Page 133 of Liar Witch

Cas slings an arm around my shoulders. “Because you’re meant to be a shifter first, Seer second. Not the other way around.”

Growling because I know he’s right, I shrug his arm off, push to my feet, and head for the door.

“Maybe the sea air will clear my head,” I grumble.

The door swings open before I can reach it, the hinges creaking slightly as her scent fills the room again. Berries, herbs and sweetness. Too much temptation for man and beast who are both on edge already.

Goddess, how does Cas live like this? Tempering the desires of not just one soul, but two?

It takes all my willpower to slip past her, heading down the corridor for the hatch.

“Nos, wait.”

She’s following, and if the heavier footsteps behind her are anything to go by, so is Cas.

I can’t deny her anything, so I freeze in place, then groan and fall back against the wall. Holding myself still has become a herculean task. I feel like a mass of pent up energy as my beast writhes against my insides. Nilsa must be able to tell because she places a comforting hand on my chest.

“What’s going on?” she asks. “Can I—can I help?”

“I can think of something that might calm down his beast,” Cas murmurs.

The sound of his voice gives me the last clue I need to locate him, standing just behind her. I hear the slightest hitch in Nilsa’s breathing, followed by the most tantalising scent.

My beast stills, fascinated, as he takes in her arousal as it colours the air.

Another gasp, and suddenly Nilsa’s pressed into me, keeping me pinned against the wall as every luscious inch of her body conforms to mine. My cock, already half erect just from her scent, hardens fully between us. The sensation completely overrides everything else in my mind. My beast falls silent, content to be just a passenger if it means we have a chance to get inside our mate.

“This is a bad idea,” I whisper, even as I feel Cas’s arm land beside my head as he presses the three of us even closer.

“No, it’s a very good one,” he murmurs. Nilsa’s whole body trembles from whatever he’s doing. “You’ll help Noster, won’t you, princess?”

“Help him how?” She gasps, her breath washing over me with another wave of her desire. I’m painfully hard now, and the small shifts she makes aren’t making the situation better.

My head bends down without my conscious permission. Her lips are as soft as clouds, and her taste is even better than I remember. My arms lift her, cradling her close as she tilts her head back to grant me a deeper kiss. She grinds against me, and I bite her lower lip to punish her for what she’s doing to me.

Her moan echoes down the hall, reminding us all of exactly where we are.

“Her room,” Cas mutters when I draw back.

“Too far,” I groan, dropping my head again.

I swallow her next moan, drinking her in like wine as I thrust myself against her. This time, we both hiss as her new height puts me in just the right place to rock against her clit.

I’m being reckless—too reckless—not tamping down my shifter strength at all; but Nilsa’s immortal. She can take it. As if in answer to my thoughts, her hands weave into my hair and tug. I let her direct my head down to the column of her throat and nuzzle her there, bathing in her scent before I draw back to press a line of bruising kisses to that sensitive skin.

I want to mark her here. Show the world that she belongs to me. My beast approves of the idea, and I let out a low growl as I force my lips down from that perfect, taunting spot.

Cas’s hands come between us, petting her breasts in a way that makes her thrust her chest out for more. He curses, pushing back so our lower halves rub again and I hiss out a breath.

If I don’t get inside her soon, I’m going to explode.

My hands fumble with her short skirt, pushing it up. Cas helps, taking her weight while my hands search for the panties covering her ass and tear them off.

I push her away, ignoring her disappointed sigh as I drop to my knees and drag her leg over my shoulder, spreading her. The taste of her that I got before wasn’t anywhere near enough, and I groan as my fingers trace the seam of her pussy, feeling how wet she is.

“You’re dripping,” I whisper, in complete awe.

Nilsa’s trapped between two shifters and she loves every second of what we’re doing to her.