Chapter 4
Kat
I let out a breathless moan, adjusting my stance so that Crane can work his fingers in deeper, the slick sound filling the room, and I start to ride his hand like he’s a horse, bearing down and working my hips back and forth.
“Fuck,” Crane mutters, and he suddenly straightens up.
He pulls out of Brom, his cock bobbing from the release, so long, thick, and wet that another jolt of lust slams through me.
Then he pulls his hand away from me and I let out a soft cry of protest, feeling cold emptiness where his hand should be.
He quickly grabs Brom by the collar and brings him off the desk and to the floor, where he slams him on his knees.
He loops the reins around the legs of the desk, and while he does I’m staring down at Brom kneeling before me and avoiding my gaze, his hands tied behind his back, his shirt open and stained red, his nose swollen, the corner of his head trickling blood.
Between his legs his cock juts straight up. It looks painfully hard, the skin shiny from being stretched, the tip glistening with his arousal, the whole length darkened and twitching with his heartbeat.
There’s a part of me that wants to drop to my knees and supplicate in front of him, place my lips on his cock and lick him clean until he’s releasing inside my mouth.
But the other part, the one that remembers, that one makes me stay in place, keeps me back, even as Crane goes over to Brom and slides his hand over Brom’s gagged mouth and under his nose.
“How does that taste, Brom Bones?” he asks, though he certainly isn’t waiting for a reply. Crane then turns to me, that zealous look in his eyes, one hand on his cock, and I feel lightning in my veins, my toes curling against the floor.
“Strip,” Crane says to me. It’s all command. I know I don’t have to, I know he would never make me do anything I didn’t want to do, but the tone of his voice and the look in his eyes say otherwise.
I obey him, lifting the nightgown over my head.
“Now lie down on the floor, on your back, and spread your legs.”
Oh goodness.
I stare at Crane, unsure of what he has planned, but I have a good guess. His gaze remains carnal, pinning me in place.
You can walk away, he says inside my head, his lips moving slightly. I won’t keep you here.
I nod, feeling reassured, and get down on the floor, lying down on my back. The floor is cold but my body feels like it’s on fire. I inhale, my chest rising, feeling energy spark and sizzle throughout me.
Crane gets down on the floor and keeps holding eye contact as he slowly runs his hands up my legs.
I think he must mean to screw me, get in deep and make Brom watch, but then he runs his jaw up my inner thigh and I can feel the faint scratch of his stubble.
I let out a trembling sigh, my back arching as I break our gaze.
I roll my head to the side and look at Brom.
The look in his eyes could light a thousand fires. If my body wasn’t already impossibly hot, I would swear he’s set me ablaze.
There’s pure rage and frustration roiling through him, but underneath it all is desire. Lust. Raw need. As if his cock, stiff and thick as a tree trunk, isn’t all the evidence I need to know this is arousing him.
“You can look at him all you want,” Crane rasps between my thighs, his lips brushing over where I’m aching and wet, “so as long as you remember you’re mine to taste and touch and fuck.”
And at that his tongue makes contact, sliding down from where I’m swollen and needy until it thrusts up inside me.
I let out a whimper of pleasure, my eyes pinching shut at the intrusion, breaking eye contact with Brom. Violent need sweeps through me like a serpent, coiling at my center as Crane ravages me with his mouth. These aren’t gentle kisses—I am being devoured whole.
“This is why ‘sweet witch’ is so apt,” Crane murmurs as he suckles at me. “You’re dessert on my tongue.”
He continues with long, flat passes of his tongue over me until my thighs are squeezing the sides of his head, and I feel like if I don’t hang on to him like this, I’ll perish.
Crane groans into me and then places his warm, firm hands on the insides of my thighs and presses them apart.
“Have you tasted her before, Brom?” Crane asks him. His tone is mild but his breathing is shallow. “Have you feasted on Kat like this? Licked her out from her cunt to her clit until your face is sopping wet with her desire?”
He buries his head again and swirls his tongue around my bud before sucking it into his mouth, then fucking me with his tongue again. My back arches again and my fingernails are making grooves in the floor. I’m so close to coming and I’m whispering, “Oh God. Oh God.”
But then he pauses while I’m at the edge, pulling back slightly. He lets out a huff of amusement. “I can still taste your cum inside her, pretty boy,” he comments, his voice tight. “I hate to admit it, but I like the flavor of you mixed together.”
Then Crane adjusts himself and presses my thigh closest to Brom flat to the cold floor.
“Can you see her now?” Crane asks. “See that tight pink cunt? See how you’re still dripping out of her?
” Crane takes his finger and dips it inside me, making me gasp loudly, my body tightening around the tip.
“It’s like she’s trying to get rid of you and make room for me. ”
Brom lets out a growl that seems to fill the room and my eyes fly open, my heart pounding, thinking he might be turning into the horseman.
