Beasts in Winter

by Heather Rainier

  Bestiale laughed out loud, a rare sound, and then was embraced by his brother and their ladylove.

  “As for you, Malcolm Ténèbres, there is no healing your black, greed-infested heart.”

  Evidently freed enough to use his voice, Ténèbres said, “Lady, I don’t know who or what you are, but I am the one who is wronged here. She is my fiancée—”

  “Was,” Angel butted in. “What you are is a lying, cheating, money-grubbing bastard.”

  Malcolm struggled in the thrall. “Honey, if you had just given me a chance to explain—”

  “Hush,” the fae snapped. “I’ve watched you, Ténèbres. I know what you are, and I agree with Angel’s assessment. Angel will tell you what will happen to all that money you’ve drooled over all these months, and then I’ll tell you what punishment is going to befall you.”

  “Punishment? You don’t have the right! I want my lawyer—”

  The fae enchantress lifted a hand in the air and flicked it in his direction, and a snowball clogged his mouth. “You don’t know when to shut up, do you?”

  Sounding a little steadier, Angel said, “I was never going to keep the money, Malcolm. It changed everything when relatives, people who we thought were friends, and others began coming out of the woodwork with various worthy causes and urgent financial burdens. And for a long time I denied that you were just like them. I convinced myself you truly did love me.”

  Malcolm tried to speak over the snowball but only managed to turn a darker shade of red.

  “Except for a small stipend for me and for Uncle Harrison, the inheritance and all it entails is being put in a trust and will be divided among several educational charities and scholarship programs for vocational schools. You would never have seen a penny of that money, even if you had managed to talk my money-grubbing stepmother into marrying you.”

  Malcolm let out a howl and struggled to flail around, which the fae enchantress allowed to a certain point, obviously amused by his childish behavior. She tapped an elegant fingertip against her chin.

  “Hmmm…Angel, you have given me an excellent idea. But there’s no reason to hold you three up any longer. To see you together is to know that you understand true love. Bestiale, Charmeur, I lift the curse—which I admit was a bit capricious on my part—and I bless the union of your family. Live in peace and happiness.”

  With a flick of her wrist, a cloud of fragrant red rose petals swirled around them, and the fae enchantress added, “Bestiale, I think your mother must be well pleased. Go now to fulfill your union as you desire. Summer will return, and the others will greet you in the morning. I will keep Fleur with me, as she is, just a little bit longer.”

  “Later, mes frères,” Fleur called in the telepathic channel, her tail whipping to and fro as the enchantress whispered to her, making her giggle.

  The enchantress glared down at Malcolm Ténèbres, who gaped at the magical vortex swirling around Bestiale and Charmeur.

  Charmeur closed his eyes, reveling in the changes he could feel happening in his body. Unlike when she had cursed them, this transition wasn’t painful. The fur and fangs receded and then vanished, leaving a curious void. Had he grown that accustomed to them? And he felt curiously naked even though he wore clothing.

  “Bestiale, Charmeur. It’s…is it you?”

  He opened his eyes and watched as the same changes happened to his brother, his face furless and fully visible for the first time in a very long time.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Bestiale stared at his bare hands, thinking how long it had been since he’d looked down at them with something other than revulsion. The claws had been useful for running and hunting down prey but good for little else—and downright detrimental for touching Angel. Calluses from work were still there on his palms and the bridge of flesh at the base of his fingers, and the fingernails were those belonging to a man, not a beast.

  He studied Angel’s face as she stared at him, searching for traces of disappointment. “Hello, mon ange,” he murmured, noticing the lack of impediment from the fangs. “Do I please you?”

  His speech also came easier than before. The enchantress must’ve healed the damage that had been done to his voice the day the curse had been placed on them. He could no longer think of it as the day Charmeur had attacked him because, moments before, Charmeur had been willing to die in his place.

  Angel’s dark eyebrows arched, and she blinked. “Do you please me? Do you please me? You’re alive, silly, and the curse is ended! Of course you please me!” She threw herself into his arms, reaching for Charmeur, as well. Bestiale was careful as always to avoid tripping on his long tail and then recalled he no longer had one and burst into full glorious laughter.

