Witchromance: Reverse Harem Urban Fantasy (Reluctant Necromancer Book 5) Read online

  I gripped her hips to keep my balance as she kissed me breathless. One of her hands slid down to cup my ass and press me closer, one of her legs sliding between my own, her soft thigh pressing against my core in a way that made me gasp.

  I pulled back, knowing I must be beet red from head to toe. "Uh…I've never…." Fuck, I didn't know what to do.

  Luna let out a throaty chuckle and brushed the long, damp honey-gold locks from her face. "It's okay, E. It's just me."

  Her hands smoothed over my low back, still holding me close. I felt my breathing steady as she did something with her aura, and my whole body relaxed. She was right. What was I so worried about? This was Luna. She wouldn't judge me or laugh if I did something wrong.

  She pressed her forehead to mine, and I let my own hands slip around her waist, right above the hourglass curve of her hips. "What are you doing to me right now?" I whispered.

  She smiled impishly. "Alpha thing," she said with a wink. "Just sending you good vibes so you'll chill out. I'm not going to attack you, Esper."

  I laughed. "I didn't think you would."

  She pulled back and took one of my hands, guiding it up across her smooth, supple skin, from her waist to one heavy breast. "Touch me. Please. I've wanted you for so long, Esper. Wanted your hands on me every time I watched you disappear with your pretty boys." She squeezed my hand, where it rested over her soft skin, guiding me to knead her breast. "Do whatever feels right to you, E. Just, please…don't stop now."

  I leaned down and kissed her again, running my thumb over her nipple in that way I knew felt so good for me. She moaned and arched her back, sliding that leg against me again, rubbing in the most delicious way. Trailing my lips to the corner of her mouth, her jaw, down along the soft skin of her throat, I scraped my teeth along her flesh, earning a rough growl. Then I bent and suckled at her massive breasts, pushing them up to spill over my hands. Everything about her was like nothing I'd ever experienced, so different from my guys, varied as they were. But it was perfect.

  She kissed me again, then gently steered me away. I watched her as she rearranged the shower curtain, sat on the edge of the tub, and tugged me closer, lifting one of my legs to plant my foot beside her. I gasped and clutched at the smooth wall with one hand, while the other gripped her smooth shoulder to keep from falling over when she darted in and flicked her tongue over my clit. She shot me a smug, proud look, then set to work taking me apart.

  When I could barely stand anymore, she relented, standing and helping me to actually wash off. Laughing and gasping, wrapped sloppily in my old bath towels, we stumbled from the steamy bathroom and into the bedroom, lips and fingers seeking skin wherever we could find it, exploring, learning new shapes. I tumbled into bed in her arms, taken by surprise yet again at the hidden strength that lurked in her. Luna could manhandle me just like Drake did, if she wanted.

  Stretched out on my old, faded duvet, she tangled her legs with mine, our damp skin pressed together as her clever fingers worked me into a frenzy. Haltingly, still embarrassed at my lack of experience, I returned the favor, Luna guiding me when I lost my nerve.

  Her hand covered mine, guiding it to the moist heat of her core. Her warm breath tickled my ear as she nipped at my earlobe. "Feel that?" she whispered. "That's all because of you, Esper."

  A fresh wave of burning blush washed over me, but I ignored it, capturing her wicked mouth and slipping a finger inside her, marveling at all the new sensations.

  I stared down in wonder a few minutes later, watching Luna's beautiful face, her cheeks flushed and eyes heavy-lidded as her orgasm washed over her and she clenched around my fingers, her hands clutching my hip and the tangled bedspread. I'd done that. Powers That Be, she was amazing.

  Green eyes stared up at me in languid contentment. "Just give me a second to catch my breath," she said, lifting a heavy hand to rake through my tangled curls.

  I chuckled and dropped a soft kiss on her lips. "No way," I muttered. "I'm done. You make me come again and my heart's gonna explode."

  She laughed and pulled me down to lie on top of her, not seeming to care that I weighed a ton and was all bony angles and awkward edges. We fit together, somehow, my hard awkwardness against her plush strength. I mustered enough energy to drag a blanket over us, then let my head rest on her shoulder. I was still stunned that this had just happened, but I was too tired and wrung out to get all worked up about it now. I'd just added another victim to my ever-growing harem. I snorted at the stupid thought.

  The bedroom door creaked open and I watched as a long, sinuous black cat slinked in through the crack. He hopped up on the bed and stretched out alongside us, then smoothly morphed into Jet in a pair of black silk pajama pants and a clingy tank top. His yellow eyes traveled over us from head to toe as we lay pressed together, his oblong pupils dilating, then contracting. The tip of one pointed tooth showed as he gave me a devilish look.

  "What are you doing?" I muttered. "I thought she paid you off."

  The cat reached out a hand to ruffle my tangled orange curls. "I'm out of brownies," he said, gravely serious.

  Luna turned her head and regarded him with narrowed green eyes. "Go away."

  His smile returned. "I'm hungry, stupid dog."

  She growled.

  Jet leaned in close, his lips almost touching hers, but not quite. "Bad dog."

  I huffed a laugh when Luna closed the distance between them and bit his bottom lip. His tail lashed in irritation and she released him. "Go bug someone else," the werewolf demanded.

  But the cat just laid back and put his folded arms under his head. "No. I think I like it just fine right here. The others will be home soon. Then we can all play. No hogging the idiot necromancer to yourself, greedy doggie."

  I snorted and a laugh burst out of me, all the stress from the past few weeks finally breaking. My damned life was so absurd. And I was so stupidly, ridiculously happy. I was still laughing, tears rolling down my cheeks, while Luna sat against the headboard wearing nothing but a sheet, when Drake walked in. The vampire stumbled to a halt and a grin spread across his handsome face.

  "Oh, I see how it is," he said, crossing his arms over his chest. Luna lifted her chin and looked down her nose at him. Jet just rolled onto his belly and swished his tail.

  "They won't let me play," the cat sighed mournfully. "And there are no more brownies."

  "Esper?" Toma's sweet voice called as the front door banged closed. "You'll never believe what I found at…." His words trailed off as he stopped beside Drake, one arm loaded up with shopping bags. "Oh, hello." His purple eyes narrowed, and his bowstring mouth curled up in absolute delight.

  I put my face in my hands and laughed harder while Luna patted me on the back. No way could things really stay this perfect.

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