by J. E. Cluney
A naked man.
George was quick to cover Emma’s eyes, and Trish made no attempt to look away as Ollie flailed to cover himself, while Hayley averted her eyes.
“Sorry!” Ollie cried out as he dashed into the hall and up the stairs while still trying to cover his manhood.
I just watched that tight little arse take off as I shook my head.
At least the potion had worn off. Thank God.
Trish’s phone sounded off, and she smiled softly as she checked the text.
“Still got Brad hounding after you, huh?” Skip asked as he glanced at her screen.
“You jealous?” Trish smirked, and Skip just rolled his eyes.
I met Marcus’ frosty gaze as he stood by the doorway, my mind whirring.
How was Ollie the key to finding the dagger?
My mother had said we’d know soon enough. Would it just reveal itself? Or did we have to dig?
I sighed as I rolled my head back on the lounge cushions, then Ollie rejoined us, now dressed and apologizing.
“Don’t be silly. We’re just glad you’re yourself again. Won’t lie, you’ve got one fine arse,” Trish said with a wink, and Hayley just groaned.
“I think we could all use a drink tonight, if anyone else is keen,” Ollie said with a sigh, and I smiled softly.
He was beyond stressed with such a weight on his shoulders, not to mention his shitty day with Glenda and finding the body.
“I’m down,” Trish stated as she rose. “I think we could all use it.”
Emma nodded firmly, and George shrugged.
“Oh, just so you all know, there’s a curfew in place too now,” I informed everyone as I dragged myself to my feet.
“Okay, that sucks, but I guess it’s understandable. What time?” George asked.
‘What time is curfew?’ I asked Lucas.
‘Ten at night. Patrols will be going out after that in select groups my father has set up. He also wants us to make the dagger our main priority,’ Lucas answered.
Well, that was a given.
“Ten at night, and there will be shifter patrols too until Joseph is found,” I said, passing on the information.
“Good, good. Glad they’re taking this seriously,” Trish said, nodding firmly. “We don’t need any more deaths.”
“Enough about death and whatnot. Let’s make tonight a good one, especially since I leave on Saturday. I want some good memories of my stay here,” Hayley declared as she led the way to the games room.
We all filed after her, and Ollie strode up behind me, resting his hand on my lower back comfortingly.
‘How you handling everything?’ I asked him.
‘As best I can. Just wish I knew what this secret power of mine was. How do I figure it out? I have absolutely no clue what it is,’ he said.
‘We’ll figure it out, don’t worry. For now, let’s just try to enjoy tonight. We’ve earned it. We can go back to worrying and trying to figure all this out tomorrow.’
‘I’ll see if I can use some magic to draw the power forth or get some answers once I’m home,’ Lucas added.
Ollie sighed as he stroked my lower back, forcing himself to relax as best he could.
There was little we could do right now.
Hopefully, Lucas could help him solve this once he was home.
“Well, I think some tequila shots are in order,” Trish said as she made her way around the bar and began setting up the shot glasses.
“Noooo, not tequila,” Hayley groaned. “Tequila fucks us up.”
“Exactly. We’re here to have fun tonight,” Trish stated with a wicked grin as she began pouring the shots. “Marcus, you get twice as many. We want you to have fun too.”
Marcus smirked and rolled his eyes, but didn’t argue.
“I might not be able to have too many,” I said. “I’ve got work tomorrow.”
“We’ll make sure you drink plenty of water and eat before bed. Besides, Lucas can cure that in the morning with his Grog Bog stuff. You’ll be fine,” Trish said, waving off my concerns.
I checked in with Lucas, who confirmed he’d be able to make sure I was ready for work by nine tomorrow, he just wanted to make sure I was smart and had water and food tonight.
“Fine,” I said with a chuckle as I stood at the bar.
Hayley, Ollie, George, and Emma had perched on the stools, while Marcus and Skip were standing and leaning on the bar.
I joined the pair standing, and I grimaced as Trish slid the shots around to us all.
“Drink up. We’ll do two rounds, then we’ll do some games of pool,” she said with a cackle as she tossed her shot glass back with ease.
