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“If you’re going to have sex on the couch, do it after I leave tomorrow, capiche?” The new voice made Cassandra squeak, bouncing on Lukas’s lap from the surprise, and her face flamed hard at the sight of a tall, lanky man leaning on the kitchen counter. She’d only known of Alex in passing conversation, but he was much more handsome than she’d expected. Lukas described him once as a ‘bean pole’, and now she could see it was very apt. Still, it didn’t take away from how good he looked in a fitted suit.

“Are you going to watch, mister blue balls? If not, I suggest you shut yourself in your office like you usually do all damn day.” Lukas was a little snappy but his words only made Cassandra blush harder, and he smiled a bit as she hid in his t-shirt.

“Hey, don’t start with me, man. Besides, you don’t know. Maybe she likes being watched. Hell, maybe she wants a threesome. Did you ask? No- didn’t think so.” Going wide eyed at the banter, Cassandra stiffened and she was sure Lukas noticed because she could feel him frowning at her. She’d watched a few threesome pornographies before, and she couldn’t deny she wanted to try it. Hearing a snort above her, she guessed he figured out what she was thinking as his hand in her hair tightened.

“Oh my God, baby- don’t even think it.” Glancing up, she let out a guilty smile at his groan before opening her mouth to respond.

“I’m sorry! But it looked so interesting! And I’ve only had sex with you and… you know- maybe it’s different now because… you know.” Lukas grimaced at the image in his head, but with the way Cassandra was peering up at him he knew he’d give in. Besides, the little voice in his head told him this was a good thing because she was right. No other man would be as satisfying to her as he was. Better he gets it out of the way now, like with his shifting. This time the tables had turned on him, though.

Karma surely was only nasty bitch.

“Please? Just one time!” When he glanced at Alex he could see the bean pole knew what was being discussed and he only groaned before turning back to her. She was getting excited thinking about it, and he knew he was no match. Even giving her to his friend, something he detested with every fiber of his being, was going to happen because he didn’t have the will to deny her.

“Fine, but for the record I’m not on board with this at all, Cassy. And I can guarantee you I’m much better than he is.” Jumping to her feet, Cassandra fist bumped the air with yet another squeak. She never thought she’d be in this position, but it was better than she could’ve hoped for. At least it wasn’t two strangers, and if they had been she wouldn’t have wanted to do it anyway. When she was younger she thought maybe if she had a boyfriend, but she’d never had a boyfriend.

“Great! What do we do first?” Looking between the two, Cassandra smiled brightly at how different their expressions were. Alex was smirking, and Lukas was frowning. She had the utmost faith that everything would work out though. When Lukas didn’t respond Alex pushed himself off the counter to saunter over to the couch.

“I don’t mind being a third wheel, honey. I’m sure Lukas here won’t let me get anywhere near between your legs anyway.” Frowning at that, Cassandra turned to Lukas to watch him shrug, his frown set deep in his expression.

“It wouldn’t be much of a threesome if I didn’t. Just do what you want, Cassy. I can’t stop you.”

After a moment of thought Cassandra dropped to her knees to unbutton Lukas’s jeans, and he opened his legs more to give her some room. As much as he said he didn’t like this plan, he was already half up, and she pulled down his pants a little as her mouth watered. She liked giving head, and the power it gave her, especially with him. Knowing all of that muscle was at her disposal made butterflies erupt in her tummy as she stroked his smooth, hot skin. It wasn’t like he was particularly huge, either, and she could comfortably take all of him without choking.

“I fucking love it when you suck my dick, Cassy.” Lukas lifted his head as he spoke to watch Cassandra wrap her lips around the head of his cock before sliding down until she reached the base. Maybe it was because his beast wanted her, but no woman he’d ever been with felt so good. It was enough to make him swear, at least, and that wasn’t something he usually did even during sex. Lifting his hips, he gathered up her hair and only absently registered Alex next to him as he unzipped his dress pants. The last thing he wanted was to see another guy jerking off to his woman.

Bopping up and down, Cassandra enjoyed the taste on her tongue as Lukas’s penis slid easily from her mouth and down her throat. She reached over, groping blindly for Alex since her eyes were closed, and groaned when her fingers wrapped around his length. Lust slithered into her mind like a creeping fog, mixing with her excitement to make her body hot.

“Your hands are so soft- holy shit.” Stroking Alex’s shaft, Cassandra swiped her thumb over the tip, but the bead of pre-cum wasn’t enough to soothe the friction she felt. Lifting herself off Lukas, she was going to switch but he stopped her to grip her hips and pull her ass up as he slid down to pull off her own jeans. Throwing her leg over the back of the couch, his mouth latched onto her core to draw a harsh moan out of her. His tongue parted her lower lips, and she gasped as her free hand tangled in Alex’s shirt before she leaned down to lick his member.

It wasn’t all that bad but it certainly was worse than Lukas’, not that she complained. Her abdomen cramped tightly knowing she would be pleasured by two men at the same time. That feeling was only amplified because she wouldn’t feel bad about it afterwards.

