Chapter 5

Five

The wolves in front of me drop to the ground, as though the air has gained a hundred pounds.

The howling has stopped. Their bodies convulse and contract.

I don't hear bones breaking, but the sheer sight of the transformation has me gripping the smoking chalice and engaging the muscles in my legs.

No matter how much I want to, I can't go to them. There's nothing I could do, anyway. And if I get close right now, one of them could hurt me without even realizing it.

It's excruciating. I look at the antique clock behind them, watching the hands tick, praying for time to move faster, or the transformation to happen more quickly this time…

Thankfully, it does.

Less than eight minutes have elapsed before they're still.

More man than wolf, but not easily mistaken for either, their new forms are quite clearly supernatural. But when they look up, it's with their own eyes, and a clarity I doubt they had even with the potion I gave them.

Those intelligent eyes dart to the space behind me, and I look down, to where a quartet of ghostly gray wolves stand, shifting, waiting for command.

"Go play," I say, needing them gone with as little explanation as possible.

The spirits that had once taken hold on full moons, run through their former bodies and out into the night.

The doors slam closed behind them.

Now's the moment of truth. The point where I find out if they want to give me control…

I want it more than I thought I would.

And not for the reasons I expected.

Placing the chalice on the altar, I hurry to the tiny door set high in the mausoleum wall. It takes a heartbeat to open it. One more to retrieve the bottle of water resting in its protective cage beneath the full moon's light.

I say a dozen words over it as I go back to the altar, and wash the last of the spell to ash, swirling the remains to a cement like consistency… and it's done.

Then, there's nothing in the room to distract me from them .

Men within the masks of wolves.

Very hairy men, but…

"Have you made up your minds about the third part of the spell?" I ask, stepping toward them, eyes traveling down Joshua's very familiar body. "You've definitely got the ability."

I pause in front of Joshua, meeting his eyes before I let my own travel down him, to his very hard, very large cock.

He doesn't move, so I crook my finger and drag it up, along the underside of him. Biting my tongue as I smile at the way he twitches.

" Scarlette ," Joshua says my name with a warning growl, and they all flinch, startled by the word.

To be fair, I didn't know they'd be able to talk in this form either. But it's a delightful surprise.

"That's not a yes, Joshua. I need you to assure me that you understand what this would be. It's not a little fun in my greenhouse. Any and all of you who decide to partake of me tonight are signing a cosmic contract."

" We discussed it."

I don't know how he makes those words into growls, but somehow, he manages it.

"And?"

Johnny steps forward, pushing the other two to the side. " We're all in ."

I don't need to hide the smile now. If they think I'm self-satisfied, they'll already know why. "Good."

They crowd around me, Joshua growling something that makes me think this is a concentrated offensive. Makes me wonder if he had a plan coming into this and has set about orchestrating it.

If I was a more cautious witch, I'd probably be worried.

But I'm not a cautious witch.

Those witches wouldn't be anywhere near werewolves on a full moon—especially one as powerful as this.

Joshua comes for me first. If I didn't know what I do to him, it would feel like an attack.

Strong hands, sharp claws.

Clamped around my arms, he maneuvers me backward to the altar. My hips hit, and I keep my eyes locked with his as his pack run their hands over me, fingers hard pressure against my legs.

They lift me, and the room tilts a moment before my spine touches the soft fabric of the altar cloth.

" The real question…" Joshua says leaning close enough to nuzzle my collar bone and run his cold nose up my neck. " Is your heart set on being fucked by four men tonight?"

"Hecate yes."

Another growl echoes from his throat, and I know he's ordered his pack with that inaudible way they have of speaking.

Because Chase and Thomas move around the altar, and take hold of my arms, keeping me in place.

I look from them, down my body, to where Joshua waits to devour me.

His, long wet tongue licks me, covering my whole pussy.

When he pulls away, it's with a growl of approval, and only for a moment. Then his long tongue goes back to work on me—in me.

Another tongue, this one goes to work on my breasts, I can't open my eyes to figure out who it is. All I can do is feel .

This is what sex magic feels like.

That build. The desire…

The feeling of potential as my body overflows with the energy their touch courses through me. I open my eyes on a gasp as I feel the swollen head of a cock press against my entrance.

It doesn't surprise me that Joshua is the one who's going to fuck me first.

His human form got me high with his cock. In the middle of a spell, I know it won't take much for the same cock to make me come again.

Slick from the attention of his tongue and my own desire, he slides into me with ease I wouldn't have expected from a normal encounter and a cock that large.

He doesn't look anything like he did when he came for me yesterday, but damn, he's still sexy.

Sexier still when I remember the control he's handing over to me. He presses into me, further and further still with each stroke.

When I look up at him, there's a wicked look in those deep, soulful eyes…

What he's up to though—

"Oh fuck."

The knot.

Eyes screwed shut, I cry out, the sensation of that fullness…

And then, he pulls out with an inaudible pop.

My eyes fly wide, meeting his once more as he continues to work himself in and out of me.

It almost feels like the expression dancing across his eyes would be vocalized with an "oops" of feigned innocence.

But he's fully able to speak and keeps his lips… bared, not sealed.

"You wanted the wolf." There's a challenge in those words, so I squeeze down on him as tightly as I can.

