Love Potion: A Valentine's Day Charity Anthology

by Graceley Knox

  My customers were going to love this.

  Spectre moved his mouth to the side of my jaw, kissing his way toward my ear and nibbling my lobe before he finally ran his tongue along the pulsing vein in my neck. When he bit down, I felt only an instant of sharp pain from his fangs before my blood was flooded with vamp pheromones. Pure pleasure radiated out from my throat, as vibrant and wild and hot as what was coming from my cunt.

  I felt my knees start to give when Caine stood back up and wrapped his arm around my waist, keeping me upright. Argent was there on my other side, shaft in hand, that beautiful silver glitter that his skin naturally cast dancing on the black kitchen cabinets.

  Hex hadn’t moved from his spot on the other side of the kitchen island, almost like he was afraid to, like he wasn’t sure what he would do. Part of me wanted to go over to him, encourage him, coax him into joining us. But the rest of me wasn’t sure I’d make it two steps before I collapsed. The pleasure was too much, taking over me with the bright, colorful fingers of magic to help it on its way.

  “Should we move to the bedroom?” Argent asked, lids heavy over his charcoal eyes. As Spec drew back from my neck, licking blood from his lips, I moved forward and kissed the fae prince hard on the mouth, tasting him and leaning in so that my breasts pressed against the hardness of his midsection. He took me in his arms as Caine stepped back and unbuttoned his pants.

  Oh, it was about to get seriously witching dirty in here.

  Argent undid his own pants and then slid his big hands under my ass, lifting me up and encouraging me to wrap my legs around him. I knew the drill; I’d done this before. But holy crap, I was sweating, and there was so magic in the air I could taste it, a strange mix of floral and metallic. It coated my tongue as I leaned in an kissed Argent with a fierce desperation that encouraged him to drop his hand between us, find my opening, and thrust deep into the slick heat.

  We both moaned as our bodies came together, his shaft filling me all the way to my core. He couldn’t get any deeper; I couldn’t be any tighter. At least that’s how it felt until Caine moved up behind me, nibbling his way along my shoulder. There was a roughness in the way he slid his fingers into my mouth, two at a time, lubing them up for what I knew he was going to do with them.

  Caine slid them from my mouth, a small string of saliva hanging briefly in the air for a moment before it broke, and he moved the tip of one to my ass. I made a small sound as Argent kissed me harder, the tightness in my core intensifying as Caine’s first, and then second finger slid in. We were pros at this. Spells, I’d been married to three men for a while now. We’d had plenty of practice making threesomes and foursomes work.

  But fivesomes … we’d have to work on that.

  My werewolf husband worked me with his fingers until I was ready, trading them out for the thickness of his shaft, already lubed up and ready. Yeah, we kept lube in the kitchen drawers. I’m not going to lie about that.

  Spectre leaned against the counter beside us, working himself with his hand while he watched Argent and Caine move their hips against me, one on either side. All I could do was relax into the magic, the pleasure, let them hold me up and work my body with practiced familiarity.

  Hex had migrated around the center island, and I think, despite his hesitations, the magic was pulling him toward us. It was hard to resist—especially if you already wanted what was being presented to you. And I wanted to believe that he wanted me the way I wanted him.

  Working my body against Caine and Argent, I helped them both to the edge of climax, and then denied it to them. Pushing against Argent’s chest, I silently encouraged them both to let me down. I felt woozy, ridiculously light-headed as I made my way over to Hex and stood there staring into his orange eyes.

  Dropping to my knees, I took his shaft in my fingers, wrapping them around the base of tattooed cock and leaning in to press my lips to the tip. He hissed, this sharp sound that made the hair on the back of my neck prickle. He might be a half-witch, but Hex was also half-demon, and demons were dangerous. Monster taught me that.

  I gathered the free floating magic in the room around me, using it to pull my other mates closer, until they were standing in a circle around me. And then I pulled a very witchy trick on them. Using the darkest, deepest core of my power, I created a circle of magic and slid phantom hands down the shafts of my three husbands.

  And oh, if you’ve never had a magic hand-job, you’re so missing out.

