Boys Over Powers

by Lidiya Foxglove

  “Yeah. Why not? Are you shy?”

  “I’m not…shy.” He fingered a lock of my hair. “I want you. I want you every time I see you or smell you or hear your laughter across the whole grounds.”

  “Is my laugh that loud?”

  “But if I bite you in front of Alec, he’ll fucking kill me.”

  “You’ll both be learning discipline while you’re in college,” I said, and then I whirled away from him and went up to Alec before Montague could stop me.

  “Alec,” I said. “Go ahead and dance with other girls.”

  “I’m not in the mood.”

  “I know you’re upset that Rayner insulted your incubus-ness.”

  He groaned. “Please don’t try and cheer me up, Char. It’s fine. I know what I need to do and I don’t care what some vampire thinks.”

  Oh, whatever. It was so obvious that he did care what some vampire thought. I walked up to him and traced a finger down his shirt until I felt a little tingle from getting too close to his skin and he sucked in a sharp breath.

  “Alec,” I said. “Please, dance with other girls tonight. I know you can’t help getting turned on when you hold them close. Just let it happen, as long as you think of me. And then tonight, when all this is over?” I whispered in his ear what my intentions were tonight.

  “Shit…” He groaned.

  “Does that make you feel a little better?”

  “It makes me absolutely crazy for you.”

  “Good,” I said. “Because that’s right where I like you to be.”

  Chapter Thirty-Two

  Charlotte

  I just wish I could touch him, and he could touch me.

  Why did I tell him he could dance with other girls?

  The spell on Alec didn’t prevent him from touching other girls. Just me, because I shared a room with him. No matter how exciting tonight would be, it didn’t change the fact that Alec could only watch and jerk off.

  And that spell is supposed to protect me?

  I think I can handle him.

  Alec wouldn’t hurt me. Maybe he would overwhelm me. But that a very different feeling that didn’t sound bad at all.

  Nah, the spell protects him.

  I guess I had to respect his choice to focus on school, though. He wanted become a better warlock and not disappoint his family. I knew how important family was in the magical world.

  “What about Firian?” Montague asked me, as he gave me a twirl. He was a graceful dancer. Probably the best dancer out of all of them, even when I included Harris, who I imagined had more formal dance lessons, but was pretty stiff—of course. Firian had the long legs but he didn’t know how to dance any more than I did.

  “I guess I’ll send him away. I mean—I’m not going to…like…both of you…at the same time. You already looked freaked out over Alec watching.”

  “I’m not ‘freaked out’. I’m trying to determine what the rules are.”

  “Me too…but, we’ll leave Firian out this time. Alec already watched us.”

  “You had sex with Firian in front of Alec?”

  “During our gaming weekend…” I cringed.

  “Why didn’t you tell me?”

  “I don’t know how! I don’t know what I’m doing!”

  “Why didn’t he tell me?”

  “Probably for the same reason!”

  “You can tell me,” Montague said. “I want you to tell me.”

  “I didn’t tell them what we did in the theater either. I don’t know. It feels like I’m cheating on all of you.”

  “You’re not cheating if we’re all in agreement. But I think we do need to be very honest with each other.”

  “I need to tell all of you when I’ve had sex with any other one of you?”

  “Rayner made this thing work with Lisbeth,” Montague said. “But he was obviously the one ultimately in charge of her and the rest of the clan. They all understood the rules. In this case, you’re in charge if anyone is, but we’re not vampires beholden to a sire. Until we figure out our groove, I think we do need to tell each other these things. This only works if you’re not mine, but ours.”

  “Mm…okay. That makes sense. So what, do we have a weekly meeting where I’m like, just so you all know, on Monday…”

  “I’d rather mark my prey,” he murmured in a way that made me shiver. “How about this?” He lifted his hand, so much larger than mine, strong and male, and pointed at a silver ring on his little finger. “That’s a protection charm,” he said. “After I fuck you tonight, I’ll slide it on your finger. I’ll tell them what it means. And we’ll buy a few more. At the end of the week, give them back to us. So whenever we look at you, we’ll know how many times we’ve marked you as our own. Just to warn you, we might get a little competitive.”