We all threw them back, Hayley and Emma choking and coughing on theirs as George chuckled.
I gulped mine down, the alcohol burning down my throat and making me cough as Marcus wrapped an arm around my shoulders as he accepted his second shot before Trish served us all another round.
I was able to toss this one back easier, and Marcus had another two as Trish offered them to him.
“Strip pool would be better,” Skip blurted as his eyes trailed over me.
“I vote a hard no on that,” Hayley said with a snort, while Emma just laughed.
“I wouldn’t have been so against it,” George teased as he kissed Emma’s neck, and she giggled.
“Okay, rules! Losers have to do another shot. We’ll do teams and take turns. Winners will go against each other,” Trish declared as she rounded the bar and headed to the pool table.
“Teams are Alison and her mates vs the rest of us,” she added as she got the pool table set up.
“Works for me,” Skip said with a shrug as he joined her by the pool table.
I waited back as the two groups agreed for Skip and Trish to start. At least it seemed we all knew how to play, although Emma was fairly vocal about how bad she was, not that I thought I was any good either.
Skip sunk a solid ball first, and he offered the stick to Marcus next, who strode over and easily sunk another.
I got summoned over and attempted my best to sink one, but I groaned when I failed.
Trish went next, sinking one of hers, and George only added another one. Hayley went next, accidentally sinking one of ours.
We played through, laughing and mucking around, and amazingly, my team was able to sink the black ball at the end.
“Well, bottoms up!” Trish laughed as she served up a round of tequila shots for her team.
They downed them before the next round started, and Marcus and I were to play against Skip and Ollie.
We lost, and Marcus just laughed and kissed me before downing his two shots while I forced mine down.
I sat on one of the stools as I watched Skip and Ollie play the final round, while Trish got to work mixing up some rum and Cokes and fetching a jug of water and glasses.
I sipped on a glass of water as I watched the boys play each other, while Trish laughed as she showed Emma and Hayley some photos of Brad.
“So you going to see him again?” Emma asked as we moved to the lounge to relax while the guys remained at the bar and pool table.
“Of course! He knows how to please a woman,” Trish said with a wink. “Mmm, and the things he does with his hands…” She sighed as she fanned herself.
“Ohh, do tell!” Emma giggled, her cheeks rosy as she sipped on a rum and Coke.
I snorted as Hayley groaned, and the guys were laughing as they listened in.
“Well, he likes to do the old fashioned ‘two in the pink, one in the stink,’ but he uses two hands and sometimes adds more fingers. And he knows just how to stroke my walls so that I’m orgasming in mere minutes,” Trish said, grinning widely as Hayley covered her ears.
“Hmm, we should try that,” Emma mused as she looked over at George, who just shrugged and nodded as Skip laughed and sunk another ball.
Hell, I was even tempted to give it a go.
‘If that’s what you want,’ Marcus purred into my mind.
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sp; ‘Many women love it,’ Skip added.
I bit my lip at this, although I quivered at the thought of doing anything naughty with my men.
We’d done a few anal things, but I was still new to it all really.
Although I had enjoyed it.
“Oh look, he just sent me a dick pic,” Trish exclaimed as she showed the photo to Emma, who cried out and burst into laughter as she averted her gaze.
“What, not a good size?” Trish asked as George sauntered over.
“Hmm, impressive actually. Probably too scary for Emma,” he said with a wink as he checked the photo out over her shoulder.
“Like you can talk! Mr Two Prong Dick,” Emma said with a laugh, and I snorted on my water and choked.
“Hey, women love it!” Skip spoke up from the pool table.
“Thank you.” George threw out his arms before leaning over the back of the lounge and hugging Emma. “You definitely love it, my little wicked witch,” he hissed.
“Shame that you two aren’t shifters. Some of the most fun I had was in shifted form, like being knotted with your grandfather,” Trish said with a cackle as she winked at me.
“Ew, gross,” Hayley said, covering her face.
