Chapter 18

Brooks

“All four hearts are accounted for. Protection spell is active. House is secure.” Tanner is panting as he delivers his report, and the sound of his voice turns Kate’s tattooed arms into gooseflesh. I watch the ripple of her skin with one of my hat’s eyes, another on Marlowe, a third for Tanner.

My own eyes are reserved for Kate.

She stares back at me, plush lips parted, and I can’t resist. I lift my right hand and run a thumb along her lower lip. I should make her suck it the way she sucked Marlowe’s finger in the kitchen.

“Marlowe, bring me the book of skin.” I watch him with my hat, slipping my thumb into Kate’s mouth and savoring the curl of her tongue around my rune-stained finger. Yes, just like that. My wife is beautiful as she sucks me, eager and unashamed, her cheeks flushed pink.

Lo is quick, sprinting up the steps and returning with the grimoire that I brought back from the Witchwoods on our last visit. I slide my finger from Kate’s mouth with a bright pop, stroking her lower lip until she sighs with pleasure.

I hold out my left palm and Marlowe drops the book into it. He’s panting, just like Tanner. Hungry for our North. Starving. Impatient.

I toss the tome into the air and it catches, holds. Floats. Kate gasps as the cover opens and the pages flicker in a wet, salty breeze. The words inside are glowing, but that’s no surprise.

So are we.

We’re conjuring magic by falling in love, and it was all by accident. I didn’t orchestrate this. I didn’t plan it. I didn’t plan for her .

“What’s that phrase you two like?” I ask, using all of my hat’s eyes to look at Marlowe while I maintain my own hold over Kate’s doe-eyed stare. Her pupils are blown wide. She’s resplendent in that high-necked gown, purple feathers at the hem and silver stars on the bodice, the last drips of moonlight in her hair.

Tomorrow, there will be no moon at all.

“Two birds, one stone,” Lo grinds out, like it’s a kink for him to repeat his nasty words to Kate.

“Ah, yes. That’s what we’re doing here. Building power through something I would’ve done anyway, simply because I want to.” I flick my fingers and lines of old text rip away from the yellowed pages, twisting in the air and sealing themselves across the cheeks of my coven and myself.

The book snaps shut and falls to the lawn, coincidentally crushing a white mushroom that just sprouted. Silver glitter puffs out in a little cloud and stains our feet. I point down at the book, but despite my teasing, I’m not smiling.

I’m fucking serious.

“Tomorrow night, I need all three of you to listen to me. No games. No bullshit. No dominance struggles.” I drag my attention away from Kate and over to Tanner.

He looks like he’s been carved of ice. Good. That’s what I need, that side of him.

“Brooks, if you don’t move this little speech along and help me get this woman naked, I won’t be around tomorrow because I’ll be dead.” There’s a hitch in his voice, like he wanted to say because you’ll be dead.

Hmm.

I turn all eight eyes to Marlowe next.

“Should I be the one that’s in trouble? Talk to Kate.” Lo jerks his head in her direction, more of those white mushrooms blooming all over his hat, like the spores we unleashed have infected the thick leather. I wave my hand to sweep aside another cloud of silver glitter.

“Katelynn.” I say her full name again, to make damn sure she’s listening. “No heroic stunts.”

“Right. Follow your orders and let Marlowe die,” she replies, referencing those same words from our first day as a coven. Love the sarcasm. “I’ve got it.”

I snag her chin in my fingers and she frowns at me.

“How about a yes, sir ?” I ask, and Tanner laughs, letting his head fall back. He cups his hands around his mouth and howls at the thin sliver of a waning crescent.

“Yes, sir,” Tanner replies, dropping his hands and grinning with witch teeth. He flexes his fingers, and I see claws. He’s panting even harder now than he was before. Marlowe, too. They’re practically drooling.

“Yes, sir,” Lo grits out, because he wants to move onto the next phase of our night more than he cares about his pride.

Kate pouts, but she says it because she knows I like to hear it.

“Yes, sir.”

Much better. I bend low enough that we’re eye to eye.

“Run, Kate.” It’s an order, one that I want to see if she’ll follow. No context. No time to explain.

