Third Charm: A Reverse Harem Tale (Lovin' the Coven Book 3)

by Jacquelyn Faye

  "Jason," I said over my shoulder. "I want you." I gave him an encouraging smile. He scooted down and his legs curled up against mine. I knew he wasn't a virgin, but it took him a few tries to get the correct position before he slipped inside of me.

  I smiled at Jimmy who was watching me with rapt fascination. Watching for the pleasure that was to follow. He set his head on his hand, trailing fingers all over my chest, stomach, and thighs.

  I reached down, grabbed his very wet cock in my hand and stroked him, smiling as his hips thrust to meet my hand.

  Jason was pumping into me and trying to find a good pace. I began to buck my hips to subtly help him find it. He did and the pleasure quivered through me with every thrust. "Jason," I breathed heavily arching my back.

  Jimmy's fingers slid between my thighs as he lifted my leg. I put my foot flat against the bed, propping myself open for him. He smiled at me lovingly as his fingers danced against my clit, barely an inch from Jason as he continued to pound into me.

  I cocked my eyebrow at him but let the pleasure flow through me. Between Jason's cock and Jimmy's fingers, I wasn't going to last much longer.

  "Yes," I panted over and over again. Jimmy got to his knees and lowered himself to me. I gladly took him in my mouth as he reached back down and continued his caresses. Jason was starting to pump a little harder and faster, nearing his end. I moaned in anticipation of him coming inside me. Jimmy shuddered as I moaned with him in my mouth, and I loved it. I began being more vocal as I sucked on him. His caresses stopped as he used one finger to put pressure on my clit, forcing it against me as he made tiny circles, over and around it.

  I closed my eyes as another orgasm washed over me. My clenching and bucking triggered Jason's as he grunted and forced himself against me, pumping with short rapid strokes as he filled me with wet heat.

  I gasped and began pumping Jimmy with my hand as I held him in my mouth.

  "Dot," he warned me with a grunt.

  I pulled him out of my mouth and aimed him at my chest as I leaned back against Jason. He began bucking in my hand as it burst forth, landing in hot rivers across my skin. I groaned as I kept moving my hand over him, smiling. He reached down and grabbed my hand when the sensations became too much, lowering himself to the bed in front of me.

  "That was amazing," I said loud enough for them both to hear me clearly. I figured I'd better say it before they both asked.

  "Yeah it was," Jason said contentedly behind me. I leaned back a little further and gave him a quick kiss on his lips.

  "I'll go get a towel," Jimmy said and slid off the bed, slipping into the bathroom and returning with one.

  "You're the bestest," I said and smiled at him as he leaned over and gently wiped his painting off my chest. I lifted my chin for him.

  "That was hot," he said and grinned at me.

  "You didn't get any on Jason, did you?"

  He looked over me and shook his head.

  "Ew," Jason said with a chuckle.

  "Would you really have complained?" I looked over at him.

  "Probably not at the time. But after, maybe."

  I started laughing and Jason slipped out of me. Jimmy reached down with the towel and patted me down. Then he did the absolutely hottest thing I could have ever imagined, he leaned down and kissed me on my clit. I stared at him wide eyed as he looked up at me, gently ran his tongue over my opening and winked at me.

  I came again with a little shudder, gripping the sheet in my hand as I breathed through it.

  "Did he just lick you?" Jason asked incredulously.

  I nodded, still unable to speak.

  "Jeez, remind me never to bitch if he gets any on me."

  ∞ ∞ ∞

  I got my wish and the three of us took a shower together, but we were so spent there was no fun and games. We'd have to try that later. I just stood between them as we all gently washed each other. Jimmy washed Jason's back, but that was as close as they got to each other.

  I was the first one dressed and at the coffee maker.

  Finally. I greedily sipped from my Shud duh fuh cup mug.

  Did you have fun?

  I looked down at Dar, lying by my feet. He had snuck up on me and I hadn't even heard him. At least he didn't shove his nose where it didn't belong, and I didn't mean that figuratively.

