by Chloe Adler
Quickly I got up, positioning myself next to them and held Ryder, feeding his cock to Jared. With my other hand I reached down and touched myself. My three lovers pleasing each other made me pant. I had to taste them. Laying down I placed my head underneath their pumping bodies to suck on Jared and tease Ryder’s balls. Jared’s hand moved to accommodate me. The motion of the two of them rocking toward each other had me pushing my own pussy against a pillow in unison.
“Come lick me,” Burgundy commanded and I obeyed. Jared placed his own hand on his cock and held himself up with his other hand. No doubt our roommate was far better at sucking cock than either me or Burgundy. I marveled at how deep he could take Ryder, who almost completely disappeared down his throat. Before moving to Burgundy, I sat up and kissed my man, tangling my tongue with his. Breathing him in. His eyes flicked open, a smile playing on his lips. When he groaned into my mouth, I ran my fingernails over his chest before hopping behind Burgundy and burying my face between her legs.
Breathing her in I swooned. Burgundy’s sweet pussy tasted just like her mouth, pure cinnamon. Spreading open her lips, I licked her the way I knew she liked it. I tucked my ring and index finger on top of my middle finger, folding in my pinky and thumb to create the pyramid shape she liked for fisting. She was already wet from pegging Jared, one of her favorite things to do, so it was easy to suck her clit hard enough to distract her while slipping my hand inside.
“Oh yes,” she hissed, falling on top of Jared’s back. Once my hand was fully inside of her I sat up and leaned over both of them to make out with Ryder while fisting Burgundy’s pussy. Ryder returned the kiss and then slowly pulled himself out of Jared’s mouth.
“I want to come inside of Sadie,” he said when Jared looked up, disappointed, his mouth toy gone. A second later, he let out a groan as Ryder fell down in front of him taking Jared’s cock in his mouth.
I almost came just from watching. Whether he had sucked cock before or not was unclear, but Jared obviously liked it. Jared fucked Ryder’s face while Burgundy fucked Jared and I hand-fucked Burgundy. After another minute or two, both of my friends were coming together, Burgundy pushing herself into me and Ryder sucking up Jared’s load.
When they were finished, they collapsed together and Ryder kissed me, Jared still hot on his breath.
Ryder pushed me back onto the floor, straddling my stomach. He held down my arms as I tried to reach up to him.
“Shh, my turn,” he whispered into my ear before descending on my neck with his hot tongue.
The others moved to join in and quickly I was overwhelmed with sensations. Yum. I let them steer my body, craning my neck to taste Ryder’s mouth.
My legs were pried wider and a cock thrust inside of me. I broke from the kiss to see who it was. Ryder smiled down at me, his rod pushing slowly inside, grinding upward and hitting my clit. One of his hands stroked Jared.
A tongue inserted itself between us, licking my clit and Ryder’s cock. It was soft as the voice of a fairy and as light as the wings of a butterfly. We moaned into each other’s mouths as he pushed in deeper, impossibly filling me. Burgundy’s moans, against our sex vibrated, mixing with Jared’s moans as he took his pleasure from Ryder’s hand.
All my lovers together, pleasing one another, was more than I could bear. My core rose. The heat plummeting. It was delicious. The sensations. I was lost. Pushing into it. My friends. My lovers. My life.
I came so hard my juices gushed. I came over and over and over, straining to hear the happy sounds of my lovers while wrapping my arms around Ryder. His huge cock expanded even more, pressing into me as he exploded a second later. I looked down to see Jared’s head buried between our bodies, still feeling his hands and tongue. Burgundy was smiling up at me. She bent down to our thighs and with an explosion of pain and delight, she sank her fangs into me.
Ryder’s face was beautiful in its ecstasy and as Burgundy bit me, Ryder screamed and bucked. It was a look and reaction I was familiar with. Burgundy was biting him too. One fang for each of us.
The orgasm kept going, intensifying, lifting us up and taking us completely out of our bodies.
It was as if the pleasure was too great, and suddenly, there was silence. No more movement. No more sensation. No more pressure.
I opened my eyes, not realizing I had closed them. Ryder’s large warm hands were holding onto me as we held eye contact.
“I love you, Sadie,” he whispered. “Now and forever.”
“I love you, Ryder. I love sharing my life with you. My friends and my lovers.”
The dark orbs of his pupils dilated as he took my face in his hands and leaned forward to kiss me deeply, like he was drinking my essence, my soul, and I didn’t want him to stop. Then my friends appeared too and climbed up to join us. Burgundy on one side and Jared on the other. Their arms around us, our bodies snuggled tight, I had never felt happier, safer or more complete.
