Hecate's Spell

by Lacey Carter Andersen

  Climbing out of the water, I feel strange. I thought we’d come here to save Andros. Instead, it seems, we are also trying to build a new life. But can we even do that when we haven’t left the ghosts of our past behind?

  18

  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, explodi
ng 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.

  I wrap my breasts around him and begin to slide him in and out of the valley between my breasts. Each time he thrusts completely through, he ends up with his tip in my mouth. I suck him, I lick him, and he makes sounds akin to a man being tortured, but we both know this is the sweetest kind of torture. When he comes again, a silent thrill overwhelms me as I suck him clean again, then wait to see if he’ll harden again.

  The virgin bastard does. And fuck, I love the sight of him erect.

  I sit up, staring down at the big gargoyle, hard again, and at my mercy beneath me.

  My gaze jerks to a movement, and I realize Blaise is not only awake, but stroking himself as he watches us. The sight of the handsome phoenix with his fist wrapped around his cock, rapidly going up and down as he stares at my naked breasts, is overwhelming.

  “Come here,” I say.

  Blaise freezes. Orion looks in his direction. I remove the rest of my dress, then lie back on Orion, my back on his chest. He surprises me by grasping my breasts from behind and playing with the peaks like he’s an expert. His mouth finds my neck, and he begins to suck a slow trail down.

  Blaise undresses and comes to stand at the foot of our bedding. I coax him to come closer with my finger, and he kneels between our legs.

  “Let’s show him what to do,” I say.

  Blaise’s eyes flash golden, and he lies down on top of me.

  It’s strangely warm, strangely perfect, sandwiched between them. Blaise kisses my lips and allows Orion to continue stroking my breasts. But the phoenix knows what he’s doing when he reaches between us, parting my pussy, and begins to stroke my wet folds. I gasp and grasp his shoulders. He grins against my lips and begins to work me harder.

  I’m surprised when Blaise plucks one of Orion’s hands from my breasts, and then I feel his fingers join Blaise’s in my folds.

  “Feel how wet she is,” Blaise whispers against my lips, then pushes his fingers inside of me.

  I moan.

  Orion shifts beneath me. “Is that good? Do you like that?” He sounds unsure.

  Blaise is working my clit. Orion has those big fingers pushed inside of me. I break from Blaise’s kiss. “Yeah, it feels good. Just, move them the way you’d move your dick inside of me.”

  He begins to plunge two fingers inside of me. Slow at first, then faster. I squirm between them, feeling overwhelmed. Needing to release.

  And then Blaise’s fingers drop from my clit, and I feel him press near my ass. My heartbeat picks up as he eases one finger inside of me. He takes it slow, and every hair on my body stands on end as he eases deeper and deeper, inch by inch. When he reaches as far as he can, he pulls back, and I draw in a deep breath, before he plunges back in at the same time as Orion.

  I cry out.

  Orion freezes beneath me. “Did that hurt?”

  “No.” I shudder. “It feels so damned good.”

  Orion continues plunging in and out of my wet, aching body.

  Blaise adds another finger, and then another finger. I feel like I’m losing control when Blaise finally pulls out of me. I’m gasping in breath. Confused. Missing his expert fingers. He pulls back Orion’s hand, and then he turns me around.

  Orion and I lock eyes, and then he starts to kiss me, long and hard.

  I feel Blaise, and jerk in surprise when I feel him shove the top of Orion’s cock into my pussy. Orion makes a sound of need beneath me, and then I sink down on top of him. It’s honestly strange. His length, his girth, they fill me up so tightly that it’s bordering on uncomfortable. If I wasn’t so damned wet, so damn crazed with desire, I think I would’ve pulled him right back out.

  But he comes to his hilt and stops. We’re panting against each other’s lips.

  Blaise is suddenly pressing his cock into my ass, and I turn slightly to watch him. His face is a mask of desire, and he spreads me with his big hands, sinking inch by inch deeper. He holds my gaze as he does so, hesitates when I wince, then presses on when I start to wiggle under him. When he’s fully inside of me, he reaches down and grabs my arms.

