Phoenixflare: A Reverse Harem Romance (The Rogue Witch Book 6)

by KT Strange

  “Easy,” Eli’s hot word moved over the base of my spine. His front pressed into my back, and I could feel how hard he was. “You’re ours. You’re going to take every inch and be grateful for it.”

  My eyes flew open and I reached for purchase, bracing my hands on Cash’s chest. He smirked, eyes closing, fingers pulling me open as he thrust his cock up inside me. Eli’s arm banded around my stomach, holding me still as I shuddered, the first stretch so sweet and intense.

  “That’s it,” Cash groaned, as Eli pressed on my hips, forcing me down. My fingers dug into Cash’s chest, and his lashes flickered when my nails scraped over his skin. “None of that,” he hissed, grabbing my wrists in one of his hands. I cried out and pulled forward. My knees slid along the sheets as he bottomed out inside me. He was so thick. He gave a short pump of his hips, testing me, and my fingers fisted tight in his grip.

  Eli let me go, his hand warm on the small of my back.

  “That good?” He wasn’t asking me.

  “Shit yeah,” Cash said. “C’mere sweetheart, let me kiss you, steal those sweet noises right out of you.”

  He tugged me down and I fell against his chest, my arms squished between us. He kissed me hard, rolling his hips up into me and down again. The thrusts were short, slow, and not at all what I needed to get there. I bit his lip in protest and he grunted, his free hand swatting my hip before he broke our kiss.

  “Oh you’re going to be like that with him?” Eli’s tone was dark and I tensed up, right before he hit my ass again, right where Cash had. It hurt, but the pain melted away as Cash lifted his hips, sliding deep inside me and forcing a raw moan out of my throat.

  “You love that,” Cash said, his face inches from mine. There was no hiding anything I felt; not my reaction to the short, biting pain, or the relief of Cash’s cock fucking up into me. “You love it when we do this to you.”

  My face was as warm as my ass and I let my head rest on his shoulder, focusing on breathing through the slow, cresting pleasure as his pace never faltered.

  His skin was hot, his tight muscles moving under me. Eli ran a finger down my spine and I trembled. The touch curved around, trailing along bruised flesh, stroking where my thigh met my ass, then dipped down. I felt him tease me right where Cash split me open. A low gasp escaped me.

  It was too much, overwhelming my senses.

  “You’re so tight when he does that,” Cash said, sounding breathless. His brown hair stuck to his forehead, and he tilted his head backward, the long column of his throat tensing as he swallowed. “I could fuck you all damn day and never get tired of feeling you.“

  His words made my skin glow and I tightened on him, flexing my hips, begging for faster, for more.

  He didn’t give it to me though. No matter how much I squirmed, or finally, after several minutes, asked with actual words.

  “Not yet,” Eli said, his fingers still teasing at my entrance, dragging back and forth. My clit ached for attention, and I whined in frustration. “I said not yet.” His other hand slapped the curve of my ass hard, harder than before, and I jerked against Cash’s chest. He groaned and let go of my hands to grab my hips.

  “Fuck, Eli, get off,” Cash said, lifting his shoulders off the sheets. The mattress dipped and Eli’s touch disappeared. Cash rolled me over, pinning me down under him. Relief flooded through me, and as he braced an arm beside me and lifted himself, his cock still buried inside me, I reached down.

  My fingers had just skimmed over my belly-button when Eli grabbed my wrists, pulling them up over my head.

  I cried out.

  “Please,” I said.

  “If you’re going to come, one of us is going to do it for you,” Eli said, his expression stern as he stared down at me. My cheeks warmed and I twisted my head away, feeling intensely shy and exposed. Cash groaned, his hips rolling faster, sliding between my parted thighs. The friction was just on the knife-edge of perfect. I lifted up to meet him, wishing for more.

  “I just need—”

  “No you don’t need.” Eli crouched beside me, holding me still with one hand. He cupped my breast and pinched the nipple until a spark of pain had me gasping. Cash’s eyes were steady on my face, his lips parted as he fucked me, his brow furrowed. He wanted to go faster, but he wouldn’t, not until Eli gave him some sort of hidden signal that it was okay.

  They both knew I’d come if he fucked me faster.