The End
Afterword
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Excerpt from A Witch’s Dark Craving available in June 2017:
Chapter One
I, Chrysothemis Holt, was the apple of my mother’s eye, even after my two gorgeous sisters came along. Maybe that should have been enough, but it was no consolation prize for being the ugly duckling, as my sister Sadie always labeled me. Sadie couldn’t enter a room—or even a shopping mall—full of people without turning heads. Her thick, wavy mane of bright red hair was like a siren’s beacon beckoning shipwrecks onto her shore. With her contrasting emerald-green eyes and pale-as-moonlight skin, the woman was truly a sight to behold. All of that sultry beauty was poured into a small frame with luscious curves. If our mother hadn’t despised her, I could have hated her.
Looking at Sadie, no one could imagine a greater beauty—until their eyes fell on my youngest sister, Iphigenia. Iphi’s classic blond ringlets, cerulean-blue eyes, flushed pink cheeks and waifish body, which made even Sadie look fat, were the ugliest things Iphi possessed. Her vibrantly optimistic personality and loving nature far outweighed even her most amazing superficial attributes. So kind was our youngest, no one ever resented her beauty, least of all me.
It wasn’t their fault. The die had been cast, and my sisters had come out on top. Reaching over, I dipped my paintbrush into the water bowl, tapping off the excess.
A mixture of yellow ochre, titanium white and a dab of dioxazine purple was the closest I could get to Iphi’s flaxen curls. Turning back to my easel, I daubed a corner of the canvas I was working on.
“Are you almost finished?” asked Iphi, moving a golden curl out of her eye.
“Don’t move, please, I want to capture you perfectly.” I offered her a smile to soften the command.
My little sister was as feisty as our middle sister but so much kinder. Maybe it was because she was the youngest that Sadie and I had always shared a soft spot for her. We were her protectors, growing up without a father.
The knock on my bedroom door was firm, and I didn’t even have time to question why our mother was bothering with the formality before my door flew open.
Our mother, Aurelia, hovered in the doorway. She was a complete contrast to Iphi in personality. Both of my sisters had inherited their gut-wrenching beauty from her, whose ominous presence belied the strawberry-blond waves cascading halfway down the front of her perfectly proportioned body.
The woman was the most powerful witch in all the worlds. Well, second-most, now that Sadie had gained her powers. For most of Sadie’s life, our mother had dampened her witchcraft. Then my sister had met her boyfriend, Ryder, the key that had opened her lock.
Our mother had always been a dour woman, but after our father disappeared for the second time six months ago, she’d become even worse. “Ill-tempered” was the kindest wa
y to put it. I felt badly for her. She’d thought our father had run out on us, only to find out that he’d disappeared to save our lives. And then he’d done it again. As far as we knew, he was gone for good now.
Iphi’s cherubic face spun toward Mom, her Cupid’s-bow mouth in a pucker. The flaxen-blond curls I had so meticulously framed around her rosy cheeks ended up askew and stuck to her dewy complexion.
“Mama, you know Chrysothemis needs complete silence to concentrate.”
Iphi was the only one who could get away with admonishing our mother. Because Iphi was so sweet, it came across as a love bite.
“I wanted to see.”
Mom made no apologies. For anything. Ever.
She entered without being invited. It was her house, she always reminded us; she could do as she pleased. Her hand reached out to brush Iphi’s hair off her face as she rounded the easel and looked at my representation of our angel.
She sucked in an audible breath, hands reaching to her heart. “Oh, Chrys, you’ve done an excellent job, as always.”
She leaned toward me, and for a moment I thought she was going to kiss me or embrace me, which would be completely out of character. I found myself leaning back just in case. Neither of us was the touchy-feely kind.
Aurelia pecked the air next to my cheek and waved her hand at us. “Resume.”
Her long red robe, a staple since Father had left, swooshed as she turned back toward the door. For a moment she paused at the doorframe to twitch her strawberry-blond mane back over her shoulder, and then she was gone, closing the door behind her.
Iphi stifled her giggle with hands to her mouth. “Could she be any more dramatic?” my little sister asked.
“Nope.” I let out the smile I’d been holding in, lest Mother see me happy.
Aurelia was a miserable woman and seemed to begrudge the happiness of others. There was no doubt I was her favorite—she did little to hide that fact—but it was probably because I was almost as dour as she was.
The acrylic was beginning to dry and I meticulously added more paint.
“Just a few more minutes,” I told Iphi, “and then it’ll be ready.”
“Can I just take a peek?”
“You know the rules.” I didn’t have to remind her though. My angelic sister was my favorite subject and had sat for many portraits in the past.
