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“Do it again,” he choked out.

He buried his face in my neck as I clenched my pussy around him over and over again. He slowed his hips down to get a better feel of the way my walls gripped his cock.

“God, that's fucking amazing,” he breathed, his eyes closed and jaw partially opened. “If you keep doing that I'm going to blow.”

“Yes,” I whispered, “Do it. Come in me.”

Sebastian rested his forehead against mine, staring into my eyes as he groaned out, “Say it again.”

I moaned as he picked up the pace of his hips, fucking me with shallow but quick thrusts that kept the head of his cock continuously nailing into my g-spot. “Oh god
yes
... Come in me, Sebastian.”

He let out a desperate growl and drove into me faster, my entire body quaking when he leaned against me at just the right angle to put friction on my clit. I came for the third time, crying out his name in ecstasy as I flooded him with wetness.

“Ohh…
FUCK
!” he called out as he stilled, his cum shooting out in hot waves and filling me up for the second time that night. I moaned at the feeling of his enormous cock twitching and pulsing deep inside me and couldn't help but to think that agreeing to this might have been the best decision I ever made in my life.

Getting filled up by these two beautiful men on a nightly basis? Yes please. Sign me up for the extended stay.

Sebastian slipped out of me and flopped down on the bed beside me, obviously not caring that he was getting cum all over the bedspread. I could feel their combined juices flowing out of me and sliding down my ass but I decided if Sebastian didn't care, I probably didn't need to either.

“Come here, baby,” Sebastian whispered, tugging me by the hip and turning me on my side to face him. “How are you feeling?”

“
Amazing,
” I said with a sigh. “A little sore, but I'll be fine.”

“Sore already?” Erik questioned with a chuckle as he curled up behind me, pressing his warm body flush against my back. “We're barely getting started.”

“What do you- OH
god
!”

Erik lifted my leg and pulled it back, hitching it over his hip before he shoved his hard cock back into my body.

“I've got at least another two rounds in me, baby,” he whispered into my ear as he started to rut into me.

“Same here. Just need a breather first,” Sebastian agreed with a grin.

My eyes slammed shut when Erik's hand came around my front and slithered down to play with my clitoris, making me convulse around him with yet another earth-shattering orgasm in record time.

As I expected, it was a
long
night.

But it was also the greatest night of my life. No fucking contest.

~*~*~

Epilogue

Six months later...

“Honey, I'm home!”

I felt my eyes widen in surprise as the words echoed through the apartment, but I couldn't respond. The sound of Sebastian's footsteps drawing closer hit my ears but the hand on the back of my head held me firmly in place.

“What the hell is this?!”

“Hey, man,” Erik panted out as he tugged at my hair, trying to get me to continue the movement of my mouth over his stiff cock. “Why aren't you at work?”

“I came home early to see how Christina was feeling,” he said slowly as his eyes took in the entire scene before him. “Why aren't
you
with the buyer?”

I had been searching through the kitchen for something to satisfy my random food cravings when Erik came home early from a meeting with a buyer that hadn't gone so well. He was frustrated as hell and watching him yank at his tie as his jaw clenched with anger had aroused another craving in me.

So I decided to fulfill both my cravings at once while also trying to make him feel a little better. I had walked, or waddled would be a more fitting term, over to him and yanked his shirt out of his slacks before carefully dropping to my knees and taking his perfect cock into my mouth.

His mood had instantly brightened.

“Meeting went south,” Erik choked out as I went back to work, bobbing my head on his cock quickly and caressing the underside with my tongue. “Just-
oh fuck
. Just wanted to come home and shower.”

From the corner of my eye I could see Sebastian cross his arms over his chest and cock an eyebrow. “Looks like one hell of a shower.”

“It's a-
oh,
just like that- It's really more of a tongue bath.”

I nearly choked around his cock as I tried to stifle my laughter. He chuckled breathlessly and I felt the burning desire to wipe the smirk right off his face. I relaxed my throat muscles and sunk father down, taking his cock all the way in and swallowing around him.

