The Sea Witch (Wicked Villains 5)

“We have an audience.” She speaks softly, just for us, even as she keeps stroking Zuri’s clit. “She doesn’t fuck you like a little virgin, does she, Alaric?” She keeps speaking, obviously not requiring a response. “No, she fucks you like a little slut.”

There’s something about us having sex, my head on Ursa’s thigh, while she plays with Zuri’s clit, all without looking at either of us… It threatens to incinerate me. It’s like we’re an afterthought, like us rutting right here, the wet sound of Zuri’s pussy taking my cock doesn’t matter in the least. Like it’s barely worth noting.

Because we’re hers.

I grit my teeth. “I’m close.”

“No, you’re not.” She tugs on my hair and finally looks down at me. “Zuri will ride you until she’s finished and you will not come until I give permission. Do you understand?”

I stare up into her face, enraptured. “Yes, Mistress.”

“You say ‘yes, Mistress’ and then you disappoint me. Don’t do it tonight.” She gives my hair a sharper tug. “Hold still, Alaric. Let her use you. That’s what you need, isn’t it? You love playing the toy just as much as our Zuri does. Little sluts, both of you. So ready to fuck where anyone can watch.” Ursa sighs as if she’s losing her patience. “Might as well make it worth everyone’s while.” She reaches up and yanks Zuri’s dress down, baring her breasts, and then goes back to playing with her clit.

Zuri slows down even further, the little tease. She arches back and braces her hands on my thighs, putting her full body on display. I knew she was an exhibitionist, but this is just further confirmation. She gets off on knowing people are watching, on knowing that they want her.

“That was an invitation, lover. You know how she loves her breasts played with.”

I skate my hands up Zuri's sides and cup her breasts. I’m rougher than I mean to be, but Zuri grinds down on my cock and moans loudly. A reminder that our girl appreciates a little hurt. I pinch her nipples, testing her. Harder and harder, as her strokes become more frantic, her head tilting back and her long fall of hair moving over my thighs.

Ursa pinches Zuri's clit and then she’s coming, loud and messy enough to turn heads. Ursa shifts her hand down to grip my cock around the base. “Now you may come.”

I drive up, fucking Ursa’s hand, fucking Zuri’s pussy. Again and again, until I can’t hold back any longer. I come, pulling Zuri down onto my length, onto Ursa’s hand, as I empty myself into the condom.

I drag Zuri down for a kiss, losing myself in the taste of her. She finally eases off my cock and rises up to kiss Ursa, too. Then she grimaces. “I’d like to clean up before we leave.”

“Of course.” Ursa motions to the doorway on the other side of the room. “There are bathrooms and the like through there. Don’t tarry.”

“Yes, Mistress.” She presses another quick kiss to Ursa’s lips and then climbs off me.

I get up long enough to dispose of the condom and then rejoin Ursa on the couch. She has a pensive look on her face. I take her hand and lace my fingers through hers. “I meant it.”

“Alaric—”

“I meant it,” I repeat. “I mean it. I love you.”

She exhales slowly, studying my face. “I…love you, too.” The words sound jagged, as if she’s forced them out. “It’s not easy admitting it, but it’s the truth.”

“I know.” It’s there in every touch, in the way she takes care of me, in her offer to share her bed tonight and in the future. I lean in and kiss her. “I’m keeping you, Ursa. I’m yours and you’re mine. No matter what else happens.”

When I lean back, she has a vulnerable look in her dark eyes. For the first time since I’ve met her she doesn’t immediately mask it with a careful smile. She just lets me witness it. Ursa cups my face in her hands. “You’re a gift, Alaric. No matter what else you believe about yourself, believe that. You’re priceless to me.”

In that moment, I believe her.

Completely. Truly. Without reservation.Chapter 28ZurielleIt doesn’t take long to right myself and clean up in the bathroom. I linger a few extra minutes, trying to catch my breath. I can appreciate how even the bathrooms in the Underworld are all understated elegance and somehow sexy. I walk through the door and nearly run over Hercules. “Oh. I’m sorry. I didn’t see you.”

Hercules glances in the direction of the public playroom and then looks at me. “Come with me.” He takes my arm and turns me in the opposite direction, moving quickly enough that I have to skip every few steps to keep up.

“Hercules, what are you doing?” I try to get a good look at his face. He doesn’t seem angry or scary at all; just really intent. But that doesn’t change the fact that he’s practically dragging me in the opposite direction of where I want to go. “Let me go.”