“Jesus fuck- no wonder Lukas keeps you to himself.” Growling out the words, Alex thrust his hips and suddenly everything made sense as his head fell back. Not only was Cassandra a stunning woman physically, but she could rock any man’s world. He had no doubt she had a wonderful personality too, even if he wasn’t particularly concerned about it in that moment. If he had someone like her he’d never let her leave his room either.

Cassandra felt like her orgasm was so close and she knew somewhere in her hazy mind Lukas could sense it because his tongue slid into her entrance. His thumb circled her clit gently and her thighs quivered as she pushed herself to sit up. Moaning loudly, she held Alex’s shoulder to keep herself steady and rolled her hips, hitting the angle just right. Sucking in air, she held her breath as her body seized up and her toes curled to reflect the way her eyes rolled in their sockets. Her abdomen tightened but Lukas didn’t stop pushing his tongue into her channel, riding through her orgasm and lapping up her essence.

“You taste so good, Cassy.” Turning her, Lukas positioned Cassandra so she was once again straddling him before guiding himself into her channel. Her hands weakly held the cushion behind him and he held her hips as his gasp flowed down the neckline of her shirt. Wet and tight, her channel ached against his cock as he withdrew only to thrust back in.

He didn’t even think about what she’d been doing while he was going down on her.

Glancing over at Alex quickly, Lukas nodded shortly before his friend stood up. He’d never tried anal sex with Cassandra before, but he knew this wasn’t her first time. Instead of thinking on it too much he focused on her face. Her flushed cheeks and parted lips were only an inch from him and gave him a perfect view of her ecstasy.

When Cassandra felt something pressing against her back entrance, she sucked in air sharply and Lukas tightened his grip on her waist. Excitement made her tingle in that place that had never tingled before, and she wasn’t sure what to expect. Anal sex hadn’t been all that exciting and she didn’t really like it. Hopefully this time was different. Slowly she felt Alex enter her, but it didn’t hurt and with her feminine sheath already full she squirmed from how bloated she felt.

“Shit, shit, shit- shit…” Alex’s slew of swears came right before he started to thrust just as slowly as he’d entered her, and Cassandra immediately began to spasm.

“L- Lukas… hur-ry… hard…”  Thrusting in sync with Alex, Lukas grunted in acknowledgment as she came hard. He wasn’t particularly thrilled about this, but he pushed it aside when she laid down on him fully to bury her face in his neck.

“Oh my God! Oh-h-h-h! G- God!” Letting out a shriek, Cassandra felt her insides constrict until it hurt, and her head was beginning to feel heavy from holding her breath. Her fingers ached and colorful spots appeared behind her eyelids as she squeezed them ever more tightly together.

“Fuck- Cassy…” Lukas thrust harder and Alex pulled out of her completely only a moment before large hands held her down. Against her chest Lukas twitched lightly, groaning as his length pulsed inside her as he came. She wasn’t sure what happened with Alex, but as she fought for air, she really didn’t care. Holding onto Lukas tightly, she snuggled into his neck and one of his arms reached around her to trap her firmly against him.

“Lukas…” Hearing the mumble, Lukas leaned his head on the back of the couch as he panted harshly. Every orgasm he’d had with Cassandra had been mind-blowing, and this one was no different. Ignoring Alex, he held her close but still let her breathe as her shaking calmed down.

“You did a great job, Cassy. Luke is one lucky bastard.” Cassandra glanced over at Alex as the words slowly registered in her mind and smiled lazily. Her first coherent thought was that being in a threesome was nice, but she probably wouldn’t do it again. Lukas was enough for her; anymore and it would be overwhelming, but any less and it wasn’t satisfying. Wrapping her hand around the base of his neck, she closed her eyes again and snuggled into his chest as a wave of fatigue washed over her.

It was a startling reminder that too much sex wasn’t necessarily a good thing.

“She lasted a while, you know. It’s been almost an hour.” Alex waited until he was sure Cassandra was out like a light before speaking up. Lukas only frowned, though. It wasn’t like he expected differently, even if this was just a one-time thing. His pencil thin housemate always had something to say about everything, even if he didn’t want to talk about it.

“Why don’t you go after her sister and leave Cassy to me, okay? She’s a lawyer, so she can see through your shit. You set her up.” Scowling lightly at Alex’s nonchalant shrug, Lukas really wanted to beat the crap out of him but he couldn’t with Cassandra on him. He knew the moment Alex spoke up he wouldn’t like what was going to happen. Alex also knew Lukas probably wouldn’t hold his own against her, and even less so after their ‘fight’.

“Maybe, but she wanted to do it and I didn’t actually do it on purpose. I thought she’d get all embarrassed and you’d go to your room. It was a bad idea, I’ll admit, knowing her just from what you’ve said. Then again, you have to know she’ll never sleep with anyone else after that. Even I could tell it was all about you.” Pulling his pants back up, Alex fastened the button and adjusted the zipper as he spoke but he knew he was right.

He didn’t even need to look up to know Lukas was rolling his eyes.