“Excuse me, miss, you’re one to talk. Your mother has told me that you’ve done it too!” Trish turned to her, grinning wickedly as Hayley pursed her lips as her cheeks reddened.
“Well, can’t say we’ve done that,” I said with a chuckle.
“I don’t think it’d even work for us. It’d be too…little,” Emma mused as she grinned over her shoulder at George.
He feigned hurt before kissing her forehead.
“Don’t think a kangaroo and a wolf would mix well,” Skip wondered aloud.
I just stared at him in shock.
Nope. I was definitely not trying that.
Way too weird.
‘Could we do it as wolves?’ Ollie asked mentally, causing Skip to miss as he tried to sink a ball and instead nearly skewered Marcus across the pool table.
Marcus was smirking as he just enjoyed the conversation around him, but I could feel his slight tipsiness, considering he’d had a few more tequila shots of his own accord.
‘I dunno,’ I sent back, biting my lip at the thought. I’d heard about knotting, where their penis would swell up and you’d become locked.
I could see that being quite an issue.
“You’re lucky, with Ollie being a true shifter. Oh, the things you could do,” Trish said with a sigh. “I was with a tiger shifter once, and we did in shifted form. Damn nice go of it there. But my favorite had to be this charming Arabian horse shifter… Now he was certainly hung.” Trish clucked her tongue as she waggled her eyebrows at us. “And he knew just how to use it. Won’t lie, first few times, I thought he was going to slam right through my cervix and send me to the emergency room,” she said with a cackle.
“This is too much information, Gran,” Hayley said, but she was smirking at the newfound knowledge.
“How big was he?” Emma asked, curiosity winning out.
“He was as thick as my wrist, and eight inches—”
“That’s not that big,” Skip scoffed.
“Flaccid,” Trish said coolly, causing Skip to curse.
“Holy hell, how did that thing even fit in when erect?! How big was it stiff?” Emma asked as she gaped.
“About twelve. Wasn’t easy at first,” Trish chuckled, “but we made it work. Ended up doing a lot more backdoor play to accommodate his size,” she said with a wink.
“Ew,” Hayley said, turning up her nose.
“Don’t knock it till you try it, sweets,” Trish said with a chuckle. “Once you get used to it, there’s no going back. Much more intense and longer orgasms, I find.”
Now that was tempting. I was getting more open to it after our last few goes at it.
“Well now, that sounds awfully fun,” Emma smirked, giving George a knowing look.
“So this curfew, when does it take effect?” Trish asked as she checked her phone.
“Tomorrow night I believe,” I said, peeking into Lucas’ mind. The town meeting was coming to an end now that Mr Brady had set up a patrol system and groups, getting the police involved to help with communications and whatnot.
“Wonderful! Brad wants to see me again tonight, if that’s all right with you guys,” she said, quickly checking with us.
“Are you going to his?” Hayley asked instantly. “Because fuck no if I’m going to try to sleep in a bed across from you while you’re getting your naughty on.”
“Of course! I’d never do that to you,” Trish exclaimed, feigning shock at the mere thought of such a thing, but Hayley just arched a brow at her.
“I don’t mind at all,” I said with a shrug. “Just be safe.”
“Always,” Trish said and beamed as she tapped in a response to her new lover.
“Guess Brad likes a woman with a bit more experience and knows how to handle that nice dick of his,” Emma said with a snort, and Trish just laughed.
“Well, I’ve got some moves. I had this old friend back home, Beatrice, who had this twenty-four-year-old plaything. She said he loved how good she was at going down on him, since she had false teeth she could remove,” Trish shared.
“Oh my god!” Emma squealed as she covered her mouth.
“That’s yuck,” Hayley said, pulling a face.
“No teeth? I can see why he might’ve liked it,” Skip mused with a sincere expression.
“I’m worried about the experience you’ve had now,” I said with a scoff as I shook my head.
“Hey, the old ones do hit on me, but I’m a loyal man,” Skip said, winking playfully.
“Ohhhh! You know what I think? I think we should do a truth or dare game, or never have I ever! Yes, never have I ever with shots!” Trish laughed. “Brad can join us for some rounds if that’s okay. He’s headed over to pick me up. Then we’ll go back to his place,” she added.