“Oh Christ! I'm gonna-
fuckkkkk
,” he groaned as he spilled his cum down my willing throat.

After I swallowed every last drop of his load, I slid my mouth off of Erik’s cock with an obscene '
pop
' and turned to Sebastian with a grin. “I was satisfying my cravings and trying to cheer Erik up. You want a turn?”

He hesitated for a second and I could see his slacks starting to tent at the idea of his pregnant girlfriend sucking his cock. But he shook his head and stalked over to me, bending down and offering me his hands as he helped me up from the floor.

It was a much harder thing to do now that I was almost six months pregnant.

There was no way of knowing for sure, but I felt pretty damn positive that one of the men got me pregnant on our first night together. They hadn't been exaggerating when they said they had at least two rounds left in them. Both men filled me with their seed three times that night before we all passed out in a mess of tangled, sweaty limbs.

“I don't want the mother of my future child on the damn floor,” Sebastian said pointedly in Erik's direction, narrowing his eyes when Erik just chuckled. “Want me to draw you a bath, angel?”

“That sounds nice.”

Sebastian placed his hands on my stomach and leaned down to kiss my lips softly before whispering, “Can I join you?”

“Of course.”

Erik was leaning on the kitchen counter as Sebastian led me out of the room. I heard him dejectedly call out, “Hey!” as the two of us walked away and left him in the kitchen by himself.

For all intents and purposes, I had been more than right on the first night of this experience. It
had
turned out to be the greatest decision of my life and now I was three months away from being a mother for the first time.

The mother of a child born to one of two men who I loved incredibly deeply.

It wasn't easy. Not by a long shot. Even though the guys had shared women before, they were telling the truth when they said they had never dated a woman together. As time started going by, our individual bonds started to grow and it had led to anger and jealousy from both men on more than one occasion.

The worst of them all was the time Erik had walked in on Sebastian and I passionately lovemaking and while I was overcome with emotion, he overheard me say 'I love you' for the first time to Sebastian.

Erik left for a week. He didn't call, didn't show up for work, nothing. I felt deader inside with each day that passed without him. Sebastian would hold me at nights when I cried but was unable to really console me.

The truth was I loved them both equally. I just hadn’t had a chance to tell that to Erik and he wouldn’t take my calls.

After a week of misery, Sebastian took off one morning while I was still sleeping and tracked Erik down. I woke up alone and panicked, calling Sebastian's phone which he had turned off. After a terrifying hour of heart-wrenching agony of thinking that he had also left me, both men showed up together.

A little bruised and bloody, but together. Apparently they had tried to talk through their issues and wound up fighting through them, but afterwards, everything was right as rain.

Three days later, I had confirmed what I had already suspected. I was pregnant. Six weeks after our first night together. The boys moved me into their home immediately, even though I practically lived there already.

“Erik?” I called down the hallway before stepping into the master bedroom. He appeared a second later, an adorable pout on his lips. “Come on,” I beckoned, reaching my hand out for him.

He hustled to me and kissed my lips, running his hands over my stomach possessively. I moaned when he deepened the kiss by sliding his tongue into my mouth, my arousal rising as my body heated up in response.

“I love you, baby,” he whispered after we broke apart, leaning his forehead against mine.

“I love you too, Erik.”

The sound of the water running in the bathroom pulled me back to the moment and I tugged at his wrist. “Come on, let's get all wet,” I said saucily.

Sebastian was already getting into the tub when the two of us walked into the bathroom.

“Want to sit on my lap, angel?” he asked with a waggle of his eyebrows.

I pulled my sundress over my head, revealing my lack of underwear to my boyfriends and grinning when both of their jaws went slack. “I’d rather sit on your cock.”

“Get the fuck over here.”

I giggled when Erik slapped my ass before I went over and gingerly stepped into the tub, careful not to slip. Even though I knew that Sebastian would never let me fall. I got into his lap and sunk down onto his hard shaft, easily taking him inside of me.

