is with you. Here.” She pressed her lips to his then gave a watery smile. “I just had to find my way first.”
Cian joined them, kissing a path across her shoulder. “And, we’re so fucking glad you did, babe.”
***
What a waste. Mat never did have the backbone to be a warlock such as himself. He strummed his fingers against the gnarly end of the arm of his throne. Mat did have potential. After he broke the emotional bonds holding him back, of course. But he squandered them. Got too involved.
Where had he gone wrong? He gave the boy the tools he'd need to be a formidable warlock. Given him time to think about the things he wanted to accomplish while under his training. Sure, he was a hard taskmaster, breaking Mat's will. His spirit.
Still, he showed the boy love. Hadn't he? Mat didn't scream when they had sex. Hadn't screamed when he showed his true form. So, what happened?
“Vego,” he called out.
The door to his room opened and a small beady-eyed man limped into the room. His hands were behind his back and his gaze glued to a spot in front of his feet. “Yes, Master?”
“Such a good boy. Such a special boy.” He motioned for the young man to step forward. “I require your assistance.”
Finally, Vego looked up at him. “I am at your service, Sir.”
“Good. Good. I need you to bring me Samuel. He should be ready for his first mission.” The Master licked his lips. “Wouldn't you agree?”
“Oh yes, Sir. I think so, Sir.” He opened his mouth to say more then stopped.
“What is it, boy, don't be shy.”
“Mat didn't have it, Sir. He... he let the girl get away. Without her, you can't finish the ritual.”
The Master sighed. “I know, son. It is the one thing I hope Samuel can help up with.”
“I believe he will. I will return, Sir.” Vego hurried from his chamber, leaving him once again to his thoughts.
The prophecy foretold of a powerful wiccan purifying the earth for eternity. He was such a warlock, and he would bring about the change. But, he couldn't do so until he gained all the power of the witches in Salem. Mat had started the transfer, but his measly presents didn’t do much to boost his power. No, he needed Jamie and the original settlers’ blood. When he had them... he grinned.
Times were changing.
The door opened a few minutes later, and Samuel limped into the room. His back seeped trails of blood from his last beating. Such a shame he’d tried to run. But, Samuel, like Mat, learned what not to do when under his tutelage. “Ah, Samuel, my how you've healed. You look well, boy. Come.” He motioned. “Sit by me, so we can talk.”
He hesitated for a mere second before shuffling over to the bench beside the Master. “You... you wanted to see me, S-sir?”
“I did, boy. I have a job for you.”
A spark of hope flared in the young man's eyes. “You do?”
“I do,” he answered. “I need you to bring the blood of Caia Abbot to me.”
“Yes, sir. And then I'm free?”
“Yes, my sweet boy,” the Master said, curling his arm around the fragile man. “If you complete the task, you will be free, and your family will be safe as well.”
“Thank you, Sir. I won't fail you, I promise,” Samuel said, happiness lacing his tone.
“Of course you won't, my precious boy,” he said stroking the back of Samuel's head. “Now, give us a kiss. Your Master has had a hard day and needs a little special time with his special friend.”
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