CHAPTER FIVE #3
The information he’d extracted from Brad was ugly and vile.
Margret was responsible for their father's death.
She set him up to die so she could take over his businesses and marry the man she'd been cheating with.
She was a horrible, truly revolting person.
He saw the large window of their room and went for it. There was no time for doors.
They sat on the edge of the bed, their hearts in their throats, waiting, fearing whatever was happening. “I wish Bram were here," Casey said. “I have a bad feeling.”
"This has been such a fucked up weekend in so many ways and so wonderful in other ways," Kyle interjected.
Casey chuckled. “Fucked up but also wonderful.” He continued to laugh. “I wonder what will happen to them?”
“The Coven doesn’t do police, remember, so I think it will be handled internally.” Kyle reminded.
“They have capabilities beyond any human and connections that would probably blow our minds." Casey stopped abruptly and looked at the door. “Someone is out there.”
“We can’t open the door.”
“I don’t want to open the door.” They sat there and watched the knob turn back and forth and back and forth.
Then suddenly the lock clicked, and the door slowly opened.
That was unexpected, but for a split second, they thought it was Bram, and their hearts lifted only to be dashed when their mother entered the room and closed the door behind her.
Casey and Kyle moved to the other side of the bed, putting it between them. "What do you want?" Casey barked.
“Is that any way to speak to your mother?” Her voice was too syrupy and sweet.
“We know." Kyle blurted, and there was a sparkle in her eyes, and a smile touched her lips as she took a few steps toward them.
"What do you know, Kyle?" She said her voice scared them.
“We know about the trust and that you sent us out here to die.
" Casey blasted her and took a step forward.
She moved fast, blocking them between the bed and the back wall.
There was a large window, but it didn't open.
The trapped feeling took over, and they moved until their backs were against the wall.
“I was planning to spike your drinks with something that would stop your hearts. It’s easy enough to fake a heart attack, and considering your exposure out in the woods, no one would question.
" She paused, pulled a small handgun from her purse along with a bottle of water, then tossed her purse onto the bed.
"You're going to drink this." She said and handed Casey the bottle.
He took it, looked at it, then back at her.
"We're not drinking this." He answered, a little confused by her.
She picked up a pillow off the bed, one of the small decorative ones, and held it against the barrel of the gun. "You either drink it, or I shoot you."
"You won't get away with shooting us," Kyle stated.
“Brad and Hank will help me dispose of your bodies somewhere that you will never be found. I will then call the authorities, report you both as missing, and point them in the direction of the state forest. Eventually, you will be declared dead, and everything I want will be mine.” She seemed proud of herself.
"Drink up, boys, it's much easier to go by heart attack than by a bullet in your head." She smiled maniacally.
“Who are you?” Kyle was still shocked at her behavior. "Is this who you've always been, or did you change?"
"This is me, darling. I never needed to kill you before, so I didn't, but honestly, if I'd known sooner about the trust your father left you, I’d have killed you years ago.”
“Did you kill him?” Casey asked.
She shook her head, growing tired of the questions.
"Of course I did, don't be stupid. Now drink or take a bullet, the choice is yours, and your time is running out.
" Panic set in, and Casey's hand started to tremble as he screwed the top of the plastic bottle.
He looked over at Kyle, who was holding his arm and trembling as well.
Then things changed suddenly, completely, and forever.
Bram came crashing through the window and slammed into their mother's side, knocking her against the bed, and the gun went flying out of her hand.
Casey screwed the top back on the bottle and tossed it onto the bed.
"She was going to poison us, Bram, or shoot us. She gave us a choice." Kyle blurted.
“I was simply trying to defend myself; they threatened me.” She feigned a feeble tone, tried to stand, but Bram silenced her with a backhand that left her unconscious on the floor.
“I shouldn’t have left you, I’m sorry.” He gathered them into his arms and just held them. “We found Brad and Hank; you won't have to worry about them ever again." They buried their heads in his chest and did not ask any questions.
"What about her?" Casey asked, pulling back just a mere inch, not wanting to get too far from Bram. Just then, Truce stepped through the broken window.