  My power flared hot and bright, and I could, through my magic, feel the hot heat of their shafts as I worked Hex with my mouth. The way his fingers teased my hair, I could tell he was holding back, and I didn’t like it. I wanted more from him. So I took him deeper into my mouth, scraping my teeth ever so gently along the length of shaft. He rewarded me with an involuntary buck of his hips, and a moan he couldn’t quite hold back.

  Releasing Hex, I switched my magic hands over to his dick and took Spectre in my real hand instead, sliding him into my mouth and flicking my eyes up to meet his. Those lavender irises were mostly obliterated by his pupils, dilated with blood lust and well, lust lust.

  Working my mouth up and down Spec’s shaft, I used one of my other hands to tease his balls, squeezing him in my suddenly sweaty palm and knowing I wasn’t going to last much longer myself.

  Hex surprised me by kneeling down behind me and grasping my hips in his hands, pulling me toward him. I let out a small groan that got lost around Spectre’s dick, waves of heat working their way through me as I closed my eyes and felt my new half-demon lover position himself at my opening.

  Before he thrust in and obliterated any last vestiges of thought I had, I dropped my phantom magic hands and motioned the other boys toward me. I could use my real hands on them, my mouth on Spectre, and let Hex give me an orgasm from behind. Fucking genius.

  I seriously needed to reread “Groupie”. The main character in that one, Lilith, holy shit but she knew how to handle a sixsome with ease. Not that I needed to know how to add an extra guy into this. Right?

  Monster briefly flickered in my mind, and I felt my magic flicker out like it was searching for him. I could almost imagine my power wrapping her dirty fingers around his cock and working him while I worked these other men. Hex thrust deep, his balls teasing my clit with the movement. Ripples of climax drove through my body in waves, making my muscles clench and spasm in the best possible way. I wasn’t going to make it long before I collapsed into a heap on the floor and fell into a post coitus bliss.

  Hex was pretty damn skilled, though I was loathe to admit it, and he thrust hard and deep and steady, taking me past that point of uncomfortable pseudo-pleasure that comes just before the orgasm. Spectre’s release coated my tongue as he came, and he pulled away, but I wasn’t done, not yet. No, I took Caine into my mouth next, letting Hex drive into me with enough force that he moved my lips along the werewolf’s shaft.

  Argent was the next to come, spilling himself on the back of my nightie. Well, that was done for. Have you ever tried getting cum out of silk? Doesn’t happen easily. Hmm. Didn’t I have a spell for that?

  I didn’t have the brain power left to get distracted, instead choosing to focus on Caine and Hex. Surprisingly, my orgasm came next, rippling through me and into the demon asshole behind me. He kept going though, working me until I didn’t have the energy to hold onto Caine, my palms collapsing to the kitchen floor, my breasts swinging with each thrust of Hex’s hips.

  Caine worked himself while he watched me collapse fully into the floor, unable to hold myself up at all anymore. And when I came, it was messy and probably not as pretty as I’d have liked it to be. I felt another release uncoiling from nearby, that burst of sexual energy I could feel with my witchy senses. But I was too disoriented to figure out who it was.

  Instead, I sat up and grabbed Caine around the base of his shaft, finding his tip with my mouth and working him until he came hard against my tongue. I swallowed and sat back as he let himself slide to the floor with a cur
se that sounded so much sexier because of his accent.

  When I glanced back, I found Hex resting against the cabinets and staring at me.

  It wasn’t the first time he’d been around me and my husbands, but I could tell he was still getting used to it. Our eyes met, and I forced a smile. I got a very small one back.

  “Shall we finish these bath bombs then?” Argent asked, reaching out a hand to help me to my feet. The way he looked at my nightie, I could tell he was admiring his handiwork. Asshole. “Maybe after you change first?” I smacked him in the chest, but he caught my wrist and pulled me close, giving me a kiss on my cheek. “Happy Valentine’s Day, beautiful,” he whispered as I caught sight of the clock. It was three o’clock on the dot, the witching hour.

  Ripples of power flickered through me, but I didn’t think much about it.

  Until the next morning, that is.

