Kougar, Savanna - Kandy Apple and Her Hellhounds (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Savanna Kougar

  Triad, she thought. Yet this was something more.

  This is the potent intimate magick that lives between a woman and a man. Two men in her case.

  Entranced by both the dark and light of their desire for each other, Kandace couldn’t move.

  “Zin,” she whispered long moments later.

  “Yes, our magick, my beloved mate.”

  “Yes,” Zol echoed.

  Zol’s matching passion spiraled around her core, her soul, tight as if he’d chained her. Yet in the same instant, she felt as if she’d been freed by the hand of the Divine.

  Zin stroked his hand from her hair with complete mastery. Kandace slipped deeper, the effervescent water cradling her, even as Zol’s arms cradled her briefly.

  Floating, she surrendered, letting the silky steamy water cover her from stem to stern. Kandace had never felt so ephemeral and so profoundly alive.

  Chapter Forty-Seven:

  Sexy-butt Beasts

  Kandace spun in the drying wind, as Zol and Zin called it, her arms upraised. The three of them had done an impromptu version of a square dance, swinging each other as their bodies dried.

  She giggled, a wild child having fun. Then, as she’d done in her teenage years, Kandace pretended to be a Flashdance ballerina.

  Once she felt dry, she rapidly whirled in one spot. Her performance complete, she bowed with a flourish.

  “Bravo, darling. Your naked dance inspires the strength of our loins.”

  Zol and Zin’s in-stereo appreciation for her zinged Kandace in all the right places. “Only for my H hounds. And my feminine ego thanks you.”

  “Shall we untame your riotous tendrils even more?” Zol moved closer, combing his fingers through her hair.

  “Riotous?” Kandace envisioned her mane as cartoon-electric, like a character who’d stuck their finger in a light socket.

  “Enchantingly untamed.” Zin stepped beside her, slipping his fingers into her hair.

  “Oh, why not? Electrify it if you want.”

  After all, how could she deny her hellhounds? She was all swoony goo at their nearness.

  Kandace let her eyelids close. Their deft handling of her hair and the confident sweep of their hands heightened the headiness she felt.

  “Finished?” she asked, once Zin and Zol tenderly grasped her hands.

  “Finished, love,” Zol velvety poured into her ear.

  “Keep your eyes shut, darling. We want to surprise you with your gown.” Zin’s tone caressed her other ear.

  Tempted like mad to open her eyes, still, Kandace clenched her eyelids. Anticipation tingly-darted through her middle as Zol and Zin led her forward.

  Resisting the urge to peek using her mind power, she gripped their hands tighter. Once they walked onto a carpeted surface, exotic and divine fragrances wafted inside her nostrils.

  “Ooooh, I smell moon magick. Please, please, please…Zin, Zol, can I open my eyes now?”

  “A few more steps, love,” they rasped.

  Not only did Kandace hear their excitement, but it simmered inside her. “This Triad thing we have…I’ve definitely become a cauldron for my hellhounds.”

  “We are your volcanic brew. Always, darling,” they chorused.

  “Incendiary passion devices, all right.”

  “Open your eyes, darling Kandy Apple,” they purred with the voice of lovers.

  Kandace didn’t waste a moment. Her eyelids flew wide.

  She gasped, enthralled, and stared at the black, backless gown. Trimmed with silver thread, there were also star-like rhinestones on the bodice.

  “Slinky elegant chic…oh, Zol and Zin.” Overwhelmed, Kandace simply kept staring as her hands pressed to her breastbone.

  “The gown pleases you?” they asked moments later.

  “It’s breathtaking…and, and the jewelry! All the cosmetics.” Kandace unglued her feet, stepping toward the vanity. “My witch’s hat. I love it.” She stroked the plushy tip, the velvet a sensual treat. “I love it all! The witch shoes. The amazing cape.”

  She whirled to them, her heart so full she couldn’t contain it. “I love you! Both of you. I can’t help it.”

  Her hellhounds smiled looking like twin, if nude, Cary Grants. “You are our beloved witch.”

  “Oooh, I feel your happiness beaming inside me.” A tiny giggle burst from her.

  Their eyes blazed red and their heads tilted in the same direction, tickling her.

  “Instead of beam me up. It’s red beams inside me.”

