Chapter 19
Kat
While I’m lying on the grass in a daze, the orgasm still making my thighs quiver, Brom gets out from between my legs, and Crane goes down to take Brom’s place.
I can only stare up at the sky, my heart thudding in my ears, and it feels like we’re the only people left in the entire planet, like this small clearing in the dark woods is our only world.
I’ve never felt so connected to both of these men, nor the earth before, like we’re all one being, and we haven’t officially started the ritual yet.
Crane is saying something to Brom in a low voice, and then Brom is kneeling beside me, stroking the hair off my forehead.
“Hello,” I manage to say to him, my mind swimming. I give him a lazy smile, feeling drugged.
His eyes are still dark, but there’s a lightness about him that wasn’t there earlier. I feel it too, this new, bright energy between us that’s banishing the shadows and tension from before.
“Are you all right?” he asks me softly as his eyes search mine, and oh, how my heart soars at the tenderness in his words. This is Brom. This is the man I have missed.
“Yes,” I say, reaching up and putting my hand at his beard. “Yes, I’m all right. Are you?”
He gives me a faint smile before turning and kissing my wrist. “I would be better if I were allowed to fucking come.”
I can’t help but laugh.
“Patience,” Crane chides him, and suddenly he’s grabbing my thighs and spreading them wide.
I gasp and look down to see Crane’s dark hair, the slight curl at the ends, the backs of my thighs resting on his wide shoulders.
Without hesitation Crane’s slick, wet mouth dives in to where I’m already open and drenched, nose rubbing against my clit, his strong tongue pushing up into my cunt.
My hips jerk involuntarily, squeezing around his head.
His teeth gently nip at me, sending more pleasure-pain through my body until my toes are curling.
I moan breathlessly and look up at Brom. He’s watching Crane ravage me, his jaw tight and flexed, a line between his dark low brows.
“Are you jealous?” I whisper to Brom, running a hand through his hair and making a fist when Crane makes my body turn into an inferno.
Brom glances at me quickly. “Yes.”
“Do you want him to be doing that to you as well?” I ask, pausing as my back bows off the damp grass, Crane giving my clit a fluttering suck. “Or do you want to be down there with him?” I manage to finish, ending it with another moan.
“Both,” he says, a hint of shame on his face. Then the shame burns, melts, turns to raw lust. “I want to lick you from behind. Is that all right?”
Crane makes a noise of agreement against me, having heard Brom, the vibrations sinking deep into my core. I gulp, my heart skipping at the thought, the tightness in my belly building to the heights it was earlier. “Yes.”
Then Brom moves down toward Crane, who, without removing his face from my cunt, twists my hips to the side while I keep my back as flat as possible to the earth, bending at the waist. Brom goes down across from Crane, and my body jerks at the intrusion of his face at my rear.
I can understand why Crane was adamant I have such a thorough bath.
And then both men lick, suck, and ravage me from both sides. I’m immediately swept up into a hurricane of raw hunger, both their mouths feeding me at once in a most dirty and depraved way, and my hands are grabbing their hair, grabbing the grass, doing what I can to not float away.
But I am very much caught between them. It’s not just their mouths that work at me in tandem—they both wrap their strong hands around my waist, my hips, my thighs. Even if I wanted to escape them, I wouldn’t be able to, and they give no quarter.
I glance down and that’s enough to make me feel wild, the sight of both of their dark heads, their muscular shoulders, their strong tongues and soft mouths on my most private places.
I feel like I’m being eaten alive as they pin down my hips, as they fill the night air with the wet, messy sounds of their hunger.
When the orgasm comes for me this time, it’s like it’s coming from someplace else.
From Brom, from Crane, and from the depths of the earth, and from another world.
It shoots through me like a comet, my body set ablaze, burning under the night sky, soaring high above the trees.
I erupt, biting back my cries, my body convulsing and shaking until my mind is scrambled, held in place by these two men, the constant firm pressure of their hands and mouths keeping me secure, keeping me safe.
Inside me, something tender breaks, and I feel a rush of tears coming to my eyes, because it’s too good, all of this, them, us.
I love them. I love Crane. I love Brom. I never want to be without either.
I want, need, this ritual to work so that Brom can return to us fully and we can leave this place and never look back.
