Briar shakes her head rapidly, pulling on Flint’s fur as he looks at me again.
“I’m sorry, Miss Briar, but I must.”
“Do not tell me anything she doesn’t want me to hear, Flint.” Rarely do I give my familiar commands like this, but this feels important. Still, he pushes her body into a sitting position with his nose, and she buries her face in her hands.
My stubborn familiar paws her hands down to look at Gerrit and me. When she does, her eyes are rimmed with red, snot drips from her nose, and her skin is mottled and red. Despite all of it, she is still such a beautiful creature.
“Miss Briar’s spirit is broken, but you are healing it, Master. Big Boy is, too.”
The words hit me square in the chest and I move towards her, wrapping her up in my arms. Gerrit lowers himself beside us and rests his hand on the small of her back, rubbing smooth circles in her skin as he hums lowly to calm her.
After some time, her tears stop, and she composes herself enough to look up at Gerrit and me. When she speaks, though, it isn’t to us.
“You called me by my name, Flint.”
Wolves can’t shrug, but this one may as well have, and the sight of it gets us tentatively smiling. I grab her face and kiss her, pulling away momentarily to say, “If you ever doubt again that you are worthy of care and affection, we’ll be here to remind you.”
Chapter14
Break Free
BRIAR
My messy, embarrassing breakdown put us behind schedule. I didn’t want to become a snotty, crying mess in front of the boys, but I thought I was dreaming when I realized Hans cared for me. While Gerrit didn’t say the words, his actions spoke for him.
“We’ve got to get moving,” I say, sniffling up the last bit of snot that threatens to drip down my face.
Hans nods, looking up towards the sky. “Didn’t Flint say the Banisher would be here come moonrise?” I nod, and his face pales. “Then we don’t have much time.” He works to scratch in another sigil.
Gerrit gathers all our bags and slides them onto his back. “We have to be ready to run, witchy. Can you do that?” My power levels feel okay, but I could use a bit of a top-off after helping Hans.
I don’t have to confirm this. Both of them seem to read my face and know. Gerrit strides across the clearing to me and wraps a hand around my waist, pulling me close to him. My hips fit perfectly within his and I wiggle happily against his chest. He bares his throat to me, and a hungry growl sneaks out between my lips.
I know we don’t have time, but I want to savor this the best I can. My teeth sink into his skin smoothly, and I immediately feel his cock harden against me. Gerrit grunts, thrusting his hips forward, riling me up and making me crave his body as well as his blood.
The warm summer air caresses my ass as Hans pulls my pants down from behind. I nearly pop off of Gerrit in surprise.
“Feed our girl,” Hans whispers to his stepbrother.
Gerrit’s massive hands slide his pants under his cock and then wrap under my knees, lifting me in a single smooth motion. I don’t even have to unlatch from his throat.
His cock fills me in an effortless thrust, my pussy wet and dripping for the big man already. From this angle, he hits a spot inside me that has me seeing stars, my toes curling with the sensation.
He pounds into me relentlessly, his thick cock stretches me tight around him, and that feeling, combined with his heady blood dripping down my throat, has me exploding around him. My cunt throbs, pulsing with the aftershocks of pleasure.
“There we go,” he whispers in my ear. “I love to watch you shatter, knowing I’m the one that gets to pick up the pieces.”
A few hard thrusts have him emptying himself into me, leaving me messy and panting but satisfied and refilled from my earlier power expenditure.
Gerrit helps me back into my pants after he gently sets me back down and rights himself, and I take a moment to get my head back into the game.
I’m going to break free of my prison today.
My heartbeat calms and my body relaxes as my magic flares through my veins. I cross the clearing to where Hans is kneeling on the ground.
“This one will pull a tree towards us?”
Without breaking his concentration or even looking at me, Hans answers. “Yes, this one,” he points to a smaller sigil to the left of the one he’s working on that I previously missed, “will pull a tree down to us. And this one,” he taps the larger one, “will increase it’s size so we can use it as a bridge and get out of here.” With a flourish, he finishes scratching in the dirt and sits back, wiping his hands on his pants.
