Chapter 24
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
EILY
“This is Halloween. … You have to go where you’re most afraid.”
B y the time I storm across the clearing, through the safety of the camp, my fear turns into fiery determination.
I don’t care how creepy it gets, I will have my fucking ritual.
I approach Blair’s tent, and that’s exactly what I hear.
Fucking.
Really hot fucking.
It changes my racing pulse from panic to passion. The terror in my body turns to thirst. My haunting becomes a hunger.
I rush up the platform, then pause…
Am I supposed to enter? To watch? To join ?
“Eily.” It’s Blair’s gasping voice. She must’ve heard me, and I guess one of them saw me on the edge of camp. “Come in.”
I peel back the flap of their tent and almost moan at the sight .
Beau, Colton, and Blair are nude, glowing in the lantern light, and wearing gold rabbit masks.
Blair kneels on their bed, her cheek pressed to the white blanket, her eyes on me with her ass in the air, her pussy open for Beau and Colton’s glistening hard cocks.
They’ve already been inside her, and now they stare coaxingly at me.
“What…” I stammer. “What do I do?”
“Sit,” Blair sighs, barely nodding to the simple wooden chair by the foot of their bed. “And spread your legs. Let us watch how we make you wet. How you open while you watch us.”
By the sound of Beau and Colton’s rough, ready breath, they’re holding back. Their muscles look tense. They stroke their cocks, waiting for me to obey, to participate in the ritual.
So, I do.
I sit on the antique French chair. In honor of the history of Indigo Island, I put one in each tent.
My furry cape forms a warm blanket beneath my bare legs as I spread them, my eyes locked on their naked bodies. My babydoll is so short and see-through; it conceals nothing. But when I tug my white lace panties aside so they can watch my arousal, my opening, Beau’s eyelids drop even heavier with desire.
“Fuck,” he mutters.
“Damn.” Colton’s nostrils flare.
They stare at me with lust.
“Keep going,” Blair urges them. “Keep going and show her our love so she can open for more.”
Without even grabbing her hips, Beau fists his base and thrusts his jutting cock back inside her. Pumping into her waiting pussy, he makes Blair moan, spanking her ass as he growls, “Spread ‘em.”
So, she reaches behind her, pulling her cheeks even farther apart so he can admire his claim.
Then he pulls out, spanking her clit with his hard dick. “That’s it, kitten. Show us that wet pussy.” He makes her cry out as Colton takes his place.
While he thrusts slower than Beau, Beau kisses him, fondling Colton’s balls and making him grunt. Then they switch again, and this time, Beau stays shallow. He teases Blair’s entrance, making her arch, begging for more.
“Yes,” she cries. “Keep going back and forth. I love it. I love feeling both of you share me.”
This is too hot, too beautiful, and dirty.
While Colton takes his next turn with Blair, Beau reaches for something on the bed. When he lifts it, I want to clap, but I don’t.
I’m too aroused.
I feel it slicking my sex.
“Thank you for this,” Beau says of the pumpkin glow-in-the-dark butt plug in his hand. “Now watch how much our dirty girl loves it in her ass, too.”
With a filthy thrill in his blue eyes, Beau spits, wetting the spot he’ll relish, and Blair groans.
“Our little kitten likes it dirty.” Beau eases the toy inside her while Colton claims her pussy. Blair mewls at the pleasure they give her until the plug is seated in position, then Beau smacks her ass again. “Tell her. Tell her how our dirty girl likes it.”
“I like your cock in my ass,” Blair gasps.
Then Colton grabs her hair, his thrusts getting brutal. “Where else? Where else do you beg for our cocks?”
“My pussy,” she cries. “I want your cocks in my pussy. Taking turns with it. Please. Show her. Show her how you fuck me so hard.”
They do. They let me watch their union, and I know this is one of the many intimate ways they express their love because it starts to burn through them. I can tell. I can feel it, too.