“Oh God,” I whisper, my words broken, my heart full.
I feel them break away from me, and I’m so cold and empty and scared, but then their hands stay on my body, keeping the connection, and they move up on either side of me, touching me. Holding me, letting me know that they have me.
Crane tilts my chin toward him, and I’m still so dizzy from the orgasm and my roiling emotions that I have a hard time even focusing on his beautiful, austere face. Then he leans in and kisses the tears away from my eyes, savoring them.
“Tears of pleasure taste the same as tears of pain,” he murmurs, almost to himself, as if it’s another fact to file away, and I can’t help but break into a smile because even in the midst of all of this, he’s still curious. He’s still Professor Crane.
He meets my eyes. “I think we got you wet enough to handle anything.”
I clear my throat. “I would say so.” Though I am starting to get nervous about what’s next to come.
Brom gently trails his fingers over my stomach, resting his head on my shoulder. “Are you all right?” he asks, and my skin tingles at how attentive and gentle he’s being.
I nod. “I am. Are you still needing to come?”
“What do you think?” Brom asks, moving his hips so the stiff length of his erection is pressed against my side. It’s so hot it feels like it’s branding me.
I reach down and wrap my hand around his thick, blunt head, sliding my thumb over the pearly beads of arousal, and he pinches his eyes shut, letting out a hiss.
I go to do the same to Crane on the other side of me, but like before, he moves his hips out of the way.
“I don’t need extra encouragement. And you should probably let go of his dick because he looks seconds from coming right on your face.
There will be plenty of time for that later.
” He leans in and kisses my shoulder. “The most important part is that we made you feel loved and cherished.”
“You did.”
“Good,” he says, placing a soft kiss beside my lips. “Because now we need to move on to the ritual before it gets too late.”
And at that he gets up.
The energy in the glen shifts.
Sobriety settles in, clearing my head.
Brom gets up next and then they both reach down and pull me to my feet.
It’s really hard not to notice their cocks, how heavy and thick and engorged they are, obviously aching to be touched, to find release.
“Are you sure I can’t help you?” I whisper, wanting to touch them, wanting to watch their eyes roll back in their heads for a change.
“Trust me, darling, you will,” Crane says. They lead me closer to the bag at the edge of the circle, where Crane brings out several vials.
“This,” Crane says to me, holding up one of oil with a yellow tinge, “is sunflower oil. You’ll figure out what that’s for soon.
” Then he holds up a greenish one with herbs in it.
“This is the poultice to heal any of our wounds. All the cuts for the blood magic will be superficial, but this will still go a long way.” He puts them back in the bag and then pulls out three more vials, purple in color.
“And these are the elixirs that will help us be more perceptive to the veil—and help those in the veil be more perceptive to us.”
He hands a vial to me and Brom, and I stare down at the liquid as it seems to move around in the glass, making the skin of my palm glow mauve.
“So what’s the plan?” I ask quietly. “What do we do?”
“First we take the elixir,” he says.
“We take it first?” I exclaim. “I thought we would take it at the end! Why open us up to the veil now?”
“Because we need to draw on that energy too,” Crane explains.
“You recall when you were in the void? You were drawing things to you because of your energy. This school draws things to it because of its energy. Blood magic will bond us, sex magic will intensify that bond, which is needed to act as a united front. But those two things combined together will draw even more energy toward us. Dark magic from the spirit world is needed to exorcise the horseman. Our bond will push him out, the spirits will pull him the rest of the way. They want to take. They will take the horseman.”
“You sound so certain,” I say.
“Have you even done this before?” Brom asks him.
“What do you think?” Crane says.
Brom shakes his head and shrugs. “I honestly don’t know, Crane, you’re you. You could have had séance orgies every Sunday night for all we know.”
Crane lifts his chin slightly and sniffs.
“Well, I haven’t. There’s a first time for everything.
” He gives me a steady look. “We take the elixir now. You will get on the ground. I will cut you, and we will cut ourselves, and the blood will flow. Then I will fuck the hell out of you, and you’re going to suck Brom’s cock, and we’re both going to come inside you. ”
“Christ,” Brom swears, his voice thick as he reaches a hand down over his bulge.