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Chapter Seven

Charice was on her way to her second orgasm. Or was it the third? She had forgotten already, and it didn’t matter, as long as Kye and Warren kept doing what they were doing to her.

The idea of having sex with both of them at the same time both thrilled and scared her. She wasn’t sure which emotion was winning, but when her men touched her, she forgot everything but desire.

Kye’s fingers parted her wet slit until his fingers slid deeper into her. His hands were strong and certain. They knew how to work her body to another peak until she twisted between them.

Warren’s attention to her breasts was just as merciless.

“Come for us, Charice,” Kye said. “I want to feel you come for us.”

His voice did the trick. 

Charice felt her orgasm hit her like a truck. All of her nerves came alive with her as Kye played with her pussy, and Warren nipped at her breasts.

Her world exploded until she was ultra-sensitive. Her skin prickled with her magic and stretched out to the powerful men around her. They were strong in more ways than one, and every part of her yearned to merge with them. Her element craved it as much as she did.

She was perfectly shattered.

Kye withdrew his fingers, and she felt emptied. She needed to be filled by them. Fear left as if only a passing memory.

She watched as Kye lifted his fingers to his mouth and sucked them one by one without taking his eyes from her.

“You’re delicious,” he said. Kye leaned over and kissed her.

Charice could taste herself on his lips.

He teased her tongue with his, tempting her with a dance of it.

She gained courage and nipped at his lip with her teeth.

He chuckled. “It seems our little witch has bite.” Kye stretched out on his back. “Straddle me, Charice.”

She didn’t have to be asked twice. She put one leg over his hip until she sat on him. Waiting was not an option, so she grabbed his hardness and positioned it at her entrance.

Charice felt Kye jerk in her hand, and that pushed her on. She eased herself down his length, and her body opened to him. He was big, so deliciously big that it verged on the thin edge of pain. That didn’t keep her from moving down more.

Kye lifted up to complete the last few inches. “I want to watch you move,” he said. 

Following his command, she moved. Her head immediately fell back with ecstasy of Kye stretching her to her limits.

Hands pressed gently on her back and she leaned over Kye. She turned in time to see Warren squirt a thick liquid in the crease of her ass.

Kye turned her head around.

“Focus on me,” he said. He slipped his hand between them and fingered her clit just as Warren slid his fingers closer to her forbidden passage.

One of Warren’s fingers tested her tight opening and slipped through, bringing a gasp from her lips.

Feeling him there was amazing. Absolute bliss.

Immediately, Charice knew it wasn’t enough. “More,” she called back.

A devilish smirk filled Warren’s face, but he obliged her needs with another finger.

She leaned into his penetration. Fear was now completely gone as she rode both men with the rotation of her hips.

Then Warren removed his hand. She began complaining, but then she felt the head of his cock sliding against her tight entrance.

Charice wiggled her ass further into him as encouragement, and that was the only invitation Warren needed. 

Kye stayed motionless beneath her as Warren took his time easing into her. 

Warren’s soft hair glided over her back, adding gentleness to his invasion. 

The pain was only slight as Kye continued to rub her sensitive clit to make her lose focus.

When Warren was all the way in, they both remained motionless to allow her to adjust to their sweet intrusion. It was too much and not enough.

They moved, and a shudder consumed her. She could only stay there as they went in and out of her with obsession. When one pulled out, the other slid in. Out. In. In. Out. Glorious back and forth that had her body in limbo. She didn’t know which one she loved more, Kye filling her pussy or Warren doing the same to her ass.

Lost in a lustful haze, she was vaguely aware of magic filling her lungs and slithering through her body. All of their magic seeped into her until she was a powerful mass of mystic pleasure.

“Fly with us, sweet witch,” Warren said. His soft hair tingled against her neck and back as he whispered in her ear. 

There were so many clashing feelings of desire that she didn’t know which one set off her first orgasm with them inside her. One hit right after another until she was a puddle of nothing between her men. They kept up, working her body into another crashing high. She was blinded by colored lights that shielded her vision. 

Kye was the first to explode within her, sending her through another satisfied shudder. She was still soaring when Warren filled her ass.

She collapsed on Kye’s chest, utterly spent. She had no words for what they’d given her, but nothing needed to be said as she settled between them.

Charice was seconds away from falling into a blissful sleep when a tingling on her inner wrist stopped her. She watched in awe as a pattern began forming. 

“What’s happening?” She recognized the first completed image as her air element’s triangular symbol. 

“The bond,” Warren gasped.

Shortly, two other water triangles intertwined at the base of hers. Both water signs crossed over to create an intricate signature that interlinked all three.

Kye grinned. “I’ve seen something similar before, but not those exactly. This one’s unique. You carry the symbol of our completed triad.”

“I’m guessing it’s permanent?” Charice asked. She rotated her arm and noticed her new magical tattoo shimmered just below her skin.

“It’s to let other warlocks know you’re ours.” Kye’s voice couldn’t hide the brimming pride.

“How come you both don’t get one?” She tried to wiggle away, but both men remained inside her and neither budged from her struggle.

Anger teetered to the surface. “Let me up!” she demanded. “I get the creepy tattoo and you don’t? It’s not like I want other witches drooling over my warlocks.”

She’d spoken too soon. She watched as Kye’s shoulder glowed.

Warren made a gasp, and she looked up to see his skin doing the same on the opposite shoulder. 

Charice glanced between them as a matching symbol formed itself on her lovers’ skin.

Warren smiled down at her, his hair framing his face to make him even more irresistible than he already was. “You were saying?” he said.

Weird tattoos weren’t a part of their seductive blood or sex speech. They so needed to have a talk about this or something.