  I must have turned so red and wetness gushed out of me so that I tightened my thighs together. I imagined someone asking me why I was wearing so many rings on my fingers and blushing, making up excuses. I’d never had a secret like that before. A hot secret.

  “You like that idea?”

  “Yeah. I do.”

  “Good.” His lips brushed my cheek. “Are you ready to get out of here yet?”

  “Hell yeah.”

  Montague gathered up Alec and Firian and told them the plan. I was getting too turned on to think straight. This was the first time they had all gotten together to discuss the relationship like this, and they all seemed to be on the same page.

  I can’t even believe this is my life.

  “Can we use different ones for different…actions?” Alec said.

  “Maybe it would be easier if we each had our own color and gave her a ring every time we do anything,” Firian said. “Montague can have silver. Alec can have gold. and I’ll do bronze to match my fur.”

  “Am I the Olympics?”

  “In a sense. We’re going to compete for medals and get a lot of exercise in the process.”

  I bit my lip not to laugh.

  After Firian left for Etherium with the promise to earn his ring later, the three of us went back to the dorm. Harris was on the phone speaking in a low voice; we crept down the hall unnoticed.

  As soon as I walked into my room and shut the door, Montague grabbed my hands and pinned me against the doorframe. “We’ve talked enough tonight, haven’t we?”

  “Yes,” I breathed.

  “Your scent…so eager.” His grin was wicked. I could hardly stand it.

  Alec took a step closer so he was right beside us. “Step back,” he said. “I’m going to take her clothes off.” He met my eyes. “Will this be more of a tease for me or you?”

  “And whose fault is that?” I replied tartly as he slid his wand up my skirt and lifted it up until he had a good look at my thighs and then my underwear. I was wearing my sexiest pair tonight. Ross Dress for Less clearance rack, baby.

  He let out a groan like someone just trying out the Keto diet walking into a bakery. “Shit. I don’t know if I can do this. You look so fertile.”

  “‘Fertile’?” I was trying to decide if this was a way of pointing out that I had the body of a typical nerd, pale and moderately flabby despite the yoga and tromping around campus, but then I looked at him again and realized there was no way he meant that as anything less than a compliment. He looked so turned on. I could see his cock, rock hard in his pants. One muscular arm reaching just above my head. Trapping me there, by his mere presence.

  “Is there…anything I can do to make it better for you?” I asked.

  “I want to make every bit of you mine and fuck you until you can’t even speak,” Alec said. “I want to bring you so much pleasure that you’re as distracted thinking about me tomorrow as I am thinking about you every day. And I want to cover your fingers in rings. But—just do as I say tonight. Surrender to Montague, and I’ll dream.”

  “Yes, sir,” I said, my back melting against the door as he took the hem of my dress in his hand and kept lifting it up until he could stick his wand
down the waistband of my panties.

  When I had those sex dreams about Alec, the ones that were actually kind of real, he always knew exactly where to touch me to get me off fast, and this was no different. He slid that wand right over my clit and twitched it back and forth so fast that I thunked my head back and moaned.

  “I never noticed how phallic your wand looks,” Montague said.

  “I guess I can’t escape,” Alec said, using the wand to push my underwear down my legs now. His wand was thicker than Montague’s, with a rounded knot at the top instead of the slender tip of most of the guys’ wands. The effect wasn’t super blatant, but once it was pointed out…

  “What you need to do is cast a ‘transfer feeling’ spell on the wand,” Montague said.

  “Do you know how to do that?” Alec asked.

  “No, but it sounds like something to learn…”

  “Is that any better than me just having sex with her?”

  “Maybe. It gives her a lot more ability to control what she does with it,” Montague said, raising her eyebrows.

  “Do what now?” I asked.

  “An experiment for later,” Alec said. “For now…this.” He pulled my dress off my arms and then grazed his wand down my breasts, the curve of my waist and hip.

  Then he whipped his own shirt off. “To be fair.”