“Great,” Hayley said unenthusiastically.
“Well if that’s the case, we’re switching from tequila. I’ve got some butterscotch schnapps and berry vodka,” Skip said after finishing the pool game and checking behind the bar.
“Sweet!” Emma beamed as George moved to lean over the back of the lounge to kiss her.
Emma held his face as she deepened it, and I had to look away since I felt like I was invading an awfully intimate moment between them.
The boys joined us in the lounge area, George and Marcus taking the opposing lounge, while Ollie sat on the floor.
Skip brought over the alcohol and shot glasses and set up a round for us.
“So, rules—if you’ve done the question, you drink, if you haven’t, you pass. We each ask a question,” Trish stated. “And they have to be sexual.”
“Of course they do.” Hayley snickered.
“Right, let’s do this,” Skip said, rubbing his hands together as he squeezed between Marcus and George.
“Can I join?”
I smiled as Lucas entered the room, having portaled home.
“Of course! But only after you tell us what’s going on,” Trish said as she beckoned him over.
“Well, a curfew will be in effect starting tomorrow for all supes, young and old. My father has organized select shifter patrols that are starting up tonight to try to sniff Joseph out, and our main focus is finding this dagger,” Lucas shared.
“What about the Council?” Emma asked.
“He’s called them, but they’ve requested he go to see them to discuss everything and bring all the evidence. It sounds like they’ll want to send out a few of their own to sort this out quickly. They need to keep their good name, after all.” Lucas scoffed. “There’s already one powerful witch being sent out, but my father is hoping to get the assistance of more of them, maybe even their renowned warlock.”
“That’d certainly be helpful,” Hayley said, nodding.
“I just wish I knew how the hell I’m meant to find
the bloody thing,” Ollie said with a sigh as he played with his shot glass, nearly spilling the alcohol.
“We’ll figure it out. We’re doing everything we can for tonight. We were meant to work on Claire again today, but the station has been hectic with this Joseph thing. I’ll work on her in the morning with my father. But if you want, I can try drawing any possible hints, memories, etc from your mind on the dagger? See if I can bring any knowledge forward?” Lucas offered as he sat down beside Ollie on the floor.
Ollie nodded firmly, and Lucas held up his glowing purple hand as we all fell silent.
I watched quietly, peeking into Ollie’s mind as both of their eyes glowed faintly purple.
I had to pull back instantly, as the magic inside his mind was too powerful and causing a flurry of thoughts and memories to flick by.
This lasted a few minutes, while Lucas frowned and Ollie remained frozen. I glanced at Marcus and Skip, who were watching with bated breath.
“Anything?” Lucas finally asked as he dropped his hand.
Ollie shook his head sadly. “Nothing really. Although I did feel like I knew something, deep down, it just wouldn’t come forward.”
“Yes, I felt your shifter side respond a bit, but it fought back. I don’t want to push it though. I’ve dug as deep as I can without causing damage in your mind,” Lucas said with a sigh.
We all sat in uneasy silence at the failed attempt.
How were we meant to figure all this out?
“Well, your mother did say we’d find out soon enough. Perhaps we just need to wait,” Trish offered.
“Seems like our best bet,” Emma agreed.
“I vote we continue drinking. Maybe he needs to be pissed for it to be realized,” Skip said with a smirk. “Besides, we could use a night off from all this stress and worry.”
“Sounds good to me. I’ll start with never have I ever, then. Never have I ever been part of an oral train of four or more,” Trish stated with a devious look as we all chuckled.
I could definitely use less worry, and the moment of tense waiting had sobered me up a little.
“What’s an oral train?” I asked, and Emma laughed.
“Guess you’re not drinking,” Emma said with a wink.
‘Think of it as everyone is doing oral on someone and receiving it to create a train. So you’re sucking off Marcus, while Ollie is eating you out, and Lucas is sucking him off as Lucy, and… Well, you get the picture,” Skip informed me.