  Clothes hit the floor, and the mattress shifted as Charlie appeared over Cash’s shoulder, a smirk on his face.

  “You’re beautiful all stretched out under him like that,” Charlie murmured. “Skin slick, your scent everywhere.

  “Charlie,” Cash grunted, “stop talking. You’re making her all tight.”

  “That’s not a bad thing,” he chuckled. Eli sighed.

  “She’s not allowed to come, not until she proves to us she won’t lose control over her powers.” His thumb and forefinger threatened my hard nipple again and I held my breath. Cash slowed his thrusts, dragging a whine out of me

  “Well that’s no fun,” Charlie complained with a laugh before he reached between me and Cash. His fingers rubbed over the soft, over-sensitive folds of my pussy. Eli growled at him. “Be nice to her, she’s so turned on I bet she’d come like a rocket.“

  I tensed, his words making me shiver. Cash let out a low groan.

  “Fuck, ‘m gonna—” His head tipped down, his hands digging into the sheets hard. His thrusts picked up speed, and I tried to meet him, failing miserably as he chased his orgasm. His arms shook and he let his head drop down to my belly, his lips pressing a kiss to the curve of it as he groaned. “Darcy…”

  Charlie’s finger traced over my clit and I cried out, so close that I could almost… if I just—

  Eli swatted Charlie away from me as Cash’s hips gave one last rough series of pumps. He pulled out with a growl.

  “Fuck,” Cash said, flopping on his back. His eyes were closed tight, his cock still hard. “Fuck, sweetheart.” He turned his head to look at me, lying sprawled out and desperate for my own grand finale. “Oh doll, hate to leave you like that,” he whispered, shifting closer to me, his mouth brushing my ear. “But you’ve been so damn bad.”

  A shudder ran through my muscles and I tensed my thighs together to stop the needy burning sensation. Eli’s hand were still clamped on my wrists, and Charlie’s fingers were wandering along my hip, stroking whorls and circles on my skin.

  “Let me give her a little,” Charlie said, tapping my knee. “Open up, baby.”

  “Eyes on me,” Eli said, and I obeyed instantly. Cash was close and warm, nuzzling my ear as Charlie knelt between my thighs. “I’m going to let you come, once. But no more than that.”

  I nodded. I was willing to agree to whatever he wanted. I just needed to come, so badly.

  Charlie’s mouth was warm on my thigh, and I moaned when he licked at the sensitive, thin mark he’d left when he’d bonded me.

  My eyes flew open.

  “But Cash just—”

  Eli’s fingers wrapped around my mouth as Charlie’s tongue slid between my folds. I moaned, my hips arching. Cash laughed softly into my ear.

  “He’s going to make you come so hard, sweetheart,” he said, and then bit my ear lobe gently, teeth grazing the skin. Eli muffled the soft noises I was making, his eyes never leaving my face. Charlie’s mouth was soft on me, the wet-warm feel of it making me roll my hips. He was teasing me, not quite touching my clit but flicking his tongue around it until I clawed at the sheets over my head, desperate for direct contact.

  Cash wrapped a big, lazy hand around my breast and slowly squeezed, dragging his fingers up and over my nipple. I moaned and bucked my hips.

  Charlie cursed at the sudden movement, and I whimpered when he swatted at my thigh. With a sigh, Eli leaned down and pushed Charlie away.

  “If she doesn’t want to behave…”

  “No,” I mumbled into his hand and shook my head. I was being so good. I ga
ve him the most contrite look I could, the crest of my orgasm melting away. I needed it back, the warm sensation of tightness in my belly, the shivery nerves snapping up my spine.

  Charlie growled at Eli.

  “You might order her around, but you’re sure as shit not telling me what to do,” he said, before burying his mouth in me again. His fingers found my entrance, sliding inside me. Finally, exactly what I needed and someone who was going to give it to me. Noisy, desperate breaths escaped me as I panted into Eli’s hand.

  Cash pinched my nipple hard, and I bit back a groan, trying to keep my hips still. Charlie’s fingers were curling inside me, thrusting up to hit that one, perfect spot. I wriggled, twisting to get him right where I needed him.