  Their gazes moved up and down her body in perfect sync. “You are glowing now, darling. Pink, to be precise.”

  Kandace lifted her arm seeing a pinkish light. “I am. I’m the glowing witch who loves you.”

  For many splendored moments Kandace merged with Zin and Zol as they gazed at each other. She smiled, all happy and sparkly inside.

  “You two are definitely too good to be true. In a good way, of course.”

  Struck by a realization, Kandace didn’t move toward them as she’d been about to do.

  “What is it, precious Kandy? Have we missed something you require?” Zin asked.

  “No.” Kandace shook her head absently, collecting her thoughts.

  “You know.” She half-turned, scanning the dream-come-true dressing room, her dressing room. “I’ve always wondered why certain heroines in books, in movies can’t…I mean, it’s all about some drama-up-and-down struggle…like somehow that makes the heroine worthy of having the happily ever after.”

  With her thoughts racing, Kandace asked, “Why not truly enjoy having it this good? But some women I know can’t, and won’t ever be able to. I’ve also noticed having a lot of good things in their lives actually bores them.”

  “We do understand,” Zol gently uttered. “The human condition has been conditioned by the forces of evil, since the final fall of the worldwide civilization known as Atlantis.”

  Kandace nodded, resonating with his words. “You know, despite all the positive hype about being the best you can be…reach for the stars and dream the impossible dream…underneath it all, evil’s subliminal message is, don’t expect too much in life…poverty is good…and, by the way, humanity, you’ll never be anything worthwhile, so don’t even try.”

  Drawing in a large breath, she added, “And, if you do try, you’ll fail.”

  “Yes, dark magick messages are being used by those who despise humanity, and seek dominion over Earth. As we have spoken about.”

  Zin’s gaze reached out and embraced her. Even so, Kandace shivered, and loosely wrapped her arms around herself. “Lies for truth. Truth for lies.”

  “Indeed, despite the Grand Awakening arcing toward 2012, evil’s deception still traps most of humanity.” Wanting to ease her, Zol’s gaze searched her face.

  However, her thoughts moved deeper. “I think evil’s trap is so unseen, we all get caught…each to a different degree.”

  “Invisibility to the human eye and mind has been the key—as is accomplished by a great stage magician.” Zin cocked his head, studying her.

  “Yes, of course.” The silence now inside Kandace brutalized her. “It is here. The crossroads for the people of Earth.”

  “Yes,” her hellhounds echoed each other. “Our missions become more critical.”

  Kandace absorbed their words gradually, then murmured, “And it’s critical I dress now. My intuition is clang-clanging.”

  “Yes, darling. Shall we assist you?”

  Kandace grinned at their overly eager expressions. Moving between them, she then stood on tiptoe and planted smooches on their hard masculine cheeks.

  “Not yet. I’m a girl who prefers to dress herself. But, one of you can do the final gown-zipping honors. The other one may adorn me with that magnifique necklace.”

  Kandace paused. “Thank you, my Zin and Zol, for the resplendissant jewelry.”

  “Of course, my darling.” Zol brushed a caress on her arm. “If you need us, send a telepathic summons.”
/>   “You’ll be the first to know,” Kandace sang, her tone a tease.

  With an informal bow of their heads, her hellhounds stepped back and pivoted. Jauntily, they strode for the archway.

  Kandace wolf-whistled at them spontaneously. At least, she attempted it.

  “Sexy-butt beasts,” she called after them.

  Pausing briefly, Zol and Zin gave their assess a shake, their movements identical. If the sight hadn’t been hot-acular as hell, Kandace would have burst out laughing.

  With a toss of her hair, she spun to the divinely feminine vanity. For moments, she stared at her reflection, captivated.

  Zin and Zol had electrified her tresses beautifully. Her appearance reminded Kandace of a fantasy witch in a midnight mystical painting.

  Smiling at herself, she decided to enjoy dressing despite everything that weighed heavily upon her soul. First, though, Kandace took her time gazing around, enchanted by the exquisite furnishings.

  “Oh, Zol and Zin,” she whispered, “you are mind-trippy unbelievable.”

  Once she studied the array of cosmetics and perfumes, her natural joie de vie surfaced. Picking up each jar, bottle, and case, Kandace luxuriated in the sights and scents, then chose which ones to use.