Her eyes widen further and she looks very briefly at Tanner and Marlowe before turning back to me. And then she’s off, boots digging divots in the mossy lawn, the brown remains of pumpkin vines tangling in her skirts.

The fog welcomes her in and then swallows her up, and I smile with tight lips. Using the eyes on my hat, I can see her heat signature darting into the woods. She knows the Hag Wytch is out there, that we’re safest in the yard and the house.

Still, she followed my orders. Excellent.

What she doesn’t know is that this grimoire can amplify the effects of another spell. In this case, it stretches the radius of the protection spell for several blocks.

The catch is that it doesn’t last long.

The trick is that it took the skin from a human corpse to craft.

I look back at the other men, at Tanner flexing his jaw and Marlowe gritting his teeth.

“Shouldn’t we be making love to Kate instead of hunting her?” Tanner asks, but his question is mild. He’s okay with it either way, and we both know it.

“Why? We’ll have time to do both. Our story doesn’t end tomorrow.” I turn in the direction that Kate went, surprised to see that she’s come back to the street. She knows the foreboding spell is in effect, but I didn’t think she was ballsy enough to play games inside her neighbor’s vacant house.

Her heat signature dims behind the walls of a home two doors down.

My shadow peels away from me with a sound like velcro and takes off, running flat across the fence and then slithering around the post at the end until he’s on the other side.

“Marlowe, go.” I nod my chin, encouraging him to give chase. I won’t give him any hints as to where Kate’s gone. He’ll have to figure that out on his own.

“ Fuck yes, ” he growls, witch teeth sharp beneath his curled upper lip.

He takes off in a full sprint, knocking the fog aside and jogging down the street, trailing silver glitter behind him. His footsteps are the only sound, echoing as he disappears and the world falls silent again.

“You son of a bitch.” Tanner could kill me with that expression.

I smirk at him and flick my brim up.

“Go hide the book inside the house, wait five minutes, and then join us.”

I leave him where he is, walking from the yard to the road and turning to my right. I stare into the cool, gray mist, utilizing all six of the eyes up top to see if I can spot Kate. While they’re searching, I walk. I won’t be running tonight, not at all.

I find Marlowe first, standing in the neighbor’s backyard and staring at an open gate in the fence. It creaks ominously in the breeze.

“She only wants me to think she went out there.” Marlowe bites at his thumbnail, scanning the darkness with demon eyes. His irises are solid black tonight. The whites, too.

He darts down the porch steps and makes an abrupt right turn at the bottom, sprinting down a narrow space between the scalloped siding and the fence. It’s easier for me to walk back through the house, finding myself on the sidewalk out front as Marlowe barrels into the trees on the opposite side of the street.

My shadow returns with a bow, stepping aside and swinging its right arm out to point with a claw in the direction of a tree.

Oh.

My smart, sweet Kate.

I summon the shadow back to me, arranging it so that I’m wearing the antlers on my hat.

And all I do is walk.

I pause beside a large redwood tree, one with a circumference too large to put my arms around. All three of us boys holding hands, maybe. With my own hands clasped together behind my back, I walk a slow circle to the other side, finding myself outside a hole in the trunk.

“Peekaboo.” I lunge into the shadows and snatch Kate’s wrist, dragging her out and pushing her back into the tree. With my hands on her shoulders, I lean down, panting hard against her mouth. Both of us blow white clouds into the air with each exhale. “This isn’t running, Kate. I didn’t say hide. ”

“What if … a situation occurs where I have to make a choice to uphold your original order?” she whispers, voice shaking. “I hid so I could keep running, because I didn’t want to be caught.”

“Now, now, don’t lie to me.” I hold her chin tighter, dropping my mouth to her lips. Just a quick brush before I draw back and we stare at each other again. Her hat grows a mouth on the front of its brim and shoves its tongue into my mouth.

It’s a shock, but I don’t let it show. I have no problem with Kate tasting my feelings.

“Lie to you?” she repeats with a cute, little frown. Her cheeks are turning red, so I suppose she got a good firsthand look at my emotions. Romantic love. Fierce protectiveness. Preparation.