“I’ll take care of her.” He said. “Why don’t you take the SUV and head home. You should be with your beloveds; they need you, Bram, and you need them." He tossed Bram the keys.
“Thank you.”
“No problem.”
They were on their way to the Chateau in minutes.
Bram helped them into the SUV, and they were quickly on the road.
The Chateau was about twenty minutes from the Lodge, and Bram made it in just over ten.
He saw their looks when he entered the outer gates, then the main gates, and it was nice to see wonder and excitement replace the fear and dread.
"This is the vineyard and the winery?" Kyle asked, staring out the window at the vast fields of tended vines.
“This is the Old Mission Coven home of the Cabot Winery. This is our home, and these are our people." Bram told them and reached over to take their hands in his. “I’ll introduce you around tomorrow. The Master would like to meet and welcome you.”
“This beautiful place will be our home?” Casey asked.
“This beautiful place is your home.” Bram corrected and parked the SUV in the lot behind the Chateau. "Our quarters are on the third floor. It's nice and comfortable and provides a lovely view of the land.”
They exited the SUV and headed inside. Bram gave them a brief tour so they would feel comfortable, then headed up to their quarters on the third floor. He entered and switched on the lights. They followed him in and closed the door behind them.
“Your belongings from your place in Ann Arbor will be arriving tomorrow afternoon. Two extra bedrooms can be used as your offices and workspace. If you need anything more than that, just let me know, I will take care of it."
"All I need right now is you, Bram. This weekend has been a nightmare except for the parts you occupied." Casey commented sweetly.
“If you don't fuck me and claim me soon, I think I may explode." Kyle was a little blunter about his needs.
"We can't have that happening now, can we?
" Bram teased. “Bedroom’s that way.” He gestured down the hall, and both Casey and Kyle began stripping off their clothes, a sight Bram relished as he did the same.
He would claim them tonight, mark them as his own.
It was a huge responsibility, and one he was eager to take on.
This would be perfect and fulfilling, marking the completion of their bond and their entry into the paranormal life.
They were smart, funny, and loyal, the three things Bram loved most in a person, and beautiful besides.
He was a lucky man, and at only two hundred and ten, he was fairly young and would have many centuries with his two beauties.
Twins, who would have thought that Fate would gift him with not one love but two, life was wonderful.
They moved toward the bed as Bram removed his remaining clothes.
They sat on the edge and watched him, their eyes taking in everything, and their longing was apparent.
Bram stood still, allowing them to look for a few seconds, and then moved very slowly and deliberately toward them.
Each move was calculated for maximum effect, and their eyes lit up with excitement.
“Now, Bram, take us now." Casey cried softly and turned, presenting his lovely round as an enticement. Kyle stroked his hard, leaking cock rapidly and closed his eyes for a moment.
"We're ready, Bram, ready for everything." He opened his eyes and captured Bram's gaze. "Everything." Casey looked back over his shoulder, arched his back, spread his legs, and echoed Kyle's statement.
Bram plucked a tube of lube off the side table and liberally covered his hands, and then tossed the tube to Kyle, who did likewise and then scooted back on the bed and began preparing himself. He plunged his fingers deep, panting and squirming, stretching himself. It was stunning to watch.
Casey reached back and started fingering himself seductively, moving and pressing his fingers ever so slightly inside.
Their hunger was palatable, as was Bram's.
He positioned himself behind Casey, taking hold of his hips and lifting him up onto his toes.
He moved forward slowly, barely letting his heated cock touch his sweet entrance.
Casey tried to move back to feel more of the press and burn, but Bram stopped him, holding him firmly.
"Relax, honey, let me do this." His voice was deep and rough.
He wanted to plunge inside and stake his claim, but he wanted this to be just right and a perfect memory of their bonding.
He spread the lubricant around his tight hole and pressed hard.
His thumb popped inside, and he started working, stretching, and preparing, then inserted another finger, then another.
Casey was panting hard and clutching the bedspread in his fists.
Bram watched Kyle pleasuring himself, and he became so hard it was painful. Bram knew he wasn’t going to last much longer, so he removed his fingers and thrust inside Casey, going to the base.