It gets me a growling, toothy smile.

He pulls out of me again, and I don't recognize the sound that escapes my lips with it. And then he fucks me in an excruciating rhythm.

It's not to show the others how to do it… no one in this room is a virgin.

No, this is a display of dominance if I've ever seen one. He's reminding the three other men in the room that I'm his first and foremost… and they have to wait as long as he makes them.

It's cruel, but I'm enjoying it too much to gainsay him.

Maybe it's the fact that we aren't rutting like the animal he appears to be.

When he leans down, it's to bite me, and I buck beneath him, pressing myself more firmly to his next stroke.

He laughs, a warm breath over my skin. His tongue flicks over one nipple and then the other.

I drag in a ragged breath. "I thought you were going to let the others have a turn."

One eye twitching, his grip on me tightens, and then one hand releases, it trails down my abdomen until…

He presses a knuckle to my clit—I'm thankful he's not tearing at me with the claw—and I forget to scold him.

The pressure builds until I forget where I am.

I forget who I'm with.

All I can think about is getting there.

About reaching that bright white point of pleasure.

I break apart, my scream drown out by a rolling crack of thunder.

The loss of Joshua's cock is a strange emptiness I can't remember ever experiencing, but it doesn't last long. Another cock slides into me, taking his place.

My eyes fly wide, but all I see is a third cock, it brushes over my lips, and I open wide, making him move so that he can press into my throat.

Sex is fun, but I've always argued that everything is better when you're the center of attention, and right now… being the only thing on four werewolf's minds.

The moan that escapes around that cock sounds almost as though I'm drowning.

I hear Chase laugh, and no longer have to guess who's precum I taste.

If I had free use of my hands, It'd be more fun for him, but I don't exactly have the opportunity to ask.

Chase pulls away from me, in the same moment that Johnny takes my leg, turning me on to my stomach. I'm still impaled, and his hand snakes up between my breasts and his fingers find my neck.

Claws around my throat, he pulls me back, holding me up so I don't slide off of his cock. I see Thomas knock the candles from on top of one of the massive pumpkins, and snatch my cloak off the ground, laying it overtop.

And that is where Johnny places me. Bending me over the enormous gourd, so my ass is fully in the air and both holes are available to him.

When he has me settled, he pulls out of my pussy, his long cock sliding down the slit of my lips and then, he thrusts upward, running the ridge of his head over my ass.

I hadn't lied to Joshua. I'd come prepared for this despite my initial, excited tensing, I relax, trusting in my preparations. But Johnny doesn't force his way into my ass.

Not yet.

His invasion is a slow pressure. A reminder that the only animalistic tendencies they have left are those any man could possess.

The lube—and the toy I used earlier no doubt helped—does its job, and when he presses just a little further, it takes nothing at all for him to fill me. A moan of pure pleasure leaves me with my next exhale. And then, there's a second cock, pressing into me.

Thomas invades my pussy—a matter of deduction based on the other two wolves who have moved closer,

Who knew a pumpkin would be the perfect prop for this.

They piston into me, keeping me perpetually full, but not full enough.

I want all of them inside of me at once.

As if they know, I feel Thomas move higher within me, and then… A third cock presses into me, crowding my pussy alongside Thomas' cock.

This is so much better than my original hope, to take them one at a time.

He and Chase work together like they've done this before. And maybe they have in their human forms.

Whoever she was, she was a lucky woman.

Or maybe not…

Unlike the others, Thomas doesn't hold out long. He jerks against me, and I feel him spilling into me, as I hear him curse. His come fills me with a warmth like light. Bright and pure, and unexpected.

I feel the power of him inside of me, not just the wolf spirit I took control of earlier. It's intoxicating and I want more.

I barely have time to process that Thomas's cock is gone before Chase shifts, using his come for lube.

Johnny is still using my ass, this time with no care for the other man inside of me.

This is animal need. He wants me and he's not willing to waste a moment in claiming me.

It's not the moon driving him mad… it's me.

Joshua growls something, and Thomas moves away, dropping to the floor beside the altar, exhaustion writ in his posture.

But Joshua doesn't seem to notice as he moves closer.

Claws around my head, he positions me so that he can press his big, beautiful cock to my lips. I open them without hesitation.

I want to taste him.

I open wide and look up, meeting his eyes, hoping…

He doesn't disappoint.

But the moment his cock touches my lips, Johnny's rhythm changes. The hitch of Joshua's lips tells me he knows how much longer the other wolf has… and it's not long.

If I could move on them, I would. None of them are going to allow it.

This might be my spell, but for the moment I'm their prop… and I love it.

Johnny howls as he comes, pouring into me, more brightness and heat, and Chase follows right after as I clench on both of them.

When they pull away from me, stumbling back in much the same way Thomas had, I don't give Joshua the option of holding me still anymore.

I pull back with a final suck of his cock and stand in the same movement, Using the confusion to knock him off balance, and this time, I'm the one riding him.

His cock slides into me so easily with the others' come dripping from me.

It's a sloppy, frenzied ride, and this time, I'm taking my pleasure, taking his come the way I want it.

I hear my name growled on his lips a half dozen times before he bursts inside me like a nova and my eyes fly wide as I come… my orgasm and the spell shining out of me like a bolt of lighting.