“God, I fucking love you,” he breathed out.

“Sebastian,” I moaned, head tipping back at the feeling of having him so deep in me. “I love you too.”

Erik got in the tub behind me, his arms wrapping around my stomach protectively as he helped me slowly rock back and forth, building a fluid rhythm as I brought Sebastian and myself closer to orgasm. As my body clenched and shuddered I felt Sebastian come with me, a broken moan tearing out of his throat as the bathwater filled the tub around us.

We stayed like that for a long moment, just basking in the afterglow.

The moment was broken when Erik suddenly said, “Your jizz is floating in the tub. I’m out.”

Sebastian and I roared with laughter as Erik fled the scene. I reached up and turned off the water and Sebastian pulled the plug out to drain the tub. By the time it was fully empty, we were still laughing and I couldn’t recall a time in my life when I had ever been so happy.

I placed my hands on my swollen stomach and smiled, knowing that as long as I had these two with me, I would always be happy.

~*~*~

THE END

Lana Walch

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THE ALPHA WARLOCKS' CLAIM

Auriella Skye

Cancel your plans, witches and warlocks! You're invited to tonight's Firewick Festival.

Taking multiple lovers is a family tradition. Hell, it's a witch tradition, but Charice Brixton isn't having it. She doesn't have time for a man, let alone two powerful warlocks. She's perfectly fine running her magic shop in Kala West, Florida with her sisters. 

Until she's forced to attend the Firewick Festival, a biannual gathering with stuffy board members overseeing the match of witches and warlocks in hopes of creating the perfect triad. Magical speed dating at its finest. Charice would rather have a root canal. She's willing to use her powers to keep from going, even if it means the wrath of those in charge. That is until two hotter-than-hell men walk into her shop and alter her plans.

As powerful warlock enforcers, Kye and Warren carry out the laws within the magical community. It only makes sense for them to find a mate equally as strong. When they meet Charice, her magic calls to them. Only she can help complete their Mystical Triad, the binding ritual that increases all of their magic abilities. One that involves a lot of power and a lot of sex. Can the Alpha Warlocks convince her they're better as a threesome in both power and love?

This 13,000+ word story is the first of the Alpha Warlocks of Kala West interlinked series but can be read as standalone. It has strong sexual situations and explicit content. Mature and brave readers only.

Chapter One

The black soot wouldn’t come off. Charice Brixton knew for a fact she did the spell right. She always did her spells right, but this one blew up in her face. Literally.

“Come on,” she muttered under her breath. She was washing her hands for the fifth time. Or was it the sixth? Hell, it was like trying to get a wine stain out of carpet. Stupid spots wouldn’t budge. She’d even tried magic to get the stuff off, but nothing helped.

This is what she got when she tried to use magic to shield herself from the local Elemental Board, known as El-Board in the community. She’d been summoned by them, in an email, no less. Whatever happened to announcements by mail, anyway? It was more magical that way, but no. They had to be current and efficient. Bastards.

Her day had started out like any other, opening the shop she ran with her sisters. Ethereal Delusions was the only magical shop of its kind in the small town of Kala West, Florida that catered to the supernatural community and assisted to more than just tourists looking for juvenile love potions and hexes for enemies. As the owner, it was only natural for Charice to check the shop’s email, which she now dreaded doing. 

She had been summoned by El-Board members to attend the local Firewick Festival that night. No advanced notice. That was just like the demanding rulers with god complexes. They only summoned witches and warlocks when they were reprimanded or thought their powers were strong enough to be combined with others during Firewick. She should have been flattered they thought she was at such a high level of magical ability. Instead, she was trying to use spellcasting to get out of it.

The whole purpose of the Firewick was to match one witch with two equally strong warlocks to form the perfect triad. It was the magical community’s way of keeping their power balanced in a world that was steadily increasing with new supernatural beings that threatened their everyday lives. Or so El-Board said.

