by Viola Grace
Tynan grabbed his friend’s arm. “It’s fine. It looks like these are her friends, and they wouldn’t be chatting with us if she were in immediate danger.”
The woman chuckled. “You are correct. We are friends of hers. Well, us and our fourth, who is working out of commuting distance.”
Tynan looked at the demon and djinn. “What is your fourth?”
The woman smiled. “A giant. I am a golden goose via the Rapunzel line. I am Sallen, and this is Acker and Cale.” She smiled brightly. “Coffee?”
Tynan rubbed a hand across his face. “Please.”
Sallen spent the next ten minutes on handling Nessa and explaining her situation. Acker pitched in, and Cale rubbed Sallen’s shoulders while they talked.
Tynan saw their grouping, and he set his cup down with a deliberate movement. “I would like to see Nessa now.”
Sallen nodded. “About fucking time. I thought Cale was going to have to go down on me before you would budge. Up the stairs, third door on the right.”
Hector sprinted past him in a dark blur, and he was right behind.
* * * *
Sallen sighed. “They are extremely pretty but not too bright.”
Cale whispered in her ear, “Is that offer still on the table?”
Acker chuckled. “I do have fond memories of the table.”
Sallen looked up the steps. “We have at least an hour or two.”
Cale set her down on the table and eased his hands up her skirt, Acker kissed her, and they proceeded to spend a very entertaining hour, no blindfolds required.
Chapter Five
Nessa felt a rush of heat from the front and an echoing rush from behind until power bounced between them. She inhaled sharply as she felt hands on her waist beneath the blanket. She opened her eyes and looked at Hector. He bent his head and kissed her, warming her from the inside out.
Tynan was at her neck and shoulder, kissing and drawing patterns with his tongue, his hands moving to cup her breast through her bra.
Her body was just as delighted by their touch as it had been the first time. She felt herself getting stronger as they cuddled close.
When she finally had enough power, she pushed at Hector, and when he lifted his head, she muttered, “You two are assholes.”
Tynan bit at her shoulder, and she shivered. He could feel her nipples harden, and she felt his smile. She shot an elbow back and caught him in the ribs. “What do you think you are doing?”
He lifted his head. “Refreshing my memory.” He rolled her nipples between thumb and forefinger. “I like the lace.”
She shivered. “I didn’t wear it for you.”
Hector stroked her jaw with one hand and kept the other on her waist. “You taste better than I remembered.”
She looked at him and stared into his dark grey eyes that flared red as she looked at them. “I remember those eyes.”
He smiled and kissed her again, his tongue sliding and duelling against hers. She moaned, and one of Tynan’s hands eased into her panties, and he stroked her with fingers that grew rapidly slick as they flexed, parted her, and slipped inside.
She moaned as they played her until she bucked against Tynan’s hand, her inner muscles clutched at his fingers. Tingles ran through her, and Hector groaned against her mouth. It was at that moment that she realized she was holding onto them both. Her hands were threaded through Tynan’s hair, reaching back, and Hector’s hair forward. She let go and tried to figure out where to put her hands that wouldn’t give them the wrong idea. Battling human concepts with what she really wanted was difficult.
“That is a very serious expression, Nessa.” Hector kissed her softly.
“Um, it is difficult to determine if this is going to be a good thing or a bad thing.”
Tynan moved his fingers and stroked her clit with his thumb. She gasped and arched her head back. The heat against her nipple was the only warning she got before the edge of her bra was pulled aside, and Hector had her nipple between his teeth. She squeaked. And he released her, licked her, and started a rhythmic sucking with soft flicks of his tongue that started her clit throbbing. He moved the other cup of her bra to the side and treated the other side the same way. Tynan kept his fingers moving inside her, and the slow tugging on her breasts set her off on a third orgasm.
She gasped for breath and muttered, “How long are we going to do this here?”
Hector pressed his forehead to her collarbone. Blocks of white were showing in his dark hair. “Until you are strong enough to travel.”