They’re not only showing me, they’re sharing it with me; their lust bleeding into love.
Beau grabs Blair’s hips, his thrusts getting deeper, seeking and making her pant. She’s going to come. Colton kisses Beau while Beau is buried inside her, and once Colton tugs on her plug, Blair locks her eyes on me and screams, her orgasm shaking her thighs.
Instantly, Beau comes with her. He throws his chin up, his pecs and throat straining as he spills inside Blair. And even though he’s still huffing and dripping cum, he pulls out, and Colton takes his place inside her. He pounds Blair so hard she grabs the mattress and keeps coming, and with Beau’s kiss, Colton comes, too, grunting and thrusting until he’s done.
My lips part, both pairs. Like them, I’m huffing for breath. Desire burns inside me. I almost can’t take the heat. I need to touch myself. I need to come. My sex aches, empty and waiting.
But I obey.
I want this ritual to work.
Blair keeps her eyes on me while I curiously watch Beau slip a small, beaded bracelet off her wrist. Then, he and Colton stalk my way, their cocks still hard, glossed, and dripping with their seed as their eyes devour my exposed pussy.
Oh my god, they look so primal, so carnal, and beautiful.
It matches how I feel.
Leaning down, Beau kisses my cheek before whispering, “Did we make you wet and open?”
“Yes,” I sigh against his beard.
Colton leans down, too, their manly musk intoxicating me. With a gentle kiss on my cheek, he asks, “Did you feel our love?”
“Yes.” I’m pressed between their heat, feeling safe, exposed, and so ready.
“This is from us.” Beau gently lifts my left wrist, slipping the bracelet on. It’s simple. It looks handmade out of a thin leather strap and three ruby beads. “This is our wish for you and Silas.”
What? I blink back tears. “Did you make this?”
“Yes,” Beau answers. “We made it for you today while you were carving pumpkins.”
I’m so touched, I can’t speak.
It’s like their sex, their love is blessing ours.
“Now,” Colton cups my cheek, “you have to find who’s next.”
“Please,” I murmur. “No more riddles. I’m too horny to think.”
Colton chuckles, gently taking my hand. He helps me stand before he thoughtfully adjusts my cape and hood, telling me, “No more riddles. Just find the other priest.”
“We love you,” Blair calls out, and I turn back. She’s smiling my way, lying on their bed, and watching my exit.
“I love you all, too.”
I’m glowing and flushed with desire, but the same haunting chill I felt in the forest suddenly threatens when I step back into the pitch-black night.
It’s here. It’s waiting for me. It didn’t leave. It’s hunting, but I’m too heated to care.
Oh my god, if this is what I’m supposed to do all night— watch each couple, each group, share their love and sex—I’m going to burst into flames, consume Silas, or both.
A pumpkin, one I carved with roses, is lit on Stacey, Mateo, Ford, and Luke’s platform.
And indeed…
This is the ritual.
I enter their tent to find the profile of their bodies, joined in the most erotic chain of lust. They wear nothing but their golden masks, turning my way as they silently watch me enter.
Taking my seat, I know what to do.
I sit on the French wooden chair by the edge of their bed. Spreading my legs, I pull my soaked lace panties aside, feeling the wet rush of arousal, watching Ford and Luke lick their lips at the sight of me.
Then, they resume what they desire, and I stifle my moan.
It’s so salacious, it’s sacred.
Stacey rides Mateo’s mouthwatering length, her hips held tight in his grasp. Luke kneels behind her, his hands laced with Mateo’s. He’s fully claiming her ass while Ford stands behind him at the edge of the bed, his body draped over Luke’s while he greedily thrusts inside him.
All four of their bodies are connected, their hearts, too. You can hear it in their devoted moans.
This is their ultimate coupling; you can tell by the stirring kisses they exchange. By the nightly turns they must take, switching bodies but the alignment the same.
With parted red lips in a shameless smile, Stacey looks my way in her bunny mask and lets me watch her get a merciless double penetration.
