Pirate's Witch

by Jessamine Rue

Magic and sex are the only things that make me feel alive.

I’m getting wet just looking at him. My eyes drop to the front of his pants. What is he packing under there?

When you’re at sea, it’s any port in a storm. And there are a lot of eager ports on this ship, ready for a storm of cum.

“I think you’re exactly what you want to be,” Kylar says, prowling along the bars between our cells. “And yes—you’re a beautiful little whore.”

Theo is golden and burly, Iro is elegant and lovely, Gabel is clever and beautiful, and Jim is painfully pretty. Kylar—he’s an asshole with a face you can’t forget, damn him. But Captain Varrow—he is savagely handsome. Like a fox, if foxes sailed the sea and wore copious amounts of jewelry.

“A woman empowered is a beautiful thing. One to be worshiped, not feared.”

She’s whispering in Iro’s ear now, and he’s actually blushing, lips parted and eyes bright. He’s beautiful like that. And she is beautiful. Gods, I want them both.

She isn’t only soft, after all—she has edges, and shadows, and pain. One of us is going to die, and I revel in the beautifully gruesome tragedy of it. Fate is a whore for pain.

“Touch me, Master.” “I promised,” he says hoarsely. “You promised not to bed or love another woman. A touch isn’t bedding. And a kiss isn’t loving.”

Varrow has gone insane. I love it.

“I love you,” I murmur. “I love every one of them, too, but I love you.” I tilt my face up to his. “You, wild and wicked, sad and sweet, so intelligent and so lost. I love you so much my heart is breaking.”

“Are you sure you want to break your vow?” I whisper. “My vow is already broken,” he says. “Because I’m in love with you, darling girl.”

“Ride my face until you come.” “But… you need to breathe.” “I need to feel you coming on my face,” he growls. “If that means I suffocate in your little wet cunt, I’ll die happy.” And he plops me onto his mouth again.

It’s one of my favorite things I’ve ever seen—two men I love, enjoying each other.