“You said you didn’t want to be caught. We both know that’s a blatant lie.” I go to kiss her again, but she surprises me by lifting up on her toes, grabbing my face, and spitting into my mouth.

I taste blood and magic as our gazes clash, and images overwhelm me. She bit her tongue. She’s spelling me.

The memory that hits me is disorienting. It’s Kate riding me in the cabin while I was bleeding to death on the couch, while I was dying. She saved my life with her pretty pussy, and I nearly destroyed hers with my dick. How ironic is that?

A second memory flows from the first, a recent one. Tonight. The cumcakes. The restaurant.

Kate, feeling loved. Kate, loving us back. Magic surges so hot inside of my chest that it hurts. I’m spontaneously combusting from the flames of her emotions. From my own.

Tanner was right all along: we needed a woman in this coven.

I open my eyes as the spell memories fade away, but Kate is already gone. She threw magic in my face and escaped me. What a clever, little witch. Her evasion will make the capture so much sweeter.

A bloodcurdling scream breaks the night in half, and I lift my head up to look back in the direction of our neighborhood. I walk toward the sound of Kate’s eager, keening cries.

I come through the fog to find another neighbor’s door wide open. Inside, the sofa has been knocked over and I find Kate and Tanner on the floor. He’s on top of her, witch teeth in her neck, thrusting between her legs.

His pants are still on, and so is her dress, rucked up and shedding loose feathers.

He was so hungry for her that he didn’t bother to take anything off.

My footsteps are loud as I walk over to the pair of them, studying the shadow tails unfurling from the base of Tanner’s spine. Kate’s head is thrown back, and she’s wearing her horns on her hat. See? They’re all learning to play follow-the-leader.

I squat down beside them, resting my elbows on my knees. Kate’s head is shifted slightly to the left, and she’s looking up at me with her hat’s crumpled cone as a macabre, fanged pillow.

Tanner never stops what he’s doing, pinning Kate’s upper arms to the floor while he sucks on her neck and fills her sopping pussy with his cock. I can hear every smack of flesh on flesh, every embarrassing wet, sucking sound.

It’s a lucky thing that I like Tanner. He’s easy to get along with. Doesn’t mean I’m bereft of jealousy. I can feel it, a snake of green envy curling through my irises.

Marlowe stumbles up to the front door, claws digging into the doorjamb on either side and shredding strips of white paint. He spots the three of us gathered inside the house, notices our shadows.

Bat wings sprout from Marlowe’s back as he forces himself to calm down, sweat-soaked and demon-eyed. He comes over and drops hard to his knees beside me, tilting his head to the side and spilling a waterfall of silver glitter over the right side of his hat brim.

“I’m gonna fuck your mouth, Kate. I’m gonna mount that pretty face.” Lo reaches down to unbuckle his pants, but I snatch his wrist and he sneers at me. This is important. I want to ensure that all three of them are going to listen, even if we find ourselves in the center of actual hell. Literal hell. I’m going to make some fucking hell for them now.

They liked my orders to run and chase; they won’t like this nearly as much.

“No, you’re not. Keep your dick in your pants. Tanner, get up.” I rise to my feet as Kate lets out a gasp of protest.

“Brooks, no!” she moans as Tanner lifts his head to look at me like I’m about to lose mine.

“Oh, you better know what you’re doing, South.” Tanner pulls out of Kate with a curse before he stands up and fists his wet dick, jerking on it as he curls his lip in my direction. “Go on then. Prove some point. It might be useful for the other two.”

“Why are we stopping?” Kate whispers, her panties caught on those plump pink folds, leaving her sweetly fucked pussy exposed. I want to grab it, cup it, squeeze it.

Claim it.

I control myself, too. That’s the most difficult part. Handling Tanner, Marlowe, and Kate is easy. Handling myself is hard.

Kate sits up, fixing her underwear and skirts with a shaking hand. She looks up at me in defiance and my clothing catches on fire. Without leaving a single burn, Kate takes care of my shirt and jacket, leaving only the red bow tie untied and hanging around my neck.

The runes scrawled across her cheek make her look feral. The horns don’t help much either.