  Moving to the gown, she lightly ran her fingertips over the fabric and moaned with appreciation. “Water for silk,” she whispered.

  Slipping the gown from the hangar, Kandace scrutinized it carefully and noted the side zipper. She’d dressed for fancy evening parties often. However, never with a vintage gown. Given the style, she decided to put her makeup on afterward

  Meowsssh, she heard in her mind. “Vresc kitty, come on in.”

  A whoosh of sound had Kandace whirling around. Vresc sailed toward her, his silver-glinting wings flapping gently.

  With barely a thud, he landed close to her witch’s hat. After folding his wings neatly, he sat statue-style, then gave her a big feline grin.

  “You are too cute.” Kandace bent and placed a kiss between his squinched eyes.

  “Okay, time to dress.” Draping the gown over the back of the chaise lounge, she reached for the black silk pantyhose.

  “Sheer to the max. Methinks the playhounds want a slide-down-the-banister view of my butt again. I wonder if there is a nice long banister at this chichi party?”

  Chapter Forty-Eight:

  Hellhounds Aren’t Infallible

  “Dressed to the nines.”

  Zin spun on his heel, facing Zol. After raising their sorcerer’s staff in perfect sync, they inspected each other’s attire.

  “Indeed, to the nines.” Zol cockily grinned.

  “Shall we?” Zin inquired.

  “We shall.” Zol initiated mind contact with their Kandy Apple.

  Darling, are you decent? They asked together.

  Indecently decent. Her little giggle bubbled through them. However, hellhounds welcome.

  Zin pivoted with Zol, and with a snap in their step, they strode toward their one witch.

  At the archway, Zin halted riveted by the sight of his Kandy Apple seated at the vanity. For instants, he barely realized his twin stood beside him.

  Framed by the black gown, her fire-flung tresses cascaded, covering most of her delicate back. While the reflection of her fae lovely face was framed by the mirror like a living portrait.

  For a split second only, he and Zol glanced at one another. We are lucky hound-sons of Hades, they communicated privately.

  “Hey, I think I heard that,” she called over her shoulder.

  “You are bedazzling, darling.” Zin resumed his stride toward her, Zol matching him.

  “I do feel élégant and bedazzling.” Setting the mascara wand down, she then regarded them in the mirror.

  With a bewitching smile, she sang, “Thank you, gentlemen warlocks, for the compliment. Ooooh, you do turn this witch’s head. I’m in need of a triple-seater broom.”

  Halting, he and Zol tilted their heads, imagining themselves on a broom with their Kandy Apple.

  “The three of us aboard a broom. What a superb entrance, don’t you think, brother?” Zol stroked his staff across his palm.

  “Indeed. Perhaps, I should conjure a three seater broom.” Zin waved his staff in an imitation of Harry Potter.

  “Won’t the Twilight Mirage be jealous?” Kandy asked, her voice playful.

  “Only if our Twilight is ignored.”

  Zin watched her remove the stopper from the teal twilight bottle of perfume, and sniff. Her eyelids slipped shut as if she indulged in a pleasant fantasy.

  “The fragrance of the moon and night-blooming jasmine. Mmmm…lusciously perfect.” Opening her eyes, their witch dabbed it on her pulse points with a dainty exuberance that was a spell unto itself. “Speaking of, this Halloween there is a first quarter moon, a waning crescent.”

  “Yes, love. The moon resides in the sign of Leo. We may be canines, but we are lion-hearted for you.” Zin clicked his heels and bowed, earning his Kandy’s reflected smile.

  “You two are the bravest men I know.”

  Their witch’s sincere praise traveled through Zin like a seismic wave, as he knew it did Zol. Rising, she shimmied a bit, then faced them.

  Gorgeous beyond compare, he and Zol mind-spoke as one.

  “Which one of you is going to make a decent woman out of me by properly zipping up my gown?”

  “Shall we duel for the privilege?” Zol bantered.

  “What?” She smirked coyly. “With a lift of your canine legs, then flamethrowers at dawn?”

  He and Zol barked laughs. Afterward, they twirled their staffs once in unison.

  “Perhaps, our swordplay would please you more, darling.”