  Yes. She did. Yuki answered for me. She'd been my familiar much longer than Dar, could taste food through me, and enjoy my little love making sessions.

  Why aren't you asleep? I was starting to worry about how much she was awake during the day.

  I don't know. I've been lying here since you woke up the first time. Do you think sleeping pills would work on a vampire?

  Probably not. Want me to buy you a television?

  There was a moment of silence.

  Yuki?

  You'd do that?

  I walked over to her door. Yuki, if you don't stop doing shit like that, I'm going to throw holy water on you. Get it through your thick little skull. You are mine, I will always take care of you. If you have wants or needs, you fucking tell me. Got it?

  Got it.

  Good.

  I could hear her sniffling through the door. It was probably locked, but I tried it anyway. I blinked in surprise as the handle turned.

  I dove into the room quickly and shut the door behind me, letting in as little sunlight as I could. My eyes instantly adjusted and I could see everything in the room. Including her, sitting in middle of the bed, with her knees up to her chest and arms wrapped around them.

  I sat down behind her and pulled her to me into a backward hug.

  "You okay?"

  "Yes. Just scared and sad."

  "Why?"

  "I hate being trapped in here during the day. You're usually always gone, and I have nobody to talk to. Josie and the pussycat are always running around giggling, thinking I'm asleep. I haven't slept the day through in weeks. I'm going a little batty."

  A little chirp of laughter escaped my lips. "Batty. Vampire. That's funny."

  I felt her chuckle against me.

  "Well. You inherited my tasting food and my pleasure powers. I'm sorry you also got my diurnal tendencies."

  She rubbed her face with one hand as she leaned against me.

  "Thanks, Dot."

  "For what?"

  "Caring."

  I kissed the top of her head. "If you ever need to talk, I'm just a mind shout away."

  She laughed at that.

  Dot. You may want to come out here.

  What is it?

  The door.

  Who's here?

  Not that door. The other door…

  "Nana!"

  I slipped out from behind Yuki and patted her on the head. Without thinking, I flung her door open and ran out. Her hiss stopped me in my tracks. I spun around and reached in her room to grab the handle. "Sorry!"

  "Dot!"

  "What?" I pulled it almost all the way closed.

  "Open the door all the way. Please."

  "What?"

  "Do it."

  I did. The sunlight wasn't flowing into her room directly, but there was enough ambient light filtering in that she should have been in horrid discomfort. She wasn't. She was staring at her hands, watching them as they were bathed in non-artificial light.

  There was a boom and a crack of thunder from the living room.

  "I'll be right back!"

  She nodded without looking at me. There were too many things happening at once. I turned around and Josie flung open her door, wrapped in a blanket. Candace stood behind her blinking rapidly and slowly pointing at a visible Yuki in her room. I ignored them both and ran into the living room. The door in my wall was rattling and bellowing white smoke and flashing purple through the cracks. I wanted to find a big stick and whack my grandmother with it as she came through. It might be the only way I could get a shot in.

  The doorknob turned just before the door swung wide. The smell of sage filled the air as my grandmother
imperiously stepped through the portal to the other side, waving away the smoke.

  "Nana!"

  "Hello, Granddaughter," she said with a smile.

  "Don't you hello granddaughter me! We've been looking all over for you!"

  "Yes. Your mother finally got a hold of me. I rushed right over. What's this about floating rifts?"

  "Nana. What. Did. You. Do?"

  She sighed and shrugged. "Do you have any tea?"

  Candace walked past me. I motioned to the dining table and Nana took a seat. Jimmy and Jason came into the room and Josie went to put some clothes on. Dar moved next to me, stared at the woman seated at my table, and growled.

  Nana narrowed her eyes at him and barked something in Latin. Dar dropped to the ground and rolled on his back, tongue hanging from his mouth.

  "Hellhound?" she asked but narrowed her eyes further. "No. Something else. Cad a bhfuil tú," she canted in Irish, her native language.

