Brom then brings his mouth to my neck and starts to suck and bite at my skin, his beard scratching me, his hands moving down from my arms and to my waist, taking a hold of me there.“That’s it, Kat.Oh, sweetheart, you feel so good,” he whispers hoarsely.“Fuck, I love you.I love you so much.”
That’s enough for Crane to raise his head and spear Brom with his gaze as he pushes in to the hilt.I gasp, the air pushed out of my throat, while Brom whimpers with need.
“Why do you sound like you’re saying goodbye, Brom?”Crane warns him.“Stay with me, pretty boy.You stay with us.Keep fucking our sweet witch, yes, just like that.”
Crane starts to move deeper and harder inside me, and Brom starts thrusting up my ass in unison, and I let myself go.I let go of the fear, of the terror of the shadowed faces that have gathered around us, of the idea that this might not work, of the horror that I might lose these men, of the panic that lies in bringing me so close to death that I’ll be able to taste it.
“That’s it,” Brom rasps against me, kissing my shoulder, my neck, the side of my cheek.“Yes, oh fuck.Kat, Kat, you’re doing so good.”
“Such a good witch,” Crane murmurs as he continues to drive his hips against mine, so hard I think he’s leaving bruises, his cock going in deeper each time until all I feel is them, all I am isthese two feral men inside me, both loving me and fighting over me.Fightingforme.
“Not much longer,” Crane groans, and he leans in and down, his chest pressed against mine, his mouth crashing over my mouth.He pulls me into a deep, intoxicating kiss that feels like it’s infiltrating every part of my body until I’m dying for more, my hunger insatiable now.
Then he pulls away, wet and messy, and brings his head down over my shoulder and starts kissing Brom, just as hard and wild.I hear their shaking exhales, their soft moans, and I bite Crane’s shoulder, wanting a piece of him still, my fingernails digging into his smooth, muscular back.The three of us move in unison now, writhing together in the water like the unholiest of creatures.
One body, one beating heart, one damned soul.
“It’s time,” Crane whispers thickly, pulling back enough to wrap his hand around my neck, squeezing on either side of my throat with his fingers and the heel of his palm.I stare up at him, unable to look away from the fervent storm in his eyes, and while he applies the pressure to my neck, he starts reciting the spell, the same strange low words from the ritual before.
Stay with me, Kat, Crane says inside my head, though his lips are still moving, still chanting the foreign incantation.Stay with me even when it seems like I disappear.
I try to nod but I can’t.I can’t breathe.Already my vision is going gray and fuzzy at the corners, dots appearing in the middle between us.I see Crane and then I don’t really see him anymore and the world starts to slip away as my lungs burn and I start to panic.
Then thehandscome.
Dozens of hands.
They reach up over me, cold as sin, and grab my ankles, my calves, my thighs.They dig their long fingers into my hands, my arms, my head.
They are the dead and they want me.
They’re going to take me away right when I’m held between the two men that I love.
“Make her come, pretty boy.”
The voice sounds far away, it sounds like it belongs to another time, another place.All I feel are the cold hands wanting to drag me down into the grave, the panic of not being able to breathe starting to fade into nothingness and peace.
“She’s gone limp, Crane,” the other voice cries out.“Save her, save her.”
Suddenly I feel a hard slap against me.Then another.
A mix of pleasure and pain.
Someone has slapped my breasts.
I’m still alive.
The hands start to release me.
The cold leaves me.
Death lets go.
Warmth floods back inside my body.
Heat goes right between my legs where Brom is rubbing my clit to the point of no return.
I gasp for air, my chest heaving, my back bowing off Brom, and I’m staring right into Crane’s relieved face, all oxygen surging back into my lungs, my veins, my cells, my body ablaze with light, and then I’m coming.