  His tongue slicked over my clit, and then he caught it between his lips. The threads of what I wanted were just out of my reach, and I shuddered, waiting for my body to finally give in.

  “Bet you taste so good, he can’t get enough of you,” Cash whispered into my ear. His fingers were rough on my breast, circling the tight peak slowly. Eli wasn’t ignoring me either, his hot gaze running down my body as I pressed up into Charlie’s mouth, needing more sensation, more of what he was doing.

  “You gonna stop when she comes?” Eli asked. “Or are you going to keep going, when she’s sensitive and starts begging for you to let her be?”

  Charlie made a buzzy sound that vibrated right across my clit, Cash rumbled softly with that purring sound all of them made when they were content, and Eli’s words sent me rushing over the edge. My eyes closed hard, my body tight like a bow string and I bit down on Eli’s hand, desperate for something to feel real as my whole body felt like it was dissolving into sparks of electricity.

  Growling, Charlie yanked away.

  “Christ, she zapped me.”

  “Oh god,” I said behind Eli’s hand. “I’m sorry.”

  Cash snickered.

  “I mean, I liked it.” He shrugged and sat up, grinning down at me. “You can spark me anytime, doll.”

  My cheeks flushed hard.

  Eli sighed and let me go. I lay there, shaking, my muscles both wanting to tense and relax at the same time.

  “It’s almost like you want me to punish you,” he said, before grabbing my knee, pulling my legs apart. “Maybe this time you’ll listen. Because each time you lose control, that’s one more time I’m going to make you come, even if you’re begging me to stop.”

  Twenty-Five

  Darcy

  “You want help?” Cash asked, but he wasn’t talking to me. He shifted his back up against the headboard, and he pulled me to lie against his chest.

  “Hey, wait—”

  “Too late for that.” Charlie knelt on the bed, sitting back on his heels. “I’m beginning to think that Eli has it right and that you need a good reason to stop losing control.”

  Eli’s hand slapped onto my lower stomach, his fingers spread. He looked up at me, settling between my thighs. My heart was slamming in my throat, and when I tried to squirm away, Cash trapped my arms, holding my wrists to my sides.

  “Be good for him and take your punishment,” Cash said with a chuckle that sent heat straight to my core. My face flushed, and I tried to look up at him, plead with him, even though part of me wanted this. I wanted to see how far they could push me, how far I would go for them, for Eli.

  “Are you going to control yourself, Darcy?” Eli’s voice rumbled through me, and I shivered, “Or do I need to do it for you?”

  “I’ll try,” I whispered, my throat dry. A heated smile broke out on Eli’s face.

  “That’s my good girl,” he said, and I closed my eyes. The praise went right inside of me, and all I wanted to do was be good for him. He dragged his fingers along my skin, painting lines of pure sensation. I tried to focus on Cash’s slow, even breathing under me, the rise and fall of his chest, the way he kissed the top of my head. He was saying things quietly into my hair, telling me how good he knew I could be, how much it’d make Eli happy if I just listened and did what I was told for once.

  Outside of the bedroom I was a thunderstorm, but in their arms I only wanted to obey. Did that make me weak?

  “Darcy, eyes on me.” Eli had noticed my attention wandering. He slapped the side of my thigh when I took a second too long to look at him. A gasp hiccuped out of my chest.

  “Can I get a hand in?” Charlie asked, and I blushed at the mental image of him kneeling between my thighs and finger fucking me as Eli watched.

  “You’ve had your chance,” Eli said with a snort. “Seems like the only one with the mental fortitude to actually discipline her is me. So you’ll wait.”

  Charlie growled but stayed still, his muscles tense like he wanted to challenge Eli. That was almost too much for me and I looked away.

  “You take any more time,” Cash drawled, “and I’ll just fuck her like this.” He wasn’t lying. I could feel him getting hard again against the small of my back, and his hips flexed like he was imagining fucking me again.

  “The only thing that’s going to be inside her is my fingers,” Eli said. He smirked at me and I looked at him from under my lashes, an intense feeling of shyness coming over me. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you, sweetheart?”

  “I—”

  He cut me off with one touch, his thumb sweeping down between the drenched folds of my pussy and rubbing firmly over my clit. My hips jerked up, trying to get more while at the same time I shuddered from the overstimulation. I didn’t think I could come again, although he looked like he was determined to give it the good old college try. I moaned and shook my head.

