Trevor lightly dragged his nails down her back, eliciting a sharp hiss from Holly.
“Too much?” he asked.
“There’s no such thing as too much right now.”
She kissed him again, hard and hungry. Her hand wandered down the muscular planes of his chest to the top of his jeans.
Wanting him as badly as she did felt selfish and wrong. Her first instinct was to stop, but that quickly faded. Hadn’t she earned the right to be selfish? Wasn’t she allowed to be wrong, just a tiny bit wrong?
With a deft flick of her fingers, his jeans were undone. As she tugged his jeans down, he undid the button of her jeans and followed suit.
Holly thought that when they moved forward, her hunger would ebb. She thought every kiss, every touch, would satisfy just a little bit more of that hunger, but it didn’t. Every little thing just fed her hunger.
By the time she felt the head of his cock brush up against her slit, she was ravenous.
When he entered her, it felt like he was splitting her apart and pulling her together all at the same time. Her head spun as if the drinks she’d had at Beryl’s were pure alcohol. Her limbs felt loose and floaty like her blood had been replaced with fairy dust.
She couldn’t make herself sit up, but that was okay. Feeling his chest against hers, the way his muscles pulled and pushed as he slid in and out of her was the best thing she could’ve imagined.
She pressed her lips against his neck, gently biting whenever she felt the urge. To her delight, he bit back. This was what she needed. This was what she craved.
He filled her up to the point where there wasn’t room for her to feel anything else but the sensation of his cock sliding in and out of her. Her whole body narrowed in on the tiny bundle of nerves between her legs. Her very existence boiled down to nothing more than the pleasure she felt.
Never had she felt so liberated.
“Let me try something,” Trevor murmured.
All she could do was nod. She couldn’t even force herself to speak. She didn’t have enough brainpower to make it happen.
Trevor slid out of her. She whined in protest, still unable to make her tongue do the thing where it makes coherent sounds.
He sat on the edge of the bed as if he were sitting in a chair. “Come here.” He took her by the hips and pulled her into his lap, facing away from him.
She took his queues and settled herself back down onto his cock. Sweet relief flooded her as he filled her once more. She’d gotten dangerously close to forming a thought. She couldn’t have that.
Trevor wrapped one arm around her, holding her against him. The other dipped between her thighs and stroked her gently in time with his powerful thrusts. It didn’t take long for Holly to feel that unmistakable tidal wave building within her. Trevor sank his teeth into her shoulder. He groaned against her skin as every muscle in his body tightened.
Holly clenched around him as the room pitched. If Trevor weren’t holding her, she would’ve fallen right onto the floor.
She rose to her peak just as Trevor did. Then…her mind went blank. So perfectly blank. She didn’t remember Trevor moving her onto the bed, nor did she remember him pulling her to his chest when he laid down beside her.
Only when he spoke did her brain fire up again. “I knew that would quiet your brain down.” He chuckled.
“How did you know that’s what I wanted?” Holly replied, still out of breath.
“After everything you told me, it was obvious. Your mind doesn’t calm down, not even when you sleep. That’s not good. So, I hit your reset button.”
“I’m sorry,” Holly whispered. “I shouldn’t have said all that. I shouldn’t have unloaded on you. You’re going through just as much as I am.”
“That’s why you should unload on me,” he said. “We’re the same, don’t you see?”
“The same?” Holly blinked the tears from her eyes.
“We’ve both taken on more responsibility than we could ever be expected to handle,” he continued. “We didn’t choose the responsibility. We were chosen. No one asked for our permission. No one asked if it was okay to do this to us.”
“You’re right.” She nodded.
“The other firstborns don’t have to worry about what we have to worry about. Their biggest concern is keeping you alive while they fight over whose child you carry.”
“They haven’t fought over that,” Holly murmured. “It’s barely come up. We’ve put all our energy into dealing with…”
“Me.” Trevor chuckled.
“You.”
The steady thump of his heart beneath where she rested her head was the most comforting thing she could’ve asked to hear at that moment.
He was right. They were the same.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN—JOHNNY
Johnny stood in front of the gaping mouth of the witch’s cave and groaned. He could think of ten places he’d rather be, including strapped to a dentist’s chair. After his last visit with the witches, he was perfectly content never to see them again. He hoped their weird sex crystals still had energy trapped within them. He wasn’t about to offer them a refill, especially without Holly.
He entered the cave and found himself standing in their sitting room. The witches weren’t in their usual perches.
“Hello?” he called into the empty room.
No answer.
Several tunnels sprouted from the sitting room. The witches could be down any number of them, but Johnny wasn’t about to go poking around in a witch’s den uninvited. Who knew what he’d find?
“You’re not supposed to be here,” a high voice sing-songed behind him.
He spun around to find Hattie, the blood witch of the Silver Spruce Coven, behind him.
“How did you