  Dar yipped and curled next to me, coughing and shifting. His bipedal humanoid form gasping in pain on the floor.

  "You okay?"

  He nodded, catching his breath. Just caught me off guard. She's strong.

  And scary, I added.

  And can hear you both, she added in both our heads.

  We both looked at each other and back up to her.

  "He's new. I don't think I've ever seen one quite like him."

  "Nana, this is Dar."

  "Greetings, Dar of Gehenna," she said as he stood. She raised her eyebrows as it became quite apparent, he was naked.

  "Greetings…Nana."

  "Cathleen, please."

  He nodded.

  "You've been busy, Dorothea."

  She used my full name. She never did that. I was either in a shit ton of trouble, or she was impressed with me. Either way I was screwed.

  I ignored her name calling and sat down at the table beside her. Dar shifted back and sat by me, more comfortable in his dog form. I didn't blame him. If I were a guy, I wouldn't want to be naked in front of my grandmother, either.

  "So, what happened?" I finally mustered the courage to ask her.

  Again, she sighed. "I screwed up. I'm sorry, Granddaughter."

  I blinked at her. Repeatedly. She admitted making a mistake. It was probably the first time in recorded history such an admission had occurred, and I was certain the world would end before it happened again.

  "Don't give me that look. Yes. I screwed the pooch."

  Dar whined beside me.

  She ignored him. "I wanted to cast the portal between us, but as you know, your mother locked away my spellbooks…"

  "Yes. I know."

  "Well, I thought I could do it from memory, but…" She paused a moment. "I may or may not have forgotten a particular glyph and well… It had nothing to anchor to. I could feel it popping in and out of existence here, so I released the spell. But it was already too late. The portal found an anchor the moment I let go. Unfortunately, that anchor was in the planes of Gehenna. So, with an anchor on one end, the other just seemed to flop around madly in your quaint little town. I thought nothing of it, not knowing it was still active."

  "So, you stole your spell books back to try again."

  She nodded.

  "So, is what Mother says true? Will it find an anchor here and become massive?"

  "Spilling an unimaginable number of denizens into this world. Yes. It will become a hellmouth."

  "Fuuuuuuuck," Jimmy said wisely, behind me.

  "Apt, but vulgar," Nanna said disdainfully.

  "Sorry."

  She nodded at my boyfriend. He took a step back, just to be safe.

  "So, how do we stop it?" There had to be a way. There was always a way. At least in the movies.

  "That's where I have been. Trying to find a way."

  "Please tell me you did."

  "Yes. Hopefully. But the price was very high."

  "What was it?"

  "The life of your mother."

  "Nana!"

  "I'm kidding, Child. It was a joke."

  I sighed and shook my head, hiding my smile. "So, what was the price?"

  "A night of passion with the elven king."

  "You poor thing. How did you survive?" I asked sarcastically.

  "How did I stay awake, you mean. Elves make love like they're painting a living room."

  I stared at her aghast, sincerely doubting my ability to look at another elf again with a straight face, ever again.

  "So, what was the solution?"

  "We anchor it when it arrives again, before it can expand into a hellmouth."

  "Sure. That's easy. Why didn't I think of that?"

  She narrowed her eyes at me.

  "Nana, I saw one of these things up close…in my bathroom. There's no way to anchor it. It's a two-dimensional ribbon. It's not like we can grab the edges and stretch it over a door frame like a balloon. That, and we have no idea where it will appear. We would have to start drawing the glyphs and casting the circle for days before it would appear. Even if we started now, and we knew where, it's probably going to go full nuclear sometime in the next few hours."

  "All true. If we didn't have these," she said and reached into her pocket. Then her other pocket. Then her back pocket. Checked her bag, dumped the contents onto my table, shuffled through everything and muttered, "Oh!" She reached into her jacket pocket and pulled out a doe-skin bag, handing it to me.

  I pulled the drawstring, snorting at the elvish runes embossed on the supple leather. "Painting a living room," I said and chuckled again.