  The next morning, I took the guys’ offer in stride and stayed home for a few hours of relaxation. I hadn’t realized how much I needed it as I sat my admittedly sore body in one of the living room chairs and sipped tea laced with a special spell to calm the nerves and relax the mind. That was the life of a witch: even the most mundane things were teased with magic.

  Flickers of last night played in my memory, and I smiled.

  I’d needed to feel like Hex was going to be a part of the family, and for the first time, it seemed like this might really work.

  After I finished my tea, I padded into the surprisingly clean kitchen and decided that having four husbands was a serious goddamn blessing. One of them had taken the kids to school and daycare, one had cleaned up, the other had gone to ready the shop for opening, and … well, I wasn’t sure what they’d put Hex up to (probably organizing more t-shirts), but I appreciated the effort. And I’d make it up to them, that was for sure.

  I checked the freezer and found a tray of dick-shaped bath bombs that must’ve been forgotten. Plucking one of the glittery black shapes from the mold, I hit the upstairs bath and the massive copper clawfoot tub. As soon as I was done here, I’d head to the shop and help take on the horde of customers.

  With a snap of my fingers, I lit all the candles in the room at once and sunk my aching body into the water, intending to uh, draw on last night’s memories for my own pleasure when the bath bomb begins to fizz … and magic pours out of it in a wave.

  With a shriek, my naked ass is out of that tub and staring down at the crackle of energy across the surface of the water. The signature in the spell reeks of me, Caine, Spectre, Argent, Hex … and Monster. My lips curve into a severe frown as I dip a single finger into the water to test the spell. It’s transformative, lustful, a perfect storm of heat and want and need.

  Also, when I bring it to my lips, it tastes like incubus.

  “Son of a witch,” I curse, snatching a black bath towel and stumbling into the master bedroom to grab my phone. I dial up Spectre and bounce up and down on my tip toes until he answers it.

  “Happy Valentine’s Day, babe,” he says, and that deliciously naughty rockstar voice of his sends warm little flutters of lust zinging through me. The thing is, I don’t have time to play phone sex games with him, much as I’d like to.

  “We have a problem with the bath bombs,” I said, my voice exploding in a rush. As I was talking, I was putting together the pieces of the puzzle. Orgy in the kitchen, lots of magic, infected bath bombs. Our wild sex had literally seeped into the product. I might be a witch, and immune to my own spell, but I could taste the transformative nature of the cantrip, and it was scaring me. “Please tell me you haven’t sold any yet.”

  “Well, we just opened, and I’ve got a huge line …” Spec trailed off, and I could hear the hubbub of a full shop. Our busiest day of the freaking year with hordes of humans and supernaturals alike desperate for a taste of romance—or at least sex—on a last minute shopping spree. “I’ve only sold one so far.”

  “Holy flipping witch hats,” I groaned, leaning against the wall and trying to figure out how Monster’s signature had been added to the spell. I’d confront him when I headed down to the shop. “Don’t sell anymore, and see if you can’t find that customer and get it back from him.”

  “I’ll try,” Spec said, and I recognized the very distinct ding of my vintage cash register. “But I’m not making any promises.”

  “And don’t sell anymore penis bath bombs,” I said, slipping into a tight, black dress and snatching a witch hat off the hook near my bedroom door, and grabbing a broom.

  Cars were fast; flying was faster.

  Spec was waiting for me when I dropped down into the employee parking lot and hopped off my broom, snatching it in one hand and holding my hat in place with the other. My vampire husband was dressed in tight black jeans, a loose-fitting tank, and plenty of fucking ink.

  In short, he was gorgeous.

  And yet, I could only appreciate his dark hair and lavender eyes for a moment.

  “The guy is long-gone. I had Caine follow his scent for as long as he could, but he took one of the bridges and we lost him over the running water.” Spec shrugged his muscular shoulders as I cursed so colorfully that tiny purple-pink sparkles flittered in the air in front of my lips, decorated with bats and cats and other witchy things. It was a strange side-effect of my magic sometimes. “But his scent is still lingering in the store. Maybe we could cast a spell and get a location on him?”