  “Oh yes,” I said, suppressing the urge to lick my lips at the sight of Alec by the glow of just one little desk lamp. The light brushed every muscle of his chiseled body, from the strong column of his neck to the hard stomach. You’d think, after a while, he would stop having such an effect on me. But no. In my head one of Dad’s records cranked up to eleven. Feels like the first time…! “Please do be fair.”

  Montague shrugged off his jacket and hung it up, a little more of a clothes horse than Alec. He never let his uniform get wrinkled. His dress shirt and pants were just the right amount of tight, his body trim and definitely fit, if not to as crazy a degree as Alec’s. He started to unbutton his shirt and I whispered, “Not yet. Let me do that.” I reached for his hair and sunk my fingers into it, then brushed his scruff against the back of my hand, before starting to work the buttons.

  While I unbuttoned his shirt, Alec slipped his wand down the back of my panties and angled it between my legs, forcing the underwear down and brushing my sweet spot again from the other direction.

  “Ooh…!” He surprised me a little. “I feel so…naughty.”

  “That is exactly the idea,” Alec said. “You don’t want to feel anything but naughty when you’re being seduced by a vampire and an incubus, do you?”

  “Mm…”

  Montague’s hands reached for my bottom and pulled me closer to him as I was unbuttoning his pants. He looked at my stick-on bra. “Does this just peel off?”

  “Yeah, I hope so.”

  He pulled it away from my skin and threw it on Alec’s bed. “You’re so gorgeous,” he said. “You have the sexiest breasts I’ve ever seen.”

  “I think you talk the sexiest bullshit I’ve ever heard, but I’ll take it.”

  “No, it’s true. The sexiest breasts are the ones you can do this to…while you look into a face like this…” His hand cupped my breast firmly, kneading it a little while he kissed my lips. His other hand was still holding my ass. I pressed my pelvis even closer to him, wanting more of him.

  I heard Alec’s pants unzip.

  It was hard not to tear myself away from Montague just so I could watch Alec strip. I guess my eyes slid sideways unconsciously.

  “Oh, sure, go ahead and watch,” Montague said a little sarcastically.

  “I’m sorry!” I shut my eyes. “Is that breaking the rules? I can’t get excited about two dicks at a time?”

  “A feeble attempt at a save,” Montague said. “You don’t look at me that way.”

  “Alec just has a paranormal romance dick. You and Firian both have normal ones. I mean, it’s not small.”

  “It’s fine,” Montague said. “You haven’t gotten plowed by that thing yet. You’ll appreciate us more later.”

  “I appreciate you. Very much.”

  Alec clapped his hands. “I am putting my pants back on if the two of you don’t resume being romantic instead of arguing about cock sizes.”

  “We’re not actually arguing, we’re in perfect agreement that you are a fucking incubus,” Montague said.

  “And I haven’t even evolved to my final form yet,” Alec said.

  “Ohh…?” I breathed.

  He shut my mouth with his wand. “I’m kidding. I’m also getting pretty impatient. I mean, as much as I hold myself back on a daily basis, now that I get to feast my eyes on your gorgeous body, I’m going to come just looking at you. I’d like it better if you felt it too, and if I got to see your face and feel your energy as you surrender…the way I told you to do.”

  “She likes it against the wall,” Montague said, with a little smirk. “I think we could do that again. That way you can look at Alec, and I can not look at Alec.”

  “And I can look at Monty’s ass,” Alec said, with a low, slightly cruel laugh.

  “I’ll kill you,” Monty said. “Eyes up, incubus.”

  “You said you weren’t freaked out.” I winked at Montague. “I think it’s sweet.”

  His lip curled.

  I cupped his cheeks with my hands. “Just look at me.”

  His eyes sparked with fiery desire, as he seemed to remember what he was really here for. Oh yeah. It was me. I felt like the luckiest, naughtiest girl in the world as he pushed me against the wall, gripping one of my breasts roughly, caressing its plumpness down to the pert nipple, as if he was hardly thinking about what he was doing anymore. Then he hoisted up my thighs and lifted me to his level, pushing his cock into me. My mouth fell open as I gripped his shoulders, and Alec was watching us both.