  He pulls me back, using my arms to tilt me so that I’m even more open to them. My breasts are in front of Orion’s face, and he reaches up and cups them as Blaise begins to fuck me. Hard. He uses my arms to make me bounce between the two of them, so I take both Orion and Blaise at once, and the sensation is unbelievable. Orion groans and comes beneath me, filling my pussy with his seed.

  But Blaise and I keep going, and to my shock, Orion grows hard again.

  I’m crying out their names, first one and then the other, coming down harder and harder as I get closer and closer to my orgasm, and then I come, screaming. And it’s like nothing I’ve felt in my life. Their hands are everywhere. Their dicks fill me to completion, and my body is like a live wire between them. My orgasm strikes me over and over again, so that I’m only distantly aware of Blaise shouting my name and exploding into my ass, and Orion’s hands tightening on my breasts as he comes...again.

  And then Blaise releases my arms, and I collapse between them.

  We’re all panting. My breathing fills my ears.

  “Are you...you sure that spell wasn’t a love spell?” Blaise asks behind me.

  I try to shake my head, but it barely moves. “It was just supposed...supposed to help us get closer.”

  “Well, it did that,” Orion says softly.

  I lift my head and look at Orion. “I didn’t trick you into this. I didn’t--”

  “I know.” He strokes my face and holds my gaze. “I wanted this. I’ve just been focused on saving my brother for so long, it was all I thought about. When he said he’d taken you as a lover, and that you were the woman we’d share, I felt...left out. We were supposed to fall for a woman together, not like this.”

  It hurts my heart to hear the suffering in his voice. “This relationship isn’t going to be a traditional one, even by gargoyle standards. It’s strange. Hell, Andros’s soul is probably watching this all from the shadows of the tunnels, wishing he could join us. But the best thing we can do is give this a chance. One thing I’ve learned in this place is that you have to enjoy the good things when you can.”

  Orion leans forward and presses a gentle kiss to my lips.

  Blaise sighs behind me and shifts, and I gasp. “Ready for another round already?” he asks, his voice husky.

  Hell, I want to say no, but the truth is I want to see what else the two of them can do.

  “I’m ready if you are.”

  The two men harden inside of me, and a shudder rolls through my body. Do phoenixes get hard fast too? Hell, I’m not read
y for three men with sexual appetites like this.

  Or maybe I am. And maybe this trip to the surface won’t be as bad as I thought...

  19

  Orion

  As Hecate sleeps, sandwiched between Blaise and I, I let my thoughts turn over. I had spent years upon years angry and desperate, searching for my brother. Death is a difficult thing to handle when, as immortals, it’s not something we have to face often. However, the mysterious circumstances of his death made it not just a hard thing, but an obsession to discover the truth.

  And yet, it’s more than that. When he died, I lost all purpose. I lost all joy.

  Being around Hecate is like stepping into the sunlight. It should’ve been a good thing, but instead I have the strangest desire to hide back in the shadows. It feels like I’m risking something more precious than my life by getting mixed up with her.

  It’s true I’d never liked witchcraft. I’d heard too many stories about the awful things humans did when they acquired powers like that. But if I’m honest with myself, that’s not the reason I was reluctant to let down my guard with her. Yes, it was because I was a little hurt Andros had selected a mate without me. But it was also because a tiny part of me thought that she would abandon us once she was free.

  If she did so, I’d need to pull my brother together. Blaise and I would have to give him a purpose and fold him into our Brotherhood so that he didn’t fall into despair. But how could I do that if I was missing her too?

  I glance down at her beautiful face, so innocent in sleep.

  Damn it. I think it’s too late for me already.

  I feel a breeze move over me and I stiffen. Why the hell do I feel like my brother is encouraging me to care for Hecate? Why the hell do I feel like he’s pushing us together? It’s strange, but just the notion eases some of the tension inside of me. I only wish I knew for certain that this woman is ours forever.

  But, I guess, there are some things worth the risk. And falling in love with the woman my brother already loved? It was probably the least risky thing I’d done in years.