Chapter 18 – Hecate
HECATE
We finish eating, and I set my bowl down. The two men have been quiet since bathing. Too quiet. After years spent without any modesty, I hadn’t thought twice about bathing in front of them. But then they’d joined me, and a simple bath had turned into something else.
I won’t lie and say I didn’t enjoy watching them get undressed.
Both men are remarkably beautiful in entirely different ways.
Orion, so like Andros, is massive in all ways.
From his huge shoulders and arms, to his muscled chest and narrow waist, to a cock a size to easily rival his brother’s.
But Blaise? Hell, he is trim, strong, and corded with muscles.
His dick had been hard and eager even as he undressed, and for the first time in my life, I wanted to know what it would feel like to be sandwiched between two men.
It seemed they might want the same thing.
This whole course of events is so strange.
It’s like one moment all I thought about was getting free and helping lead Andros’s soul to the surface, but now I feel this clock ticking.
Andros deserves to come back to the land of the living and have everything he’s always wanted.
..which includes a family with his Brotherhood.
I want to give that to him, but I’m not sure how.
“I got it,” I say, surprising even myself.
Both men look at me.
I feel strangely small beneath their gaze. “Do both of you want to see if a relationship between all four of us could work?”
I’m relieved when they both nod.
“I think...I think I have a spell that could work.”
Blaise sets his bowl down. “What kind of a spell? Like a love spell?”
I frown. “No, it’s more like a spell that opens up the possibilities of love. Every time it works differently, depending on what’s keeping the people apart, but it doesn’t force anything that isn’t there.”
“A witch’s spell?” Orion asks the question, frowning and crossing his arms over his chest.
“Yes.” I hold his angry gaze. “I’m a witch, and I do spells. Time to get used to it, gargoyle boy.”
“I’m not a boy!”
I lift a brow. “Yet you’re afraid of a little spell.”
“Not afraid...I just…”
“He wants his brother to have to choose between you and him when he goes to the surface,” Blaise says, giving him a pointed look.
“You know that’s the last thing I want!” Orion says, and he truly sounds upset.
“So why not give it a shot?” Blaise asks, his voice softer. “I think we owe Andros that.”
I hold my breath.
Slowly, Orion nods. “I do...want to make things easier. I want to ignore whatever it is inside of me that doesn’t like this, any of this.”
“It’s settled then,” I say with a grin, then add on, “But it won’t make you ignore your instincts or anything, more like push past fears.”
The spell is a simple one. I go and gather a few leaves and twigs, and then scoop a little water in a bowl. Almost all spells need to use something to create magic. Everything comes from something, after all. Usually though, it doesn’t matter what those items are for lesser spells.
“Okay,” I say, sitting back down and releasing a slow breath.
“We ask the magic to assist with whatever is between us.” I struggle, suddenly unsure of the exact words but knowing the magic will find a way of doing what is needed.
“We ask that nothing be forced. That nothing be false. We only need the help of the magic to guide us to our rightful path.” I throw the twigs in first, and they vanish in a cloud of blue smoke.
I throw the leaves in, and they turn to golden smoke.
At last, I throw the water in, and it doesn’t even reach the wood before vanishing in a pale white smoke that drifts about the room in a lazy motion.
Orion looks freaked out.
Blaise looks fascinated.
Finally, the gargoyle says, “Is that it?”
I nod. “It isn’t like the movies. Magic isn’t this crack of lighting and boom of thunder, not usually. It’s more like...channeling the currents of magic and life all around us and harnessing them for our own benefits.”
Blaise nods. “Okay then. Let’s hope it helps.”
We exchange a smile, then clean up after dinner.
I lay down on my cloak. They snuggle into their sleeping bags, and we all lie down.
Through the flames, my gaze meets Orion’s.
He’s staring at me in the most curious way.
I glance away and force my eyes to close.
Whatever he might think of my use of magic, I don’t need to know. It’s late, and I’m tired.
I drift off to sleep and dream of three men touching me.
Andros is there. Not a shadow, not a lost soul, but a man.