Luke stares at me, too, with hunger in his eyes while I witness his ultimate pleasure, a cock in his ass while he drives into a wet pussy. He’s sweating and moaning for it. Mateo proudly groans at their weight and power as Ford grunts, commanding their pace.
At first, it’s slow; they edge their desire, showing me. But then lust takes over. Ford starts driving harder into Luke, grabbing his shoulders. It makes Luke grip Stacey’s hips harder, taking and giving, so Stacey braces herself over Mateo. He’s licking her nipples swaying in his face.
The look in Stacey’s eyes is pure ecstasy.
“Show her,” Ford orders. “Show Eily how we open her, how we make her come, how we fill our woman with our cum until she drips with it, and how we love to clean her, too.”
“God, yes,” I moan, my sex pulsing, milky desire seeping from my core; I can’t help it.
Stacey sees me. She witnesses my thirst, and it makes her buck, coming and shaking with her men driving into her. They climax, one after the other, their carnal grunts and locked muscles so arousing.
They kiss mouths. They kiss Stacey’s sex, licking and cherishing what they shared. They murmur their love before their bodies move.
Stacey turns my way in her bunny mask, lying on her side, her body flushed, her smile bliss. She takes off her bracelet and hands it to Mateo, and then again, the men stalk my way, all three of them. Again, they’re still hard and dripping.
They kneel to kiss my cheeks, and I’m suffocating in their masculine pheromones, the smell of their sex, their insemination.
It’s raiding my senses.
I’m lightheaded as Mateo carefully slips the bracelet over my left wrist. Similar to the one I just received, its band is thin and leather, but theirs has six pink beads.
“We love you all so much,” Luke says, his smile so warm, his hand on my naked thigh hot. “Thank you for letting us share this with you. This is our wish for you and Silas. Our blessing.”
At first, I’m confused by their bracelet. They’re a marriage of four. It should be four beads, but then I remember their cute little daughter, who looks just like Mateo, and their baby boy, who looks like Luke.
That makes them six so far.
“Thank you so much,” I sigh, overwhelmed.
Stacey gently shares, “I almost gave up, too, but stay strong. Look at the life I found when I kept believing in love.”
I smile at her. I’m blinking back tears, holding back a storm of emotions. Love, lust, and life collide through my veins. Witnessing their sex, watching their love, it makes everything feel so natural, so heightened. I stand to leave but don’t know where I’m going, and I’m dizzy with desire.
Ford sees it daze my eyes, and his gruff, sexy face turns tender. “I got ya,” he says, scooping me up.
Draped over his arms, he carries me to Luca, Scarlett, Nick, and Zar’s tent. There, we find another carnal coupling, another sight that overwhelms with lust.
Ford gently sets me on the chair by the foot of their bed but stops to admire their love, too.
I thought we’d find them indulging their kinks in Luca’s tent. They do it so well, and I’ve relished watching it before.
But not tonight.
It tightens my throat.
It melts my heart.
Because they’re showing me their more tender side, the more intimate moments they must share behind closed doors. And they’re wearing their masks for me, too.
Luca is coupled with Scarlett, passionately kissing her while slowly driving deep inside her in a missionary position. She’s wrapped around him, holding him, and moaning for more.
Nick and Zar are coupled right beside them. Nick is taking Zar in the same position, their kiss unwavering with moans.
Quietly, Ford leaves, and I follow the ritual. It feels right.
I expose myself; I open myself to their love, too. I let Luca see when he glances my way, and his groan is ravenous when he stares at my pussy, weeping with want.
It’s beyond erotic what Luca is letting me watch. He’s not a Dom tonight. His beautiful bronze body sweats. His shredded muscles strain. His deep breath labors, a slave to his desire. Tonight, he’s serving the love he feels for Scarlett, for Zar and Nick, too. They share it. They show it.