Yes, Kate. Keep challenging me. Never stop.

I return the favor, setting her dress aflame and exposing the delicate lingerie underneath. Her breasts are plump and lifted in that beautiful bra, delicate pearls sewn into the lace at the top. They catch the light of our glowing bodies and shimmer.

“You’re going to make me run through the woods naked?” she grumbles, and I laugh, snapping my fingers. Gone is her lingerie, her shoes. All ash.

“Naked? That wasn’t naked,” I whisper, squatting back down and leaning in. My words are practically a hiss, stirring the creeping fog as it flows in through the open front door. “ This is naked.”

“I worked hard on that lingerie, you dick,” she snaps. Kate huffs and both Marlowe’s and Tanner’s clothes catch fire, leaving them as shirtless as I am. She sits up, curving her legs to one side and then trying to cover her breasts and pussy with her hands. It’s cute. But also very silly.

“Don’t act like the shy, coy virgin, Miss Kate. We all know better than that. Now. Run.” I nod with my chin and click my tongue, loving the way she scrambles to her feet and steals a blanket as she goes.

Kate wraps the fabric around herself and flees toward the supposed safety of our house.

Run faster, little witch. Run.

“Stay with me,” I tell the other men, rising to my feet and turning toward the door. They follow, but Marlowe wants to kill me. Tanner maybe more so.

“Your lessons suck, you know that? As badly as your spells.” Tanner doesn’t bother to fix his pants as we walk over, the green slacks sagging on his hips.

“Can this be the end of the lesson? Because I’m about to nut in my pants. I swear to fuck that if we go into the woods tomorrow and die, and my last memory is premature ejaculation, I’ll fucking haunt you, Brooks.” Lo drags his hat brim down on both sides of his face and lets out a scream of frustration that ends in a wild laugh.

He can feel it. Tanner can feel it. Kate and I can damn sure feel it.

We’re not the Witchwoods, but it feels like we are. And not just because that place is a wound oozing its pus across the world, but because we’re as free and wild here as we were back there.

If that horrible place taught us anything, it was how good true freedom tastes.

The three of us crest the porch steps to the house but leave the front door wide open.

Inside, the staircase creaks under our combined weight as Tanner orders the dog back into the bedroom, and we find ourselves in the second floor hallway.

The door to the turret is open, and I see Tanner visibly tense.

“Roof plus birds is bad news, Brooks—even with the spell.”

“Go.” I nod my chin in that direction and he takes off, disappearing up the stairs.

“I might’ve been drunk the other day, but I heard you tell Tanner not to underestimate this woman.” Marlowe laughs at me again, a crazed sound. I better let him fuck Kate soon or he might push back, and I’ve got better things to do than put the other two men in my coven in their places. “ You are the one that’s underestimating her, Brooks. You.”

Lo goes up the stairs to the third floor ahead of me, and then climbs straight out the window and onto the roof with me following.

We use a small ladder to access the platform where Kate and Tanner are waiting.

She’s wrapped in a blanket and sitting in a plastic chair, and he’s got his hands on either of the armrests, bent low over her. They’re kissing in a warm wind, their hat brims waffling, charms swaying.

It’s beautiful.

Even better when he drags her out of the seat and kicks the plastic chair off the roof. It lands in the yard with a satisfying crash as Tanner yanks the blanket from Kate’s shoulders. He’s nice enough to lay the white fabric out on the wooden planks before putting her on the ground and covering her with his body.

I summon a crackling fire for ambiance, adding an orange glow to the light cast from our bodies.

“You better say where you want us, South, or I’ll just do what I feel like,” Tanner growls, nuzzling Kate’s throat as she lays on her back with her arms around his neck but her eyes on mine. “That’s what you asked for, isn’t it, North?”

“Hm. Say where I want you?” I move up to the edge of the blanket and squat down, reaching out to trace the scar on Tanner’s face with a finger. That surprises him, and I feel my mouth make an ugly shape. Not a smile, but something else. “How about all three of you in the Witchwoods to ease my suffering?” The air is warm, thanks to Tanner. To the fire. To the dry wood under my feet courtesy of Marlowe. Kate’s magic manifests in vines of jasmine, curling around the pointed roof of the turret room. “Oh, wait. I’ve already done that.”