  “What’s so funny?” Angel asked as he lifted her into his arms and walked down the avenue of statues, Charmeur at his side.

  “Nothing at all, my love. Just envisioning a new start without certain…impediments.”

  Noticing a shift in her expression, he halted in his tracks. Had she changed her mind about staying with them? Was the change in their appearance too disorienting? Could he blame her if it was?

  She twined her hands together as she took in the garden vista from the terrace and then smiled at him. “I know I’m where I should be right now, but my uncle…my friends…I feel as though I have no right to this happiness.”

  Bestiale turned with her in his arms so he could gaze out over the garden. “We will remember him here, somehow, ange. We will find a way to honor him and the way he cared for you.”

  “And your friends, Caresse and Elaina, too, chéri,” Charmeur murmured in a voice Bestiale had only heard in his head for much too long.

  A wide smile spread on Angel’s lips. “Your voice. It’s like in some of the dreams—or at least how I imagined it to be, I think. Call me your angel?”

  “Mon ange,” Charmeur murmured in a sultry voice just shy of a purr, making Angel giggle. He leaned forward and whispered to her, and although Bestiale couldn’t make out all of what he said, the flush in her cheeks told him the rest.

  “What did Charmeur tell you, mon ange?” Bestiale asked, his voice growing deeper as his need for her increased.

  “He told me there was no reason we couldn’t make our lovemaking fantasies come true now.”

  “Ah-ah,” Charmeur said, winking at her. “That’s not exactly what I said, ange.”

  “Okay, he told me that my beasts could now fuck me together the way I’ve desired. And that’s exactly what I want, Bestiale. Take me upstairs and make me all yours.”

  “Ours,” he replied softly to himself, and they both nodded in agreement.

  A freshly laid fire blazed in the fireplace when they arrived in the large suite at the top of the west tower, and the humidity of a recently drawn warm bath perfumed the air with the scents of eucalyptus and rosemary. He and his brother groaned when she made use of the castle magic and her gown and other coverings vanished from her lushly rounded frame.

  He spotted her silver hairbrush on the table nearby, and after she’d settled herself into the enameled tub, he gathered her long curling locks and began brushing the ends, gradually working his way up to her crown. Gooseflesh flickered over her skin, pleasing him that he drew such a response from her over such a simple thing.

  Charmeur rolled up the sleeves of his tunic and used the sea sponge to caress her calves and her feet and then took time massaging her until she relaxed against the backrest of the tub and closed her eyes. The water swirled around her, and occasionally she gave a slight moan or smiled as she turned her head and whispered, “Yes.”

  Coaxing her to stand, not wanting the tub to have all the fun, they lathered sea sponges with the finely milled soap and gently scrubbed her body from neck to feet before rinsing her.

  “We should bathe, perhaps?” Charmeur said once they had her out and dried and then chuckled as the magic of the castle swirled around them, divesting them of their clothing, bathing them instantly, and making the cho
re unnecessary.

  Angel bit her lip and then said, “I’m in a bit of a hurry, you see? The castle magic is so accommodating, don’t you think? Will it be this way tomorrow?”

  “I don’t know, ange. Perhaps we should try our hands at making some magic of our own? Hmm?” Charmeur murmured as he sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her into his lap and suckled playfully at her nipples, making her squeal.

  Bestiale didn’t waste a moment, going to his knees before her to spread her thighs wide, holding that silky flesh in hands that could no longer cut her to ribbons with an errant touch. “Such a luscious, beautiful little cunt, mon ange.” A loud moan escaped her when he stroked her pink clitoris with one callused fingertip and a pearl of her sweet juices escaped her opening, demonstrating her excitement and willingness.

  Her pussy glistened in the firelight, and Charmeur accommodated him when he lifted her hips so she balanced on his brother’s knee, with no choice but to let them do as they wanted with her.