“Do I have to walk out of here?”
Tynan chuckled. “No. One of us will take you.”
She shivered at the implied reference. “Fine. I think my clothing is on that table over there.”
Hector looked up at her. “Why do you want to go now?”
Shadows and light were spreading across his face. She kissed him. “Your glamour is cracking.”
He looked to Tynan, and she felt the nod against her shoulder. Hector sighed. “It is best that we take this elsewhere then.” He pulled his normal dark mocha complexion into being, his hair went to black, and his eyes to grey.
He eased her bra back into place and sat up. He resumed his appearance of the rumpled executive, and a glance behind her showed that Tynan was in the same style of clothing but in a black shirt instead of white.
“Well, I am woefully underdressed.” She looked at her hands, and the marks were still dark.
Tynan got up and grabbed her folded clothing. “Here you are. I rather think the lace suits you. Was that on the whole time?”
She blinked. “Um, yes. I don’t take off my underwear just to pull sweats on.”
She took the clothes and pulled her sweatshirt on then rolled to the other side of the bed to put her pants on. She felt strangely better.
Nessa stood up and swayed. Tynan caught her and lifted her. “I don’t know why I can’t stand up.”
Hector opened the door, and as they passed, he stated, “You will be back to your normal self shortly. We just need to get somewhere a little more private.”
She muttered, “That sounds ominous.”
Tynan grinned as they walked down the hall. “Oh, it is.”
When they reached the bottom of the stairs, Sallen waved them off. “I will tell your parents where you went.”
“How do you know where I am going?”
“The boys and I had a chat. Good luck.”
Nessa chuckled at that last comment. The fine gold line on her wrist was only there when the light caught it. Sallen had wrapped her in luck. She chuckled. Her friend had her back. To hide her looking at her wrist, she turned her hands up and looked at the pinpoints.
“So, how did you devise this technique?”
Tynan grinned. “I had a few years to work on it. This one does not depend on your species; it simply makes you able to only feed on us.”
She blinked. “What?”
Hector opened the back door of a large SUV in a nice pewter colour. He flicked a switch on the driver’s door, and she winced. He was enabling the child lock. She was settled in place and buckled in. Tynan sat next to her, holding her hand as Hector pulled around the gravel entryway and headed for the road.
Nessa said, “I don’t think you understand how much power I passively draw when I move around a city. You two are going to need to be with me constantly and are slowly going to deteriorate unless we develop an open link.”
Tynan squeezed her hand. “We know what we are getting into. We can handle the draw. Hector is tougher than he looks.”
“What about you? Mage-born power is like an expensive sherry. It’s addictive.”
Hector snorted. “What about faerie energy?”
“A solid chardonnay.”
Tynan grinned. “What about dark faerie energy?”
She swallowed the sudden rush of saliva. “Exotic liqueur. You have it once but think of it often.”
/> Hector was grinning at her in the rear-view mirror. His voice was husky. “And did you?”
She looked out the window at the passing landscape. “Once or twice.”
Ten years of remembering them on the anniversary of that night and missing it intensely. She had felt so whole and calm in their arms. There was no frantic scrabble for passive energy. They gave themselves to her, and she took them for everything she could grab. She had consumed it slowly over the next ten years, and the stupid spell from the night before had taken her reserves. She had finally gotten to the crumbs of her chip bag, and they had dumped her crumbs out.
She frowned as they drove to a very expensive part of the city and kept driving through until they were in front of a large gate. Hector pressed a button on the dashboard, and they drove through. “Please, tell me this isn’t your house.”
Tynan laughed. “It isn’t.”
“It’s my father’s house. We have a wing to ourselves.”
He pulled up at the main door and left the car running with the fob in it. Tynan got out, and Hector came out to take her in his arms and carry her into the house. They crossed the threshold, and a servant in a suit that costed more than she made in a year bowed and looked at her. “Mr. Hector, please, remember that your father doesn’t enjoy it when you bring your entertainments home.”
