As the sun starts its journey down from its peak, Briar tiptoes out of the bedroom. She’s changed her clothes, now wearing a high-necked, sleeveless dress that falls to barely above her knees. The fabric is thick and corded and hardly appropriate for the warm summer weather we’ve been having.
“Hi, guys.” Her voice is scratchy from the tears of the prior day. She looks at Flint, and a playfully annoyed smile crosses her face. “That’s not very nice of you, Flint. I’m sure that Gerrit had plenty of good ideas.”
Hans stifles a laugh while I toss a pillow at the wolf. “You’re becoming a real asshole, Flint.”
She sits on the chair across from where Hans and I lounge on the sofa, and the hope in her eyes is close to breaking my heart. “Do you know how we can get out of here?” Her voice is barely above a whisper, as if she is afraid speaking it aloud will ruin her chances of leaving.
Hans looks down at the pages on the coffee table in front of us, reading through the notes we took all day while she slept. “I think we have a good idea,” he says, shuffling through to find the right paper. “I’m assuming you’ve tried the standard methods to get out. Displacing the rocks, breaking them, mixing them up?”
Briar nods emphatically. “Yes, I’ve tried all of that. The rocks just go back to where they were. I’ve even tried to use magic to blow up the ground around them, but that just made holes in my yard. They sat perched on little patches of dirt with craters around them.”
Hans’s smile widens, and he leans forward. “Your magic – what’s its basis?”
She sucks on her teeth, and for some reason, that single action makes my cock twitch. I adjust my stance, crossing one leg over another and leaning back onto the sofa. I swear Briar shoots me a knowing glance. “I think it’s psych magic,” she says, chewing on her lip. “I haven’t gotten much chance to use it, obviously, but I can create glamour and illusions easily. Oh, and this.” She flicks her wrist, and a pitcher of water pours itself into a glass and then floats towards her.
“But you’ve never been at full power, have you?” I ask, leaning forward to rest my elbows on my knees.
“No, I haven’t. I may be close now, but who knows if the fairy circle inhibits my powers.” Flint barks at her. “Oh, apparently it does.”
Standing, Hans thrusts a sheet of paper towards her. “Then you haven’t tried this. We’re going to bury the circle. And not just a little. I’m going to smother it in so much dirt that we’ll have to use a ladder to get out of here.”
She snatches the paper from him, reading his notes on the spell and the process. Her face lights up, and I swear it is the most soothing sight I’ve seen in ages. “This could work. It could actually work.” Her excitement is contagious, and I’m on my feet, too, pulling her into my chest.
Briar buries her nose in my neck, inhaling deeply. The act feels so intimate that a chill of excitement runs down my spine. Her nose trails up my skin, stopping with her lips ghosting across my ear. “I can smell your desire, Gerrit.”
Chapter11
Tear You Apart
HANS
Gerrit’s body tenses as Briar whispers in his ear, and a shiver courses through me. I recognize the darkness that has expanded in his eyes at her words. She pulls her face away from his ear and looks me in the eye. “You two have taken such good care of me. I should return the favor.”
I can’t tell if she’s waiting for my permission or for me to urge her on. I lower myself into a chair, spreading my legs wide and resting my elbows on the arms. “Don’t let me stop you,” I purr, eyes trailing up her body.
Now that I know what she can do with that body, with that mouth of hers, I am eager to see it happen to my brother.
Briar hooks Gerrit by the collar of his shirt, pulling him toward me. She sits on my lap, facing away from me, and wiggles her hips tightly against me. Gerrit’s eyes are hooded as he looks down at her, palming his cock through his pants.
Her small hands work his pants down, and from my position over her shoulder, I can see Briar freeing his arousal. She grabs it, dragging her hand slowly from base to tip, and he groans, stepping closer to where she sits on my lap.
Briar reaches down and taps Gerrit on the calf. He peers down at her, his face wracked with confusion. “Put your foot on the arm of the chair,” she coos, pushing my arm from its position. I snake it around her waist, grinding her closer to my cock. Gerrit does as requested, and Briar bends forward and licks down his inner thigh.
I can’t see her face, but I can hear the desperation in her voice when she says, “Can I feed?”
If he doesn’t say yes, I sure as fuck will.
Gerrit nods, and Briar dives into his thigh, keeping one hand on his dick. He lets out a very long, uncharacteristic moan as she pierces his skin and sucks. My hands creep to Briar’s breasts, where I knead circles in them. A throaty hum comes from her in approval.
She’s drinking languidly, no longer in danger of draining us from starvation. I trail my fingers down her body and play with the hem of her dress. She wiggles her hips forward, urging me to keep trailing my hands up her dress. “Oh, greedy,” I purr, diving my hands fully under the hem of her dress.
My finger rubs up the front of her panties, and I can feel moisture soaking through them already. I shoot my brother an incredulous look. “Brother, she’s so soaking wet for us already.”
Gerrit matches my look with one of his own, a feral desire I’ve seen on him only a handful of times. Briar’s hand has stopped moving on his cock, and he reaches down and grabs her under her chin. “If you want to keep eating, do not neglect my cock, witchy.”
As she groans and resumes pumping him up, I slip a finger under her panties and drag it through the slickness that waits for me. Her skin pebbles as I circle over her clit, soft pants coming from her in between the gulping sound of her drinking from Gerrit.
He looks down at her, wiggling under my touch, and snaps in front of her face. “Look at me, witchy. Are you done eating and ready to play?”