“Did you hear?” Her voice dropped several decibels.
“What? You know I hate guessing games.” I rolled my eyes, a typical Sadie response, but I couldn’t stop it in time.
“I saw that,” Iphi said with a smile in her voice, “and just as well because the news is about Sadie.”
“What news?” My eyes widened at the possibilities. Sadie and Ryder had broken up? They were getting married? She was pregnant? If it was one of the latter two . . . My jaw clenched even entertaining those thoughts.
“Sadie is moving out of Casa Mañana and moving in with Ryder.”
“What?” Was my head actually spinning around on my neck? It was difficult to believe that Sadie would leave the comfort of the home she shared with her two best friends, all living in sexual depravity. My pulse quickened.
“I know.” Iphi’s little shoulders rose up, almost touching her elven ears.
“Stop moving,” I snapped.
Her shoulders drooped. “Sorry, Sis.”
That little smile could melt the heart of an ogre.
“It’s okay, I didn’t mean to snap at you. So . . . Sadie is moving out?” I wanted to hear the details but I didn’t want to sound too interested. Sadie and I may have buried the proverbial hatchet but that didn’t mean I had to like her. Not after she had treated me with complete disdain for the twenty-one years of her life. I was her older sister, after all. I was the one who was supposed to hold the power. But I never had.
“Yeah, her and Ryder found their own place closer to downtown. They’re moving this weekend.”
I nodded slowly, chewing the inside of my lip. “Does Mom know?”
Iphi’s curls bounced up and down on her shoulders along with her head.
Of course I was the last to know.
“Are you mad that Sadie didn’t tell you?” Iphi’s brows pulled together.
Poor Iphi. She’d spent most of her life trying to keep the peace between Sadie and me.
“No, I’m not mad. I’m surprised.” I pulled my lower lip into my mouth and chewed on it.
“Well,” Iphi’s voice dropped again, “I think this is a really good thing because . . .” She waited. And waited.
“Fine, I’ll bite. Why?”
“Because now you can move in.”
If I hadn’t thought that was the worst idea in history, her Cheshire Cat grin would have been contagious.
“You’re kidding me, right?” What was she thinking? Sadie lived with Burgundy Rosales, a vampire stripper, and Jared Weks, a gay shape-shifter. Their whole deal was about regularly bringing strangers into the house for sex. Copulation. Depravity.
“Chrys, just think about it.” Iphi blinked those long lashes at me, which is what she did when she was trying to get her way.
“No. I don’t have to think about it, Iphi. Even if Burgundy and Jared wanted me as a roommate, which I’m sure they do not, I would never feel comfortable with their living situation.”
“Are you done with my portrait yet?”
I took a step back and looked at it before looking at Iphi again.
“Yes, come look.”
She jumped off her stool and almost knocked the canvas off the easel in her haste.
“Easy.” I couldn’t help reprimanding her. I was the oldest, after all.
“Sorry, sweetie pie.” She darted forward to kiss my cheek. I pulled away just in time and her lips met the air. We’d played this game our entire lives. Sometimes she caught me off guard.
Those eyes of hers were filling with tears, looking at the portrait.
“You make me look so beautiful. Enchanted. Like a fairy princess.”
“I only paint what I see. And you do look like a fairy princess, sweetheart.” She liked it when I tried to be effusive with her.
“I want to hug you!” She reached her arms toward me.
I sidestepped.
Her arms dropped to her sides, and she shrugged. “Your loss.”
I couldn’t help a rubbery smile, my lips like they belonged to someone else.
Iphi turned toward the door, then stopped with her hand on the handle. “Think about what I said, Chrys. You’re twenty-five and you’ve never been on your own before. I think it would be good for you.”
Before I could respond she opened the door and walked out, closing it very softly behind her.
About the Author
Chloe Adler is a debut paranormal romance/urban fantasy author. A Witch’s Mortal Desire is her first book in the Distant Edge Romance series and she will be releasing one book a month in this series for the next four months.
Chloe is an avid reader of PNR and UF herself. When not reading or writing she is happily sipping tea with friends, hiking with her dog and performing circus tricks.
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Also by Chloe Adler
The Distant Edge Romance Series
Book 1 - A Witch’s Mortal Desire - Sadie’s Book
Book 2 - A Witch’s Dark Craving - Chrys’s Book (releasing in June 2017)
Book 3 - A Shifter’s Fevered Heart - Jared’s Book (releasing in July 2017)
Book 4 - A Vampire’s Wicked Hunger - Burgundy’s Book (releasing in August 2017)
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