Tanner’s wolf ears fold back in irritation, his double tails flicking. Marlowe steps too close to the blanket, leaving half of a muddy footprint on the neighbor’s sweet little white quilt. It has lavender flowers on it and reminds me of the blankets my mother used to make.

“Sit down,” I tell the other men, my eyes still on Kate. “And we’ll conjure enough power to close that goddamn gate for good.”

“What did you see?” I ask Kate as she stands naked in front of me, wearing only a braid and a witch hat. There’s a mouth on the cone this time, full of extra teeth and a wicked tongue. It’s panting as ferociously as she is. My lips purse as I curl my fingers around the side of her neck and she shivers. “When you spit in my mouth, that is.”

“Canning peaches. I saw you canning peaches with your mom and sisters.” Kate swallows, her lids fluttering as I tighten my grip on her neck. Not squeezing. Just holding her in place. Settling her anxious heart. “But I ran away, so the rest was … interrupted.”

I have a feeling that she might’ve seen something she didn’t want to see. My sister’s death. My mentor’s death. One of the two. I won’t press.

“Get on your hands and knees.” I release her neck and step back, just as naked as she is. We all are. Naked under a cloudy night sky. Naked under the threat of death and oblivion.

Kate turns around to face Tanner and Marlowe, sitting side by side with lavender railing behind their backs, their pants bundled up like makeshift pillows for their necks. Tanner’s right knee is bent, his left leg stretched out. Marlowe is the opposite, left knee up, right leg straight.

Their extended legs are pressed together from hips to toes but neither is complaining.

All they care about is Kate.

She lowers her glowing form to the blanket, one tattooed arm banded over her breasts, her coven sigil stark and violent against her pale skin.

“Straddle them.” I point at the legs of the men, and even though I’m trying to keep myself calm, I know that my expression is fire. It burns Kate as it sweeps her and she makes a small sound, crawling up and over the pair of muscular legs stretched down the center of the quilt.

“Oh God.” Marlowe grits his teeth and looks away, tugging his hat brim down to cover his eyes the way he does when he’s close to losing control. “You’re so fucking wet, you’re smearing it everywhere.”

“Smear?” Kate repeats, aghast, but Marlowe is quick. He turns back to her and leans forward, cupping a hand on the back of her head. “I’m not … that’s …”

“You’re dripping, babe, and all of that warm liquid is now all over my goddamn leg. It isn’t a bad thing.” He flicks his own dick with his fingers, and a bit of pre-cum spatters against Kate’s rune-written cheek. Her eyes widen, but she doesn’t move, her creamy thighs spread wide over the boys. “Look at us, our bodies making all this … wet … for each other.”

His teeth are gritted and he’s panting, torn in half between romance and kink.

Ah, this Marlowe Waverley.

“Shit, grind that pussy down for me, kitten. Spread those folds open over my thigh.” Tanner shifts, his hat crumpled and wilting, wolf ears folded in some complex origami of emotions. “That is, if his lordship allows.”

There’s a growl there, along with a warning.

I smile as I lower myself to the ground, grabbing onto Kate’s hips and tugging her pelvis back so that she’s properly on all fours with their legs tucked between her thighs. I keep my knees pressed to the insides of hers, but I’m also straddling the boys’ legs.

Now, that wet, plump cunt is right there in perfect view. I cup it with my hand and squeeze, drawing a low, hungry groan from Kate’s throat. She hangs her head, braid coiling on Tanner’s stomach. He reaches out and tugs the tie free, loosing her hair to his warm wind.

“His lordship has rules.” I grind my hand into Kate’s pussy and she rubs back, seeking friction. I reward her for that, massaging that ripe fruit and salivating. Only two of the eyes on my hat keep a lookout. The rest are too focused on the naked beauty on her knees for me. “Kate, you’ll take turns sucking them, but only with the instructions I give you. If you disobey, I will stop pleasuring your needy little channel.”

I remove my hand and give her ass a smack, getting her pussy in the process. Lube smears hot and fresh across my fingers and it takes everything I have not to lick it off.