He’s straining against the leather, his face red, sweat beading at his brow, while the slit at the top of his cock glistens with his arousal, enough that it’s dripping off him.
“Finally getting to you, aren’t I?” Crane surmises. “Then you should watch how a real man makes her come.”
Crane dives in between my legs again, sucking me into his hot mouth while he finger fucks me with one hand and squeezes at my breast with the other.
My eyes roll back and I feel myself build and thicken to a point of no return, like I’m just peering over a ledge.
Suddenly I’m frightened, hit with a nonsense fear that I’m about to die, like I’ll fall forever if I let go.
I open my eyes to look at Brom, and the intensity in his gaze pushes me over the edge.
Then I’m coming, letting out muffled yelps that I try to hold back, my body convulsing around Crane’s face and hands.
The fear turns into starlight, something deep and bright and pure and for a moment I forget where I am, who I am.
Just that one man is devouring me with his mouth and the other is doing so with his eyes and I’ve never felt so desired before.
Eventually I return to earth. To Crane’s room in the faculty dorm.
And I watch in a daze as Crane gets to his feet, slides his hand over his hard length in quick, skilled movements until he’s moaning loudly and coming, his ejaculation aimed at Brom.
Thick ropes of his semen lash Brom’s dark red and obviously aching cock.
It twitches as Crane’s seed lands on him and Brom lets out a growled scream.
If he wasn’t gagged, I’m sure the whole building would be awoken.
Crane lets out a deep, satisfied groan as his strokes slow over his cock, and he gives Brom a lazy grin, cruelty glinting in his eyes.
“Do you think I punished you enough, pretty boy?”
Brom makes a pained sound in response, sweat beading on his forehead, his face twisted in agony.
The energy created from the sexual release buzzes through my body, and if I had the strength to push through the haze in my mind and body, my limbs feeling like iron, I feel like I could create something.
Push the energy out of my soul and capture it in my hands, like the fireflies I used to catch with Brom.
I stare at him for a moment, trying to reconcile the Brom I knew, the one I used to run around in the fields with at dusk, with this Brom. Even if he wasn’t possessed, this side of him, raw and debased and incredibly sexual, is something to get used to.
“Up you go,” Crane says to me, and before I know what’s happening, he’s grabbing me and hauling me to my feet. I’m unsteady, swaying, and aware that I’m completely nude while Crane is already tucked away into his pants, the only fully dressed person in the room.
“Are you all right?” he asks, peering at me curiously. He places a strong hand at the back of my neck, holding me in place, making me feel grounded.
I nod, unable to put into words exactly what I’m feeling. My knees still feel like they’re going to buckle.
“Good,” he says quietly, then he pulls me close and plants a kiss on my head. The tender action causes some place deep inside me to ache. How can this man be so damn devious and yet feel so safe at the same time?
“Why don’t you go run a warm bath?” he asks me in a low voice. “I think we all need it.”
“Sure thing,” I tell him. I glance at Brom quickly before I go into the adjacent washroom and close the door behind me, assuming the two of them need privacy.
Crane’s fortunate that he has his own bathroom.
When I move into the dorms here I won’t have that luxury anymore—I’ll have to share with the other girls on my floor.
And I’ll have to do so tomorrow. Tomorrow I’m supposed to officially move to the institute.
It seems like a lifetime ago that I had been at the bonfire with Mary, but that had only been tonight.
My entire world feels like it’s changed in an evening and I have no idea what to expect next.
I just know that whatever is coming my way isn’t going to be easy.
I try not to think about that as I light a couple of candles along the basin, the flames coming much easier now to my fingertips than they did earlier, perhaps because of the energy I still feel swirling inside me like a windstorm.
I plug the large copper bathtub and turn the tap.
The pipes groan from somewhere above me, the cistern probably in the dorm’s attic, and lukewarm water spurts out from the faucet.
I wait a bit, letting the water run over my fingers, but when it’s not hot enough for my liking, I decide to do a little experiment.
I place my hand in the water and take the energy inside me and direct it out through my fingertips, focusing on heat and flame like I would usually do. Of course the flames don’t appear under water but the heat does, streams of it wafting out and turning the temperature from lukewarm to hot.
I can’t help but grin, feeling pride burst in my chest. Seems like I’ve ensured an endless number of hot baths in my future.
I never thought I’d be able to take my magic and improve upon it and yet here I’ve been able to do just that.
Whether it’s my classes with Crane or, well, my other dealings with Crane, it seems he’s done a lot to bring my magic to the forefront.
I’m just about to tell him this when suddenly I hear a roar from the other room.
It sounds like Brom and yet like a monster at the same time.
Then all the candles in the bathroom go out at once, plunging me into near darkness, with only faint light coming from a cloud-strewn moon outside the window.
“Crane!” I yell, running for the door.
Only to find it locked.