The joining also helped stabilize a town that contained a higher than average male population, which her younger sisters Claire and Carmen frequently enjoyed, Carmen more than anyone. It probably explained why they were late, yet again, for their evening shift takeover.

Charice poured another round of soap on her hands and scrubbed as she thought about the ceremony their mother use to tell Charice and her sisters about when they were kids.

The matching ceremony had been as old as witches themselves. Her mother had even gone through it, like every woman in their family before her. It’s how she was matched to her husbands. Charice and her sisters had two fathers and their mother raising them. She remembered seeing how happy her mom and dads were when they thought she wasn’t looking. A caress here. A giggle there. Even more than that, it was the silence that passed between them in the subtle glances that made her crave what they had. They were in love. Still were after thirty years together.

Charice wanted a love like that. Just not now when the shop was finally doing well. She loved owning her business and not answering to anyone but herself, and she wasn’t going to give all that up just because a group of old magical men and women beckoned her. She may have been twenty-nine and single, but she wasn’t lonely. Her sisters made sure of that.

The bell that signaled a customer had entered the shop jingled and rang through the building.

Charice stilled. Hadn’t she put the
Be Back in 30
sign out? She’d sworn she did.

“Hello?” a man’s voice called out. “Your door was unlocked. Are you open?”

“Oh, hell!” she chided herself. She must have been in such a hurry that she forgot to lock the door after flipping the break sign. “Just a minute!” she called out to them. She grabbed a hand towel and headed to the front of the store.

A man was leaning over her display case of natural stones and gemstones. Charice couldn’t see his face, but he dressed well and had a strong build hidden underneath the green dress shirt and khaki slacks. He was muscular for sure, and he definitely had a nice ass to go with it. Round and grab-worthy. She could stare at this stranger’s sexy backside for a good while, but she figured that wouldn’t be good for business.

“May I help you?” she asked.

“Yes, you can.” A second man she hadn’t seen spoke and was next to her.

His voice was laced with pure lust, and the sound made Charice want to melt into him. He towered over her and dwarfed her size, and she wasn’t short or small. He wore a black leather jacket that matched his black t-shirt and jeans. His long midnight-colored hair was clasped back, making the sharp features of his face stand out. What had Charice’s attention though were his full lips and hazel eyes. She wanted to taste those lips and could stare in those eyes until they consumed her whole.

Staring. She was staring, and from the way his eyes roamed over her body, he was appreciating his view too.

“What can I get you?” she asked, unable to pull away from those eyes. The more she looked into them, the more she thought she saw them shift, like something was rolling underneath and begging to be let out.

“That depends on what you’re offering,” the man with hazel eyes said.

Oh, this one was bad news. She just couldn’t figure out if she liked it or not, but her body’s reaction was saying she like him very much. He made the most inner parts of her tighten and beg for attention.

“Down, Warren,” the well-dressed man said to the taller one. A grin danced on his lips as he talked. “Excuse my friend here. I’m Kye.” He was only slightly shorter than the other man and leaner too, but he also made Charice feel small by overshadowing her. 

The warm lighting of the shop made his chestnut hair shine with soft streaks of blond. Kye’s green eyes reminded Charice of the brightest gemstones she’d ever seen. Emeralds with a hint of darkness. Nothing she sold could match that entrancing color. He lifted his hand in greeting.

She raised her hand to meet his, but instead of shaking it, he brought it to his lips.

Her body responded to his soft caress and firm kiss, but it went deeper than that. It was her power that answered him as well. She could feel it rumble beneath her skin, eager to meet this person that made it stir. It wanted to play with him in more ways than one. These men were definitely filled with magic and a strong level of it too.

She hated letting his hand go, but holding on while she helped them was not a sane option. “It’s nice to meet you,” she said, easing away. “I’m Charice, the owner. What exactly are you looking for?”

“We may have found it already,” Warren said.

Charice saw a wicked smile curve up his mouth. She felt like a deer being eyed by a starving wolf. Fear should have filled her by the way he watched her. Instead, her pussy clenched and made her bite her lower lip to stifle a moan.