“Okay,” she breathes, one palm on the ground between Tanner’s thighs, the other tucked between Marlowe’s. His hat is fragrant with jasmine tonight, too, like he can’t resist copying the earth magic of his Northwoods. “Yes.”

“As for the two of you.” I home in on each of them with a different hat-eye. “Just sit back and relax.”

“Alright, South. You’re redeeming yourself—slowly. Show us what you’ve got.” Tanner relaxes back, arms folded behind his neck, that scar tugging up the corner of his mouth. Marlowe looks like he’s in pain, leaning back and pushing the heels of both hands into his eyes, teeth gritted.

“Just … hurry.” His voice is strained, nothing at all like the man that mounted Kate’s tits in the kitchen like he owned them. I can see why. He looks like he’s about to come, even if only the wind is touching his cock.

“Kate.” I wrap my fingers around my own erection, rubbing the head against her opening and conjuring another moan from that beautiful mouth. She looks back at me, face eager, those split irises of hers a treasure trove. A hazel made up of silver and gold. I’ve never seen such beautiful eyes. Never. “Put Marlowe out of his misery, but don’t you dare swallow.”

She turns back to him, keeping her left hand on the ground between Tanner’s legs and using the right to grip Lo at the base of his wet cock. He’s dribbled pre-ejac all over himself, soaked his shaft to make it nice and smooth for Kate, prepared himself to glide into her cunt.

And all he’s going to get right now is her mouth.

Kate opens wide and takes as much of him as she can, her lips meeting her fist. Marlowe’s hand is right there in her hair, fingers digging through the strands and gripping the back of her skull with a fierce possession that I wouldn’t dare challenge.

I want to, but I can’t. We all have a right to Kate, but she also has a right to all of us.

“ Coven, coven, coven!” The forest spirits in the trees nearby howl the truth of it into the wind, their narrative shifting away from the Hag Wytch for once. “It’s all because of the coven!”

Bats swoop low in a glittering wave, passing through the barrier, but only because they’re even less substantial than the Hag. I don’t know how she’s able to touch the people in this world, but she can’t touch us until she consumes all four hearts.

I’m not concerned, not tonight.

Kate isn’t shy with her blow jobs, allowing drool to slip from her lips and soak Marlowe’s erection, drip onto his balls. My wife bobs her head up and down, and the sucking sound of her lips on Lo’s cock hits me like a punch to the lower abs.

My left hand snags her shoulder while the right ensures I’m nice and rigid and able to push in with a jerk of my pelvis. I’m naked in the night air, and then I’m wrapped up in slick, pink ridges and strong muscle. Kate doesn’t disappoint, wiggling against me and clamping down like she’s as desperate to be filled as I am to fill.

“Ahh.” I release a sigh of pure pleasure, letting my head fall back. My right hand falls to Kate’s hips, and I watch through half-lidded eyes as she destroys Marlowe with her filthy mouth. Kate moves her hand from the base of him to his belly, fingers splayed against strong muscle.

Lo pushes her down, sheathing his entire cock in her hot, wet mouth. He holds her there for a second and then lets go so she can come up for air, his shaft springing from her lips and spattering saliva and pre-cum across them both.

Tanner shifts restlessly, his hand wrapped around his own dick, his jaw flexing with expertly curbed aggression.

“Hurry up and make Lo come,” I tell Kate, watching the emotions of my coven carefully, trying to anticipate what each person wants and putting it all together. Connection, we need connection. Magic, we need fucking magic.

Katelynn really is a good girl for me, putting her lips right back over Marlowe and sucking him so hard that his eyes roll back and his hips lift up from the blanket. He pushes on the back of her head and pumps into her throat until he breaks, groaning wildly and throwing his head back into the railing. He thrusts a few more times to empty his sack, and I imitate his movements, pushing forward when he lifts up, drawing out when his ass comes down.

“Keep that cum in your mouth and suck Tanner with it.” I slap Kate’s ass again, those white cheeks jiggling and reddening. Then I can’t help myself. Some of that control slips away, and the horny horned girl in front of me breaks down some of my barriers.

