The moon hasn’t risen above the trees yet, but there’s still enough light for our eyes to adjust as we make our way down to the edge of the lake.Crane had already scouted the perfect spot the other day, near where the wall leads from the shore to the front gates.We’re still in the school’s perimeter, but we’re at the farthest point away from prying eyes and as far as possible from the cathedral.It helps that the shore is softer here, dirt and mud instead of pebbles.
“We obviously can’t do a circle of salt if we’re going to be in the water,” Crane says as he puts down the bag on the shore and surveys the area.“But I will create a pentangle using the crystals, pushing them down into the mud.That should help with some protection.”
“Maybe the circle was what prevented it from working last time,” I say to Crane.“Maybe we need those from the veil to step inside the circle and come closer.”
He gives me a sharp look.“Be careful what you ask for, sweet witch.”
Then he drops the robe so that he’s completely naked, shivering slightly from the cold, and goes about gathering his quartz towers from his bag, wading ankle-deep into the water, and pushing the sharp ends into the bottom at five points.
“Sister Sophie said to have parts of us submerged, but I don’t think we need to go any deeper than this,” he says, turning around to face us when he’s done.His erection is impressive despite how cold the night is.
“Always ready to go,” Brom comments under his breath.
“Enough talking from you, pretty boy,” Crane says.“Strip.”
Brom dutifully drops his robe, and I do the same, knowing that Crane was going to tell me next.The air really is cold, goose bumps covering my skin, the kind of chill that comes with a partially clear sky in late autumn, the first hint of the winter to come.
I find myself wondering if it’s going to be a cold, hard winter this year like it was last year.Then I have to stop myself because I don’t even know if I’ll be here in the winter, in any winter.What happens if the ritual doesn’t work and I’m captured on Samhain?What if they force Brom to impregnate me?Where will they keep me while I’m pregnant?In the basement?Will I have what it takes to fight against it, even if it means ending my own life?
“Kat,” Crane says quietly, and I look over to see Brom beside him, naked, standing ankle-deep in the water.“Would you mind grabbing the elixirs and the knives?”
I nod, trying to take in a deep, steadying breath, then go over to his kit and grab them.I walk into the lake, the water’s chill biting my ankles, and then stop beside them in the middle of the crystal pentangle.
“Better to do this right away,” Crane says, taking the vial from me.We all pop the corks off them and pour the potion down our throats.Like before, it tastes awful, making me shudder.
“How do you want us to do this?”Brom asks Crane afterwe’ve tossed the vials back on shore and they take the knives from me.He eyes me.“Do you want us to warm up Kat first?”
“Why don’t we switch it around this time,” I tell them as I drop down to my knees in the water.I reach for their cocks with both hands, staring up at them just as the big orange moon begins to rise over the treetops.The way the moon shines on me, their manhood in my hands, makes me feel utterly sensual and terribly powerful.
“Careful, myvlinder,” Crane says, gritting his teeth together as he stares down at me.“As if your teasing earlier wasn’t enough.”
“Who says I’m teasing this time?”I ask before I part my lips and slide Crane’s cock through my lips, gripping him firmly, while in my other hand I glide my fingers over the pearls of arousal at Brom’s tip, spreading it down his length.
Both men groan in unison, Crane’s sounding like a hiss through his teeth, Brom’s low and guttural, and the sound shoots waves of pleasure through me, and suddenly I don’t even feel cold anymore.
“Fuck,” Crane swears, his hand in my hair as I suck and lick and do everything he likes, enough so that he keeps thrusting his cock further down my throat.“You take me so well, sweet witch.”His fist tightens in my hair.“I don’t feel right not sharing it.”
Crane pulls my head away from his cock, a line of saliva connecting my lips to his flat crown, then brings me over to Brom’s.Always in control, to the end.
Brom thrusts his cock into my mouth, and they take turns, back and forth, thrusting into my mouth, the wet sounds of bothcocks sliding against my tongue mixing with their heavy breathing, the weight of their intense gaze.
“I don’t know if I can hold on much longer,” Brom grunts, his hand in my hair, pumping deep inside my throat, and I know if I don’t slow them down, they’ll both come here and now.
“Kat,” Crane groans.“As much as I hate telling you to stop, go and grab the oil, sweet girl.We’ll need it.”
I have just enough sense to do as he says, letting go of their cocks and going back on shore to get the sunflower oil.When I turn around to face them, their gazes on me feel like being pinned in place by two top predators whose only instincts are to eat and to mate.
I go back into the lake, and already things are different from last time.I don’t know if the elixir is working faster or if it’s the full moon or the lake itself speeding things up, but when I look past them, I see dark, gruesome figures hovering in the water.
No, not just hovering.
Coming closer.
No salt circle to stop them.
“Uh,” I say, nodding past them, trying to ignore the fear prickling my skin.“It seems we have visitors already.”
Crane tears his eyes away from me and looks at the shadows approaching us.