Hector stepped toward him, and as they passed a line in the marble tile, she felt something she had only heard of before. A glamour stripper.
She looked at his onyx features and white hair and smiled. “Yup. The sweats are real.”
“Ah, but is the lingerie? That is what I want to know.”
“Yusen, we are going to go for a nap. Send food in two hours.” He looked at her and nodded. “Three hours.”
The butler was staring at her. “Yes, Mr. Hector.”
Tynan laughed and smacked the man on the shoulder. “Yes, you are seeing the equivalent of a faerie-sex-consuming unicorn.”
She muttered, “Keep that up, and your horn isn’t getting anywhere near me.”
Hector chuckled and walked off with her still held against him. Tynan walked slightly ahead and opened doors for them as they walked what felt like endless hallways.
“Well, I see where you get your endurance.” She muttered as she tried to remember the way out. Just in case.
“Are you casing the place?”
“Safety first. Looking for fire exits.” She leaned her head against his chest, and they entered a strangely large room. “So, no glamours but space-bending magic?”
“Me and Tynan take up a lot of room.”
He stood her up next to the bed. “Clothes off or shredded. Your choice.”
She grimaced and peeled off her sweatsuit, paused, and removed her underwear. She liked it, and they were careful now but would be less so as time went on. If she wanted something to leave the house in, she would need her clothes in one piece.
She gathered her stuff up and asked, “Where can I put it?”
Tynan beckoned her to a walk-in closet and pointed out a laundry chute. “They will be washed and returned to you.”
She nearly hyperventilated at the thought of letting go of her clothing, but she dropped them into the chute. Now, she was stuck, but it wasn’t like she could go anywhere until she had fed anyway. She was literally running on empty.
Tynan smiled. “Come on, we will start with a shower before we wreck the room.”
“Don’t you guys need sleep? That other enchantment kept draining you.”
“We will rest. There isn’t enough time to do more than refresh our memories properly before we head down for a nap, but after we have rested, I think things will get rather fun.”
She shivered and swayed. He frowned. “Is something wrong?”
She looked at him, and when he looked down at her, she reached up and pulled him to her. She needed, and if she had to take it from him or Hector, she would get it. She kissed him deeply and wrapped her arms around his neck. He was tense against her body, but when her tongue touched his, she started to draw power from him. Hard. She was hungry.
Hands pulled her away and turned her. “Easy, Nessa. Sorry, we shouldn’t have delayed.”
Hector kissed her, and when she started to pull, there was a wave of energy that spilled through her. She reeled back and gasped then lunged back toward him until Tynan stroking her back soothed her to the point where she could put the hunger aside.
Hector stroked her face, her neck, and her waist. She pulled back, and her chest was heaving. She was mortified. “I am so sorry. I don’t... I never...” Big, fat tears began to fall.
“It’s fine. I am fine. Tynan is fine. He just wasn’t expecting you to make a move.”
She blinked and wiped her cheeks. “Why did you?”
“Because I had a talk with your father and paid attention when he said you started travelling ten years ago and there was no trail of bodies in your wake.” He smiled. “We filled your tank for you. You have been living off it ever since.”
She blinked and nodded.
“So, because you didn’t need a lover, you didn’t take a lover, correct?”
She blushed. “Ah. No. It didn’t seem fair to get someone addicted and then risk what happened to you two. I did try and come back a few times to pull the mark, but I didn’t know your last names, and I wasn’t going to ask Skeller who you were.”
Hector nodded. “Better?”
“Better. Still hungry.”
Tynan nipped her shoulder. “Me, too.”
“Break the stupid spell, and it all goes away.” She stroked Tynan’s hair.
He wrapped his arms around her and lifted her, carrying her to the bathroom. The shower stall was the entire room.
“Mirror, sink, toilet, brushes are through that sliding panel.” Tynan set her under the spray and got himself soaked in the process.
