Who is Magpie?
Chapter 68-

Jessamine nodded slightly, and moved to kiss Bronx’s cheek apologetically.

She turned his cheek toward her, and he watched like time had all but stopped as she closed her eyes and her lips pursed slightly fuller. This was his chance to go, but he didn’t hesitate in turning further and pressing his lips into hers. Her eyes opened in surprise but felt Ezekiel’s hands slide over her hips from behind and creep down her stomach.

She gasped against his lips, surprised when Bronx leant in and brushed her nipple, but he didn’t let her face wander from his. Jessamine could tell she was embarrassingly wet from so little, heat creeping through her skin as someone’s hand traced distracted circles on her inner thigh.

“Mmm,” she moaned, lost in the sensation, as she felt the hand around her thigh trail up to slide the tip of a finger inside her.

Ezekiel had moved up behind her, and Bronx had moved to take both of her hands in his, continuing to kiss her as Ezekiel moved his hand between her thighs. This time it was his turn to not let go, and as she squirmed against him his grip didn’t loosen.

Her legs wobbled with Ezekiel’s touches and another moan fell out when her lips parted to breathe. She caught Bronx looking at her and her cheeks flushed, even though her eyes were still hooded in wanting like they had been when she was drunk.

His knees felt just as weak as hers, the only one feeling in command was Ezekiel. He noted their expressions, a strange pull in his chest that he couldn’t describe. He turned her face toward him, occupying her mouth and Bronx wandered over to her neck.

She felt the hands as they traded her, one gliding over the other seamlessly and, just like in the beginning, Ezekiel held her tighter. Ezekiel would always underestimate how much she could handle, wishing she hadn’t gone through so much, but Bronx was always more afraid of hurting her, despite knowing how strong she was.

Her leg slipped on the tile and Bronx guided her leg to wrap around his for support.

“Bronx!” Jessamine gasped, at first caught off guard at feeling him pressed against her stomach but then the two of them were sucking on her neck and she wasn’t sure what to say.

Her fingers wound up in their hair as Ezekiel pulled her hips back against him fully, holding her teasingly there. He slid his hands up her sides, away from the injuries, to cup her breasts in his hands.

Jessamine felt light, distracting kisses down either side of her neck accompanied by gentle laughs. There was a sway to her thoughts as she closed her eyes, and she wrapped her arms around Bronx’s neck to steady herself.

“My Beta,” she whispered as her forehead rested against his, missing the sight as his eyes darkened for her.

Ezekiel growled possessively behind her, drawing her attention and she moved her other hand to grip his hair. Her lips then found his quickly, pushing her tongue inside to write her name in his mouth, subtly claiming it as hers. A low rumble continued and she gently bit his lip, pulling it out slightly with her teeth and bottom lip.

“Ezekiel, is Bronx being mean to you?” She asked, looking at him through her lashes. Bronx opened his mouth to refute that, but she continued with a giggle, “should I punish him?”

The air caught in their throats, but still Ezekiel grinned chuckled devilishly. “Cheeky.”

Ezekiel wrapped his arms around her, biting into her mark, and she passed the unique sensation on, nipping at Bronx where she leaned against him. The light touched had her skin tingling and her mind humming. Her body wasn’t nagging at her anymore, and her heart thrummed in her chest like a hummingbird.

Every touch that caressed her skin, every time they squeezed her, or kissed her skin, it reminded her that she was free. This kind of love and affection would have never happened while she was in the Garden, but above all else it was the safety she felt that set it apart. One word, all it would take was one word from her for both of them to stop and leave her alone.

She turned to Ezekiel, wrapping both of her legs around him along with her arms to hug him as strongly as she could. Considering everything, he was surprised by the strength of her grip, and he tried to place his hands around her strategically. Like everything else, the decision was left to her on when to let go. Jessamine reached over Ezekiel’s shoulder to take Bronx’s hand, holding it to her lips and making a silent prayer to their Goddess that she knew ignored her prayers.