She wiggled again, frustrated, trying to move herself away from them. 

Both men hardened at her squirming.

“Try all you want, witch,” Warren said, “but we’re not going anywhere.”

“I think she just said something about us being her warlocks,” Kye teased.

“You heard that too?” Warren said.

Oh, hell no. She was not going to stay there while they made fun of her.

Kye stopped her with a kiss. His lips and tongue roamed her mouth with full possession. He pulled away, leaving her panting.

“Well, then,” Kye said. “Let’s remind her she’s ours as well.”

“I’m all for it,” Warren replied, nibbling at her shoulders.

Goddess have mercy
.

That was the last thought she had before they consumed her mind and body once more.

Chapter Eight

Charice woke up to banging. Loud banging followed by someone screaming her name. She made a short note that it was daylight, but she could still hear the waves crashing ashore before the banging resumed.
              “Charice! Charice Brixton, if you’re in there, you better open up right now or we’re coming in.”
              It wasn’t just any banging or any voice. It was Claire.

Charice shot up in bed. Her warlocks were on either side of her passed out like the dead. Her warlocks. She was getting use to saying that. It was as if they’d been lovers for years and not just one night.

She wiggled out from their possessive grip on her body until she hit the foot of the bed and fell on the floor with a thud. They so had to discuss sleeping arrangements. What if she had to pee? 

Unable to find her top, she put on Warren’s shirt, which dwarfed her to hang below her knees, and buttoned it up.

She raced to the door just as another round of bangs were about to persist. 

Charice opened it and whispered as loud as she could without waking her men. "Stop yelling, Claire,” she said. “I’m sure you woke up everyone from here to Mexico.”

“Oh, thank the goddess,” Claire said. She grabbed Charice into a big hug that cut off her airways.

“Can’t breathe, Claire,” Charice gasped out.

Carmen pulled their eager sister back. “I told her you were probably fine, but she wouldn’t listen. No one listens to me.”

“What are you both doing here?”

“When you disappeared, we thought the worse,” Claire.

“Um, I think you mean, you thought the worse,” Carmen said. “She imagined El-Board locking you up in a dungeon or something for trying to evade them.” She pushed passed her sisters and looked around. “This is certainly not a dungeon.” Carmen sounded in utter awe. “I can’t believe you’re in a penthouse.”

“Nope,” Charice said. “No medieval cages for me.” Charice took in the living room for the first time. Dark leather furniture filled the open space with tons of white room left over. A large television big enough to swallow all of them hung from an opposite wall, facing the sofas and chairs. Large sliding glass windows gave a perfect view of the Gulf. Her men certainly weren’t starving for funds. 

She smiled at how easy the ownership of them was coming to her. Kye and Warren. Her men. Her Warlocks.

“Um, what are you wearing?” Claire asked.

Carmen noticed too and got on board with analyzing Charice’s barely-there attire. “Is that a man’s shirt?”

“Look, I’m safe and fine, but you both need to go before—”

“Charice?” A sleepy male voice said behind her. “Everything all right?”

Oh, hell
, Charice thought. Her warlocks were awake. And from the open-mouthed looks on her sisters’ faces, they were probably half naked. She turned around. Nope. They were completely naked. Both of them. They certainly weren’t shy at all, were they?

Claire had the decency to hide her face from the sight.  

Carmen was another matter. She stared wide-eyed and smiled. “Go, sis,” she said. 

“Close your eyes,” Charice chided.

“But—”

“Now, Car!” She loved her sisters, but they so were not going to get an eyeful of her warlocks. At least, not any more than they already had.

“You’re no fun,” Carmen said, folding her arms, but she turned around.

“My sisters were worried about me,” Charice said, “but they’re leaving.”

“It’s okay,” Warren said. “Spend some time with them. I’m sure they’re just worried. We’ll be in here. Sleeping.”

Kye smiled at her. “Order anything you ladies want from the kitchen downstairs. I’m sure you’re all hungry.” Both turned to go back into the room, but Kye paused.

“Don’t take too long to come back to bed, Charice,” he said. A grin filled Kye’s lips. “We’re a little hungry too.”

Charice started to complain about him saying such things in front of her sisters, but he closed the door before she could argue.

Oh, he was so going to get it. But damn, were they sexy in the morning.

She’d had plenty of time with them all night, but she already wanted more.

What was happening to her? It was too early to be in love with them, wasn’t it? Her mind said absolutely, but every other part of her screamed two words: 
Love struck
.

“Can I open my eyes?” Claire asked.

“Yep,” Carmen said, making herself at home and plopping on the couch. “Don’t be such a prude, Claire. Charice’s man candy has left the room. You so have some explaining to do, sis. Big time.”

“Food first,” Charice said, falling down on the couch next to Carmen. “I’m starving.”

“Bet you are after the workout you had,” Carmen said.

Charice hit Carmen with a sofa pillow. “Thanks, Car.”

“Ow. Just stating the obvious.” Carmen grabbed her sister’s wrist. “When did you get a tattoo? And why is it sparkling?”

Charice pulled her arm back and massaged her temples. “One question at a time, Car.”

How was she going to explain this one?

A beeping noise went off.

“Sorry. That’s me,” Claire said, taking out her phone. “It’s just an email alert.” Claire pressed a button on her cell. Her face went rigid as she looked up at her sisters.

“What’s wrong?” Charice asked.

“It’s an email,” Claire said. 

“You said that already,” Carmen said. “From who?”

“It’s from the Elemental Board.” Claire sat down slowly in a seat next to her sisters. “I’ve been summoned to Firewick.”

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