  I tipped the bag and three stones of blue, green, and crimson rolled into my hand. They were flat, but circular, with more elvish runes carefully carved in the stone and gilded in silver.

  "Uh. What are these?"

  "Charms."

  "Lucky charms?"

  "No, more of the fix a wayward portal type."

  "How do they work?"

  "One to anchor, one to bind, and one to… I forgot what the third one does. I'm sure it gets rid of it, somehow."

  "Which one is which?"

  "I don't know."

  "How do they work?"

  "You read the inscriptions on them and then hurl them at the rift. One at a time."

  "Nana?"

  "Yes, Child?"

  "None of us can read elvish…"

  "What?"

  "I can," Candace said with a sigh.

  "Can you read all three and throw them into the portal?"

  "No," Nana said evenly. "It has to be three different people."

  "I can translate them onto paper phonetically for you. Hopefully the stones will say which one is which," Candace said and walked over, nervously looking at my grandmother.

  "This child is adorable!"

  I kept Candace's age to myself, but from the way Nana was staring at her through half-lidded eyes, she might be figuring that out on her own.

  I handed her the stones, and she rolled them over in her hands. She set the green one down first. "That is the anchor stone. Once it touches the rift, it will be stationary."

  "Jason, toss me the pad of paper by the phone, and a pen, please."

  He grabbed both and set them in front of me. "Here."

  "Thanks." I wrote anchor stone on the top of the page and flipped it over to the next page. Candace could make notes under each one.

  "Dot?"

  Yuki's voice came from behind me. "Yeah, sweetie?" I turned around… She was standing. In the middle of my living room. Swathed in sunlight. She was staring down at her hands in front of the big window as the sunlight shined all over her. Dust motes were swirling around her, flashing in the beams of light.

  "What's happening to me?"

  I pushed my chair back, the stones temporarily forgotten. Crossing the distance between us, I smiled as I saw tears of joy streaming down her cheeks. They were tinted red, but still beautiful, just as she was with the sunlight playing with the purple in her hair. She sniffed as she turned to me.
r />   "Do you like it?"

  "It's so warm."

  "Guess you inherited a little more from me than just food and fun, huh?"

  She nodded at me, about three seconds away from a full-blown meltdown. I don't think I'd ever seen anyone as happy as she was, right then, at that moment.

  "Hang on," I whispered, torn between wanting to watch her joy and having to deal with the rift. I did the best I could and walked back to the table, grabbing one of the high-backed wooden chairs. I brought it over to her, setting it down beside her in the sun and facing it out the window. "Enjoy yourself."

  "Dot… Thank you. A million of them aren't enough, but you can have all of them."

  "Happy for you, sweetie." I rubbed the top of her head and went back to the table, unable to stop smiling.

  "She's going to make all the other vampires jealous," Jimmy said with a smile.

  "I'm glad. They kind of kicked her to the curb, she should get a kick ass ability out of it."

  Candace had the three stones in front of her and was hastily scribbling notes under each title, having ripped the pages off the pad. Standing over her, I watched her swirling script as she jotted it down. Her hand-writing was beautiful and made mine look like it had been done by an over-caffeinated six-year-old. I guess after seven hundred years you'd have plenty of time to practice.

  The green stone was the Anchor Stone, the blue was the Binding Stone, and the reddish one was the… Sealing stone. I sighed in relief. There was a way to close it. The weight I hadn't felt in my chest became noticeable as it left. Now we just need to find it, bind it, bag it, and tag it. Then we could get on with our abnormal lives.

  "Well, that's settled," Nana said and slapped her knees, standing. "I have a house to go buy. If you'll excuse me…"

  "Nana?"

  "Yes, Child?"

  "Sit your ass down. You're not buying a tube of fucking toothpaste until this is over."

  "Dorothea. While I might have been partially responsible for what is happening, don't ever presume to order me around. Ask your mother how well that worked for her…"

  "Nana. Once this is over you can be as imperious and pompous as you would like. Until that time, you're staying right by my side. You broke it, you fix it. Do we have an accord?"