  Alec ran a hand over his forehead. His expression almost seemed to reflect my own; that intense pleasure that was so good it was almost bad.

  “Ahhh…ahh…” I was getting louder than I wanted to as Montague battered me, filling me up, giving me abandon.

  Alec walked closer, like he couldn’t help himself. Montague stiffened, but he didn’t hold back on me. He couldn’t seem to help himself either. His teeth were sharpening, his tongue wetting his lips as hunger drove him onward.

  “I’m just watching out for Charlotte,” Alec said. “Don’t stop, Monty. Don’t stop. This is…this is better than I thought.”

  Chapter Thirty-Three

  Montague

  I had never really seen this side of Alec before.

  He had always been a little restrained. Like he was trying very hard to fit in a role he could never fully inhabit. No wonder. The sex drive of an incubus wasn’t supposed to have an off switch, while the sex drive of a teenage warlock was barely acknowledged to have an on switch. Now he was more confident, and more relaxed. He was savoring every moment of Charlotte’s face.

  But I hadn’t signed up for one of my best friends to watch me. Especially since he seemed to enjoy it so much. Could he at least do me the courtesy of acting like he wished he didn’t have to see my naked ass in the process, instead of getting so close to me that I got this feeling he wanted to touch it?

  But, this is how Alec really was. He thrived on this. It didn’t matter how much the council and our warlock boarding schools tried to impose some Victorian morality on him; he would be at his happiest if we had a daily orgy.

  So I relaxed. Because being inside of Charlotte felt so damn good, and she smelled so delicious, and I wouldn’t let anything ruin that.

  And Alec—well, I wanted him to be happy. I didn’t want him to spend his whole life living a lie.

  “That’s her,” Silvus said.

  Rayner, his vampire eyes keen enough to pick up details even from a distance, took one look at the strapping young man grooming the horse down in the valley. “That looks like a man to me.”

  “Yes, I believe it is a man, but it’s a
lso Lisbeth. Lisbeth’s spirit. It was inevitable that she would be born a man sooner or later.” Silvus added, “I thought that’s what you wanted, last time.”

  “I wanted her to be a man so she wouldn’t have been mutilated,” Rayner said. “I don’t want it here.” Still, he twitched the reins of his horse and started to take the narrow path down.

  As they got closer, Thom said, “Well, she’s pretty for a boy, ain’t she? Coulda been worse.”

  “Did I ask your opinion, cowboy?” Rayner asked coolly. “I thought you frowned on that out here.”

  Thom shrugged. “Not a lot of women out here. Even the nearest whorehouse was a long way away. Sure, I prefer a pretty girl, but from what I hear, it ain’t so bad, if that’s all you got to work with.” Since being turned into a vampire, Thom seemed to have lost all pretense of proper behavior, but Rayner wasn’t sure he had much to begin with.

  Up until that moment, Rayner might have shared blood with Silvus and Jie, but he very rarely shared sex itself and only in a teasing way before he took her off alone. If Lisbeth was a man this time…

  For the first time in his life, Rayner had a face a slightly different dynamic with his beloved, and he wasn’t sure what to do or how to convince Lisbeth that she/he still belonged to them.

  …but within the first few weeks, Thom had found it. He was no stiff Englishman like Silvus or a philosophical sort like Jie. The American cowboy was a kinky bastard who knew all sorts of interesting ways to tie a knot and didn’t mind sharing, and in his own crude parlance, could charm the hide off an armadillo. Where Rayner might have been nervous seducing a young man in seclusion, he realized it was much easier when his girl-turned-boy, whom he nicknamed Bertie, was already on his knees for Thom.

  How much had he missed out on, by not being willing to share?

  I shut my eyes as the memory rippled through me. A familiar feeling by now. Charlotte often provoked those memories.

  “Charlotte…” She felt so good. So warm. As flush with life as a garden. Her cheeks almost looked feverish, her nipples peaked. I needed more hands so I could twist and tug them but in this pose I needed to support her legs.