I stay quiet, feeling it stir so deep inside me, too, that it finds my bones. They’re turning liquid, passive, and pliant as they’ve never been before.
I have so much fight in me, but not now.
Not tonight.
I surrender.
I chew my lip, watching Scarlett’s hunger mount as Luca takes her. He thrusts several times inside her, then pulls out, climbing up her body before he roughly whispers, “Taste us. Taste where I belong.”
Scarlett sucks his cock, glossed with her arousal, moans erupting from their throats as Luca fists her strands. He fucks her mouth until her back arches, and then he climbs down, thrusting into her waiting pussy. It makes her cry out, scratching his back, driving Luca’s hips harder.
It matches Nick’s intensity, pounding inside Zar’s ass, and Zar loves it. He’s feverishly stroking his swollen cock to it, his throat straining with grunts. The way his abs flex, his forearm straining, his cock dripping as he begs Nick, “Yes, baby. Fuck my ass. Fuck me harder,” it’s breathtaking.
“Look,” Nick coaxes. “Look at what me fucking you does to her.”
Zar turns to see me exposed, swollen, and wet, and he comes, shooting over his chest. Nick quickly follows, his massive pecs quaking, the sound of his grunting orgasm setting Scarlett off.
With a scream, her nails draw blood from Luca’s flesh. She comes hard, biting his shoulder, but he’s not done.
Resting her legs over his shoulders, Luca gives her all his power. He starts grinding in ruthless circles, his glutes flexing like rocks. He’s hitting that tender spot deep inside Scarlett, making her thrash and come again; I know.
Silas does the same to me, and I’m in so much sweet pain waiting for him, needing him.
I watch Luca finish. He’s so beautiful when he comes, grunting, his lips parting, letting his muscles relax as he spills inside Scarlett. All his dark Dom falls away, and he looks like a bronze god in heaven. It’s so tender how he kisses Scarlett, whispering his love while he’s still inside her.
Then, he slides the bracelet off her wrist, and he and Nick repeat the ritual. They come to me after coupling with their mates, kneeling to kiss my cheeks.
“Sometimes,” Nick whispers sweetly over my ear, “we get more than we ever dreamed of. That’s what Zar and I wish for you, my dear. ”
I kiss Nick’s cheek before, tenderly, Luca lifts my wrist.
Smiling, he sees the two bracelets on it. Reverently, he kisses my pulse point before sliding their bracelet on, too.
It has six Grecian blue beads. Four for them and two for their children so far.
“I cannot express how we adore you.” Luca cups my cheek, tears threatening his crystal eyes, making them burn in mine. “How we love you and Silas, all six of you. So please take our blessing, and keep your hope alive, my little Aphrodite.”
“Never give up,” Scarlett gently assures me from her bed, blowing a kiss as Zar blows one, too.
Well, fuck.
Half of me wants to cry; half of me needs to come as I sigh, “Thank you. We love y’all, too.”
I feel so softened by love, I can’t move. I let Luca lift and carry me out of the tent.
I expect him to take me to our tent. It must be next. But shock hits me along with the chilling night air.
Luca doesn’t take me to our tent. Naked and in a gold rabbit mask, he silently carries me into the middle of the clearing, like I’m being offered to the eerie night.
He’s being so sweet and caring as he gently sets me down. But then he asks, his accent gravel with desire, “Are you open for him?”
I nod at his towering form.
“Show me,” he demands, so I step my feet apart.
Deliciously, Luca reaches inside my panties, his thumb teasing my swollen clit. Skillfully, his thick middle finger circles my entrance, never penetrating but finding me waiting and wet.
I stifle my moan, my body trembling as he groans, “ Hmm, so tight and tender.” He’s still rimming my aching entrance with his finger, his thumb barely strumming my nub.
The man is a god at making you come. I’m fighting it, and he’s teasing me; I know with Silas’s permission, and it makes this even hotter.
“Are you ready for him?”