She pressed her hands to the wall, and it developed grips. She laughed. “Ah, got it.”
Hector was naked with his marks of power glowing through his skin. “Safety first.” He had a foamy puff thing in his hand, and he started to massage her skin.
Tynan did the same thing on the other side, and she started laughing.
Hector murmured, “What set that off?”
“Carwash porn.”
He paused, and he and Tynan both snorted. She was squeaky clean in no time. “But now, I don’t know who to tip?”
Hector turned her toward the wall and tapped it twice. The imp in the stone held her in a snug but comfortable grip.
She watched as they both scrubbed themselves, and there was a flutter in her belly. When Tynan turned so Hector could wash his back, Hector placed a soft kiss on Tynan’s neck.
She watched as Hector helped Tynan scrub, and then, Tynan helped Hector. She was breathing heavily and curling her nails into her palms. She heard a crackling of power, and the wall moaned as it succumbed to her charm.
They had been making out in front of her when the wall started to send out tendrils of stone to pull her more firmly against it. Nessa gasped and muttered, “Guys. Fun to watch and all. Little help?”
Hector looked at her, and his eyes went wide. She was wearing webbing made of stone, and the marble was working on its best version of foreplay.
“Can you pull your arousal in?”
She gritted her teeth as the stone crept into her. “No. I could get loose, but it would break your shower.”
The creeping marble paused and slowly began to retreat. “I can still break it if it doesn’t let me loose.”
The stone retracted in a rush, and she fell forward.
Hector caught her, and he blinked. “That was not something I was expecting.”
“If it promises not to do that again, I will let it fondle my breasts the next time I am here.”
The wall shivered happily.
Hector murmured, “You are going to have to hold to that promise.”
“
It’s fine. I don’t do anything fun with them anyway.” She shrugged.
He grinned. “That might change today.”
She placed a hand on his chest. “You are going to have to hold to that promise.”
Hector was struck in the head with a towel before he could kiss her, and Tynan wrapped a towel around her, carrying her into the bedroom.
Whee! She had something to wear.
Chapter Six
He stood her up next to the bed and whispered; a ripple of silver fire ran up their bodies. Mage fire.
She looked up at him and snorted. “So, the shower was just showing off?”
“Yes, and to get your arousal started.”
She grabbed his hand and slid it between her thighs. A single stroke and both fingers were slick. “So, did you decide who is going where first?”
Hector turned her around. “How did you know?”
“I seem to remember a furtive round of rock-paper-scissors way back when, but you weren’t nearly as pretty then. Tynan had the good looks, and you had the quiet charm.”
“And now?”
“I just want you for your energy signature for now.” She stroked his chest. “And your pretty red eyes.”
He lay back on the bed and stroked her breasts. “Take what you need.”
His erection was up and slightly curved. She moved her hand over the shaft, and his foreskin slid to expose a gleaming tip. She crawled over him and pressed him against her opening before she slid onto him. She groaned and braced her hands on his chest as she moved until he was fully inside her. She panted, and his eyes were nearly closed. She lifted her hips and then slid back onto him; she repeated it and soon was in a limping and staggering rhythm that brought her closer to what she needed.
He grabbed her hands and pulled them to his shoulders, which leaned her forward. She felt the pressure at her ass, and the next time she pushed down, Tynan slid inside. The air left her lungs in a rush. She remembered the feeling of fullness of having both of them, but she thought her memory had exaggerated.
He withdrew, and when he returned, she grunted as she was rocked forward. Her nerves were shorting out, and Hector undulated his hips against her, and the blaze of hunger began to build. She was slid between them and could feel every inch of them as each cock slid and advanced in turn. She breathed harder, her voice let out small sounds, and when they picked up the pace, she screamed against Hector’s chest as her hunger spiralled out in a vortex and hung in the air. Hector gripped her hips and pounded into her while Tynan did the same, and they shouted in synchronized unison. Their pleasure emerged, and her hunger grabbed it, pulling inward.