I start to fuck, hard powerful thrusts that have her moaning around a mouthful of hot seed.

She switches hands, right palm on the ground, left grabbing onto Tanner. Her eyes meet his before she lowers her face to his erection, opening wide around his tip and letting cum drip over his crown before she consumes it. He makes a noise that I recognize, the sound of a man coming undone.

My hand on Kate’s shoulder keeps her from rocking too hard as I pound my hips against her ass, burying my dick in the sucking heat of her channel. She moans for me, but the sound is obscured by the length of Tanner’s dick in her mouth, Lo’s semen dripping down the sides as Kate eases her lips to her fist. Removes her hand. Deepthroats the fuck out of him.

I’m almost jealous of that mouth.

“Make Tanner come and then swallow it all, Kate. Lick them both clean for me.” My voice is like broken glass, as wild as Marlowe’s crazy laugh. He lets the sound be carried by the wind, knowing it’ll be swallowed by the fog. Behind us, the ocean looms in the distance, and I can tell just from the sound that it’s wild tonight. Frothy, white tipped waves as a backdrop to our perversions.

Tanner pushes his hat back so that he can grab at his own hair, yanking on it and shifting underneath us. I can feel his leg sliding around as he struggles to sit still, his other hand smoothing down his abs and pressing flat against his navel.

“Take me all in and hold me there,” he breathes, but he doesn’t make her do it with his hand the way Marlowe did.

“Do it,” I instruct Kate, in case she wasn’t sure if she should. She’s so horny that she can’t sit still, writhing and thrusting and pulsing. Nothing in my life has ever felt as good or as right as this woman wrapped around me. It’s almost as if I had to fall into that horrid tree just so I could make it here, to this time and place.

Kate hums a sound of approval, swallowing Tanner up. She can’t hold him and all of that cum at the same time, so it’s everywhere. All over her face, all over Tanner’s pelvis. She sucks on his length as I lock down on her shoulder, driving into her and making her tits bounce, those pink-peaked nipples dragging against the men’s thighs.

“I’m not done,” Marlowe pants, rubbing himself. He’s already hard again, his dick still shiny with his own release and Kate’s spit. “I’m nowhere near fucking done.”

“Good.” I shove hard into Kate and she lets out a small scream of pleasure around Tanner’s dick. “Because we’re only finished when I say we are.”

I adjust my hips so that I can rub the tip of my cock against a different part of Kate’s insides. She loves that, arching her back so that I’m raking her with every thrust, my crown rubbing against the wall that connects her pussy and her ass. She loved that double penetration for a reason, didn’t she?

“Hum for me again,” Tanner whispers, and so Kate does, and it sounds just like the calls we make in the Witchwoods.

“ The coven, the coven!” the forest spirits cry, and the wind picks up, swirling the cool fog against our skin. Marlowe heats it up, and it steams, leaving dew on our exposed, glowing flesh.

My sigil, that pretty shape I designed with my own hand, turns green. So does Tanner’s. Marlowe’s. And Kate’s? It’s a mix of silver, blue, and red. There we go. But it’s not enough. Not yet.

Tanner explodes in Kate’s mouth, and it’s too much. Hot cum drips past her lips as she tries to swallow it all down, licking her mouth and then grabbing onto Tanner’s still twitching shaft. She cleans him with frantic, wild licks, moaning unashamedly as I slam into her, leaving this wet smacking mess between us that can probably be heard for several blocks.

The crow circles overhead, calling out a greeting, letting us know that for now, there are no flying robots. No ancient owls. It’s just the four of us, and the world means nothing.

Katelynn cleans Tanner up and then returns her attention to Marlowe, just like I asked.

Once they’re both shiny with spit and spit alone, I grab onto her hair and yank her head back, exposing her to the men, letting them watch as I churn my hips. I rile Kate up into a panting, shivering frenzy, until she’s no longer human or witch.

All she is, is mine. My North. My wife. My partner.

And then I snap my fingers and my shadow flees, slithering down the side of the house and slipping through a thin crack in the wall. It retrieves the remaining three brooms and brings them up to the roof through the open window. The wooden handles clatter as my shadow sets them aside, slipping back over me and stretching up, up, up into the sky until I’m the tallest creature in the woods. They touch the moon, those antlers.