“Yes, master.”
I love saying it, and Luca smirks, loving the sound.
He gazes down at my form so tiny before his. His stare finds my breasts peeking out from behind my cape, my nipples pinched by clamps and covered in lace.
It swells his cock, hungry again, and my breath thins, marveling at his surging size.
Knowingly, he glides my lingerie aside, exposing my breast to the cool air. He tugs on the pearls, rattling the clamp over my nipple while his fingers coax me to come.
I moan, my thighs shaking while he probes, “Will you wait for him?”
“Yes, master,” I sigh.
His thumb strums harder over my clit, his tug pulling my nipple taut. The tension in my body is so tempted to release. “Are you sure? Your pussy feels so wet and ready to come.”
This is a test. I know. My instinct makes my hips writhe over Luca’s coaxing hand. My body is in pain to let go, but my heart resists.
“Yes,” I stammer. “I’m waiting for him. I need him . Please. Where’s Silas?”
Tenderly, Luca slowly withdraws his touch, kissing my forehead .
“Go to him,” he orders.
“But where is he?”
I look around. I can barely see the lanterns inside the tents where I’ve been and the pumpkins on the platforms, but that’s it. All else is dark and terrifying.
“Trust,” Luca starts to walk away, “and he’ll come.”
“But I need to come!”
Luca even laughs like a Dom.
“So,” I call to his nude backside, “is this like Trick or Treat? Do I go back to each tent?”
“This is Halloween,” he answers, not looking back. “You go where you’re most afraid.”
And damn, Luca Mercier has the hottest naked ass, and yes, I’m poised to orgasm all alone in the middle of a field. Arousal coats my thighs. My nipples tingle with need. My clit is sobbing. Literally, I’m weeping down there.
I feel possessed by lust, just like Charlie was. But holy haunting hell, I don’t want to be scared again.
In the distance, Luca disappears inside his tent, and I don’t know how they planned it, but all the tents go dark.
It’s silent.
It’s like they vanish, and I’m alone again. It’s just me, the moon, and my hope.
I twist my lips, fighting back tears. It’s not from sadness. It’s because it’s all I feel now. The wish from Blair, Beau, and Colton. The strength from Stacey, Ford, Mateo, and Luke. The hope from Scarlett, Luca, Nick, and Zar.
I know this is a rite of passage, a way to give me gifts so I’m prepared, so I won’t give up.
But it’s cold.
And dark.
The night feels super kinky and creepy, and suddenly…
I don’t feel alone.
“Silas?” I whimper, afraid to let anyone hear me .
But something does.
An icy gale gusts through the camp, fluttering the tents and extinguishing the jack-o-lanterns.
Silvery moss, dripping from oak branches, hisses free, slithering on the breeze, snaking my way into a coil around my boots. An eerie current rises from the ground, climbing over my boots, winding up my naked legs, its seeping fingers seeking my heated wet core, a clawing haunt wanting inside my sex.
I can’t move as a silent scream strangles my throat. Terror starts to steal my breath, then…
Thrum. Thrum. Thrum.
A drum beats again. Silas’s djembe: I’d know its resonance anywhere. Sometimes we sit on the porch, and he plays while I paint.
His call makes the spirit retreat, sliding down my body and bleeding back into the ground as a flickering light lifts my stare to the dark distance.
The live oak.
The ancient tree on the edge of camp.
Someone … no, Silas … lit a fire on the other side of it, making the tree’s towering silhouette glow in the fiery light.
I’m called to it.
I love this tree.
I know it’s special.
Don’t tell Silas, but I offer fruit to the tree every month. And the week before we started trying to get pregnant, I buried wooden eggs I carved and dyed with indigo ink as an offering to her.
That’s by day when the world feels right, when the tree is welcoming.
But tonight ?
It looms on the edge of something dark and haunting. It feels like a man with snaking branches twining around me, its shadow dragging me into its darkness.
Still, I go.