  I nodded, pausing as I noticed Monster watching us from the back balcony. His skin was ebony-black, like a night sky devoid of stars, and his hair was as white as snow. Those copper eyes of his glinted in amusement as he stared down at me.

  “Come here,” I said, crooking a finger. He looked for a moment like he might defy me just for the sake of it, but thought better of it and hopped down. He launched himself right over the balcony railing and landed beside me like it was no big thing. “The bath bombs we made last night are tainted with extra magic,” I spat, and yet he still stared at me like he had no clue what the fuck was happening. “There’s a transformation spell embedded in them.” Still, nothing but that slightly bemused and horribly wicked gaze of his. “And it tastes like incubus.”

  “Grace,” Argent said, appearing at the back door with a look of pure frustration on his fine, fae features. “Your mother, on behalf of the coven, just called. There’s an incubus attacking and eating people in the downtown area.”

  I gave Monster a hard look.

  “I may or may not have some incubus blood in my body,” he purred, touching one of the white tattoos on his arm. I knew better though. Those were not fucking tattoos. The aphrodisiac contained in just one drop of the glittering pheromones there could wipe my mind and essentially turn me into Monster’s sex slave for a day. “And I may or may not have watched you all fucking through the window while I touched myself.” He shrugged his massive shoulders, and I punched him in the pec before I could stop myself.

  I very narrowly avoided touching one of his tattoos, and cursed myself under my breath.

  “So somehow, you’re telling me that our magic, and your magic, got into a bath bomb and turned a human into an incubus?”

  “I haven’t the foggiest,” he said, clearly unconcerned with the fact that there was a human-turned-incubus killing (and probably fucking) people in downtown Seattle. “What do you want me to do about it?”

  “Uh, you’re coming and helping us fix the problem,” I said, and I almost reached down and grabbed his hand. Instead, I jerked back at the last moment and paused as Hex came out the back door, lugging a heavy trash bag with him. He raised his brows but he also smiled at me. That was a good sign, right? We were making progress. I mean, sex with him was easy, that was good. But it was the relationship bit we really needed to work on. “And you.” I gestured in his direction and hoped my apprentice, Mahou, was inside to run the store because I was taking all the guys with me.

  Wrangling an incubus was never easy, and it was going to be even harder this time because I wasn’t willing to
kill this one. No, he was a human who’d been caught in the wrong spell, a spell that was entirely our fault.

  “Grab the ivory net,” I told Argent, tapping the handle of my broom against the pavement and letting the charms in the bristles jangle merrily. “And let’s get hunting.”

  Typical. My Valentine’s Day was going to spent hunting demons instead of dining out.

  Figured.

  Chapter4

  “He Definitely Doesn’t Need an Erectile Dysfunction Spell”

  Hex

  I felt like a total tool, but I had no idea what I was doing. I wasn’t a member of Coven Apothecary; I hadn’t grown up hunting demons. Fuck, I was a demon. This all just felt sort of … wrong.

  Using some of my own blood, I drew a spell circle on what used to be the lobby of an apartment building. At this point, it was in ruins.

  “Incubi are like, what, sex demons or something?” I asked as I finished up a containment spell by placing black candles at all four points of the pentagram, and then walking the circle with a small glass vial of white liquid that I didn’t ask about. Did not want to know what was in it, thank you very much. Probably cum, like, let’s be honest here.

  “Sex demons? As if that’s a standard classification,” Monster snorted, watching me from across the room. He didn’t look to be doing a damn thing to help round up this wild incubus fuck. Why should he? Apparently he was part incubus himself. Also, he was a serious asshole. Like, I’d always assumed I was the biggest asshole in the room at all times. Pretty sure this guy took the cake. Oh, and supposedly we were brothers?

  Not that I gave a shit. I’d wished my non-existent father would drop dead my entire life. Knowing who he was didn’t make me hate him any less. And it didn’t make me want a half-brother.

  I backed up from the circle and waited for Grace and Caine to come back; the werewolf was sniffing down our human-turned-demon target while the rest of us waited here. I guess being ‘allowed’ to cast this spell circle was Grace putting her faith in me, trusting me. Argent acted like I’d been blessed by the goddess above.