The Sea Witch (Wicked Villains 5)

I may hate myself at the end of this—I will hate myself at the end of this—but it feels too good to stop.

And what choice do I have?

I signed the contract. I made the deal. I bargained away a bit of myself that I’m sure I won’t miss. I consented. I’ve gone too far to change my mind now.

Alaric’s fingers shift down to grip my thighs, holding me open for him. Desire coils through me, tighter and tighter. The closer I get to the edge, the more desperate I am to consume what little bit of Ursa she’ll allow me. I moan against her pussy and suck hard on her clit. Her fingers dig into my hair, and she lets loose a low laugh that has me shivering right down to my core. Her thighs tighten around me, every move designed to hold me in place as her hips roll to ride out the rhythm of my mouth.

Holy crap, I just made Ursa come.

She uses my hair to pull me off her and leans down to press a surprisingly soft kiss to my lips. I’m still perched on the edge, though Alaric’s tongue has slowed, as if he’s teasing me, as if he wanted to ensure I finished pleasuring Ursa before he took me to the point of no return.

She grips my throat in that casually possessive way of hers. I don’t understand why the feeling of her palm pressed to my vulnerable skin, her nails pricking me, settles me. In the presence of her approval, I don’t care enough to wonder. “Good girl.” She gives my throat a little squeeze and nudges me back. “For that, I won’t make Alaric tease you for hours before he finally fucks you.”

I can’t quite catch my breath. “Thank you?”

“It’s a reward, yes.” She shifts me back enough that she can fix her dress. “Alaric, stop playing and give her that orgasm you’ve been promising.”

He growls against me and then he’s tonguing my clit in a devastatingly good rhythm. I whimper, and her fingers tighten the tiniest bit on my throat. I’m caught between them, a piece of flotsam in the middle of a storm. Ursa holds me steady, but she’s not doing it for comfort. She’s exposing me just as thoroughly as Alaric is with his mouth, stripping me down to my base parts. I don’t know what she’ll find. I truly don’t.

My eyes start to slide shut and she pricks me with her nails. “Ah ah. Eyes on me, darling. He may be giving you this orgasm, but it’s at my command.”

She looks almost as perfectly put together as she did during the auction. The only evidence that we’ve been up to no good is the faint sheen of sweat on her medium-brown skin and an equally faint smudging of her lipstick. The reminder of where she left evidence of that same vivid red shade is enough to make the pleasure Alaric deals coil almost painfully tight. I gasp and then I’m coming. I try to writhe, but they hold me immobile, and somehow that only makes my pleasure spike higher, last longer.

My legs give out, and together Alaric and Ursa get me onto the bed. Being between them shouldn’t feel so good, not when there are a thousand things I am very intentionally not unpacking right now. The fact that Alaric is here… The fact that he tricked me… So much of what I thought was truth is actually a lie.

I shove the thought away.

Better to tell myself that I don’t have a choice, that I have seven days in this strange limbo. Easier to convince myself that I must consent.

Anything is easier than admitting I want them both too much to poke holes in the betrayal lingering just out of reach. Alaric seduced me and made me believe that he might love me, when all the while he was kneeling at the feet of Ursa. He lied to me.

Ursa and I couldn’t be more different. I’m a mere shadow of everything she is. A ghost. A half-formed thought. A faded memory when she’s blazing with life and personality and charm.

How could I really believe that he’d want me when he has her?

Ursa ends up lounging next to me, looking perfect and touchable, while Alaric kneels between my spread thighs. She traces a single finger down the center of my chest, over my left breast to circle my nipple. “Have you used toys, darling?”

I blink, my mind sluggish to divine her meaning. Once I realize what she’s talking about, I blush so fiercely, it’s a wonder my skin doesn’t burst into flames. “No.”

“Why not?”

I have to fight not to squirm. “I didn’t want to have to sneak it into the house or explain its presence if it was found.” Once, my older sister Jael offered to smuggle me in a sex toy, but I was too worried that someone would find it. My father has a staff of cleaning people, and I’m certain that half their job is simply reporting on what they find in his unmarried daughters’ rooms. How Jael managed to keep a secret like a dildo is a mystery.