From his widening smile, he knew what he was doing to her.

She walked behind the counter to put some distance between her and these men, who were reminders that it had been a long time since she had sex. Too long.

Kye said, “We were told that you have the best charms and ingredients for spells in Kala West.”

“Our loyal customers are to thank for that. Who recommended you?”

“Old friends.” Kye smiled so it reached the corners of his eyes. “We never see a modest witch these days. You’re a refreshing sight.”

“Thank you. I think.”

“It was definitely a compliment.” He leaned over the counter making it hard to put any more space between them since the floor-to-ceiling bookshelf was at her back.

She stood her ground. “You still haven’t told me what you’re here for.”

Warren started to speak, but Kye silenced him with his hand.

“We desire the missing part of a cloaking spell.”

Charice stared at him. “Cloaking spell?”

“Yes. A powerful one. One that can hide the most powerful magical being.”

He placed an intricate, dark blue cloth down in front of her. White cursive writing wove into it, and the words looked like a magic spell.

She eased a little closer to read it, which meant getting closer to Kye. He smelled so good, like seawater and sunlight, if you could bottle up such a scent.

She had to focus on what to say to him. “What part do you need?”

“The powder of a stone I’m sure only you can procure. Grounded passion stone.”

Charice leaned over more, remembering the blood-red stone she had bought weeks before to sell. “And how is the powder used?”

“A pinch of it rubbed into the skin along with the incantation.” He showed perfect teeth as he kept eye contact with her. “Do you have such a stone?”

“I’m not sure. I’ll have to check my stock.”

“That would be greatly appreciated.”

Charice started to move to the gemstone area, not sure how she could go through it without them seeing the actual stone.

Their coming in right when she needed it had to be the Fates. Maybe their spell would do the trick.

She needed that stone if she was going to hide from El-Board until the Firewick Festival was over. It was just three days. Then she would face the consequences afterward. Better to ask for forgiveness than ask for permission.

Before she could move away, a hand covered hers. Warmth flooded her, but under it was a source of magic that had the power to do anything it wanted.

She looked up at Warren staring intently at her.

“You have something,” Warren said. “A dark smudge. Right there.” 

His hand reached up to her face before she could think of what he was doing.

She allowed him to roll his thumb over her cheek. It was so innocent, but deep down, it was the most intimate touch she ever experienced. He wasn’t just grazing her cheek. He was touching every intimate part of her. She closed her eyes and fell into his touch, and the power intensified. 

The air around her came alive. Charice could feel her air element rise to the surface to stretch its reach. Her power had to meet this man that stroked it awake. She felt a draft in the shop, but no window or door was open. Her element wasn’t just waking up. It was ready to dance.

Her power never reacted like this when she used it on her own by doing spells. These men were more than ordinary men. They had to be warlocks.

She had to pull it back into herself, or she would lose control of it.

Was this man touching her responsible? Did he stir her magic with a simple caress?

Charice imagined him using those strong hands to roam her body, thumbs grazing her nipples and palms cupping her breasts.

The front door bell went off again, or she thought it did. She was too far gone to check or even care. All that mattered was this man’s touch. This stranger who reached a part of her that no other lover had just by rubbing her face.

“Charice?” a voice called.

She knew that voice. Her eyes opened wide to see her sisters standing in the doorway, staring at this strange man touching her face.

Charice pulled back fast, and immediately felt the disconnection. She fell back into the bookcase and books scattered onto the floor. Thankfully, none hit her in the head. Although, that seemed like a good way to avoid the awkward situation she was currently in.

Everyone was staring at her. Her cheeks heated up. 

The two guys probably thought she was a loon, and her sisters already placed her in crazy town because she spent all her hours in the shop or buying things for it. No social life whatsoever.

“Are we interrupting?” Claire asked. As the middle sister, Claire was the real balance to the three of them. While Charice was the calm one, usually, and Carmen was the emotional one, Claire embodied both of their personalities.