He kisses me, then slides down between my thighs.
As he licks my heated core, Orion is suddenly there, kissing me and stroking my breasts.
When our kiss breaks, I find Blaise at my other side.
He takes control of my lips, and his hand strokes my belly.
I let a little moan slip as desire crashes over me. Is this what it would be like between us? The kind of pleasure most women could only dream about.
My eyes flutter open. I’m covered by a sleeping bag again, but as my sleepy mind starts to fade, I realize someone holds me, and that someone is hard and erect. I turn slowly around, and I’m face-to-face with Orion. He looks...confused. Maybe even shy.
“What...what do you want?” I whisper.
“I don’t know. What do you want?” He closes his eyes and clenches his fists. “I don’t know how to do this. I don’t know how to explore this...something between us.”
It’s strange. I haven’t thought about the beginning of my relationship with Andros in so long.
When he was a guard and I was his prisoner, it took him so long to even show that he was attracted to me.
In the beginning, I’d needed to make all the moves.
Why did I think anything would be different with Orion?
“Let me take the lead,” I whisper.
He nods.
I unbutton his shirt and run my hands along the skin of his chest and stomach.
At first he holds himself completely tense, but then he relaxes and I can feel his pleasure like the heat of the fire behind me.
I continue to stroke him lightly, then shift closer and trail kisses along his neck and throat.
Desire hums beneath the gargoyle’s skin, and I find the ache between my thighs growing harder and harder to ignore.
Then our mouths meet, and he reacts to my kiss. Our touch becomes harder and more intense. My heartbeat fills my ears. It’s strange how right this feels. How much I want to make this man come. How much I want to feel him inside of me.
I draw open his zipper, and he freezes. I stop, waiting, until he slowly relaxes.
It takes nothing at all to draw his massive, naked cock out of his pants.
But once I do, I realize the head of his dick is already damp with precum.
I stroke him gently, unhurriedly. He’s a virgin, but I don’t know how much experience he has other than sex.
I want this to be good for him. But it’s also important that he knows we can stop at any time.
He’s breathing hard, and then he begins to thrust into my hand.
A strange thrill goes through me. Could I be the first person to stroke him? Could I be the first person to wrap my lips around him?
I’m shaking when I sink beneath the blankets.
Hand still wrapped around him, I lick his tip, and he jerks, then lets out a soft groan.
I continue to lick him as I stroke down his massive length, then stop to cup his balls and rub them gently.
A shudder rolls through his body, and then I wrap my lips all the way around him.
His hand lightly comes to rest on the back of my hair, and I begin to suck him, up and down, starting slowly. Tasting him. Teasing him. Testing him.
“Fuck, Hecate,” he groans my name. “I’m going to...I’m gonna…”
I suck him harder and faster. That’s right, my big, sexy gargoyle. I want to make you come. I want to taste you.
His entire body tenses, and he comes, exploding into my mouth. I continue to suck him, tasting his sweet body. A strange addiction awakens inside of me. I could have this man for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. His taste is like heaven, and I want it to last forever.
He rolls onto his back, and I continue to suck him.
In my mouth, he grows hard once more, and I fondly think of Andros in the beginning.
One of the things that surprised me about him the most was that not only did he come easily as a man new to sex, he also got hard over and over again.
It made me feel like some kind of sex goddess to get him off so many times.
Orion whispers my name again, and I draw back the sleeping bag so I can look at him while I suck him.
His expression is filled with wonder, and I pull free from his cock, then begin to kiss down the side of it.
I press kisses over his chest, and he tentatively reaches down and runs his hands over the swell of my breasts.
I grin and draw my top off, and his gaze darkens.
He locks eyes with me as he reaches out and runs his thumb along my hard peaks.
I gasp, and he grabs my breasts, holding their weight in his hands.
I close my hands over his and show him how to hold me, how to touch me.
I press his fingers around my nipples and arch against him, and he follows his instruction like the most willing student in the world.
Then I move up higher and press that big cock of his between my breasts.
“Holy hell,” he mumbles, throwing his head back and digging his hands into my hair.