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Wylder offers me my pouch of sand, raising an eyebrow, and I gulp. Nervously, I reach for a pinch and whisper under my breath. My heart beats once. That’s how long it takes for my magic to strip me bare before them. But the added luxury of magic allows me to strip them bare before me too.

My gaze dips down to the apex of Wylder’s thighs, his cock jutting in my direction, and I rake my teeth over my bottom lip, failing to suppress a groan. A snicker comes from his lips and I glance up at him to find a wicked grin on his face.

“Nicely done, Little Witch.”

My cheeks heat under his intense gaze, but I revel in it.

Naked, with my knees pressed against the symbol beneath me, my body feels fully attuned to the sand and the presence of the people here with me.

Tatum climbs onto the bed in front of me, shuffling on his knees with his dick in his hand. I look up through my lashes, watching as his gaze darkens, when the body behind me nestles their cock between the globes of my ass.

Blaze.

“Take him in your mouth, Little Witch,” Wylder commands as Tatum presses the head of his cock against my lips.

I’m desperate for the weight of him on my tongue, so much it’s overwhelming, especially when I’m distracted by Blaze teasing the entrance of my pussy with his length. An instant reminder of fight night, being wedged between Wylder and Blaze, comes to mind.

But what we have between us is no longer a secret, hidden away in a gym; it’s a literal freaking ritual taking place in the middle of my bed.

Everyone is here for me.

As if sensing the excitement building in my bones, they both move in tandem, snapping me from my thoughts.

Tatum slips just past my lips, and as he retracts, pleasure fills my core. They both take their time working their way inside of me, no rush or urgency, as they claim what belongs to them.

Me .

When Tatum edges all the way in, the length of his cock hitting the back of my throat, I hollow out my cheeks, swallowing him down, and he groans. Despite the unshed tears already beading along my lash line, I look up to see his head fall back as a groan ripples from his lips.

Every nerve ending is alive, but I want to feel all of them.

Desperate for more, I thrust my hips back to meet Blaze’s, relishing in the feel of his thighs slapping against mine.

My body is on fire already, and adding the spectators to the mix only serves to send goosebumps along every inch of my flesh.

Blaze’s hands tighten at my waist, a snarl vibrating from behind me, and he runs a hand down my spine as he fucks me perfectly, encouraging me farther onto Tatum's cock at the same time.

“Vi. Fortis. Ad infinitum,” Blaze and Tatum sing in harmony with each other.

All too quickly, I feel the impending rise of an orgasm.

It's too soon.

I don't want to come yet.

As I tear my mouth from Tatum's length to say just that, I'm halted when he grabs his cock, fucking his hand as fast as he can before painting my face with his release. The first pulse drips down my throat, the heat warming my skin even further, and it’s enough to make me cry out with ecstasy as my release claims me.

I drench Blaze, my body falling limp between them, but the second I fall lax, Blaze’s pace picks up as he fucks me relentlessly. “Amica Mea,” he rasps, his hold on my hips on the brink of pain as I feel the first pulse of his release inside of me.

Thank goodness I wasn't the only one chasing bliss without care.

I whimper as he slips from my pussy and my knees give out. Contentment washes over me, and the desire to fall asleep weighs heavy on my eyelids, but I fight against it to peek through my lashes.

Wylder fills my vision, grinning at me as he climbs onto the bed with his cock in his hand aimed in my direction. Before I realize what's happening, he grabs my waist, pulls me into his lap, and sinks me onto his length before he’s even got himself comfortable against the headboard.

My arms wrap around his neck, a grin spreading across my face as he groans. “My turn,” he breathes against the shell of my ear before rolling us over so I’m pinned beneath him on the bed.

Tatum’s cum still clings to my neck as I wrap my legs around Wylder’s middle and hold on for dear life. “Vi. Fortis. Ad infinitum,” he mutters, the words parting his lips much earlier than the other two.

I groan, feeling a tingle down my spine as his hand comes up to wrap around my throat, clenching tighter as another climax threatens to claim me.

It's only when he leans back, forcing my legs to relax around his middle, that I manage to gulp a single breath, but it’s short-lived as he brings my ankle to his shoulder.

There's no warning, not even when I look deep into his eyes, before his teeth sink into my flesh, an inch up from my foot. He groans and I explode, a scream burning from my throat as I ride the climax assaulting me in the sweetest way possible.

I won’t need to look at his ankle to see that there’s a mark there, too. I feel it in my bones.

Fated together, mated forever.

His thrusts become jagged as he tumbles over the edge with me, whispering my name into my ear as he finally relaxes his grip on my throat.

I instantly miss his warmth above me, his weight no longer pinning me to the mattress as he leans back, creating space for Asher.

The quiet yet dominant wolf looms over me with a dark gaze.

He grabs my waist and flips me back onto my hands and knees.

I go willingly, loving the feel of being a rag doll in safe hands.

With my ass arched up in the air, he teases the tip of his cock through my folds before slamming home in one swift move.

I lurch forward on the bed, but before I can face-plant the mattress, Lincoln catches me, grabbing my chin and holding me in place as he nestles himself onto the pillows, cock aimed in my direction, just like Tatum.

I’m completely spent, but desperate for more.

Attempting the best deep breath that I can, I lean forward, mouth wide, and swallow him to the back of my throat, already eager to taste this release. Filled again, it feels like electricity zaps through my veins as they both repeat the same words as the others.

“Vi. Fortis. Ad infinitum.”

My whole body feels like it's glowing, a serene calmness I've never felt before washing over me as Asher fucks me relentlessly. His fingers claw at my sides while Lincoln takes control, obliterating the back of my throat in the most delicious way possible.

A third orgasm races up my spine, claiming me before I can even comprehend what's happening, and I cry out, weightless between them.

It’s impossible to keep my eyes open, lost to the connection of my coven as well as the euphoria that weighs heavily in my chest. I can't hear anything above the pulsing of my heartbeat, but a sharp pinch on my ass cheek from Asher makes me growl before I feel the ropes of cum paint my back.

“Take me, Midnight. Show me home,” Lincoln orders, and I pry my eyes open, peering up at him for a moment before he releases down my throat, and I drink him in.

Every. Last. Drop.

When he's satisfied, he pulls my jaw from his length, forcing me upright on my knees. He leans closer so we’re nose to nose. A dark smile spreads across his lips before he sinks his teeth into my throat, and I hiss at the sharp contact.

My eyes are heavy as he retracts his teeth, releasing his bite on me and allowing me to fall softly onto the pillows. I lie in a daze, staring up at five sets of eyes looking down on me.

The bite on my chest is now accompanied by another at my ankle, a third on my butt cheek, and a fourth at my throat.

I'm sure there will be something resembling Blaze mixed in somewhere too, but looking right now would require more energy than I have.

Blaze leans down, stroking his thumb over my cheek, a satisfied grin on his face. “We’re your coven now, Amica Mea,” he says, and I gaze up at him in wonder.

Wylder slaps him on the back and the widest smile I’ve ever seen spreads across his lips. “What’s our name?”

I frown, lost to the orgasmic afterglow I’m currently floating in as Lincoln scoffs.

“We’re too savage for a coven name,” he grunts, and Tatum hums, a gentle smile curving his lips as he brushes a loose tendril of hair back from my face.

“I think that makes us The Savage Six.”