  “Tonight, ange doux, tonight we will fuck you together. You’ll feel our cocks deep inside you. One in this delicious pussy,” Bestiale said in a husky voice before finally taking a taste of her with a flick of his tongue. “Mmmm, and the other buried in your tight little ass. My cock throbs at the thought of it, Angel.” He brushed his lower lip against her pussy and licked the sweet and tangy nectar of her from it and wanted more.

  She undulated between him and Charmeur as they feasted on her flesh, suckling at her nipples, her throat, the sensitive skin beneath her ears that produced more gooseflesh when they touched her there. And lower, between her thighs.

  Bestiale lifted her knees over his shoulders and held her buttocks in his palms as he stroked her over and over with his tongue until her body grew tense and her cries became strident and pleading. “Please! Oh please don’t stop!”

  Her tension grew as he rubbed his thumb against her rear opening, getting her used to the sensation of touch there. She gasped and arched against him, and Charmeur whispered, “Ange, have you ever taken a man there before?”

  “N-No. I had toys for when I was in the mood for anal play, but I’ve never trusted any man enough to allow it.”

  “You will allow us, yes?” Charmeur whispered in a teasing tone, delighted that she spoke of her previous life in the past tense.

  “Yes,” she replied with a soft giggle. “I trust you both. Just go slowly? You’re much bigger than my toys.”

  “We won’t hurt you, ma chère beauté,” Bestiale assured her before sucking her clit into his mouth and watching as her back bowed and the flush in her skin increased.

  She slid her fingers into his shoulder-length hair and moaned in ecstasy as he sucked at her clit again. Her rich essence flooded his tongue as her cries reached a rapturous crescendo, and she rubbed her pussy against his face until he was awash in her decadent scent. His cock threatened to burst as she finally stilled between them, and Charmeur was panting as if he’d run a race.

  I need you. More of you, she whispered into the telepathic link, and she grasped both of them, making clear what she craved.

  Bestiale pulled the furs and the velvet spreads down on the bed and moved into the center of it and pulled her with him, positioning her so she straddled his hips, facing him. “Charmeur and I will get you ready to take his cock in your ass.”

  She panted as she nestled against his chest and watched as Charmeur reached into the drawer of the table by the bed and returned with a small ceramic pot. “What is that?” she asked as he lifted the lid.

  “It is a plant oil that will make it possible for you to take his cock more easily.”

  “Oh. Lubricant.”

  “Yes, mon ange. You are familiar with it?”

  “Yes. I’ve used something like it before.”

  Bestiale smiled at her willingness to tell them personal details and returned Charmeur’s grin when she arched her back and willingly let him touch her tiny puckered opening while Bestiale steadied her with his hands on her hips, holding her lovely ass cheeks parted while Charmeur worked. She squirmed, and the rising flush in her cheeks returned. Her soft sigh of pleasure sent a sharp pang of lust to his thick and ready cock.

  She flexed her hips and then squeaked adorably as his brother evidently added a second finger to her preparation, but she didn’t pull away from the stimulation. No, instead she pushed back. Her wriggling rubbed her mound against his cock, and he stilled her rather than risking ending their fun too soon. She felt so good draped over him like that.

  With her bottom lip caught between her teeth, she kept her focus on his eyes, and her eyelids drooped and she shuddered.

  Charmeur growled softly behind her and murmured, “You like that, don’t you, ange doux? Such a sexy little pussy you have, so wet and so sweet. Take Bestiale’s cock while I watch.” His voice held a trace of steel in it, which Angel obviously liked, as her lips bowed up and she lifted slightly and rubbed her cunt against the throbbing head of Bestiale’s cock, teasing him until he saw stars and then startled a gasp from him when she flexed and tried to take him inside her.

  Her first attempt was unsuccessful, and the flush in her cheeks increased as she said, “You’re so big, Bestiale.”

  A cross between a growl and a moan emitted from Charmeur’s throat as she tried again, and then he reached for the small crock of oil again and said, “Show me your pussy, Angel, and I’ll make you nice and slick.”

  She giggled. “I’m already that, Charmeur. If you’re both that big I don’t know what I’ll do.”