“I n-need …” Kate whimpers, but I know what she needs. “Brooks, please .”

I bounce her on my dick, my balls slapping her swollen clit, my hand wrapped tight in her hair.

“Use those tits on them. Make them come again. I’ll hold you up.” And I do. I hold her up with one hand on her shoulder and the other in her hair, giving her the space to lift up and press her breasts on either side of Lo’s erection. His shadow helps, reaching out a clawed hand to keep her where he needs her.

Sloppy and wet and unhinged, I need it all.

Power twists and coils as Kate takes another load of seed on her chest, turning to Tanner to do the same. I give the men what they want, take what I want, but most importantly: I give Kate exactly what she wants, too.

Our sigils are all multicolored now, energy shifting from me to Tanner to Marlowe to Kate and back again. A circle. A compass. A coven.

“ We beg you, Northwoods. We implore you, South. We beg help from the East, and we prostrate to the West.” I whisper the words, and the others join me. Kate’s voice is weak, breathy, and her pussy is a vise. She punishes me for leaving her unfinished, milking me and encouraging my body to do what it wants to do anyway.

We repeat the spell words four times, until I can barely move my hips for how tight she’s holding me. Her shadow slithers away from her and wraps around me, pushing my ass forward so that we’re joined as tightly as possible.

“Climax for me, Kate.” My words break, betraying my true feelings.

I didn’t want to like this North, but I’m in love with her.

I’m in love.

She leans her head back, curving her body into the grip of my hand on her hair. Tits out. Eyes to the sky. Hat askew. White teeth on a black brim.

I wrap my arm around her neck and pull her back to my front, not choking her, just holding her. She can choke me later if she wants. I don’t need that kink. All I need is her.

Katelynn is my kink.

She comes so hard that I can’t breathe, so hard that my cock is compressed and crushed by those needy muscles and that hungry uterus. Thank the woods that we’ve got that contraceptive spell. If we didn’t, I would breed her right now on this rooftop.

I don’t have to move my hips because Kate’s got me. She drags my orgasm out and fills herself with it, draining my sack as I groan and all of the eyes on my hat go wonky, pointed in every direction and rolling with pleasure.

We collapse together on our sides, still writhing and humping and rubbing together through the aftershocks. Panting. Choking on spit and much-needed breath.

“Holy … fuck.” This is Kate, her pussy rewarding my sore cock with powerful aftershocks. I have to pull out of her to get myself together, and she groans, burying her face in her arms. “That was … oh, Brooks.”

I smile, sitting up and breathing hard as I reach up to fix my hat.

Marlowe is staring at Kate’s face and Tanner is watching my cum drip out of her still pulsing pussy. Each contraction forces more of my seed out, dirtying her pretty thighs.

“Yeah? Good to know.” I reach out and grab one of the brooms, dragging it close. “Because we’re still not done.”

Kate’s eyes go wide and she shoves up to her feet, like she’s fixing to run.

I grin. She follows orders well. I feel confident about tomorrow.

She takes off for the ladder, hops down to the roof, and disappears inside the house. I track her with her heat signature, and fuck, if it isn’t a blazing white. Impossible, frantic heat.

“Tanner, Marlowe.” I toss a pair of brooms their way. “Don’t come back until they’re consecrated.”

“Yes, boss.” Tanner is grinning as he takes off after Kate, Marlowe on his heels.

“Yes, sir. ” More snark from Lo, but I don’t care.

They both disappear and a few minutes later, I see all three of them sprinting around in the dark of our empty neighborhood. Giggles and shrieks from Kate. Adult tag. Adult hide-and-seek.

I sit there on the roof of our house alone but smiling, my head tilted back to look up at the sky. The clouds shift, revealing the stars. For two years, I never saw stars.

My coven sigil casts flickering colors over the peaceful setting, like the northern lights.

Hah. I chuckle and rub my hand over my face. The northern lights, huh? Yes. Exactly that.

I stand up with a groan, dragging the last of the three brooms with me.

And then I join the hunt.