  “No? You don’t want me to finger fuck you until you’re grinding down so hard against Cash he can’t do anything but flip you onto your stomach and take you from behind?”

  “Oh god,” I breathed out. That was too much. Cash kissed my temple and his lips dragged along the curve of my ear.

  “I’ll do it, too,” he promised, his voice dark. “I’ll fuck you so hard that you won’t even be able to scream.” His hips flexed, his cock a hard promise that threatened to undo me.

  “Darcy,” Eli’s voice cut through the fog of arousal. “Eyes on me.” I’d looked away again, and he circled my clit slowly, to remind me of who was in control of this thing we were doing.

  Charlie curved his fingers around my thigh, pulling my leg out further, and when I glanced at him, Eli slapped his hand down, fingers catching hard over my pussy. The strike shocked me, and I stared at him.

  “Eyes,” he said, punctuating his next few words with light smacks that lit up my core, “on me.”

  I gave him a shaky nod, trying to ignore Charlie and Cash as much as I could, even when Charlie’s hand slid up to cup my breast, kneading it softly. I moaned and Eli went back to stroking his fingertips over my clit, until my hips were lifting up off of Cash to get more. The warmth inside me was tightening, and I wasn’t quite where I needed it to be. When he slid two fingers into me, I shuddered and Cash grunted.

  “Fuck, Sparky,” he growled into my ear, “don’t make me bite you.”

  “I felt that too,” Eli chuckled. “Seems like she’s all out of control of herself today.” His fingers curled inside of me and I cried out. “No lighting up, Darcy, I swear you won’t like what I do to you if you keep that up.”

  I lifted my hips, trying to get away from the pressure inside of me. Eli seemed to know right where to touch me until I was gasping, feeling like I was teetering on the edge of an orgasm. It would be too intense; my body was wrung out from the last one, and I whimpered.

  “Please.”

  “Are you close, sweetheart? Feels like it. You’re so tight around my fingers. But you keep shocking us. How are we supposed to make you feel good if you do that? Plus how am I supposed to finger fuck you at some fancy award show if you’re lighting up with static all the time? Everyone would know.”

  “Award show?” I somehow managed to say the words despite feeling like I was going to come at any moment. H
e’d want me to control it, I knew that without him having to say it. I shuddered, on the edge.

  “Oh you think we’re not going to be up for any awards? You close? Don’t come, Darcy.” Eli’s voice was dark and dangerous, curling inside me just as his fingers pulled out. “Good girl,” he said. I shook in Cash’s arms, and Charlie flicked his finger over my nipple. I glared at him, breathing hard.

  “Next time you edge her, maybe you can be the one lying under her,” Cash grumbled. “My balls are going to get fried.”

  Eli snorted and patted the rise of my pussy gently. I flinched and smothered a moan. Fuck him. One day I’d wreck him like he did me.

  “Take a breath, sweetheart,” Eli said, his eyes running down my body. His Adam’s apple bobbed and dipped for a moment and when he caught me looking, his lips quirked up at the corner. “You’re beautiful laid out like this.”

  “Mmhm,” Charlie agreed, leaning in to steal a kiss from me as Cash held me tight. I returned it with enthusiasm, sighing when he pulled away. My body was settling down, Cash’s warmth soothing me. “All ours. All perfect, and gorgeous and—”

  “Oh god!”

  Eli’d waited until Charlie had distracted me, slipping fingers back inside of me and taking me from relaxed to on the edge in three seconds.

  “Don’t light up, or you won’t be coming at all for the next week,” Eli’s threat froze me in place, and he smirked. “Or maybe I’ll make you stay in bed, and we can take turns wrecking you.”

  “Who says we need to take turns?” Cash said, his voice so low that it buzzed right through my body.

  Eli chuckled and leaned down. I closed my eyes the moment his lips touched my skin, and I shuddered when his tongue found my clit. It was almost too sensitive to touch, but the flat warmth of his mouth on it made everything better.

  His fingers pumped leisurely inside of me, a slow push-pull that was all I needed. I shivered, right on the edge, until he lifted his face enough to say—