  Zin imitated a swashbuckling swordsman while Zol spun and parried with his staff.

  “Yes, the sight of you two fencing would be a serious thrill. However, what would please me—”

  With her words interrupted by their eager approach, their Kandy turned, angling her side to them. Her perfume, entwined with her woman’s scent, held Zin in thrall as he leaned his staff against the chaise lounge.

  “Darling.” Gripping the zipper pull, Zin then eased it upward.

  “Oooh, you do that so well.”

  “How well do I do this?” From behind Zol slithered the filigree necklace against her skin before clasping it.

  “Very well, and with playhound finesse.” Appreciation shone in her eyes as her fingertips caressed the necklace. “All I need is my witch’s hat and my cape.”

  Taking a step back, Zin twirled his finger, summoning the hat. Once it was within his grasp, he inquired, “May I, Kandy love?”

  “You may.” Her eyes sparkled, elation and amusement in their depths.

  Using his aesthetic eye, Zin positioned the black velvet hat to his satisfaction. Adorably beautiful, his Kandy Apple touched the brim and smiled at him. He grinned when she turned to gaze in the mirror.

  Zol stood at the ready with her cape. “Darling Kandy, we neglected to find you an evening bag.”

  “My handsome hellhounds aren’t infallible.” With a pixie’s teasing grin, she glanced at them both, then moved a small distance away.

  “Stand back. Witch at work.” She swept her arms outward, and closed her eyes. “O favorite clutch of mine, come to me now. To my hand make a beeline, make me say wow.”

  In moments, a twinkly cloud appeared above their witch’s right hand. Zin watched a black beaded purse drop into her palm. Opening her eyes, she held up the tiny bag. “Wow.”

  After peeking inside, she moved toward Zol. With a small flourish of the cape, he draped it around her.

  She danced a whirl, her face radiant. “Ooooh, I feel completely witchy.”

  “Chatoyant, your eyes, your aura. You, my darling.” Zin presented his arm.

  “I’ll take that as a compliment,” she lilted, then glided to him.

  “Chatoyant and insouciant.” Zol joined them, linking his arm with hers.

  “I’m all ating
le between my Zin and Zol.” As they walked toward the archway, she called, “Vresc kitty.”

  The guaruvyr flew above them on silent wings. Performing his role as a guardian, Vresc landed and paced ahead of them until they arrived at the Twilight Mirage.

  With a sweep of his cape, Zin opened the passenger door. “In you go, Vresc. Bit of tight space behind the seats, I’m afraid.”

  “Meowsssh. I will condense my form.”

  “That’s my kitty.” Kandy stroked his head, then watched as her guardian hopped inside.

  After entering, Zol hummed the Twilight Mirage to life while Zin folded himself inside. He placed his staff alongside Zol’s on the console, then patted his knee.

  “My lap is all yours, love. I hope your gown is not too constricting.”

  “The advantage of witchiness. I can temporarily loosen the fit. If needed.”

  Taking his hand, she moved at his direction. Zin lifted her, positioning her across his thighs. With a beckoning finger, he used his powers to close the door.

  “Takeoff,” Zol announced.

  Spinning the Twilight Mirage, he shot them through the garage’s aperture. Ascending rapidly, they soared the night sky, the stars so thick around them it looked like an entirely different realm.

  “More than stunning,” Kandy murmured.

  “We are above most of the pollutants, love.” Zol banked the Twilight Mirage in a wide arc, then followed a glistening strip of highway. Moments later, he asked, “Timeline, brother?”

  Before his mind’s eye, Zin observed the streaming sequence of time. “Green light go, brother, and currently stable.”

  Frowning, Zin scrutinized a whitish pinpoint that appeared to be out of place. “There is an anomaly. However, time is not being disturbed.”

  “Anomaly?” His Kandy’s arms tightened about his neck.

  “Yes, a mystery for now. I will remain vigilant.” Zin smoothed his palm along his Kandy’s thigh, enjoying the feel of her on his lap. When she tensed for seconds, he asked, “A concern, darling?”

  “Bridge,” she murmured barely above a whisper.

  He and Zol locked gazes only for an instant, communing about the fangs of fate they both felt grip them. The Moirae remained silent, and they realized all too clearly their Kandy Apple’s will would prevail.