Lukas didn’t offer a response, but instead looked at Cassandra with pride budding in his chest. She’d always be his. If their earlier togetherness hadn’t solidified that then this experience had.

THE END

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Bonus Story 2 of 24

(Wizard Billionaire Romance)

Ever since she was a young girl in the blush of her first real romance, Frederica had fallen in love with the Champs de Mars. She had lost the boy, but her affair with Paris was forever. And so when the first hints of the season poked about, she was always lured back.

The grand park had been so much lovelier in those days, before they erected that hideous tower. It was a quieter time. People would picnic, children would play, their silvery laughter filling the lilac scented air, boys would woo girls, and kites would fill the sky while crocuses blossomed on the ground. There was a general feeling of peace.

Over the years, Frederica would return as often as she could to watch as gentle Persephone would work her magic, and her magic always brought that wonderful sense of serenity. Even during those awful wars, the place was a refuge. It was as if antagonists and defenders alike understood its sacred nature, and while armies would march in triumph, they would never ruffle a leaf.

But the people of France had always recognized their special nature in the scheme of the universe. They had long ago beaten their swords into plowshares, horseshoes and hair-pins, and they strolled slowly and carefully behind as the world ran forward. Time passed, but people still picnicked, children still played, boys still wooed girls or other boys, girls wooed girls, and kites still filled the sky while blossoms bloomed bathing the park with the scent of hope.

But that spring something felt wrong.

Perhaps it was her, she thought.

Just that winter she had clashed with a coven of witches who had a ludicrous notion to steal the New Year, as if a sidereal orbit was a thing to be stolen. She had wormed her way through time-lines, and at last had to battle bureaucrats to get there. She was tired. She just wanted to relax in the Paris spring.

And so she nestled her favorite corner of grass and waited for the magic.

But it didn’t come.

She sipped her tea from a styrofoam cup, remembering a time when she would make it herself and bring a thermos. She watched the children play. Their laughter was still silver and their kites still danced in the sky. People were still laughing and happy, but many sat alone, laughing and happy with their little black mirrors, their thumbs more animate than they were.

And then a shadow crossed her cup. She looked up.

“Uncle Jon,” she said shutting her eyes.

The after image stayed behind her eyelids. He was standing in front of the sun, but his silhouette was stark; his curly hair, his broad-shoulders, his stance, even the tails of his morning coat.

“Hello Fred,” he said. “May I join you?”

“What if I said no?”

“I brought scones,” he said making himself at home on her blanket. “Fresh from that bakery you love so much, the one on Rue Sedilliot.”

“What do you want?”

“Oh my,” he said. “I want so many things. I want Gilda to get her head out of her ass and consolidate the wizards in the Baltic States. I want Trilby to take over in America. I want those idle-brained Leonites to come to their senses and stop fighting among themselves. But most of all –”

“But most of all,” Frederica said smiling. “You came to Paris because you want me.”

“More to the point,” he said. “I want springtime.”

His words were sharp.

“It takes time,” she said. “The planet is warming. You’ve read about this climate alteration thing. If the goddess is somewhat befuddled by strange changes then— “

“It is different than that.”

Frederica sat up. She sipped her tea. She looked to her uncle. In the sky, kites lazed.

“Persephone,” the man said, “is not herself. I believe that she is depressed, ergo no crocuses or lilacs.”

“Depressed?”

“Yes.”

“She’s depressed,” Fred said, “and so we are deprived. I could smack that snotty entitled bitch.”

“I would advise against that,” Jon said, munching his scone. “Snotty and entitled as she may be, she is still a goddess and so must be placated. And that, my dear Fred, is what you must do. I’d like to send you on a job.”

“No.”

“A quest of sorts,” he said. “You might actually find it amusing. You see, every year when she returns to the Underworld, Hades celebrates her homecoming with a gift. Last autumn, he gave her an orb in the form of a pomegranate.”

“A pomegranate?”

“I understand that the little pips inside are rubies.”

“How is she supposed to open it?”

“I haven’t the foggiest,” he said. “I’ve never seen the thing. But you will.”

“No I won’t,” she replied.

“Word on the wind is that the bauble has been stolen. It’s in the South Seas somewhere. Vanuatu, I hear. The islands are lovely this time of year. So what I’d like you to do is pop down there, have a look around, find the sacred pomegranate and return it to her. Shouldn’t take you much more than a week or so. Then we can all get back to enjoying the season. Have another scone?”

“What if I refuse?” she asked.

“Then I’ll eat it.”

“Moron,” she said. “I mean what if I refuse to go tramping about on your silly quest? What happens then to spring? What happens to me?”

“Well,” he said. “As to the spring, I suppose I’ll need to find someone else to help bring back the lilacs.”

“Then do so.”

“And as to you, well my dear nothing will happen.”

“Nothing will happen?”

“Ever.”

She took up the scone.

“You are going to need a little help on with this,” he said.

“I work alone.”

“Not on this one. Time is a thing here. You’ll want a boat for starters.”

She sipped her cold tea and wondered where her passport was.