  “We’ll make you hotter and slipperier and then fill you full with our cocks,” he replied. She moaned as he stroked more of the plant oil over her pussy and then pressed on her tailbone. “Take him, mon ange.” He punctuated the statement with a smack on her butt cheek, drawing a giggling squeal from her.

  Bestiale thought his head might burst, either of them, as Charmeur amused himself, smacking her buttocks with playful taps that reverberated through her to him. “Darling, your derriere loves a nice little spanking, doesn’t it?”

  “Mmmm…” she murmured, the smile widening on her lovely face as her eyelids slid closed. “Yes.”

  “Charmeur,” Bestiale ground out in a warning tone. “You’re testing my control.”

  Charmeur chuckled. “She is the one wiggling this lush ass at me. You would do the same, brother. Angel, have mercy on my brother.”

  Angel opened her eyes and leaned down to brush her lips against Bestiale’s and then tugged his lower lip between hers as she undulated her hips and levered her cunt against his cockhead, searching for the right angle. He broke out in a sweat, struggling to control the urge to thrust as his head slipped a fraction between her lips. He didn’t want to hurt her.

  “Ooooh.” Her succulent lips parted as she breathed in and out as she pressed down on him, her long dark red hair falling like a curtain all around him as her head fell forward. She trembled in his arms, and he groaned softly as she rubbed her opening against him, seeking to take him within her. Her back was slick with perspiration as he slid his hands down and cupped her ass cheeks.

  Charmeur was motionless behind her, lust glittering in his eyes and flushing his cheeks with ruddy color as he watched their bodies slowly unite. The sweltering heat of her slowly enveloping his rigid shaft was nearly his undoing. He stilled her hips when he felt she was taking more than she was comfortable with and gently pulled out and pushed in a couple of times, slicking his cock with her juices.

  “Mon amour, your sweet body is heaven to me,” he murmured, sliding his hands down to grasp her thighs and spread her so Charmeur could play, too. Somehow he managed to hold off the surging need for release as Charmeur worked with her bottom, applying more of the lubricant and stretching her rear opening.

  Her breathing turned to panting as Bestiale gently stroked in and out until his cock was nestled to the root, deep within and held excruciatingly tight by her slick walls. Such sweet torture.

  “Thank you,” she sa
id with a giggle as she rested against his chest, and he huffed a laugh, realizing he must’ve broadcast that thought within her hearing. He wondered at whether she could sense all his emotions—if she could tell the depths of his love for her.

  She lifted her head just enough to gaze up at him, and her smile made his chest swell until he thought his heart would burst.

  Eventually satisfied she was ready, Charmeur leaned forward to shift her hair over one shoulder and said, “I will go slowly, sweet Angel, but you are très delectable.”

  Bestiale stroked the back of her head and coaxed her once more to lay it on his chest so she could fully relax.

  Her pussy tightened around Bestiale’s cock as Charmeur drew close, kneeling between their legs, and positioned his cock at her ass. “Take me, mon ange?” he whispered.

  She nodded and inhaled and exhaled slowly as she tilted up to him a bit. Charmeur gently grasped her hips while Bestiale stroked her back soothingly, and she breathed in and out again as Charmeur began a slow thrusting rhythm against her opening, taking her ass by small fractions that tested Bestiale’s control as he tried to stay still within her.

  “Oh, Charmeur, it’s so…”

  “Tight,” Charmeur replied, his voice taking on a husky note.

  “And so…”

  “Hot,” Charmeur supplied, the tendons on his neck standing out in the flickering fire-lit shadows.

  “Yes,” she murmured. “Oh, slowly, it burns.”

  “Very slowly,” his brother replied.

  Her juices surged around Bestiale’s cock as she moaned and wiggled against him. “Oh, that is so fucking hot. I want you both so badly. I need to move!”

  “A bit more, mon amour,” Charmeur muttered in a voice gone deep and guttural as he stilled her with a hand on her tailbone.

  Gooseflesh broke out over her arms and back as she moaned ecstatically, “Yes, oh yes, Charmeur. That’s incredible!”

  Bestiale’s rapidly fraying control gave way as she began flexing in small experimental waves, moving between them in a sensual rhythm he had no choice but to join.