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Dani

I make sure to wear my best, sluttiest dress tonight. Thanks to Amelia’s little summoning magic, I’m wearing a beautiful lingerie set in red, black, and gold underneath.

Tonight, I’m going to fuck all three of my mates at once.

Amelia helps me get ready. I make sure I grill her not telling Jules too much information.

“I just don’t want Jules getting wrapped up in any of this,” I admit.

“I think Jules is a grown adult and can make decisions for herself. I get it, Dani; I really do. I understand protecting those you love most. But sometimes, you don’t always know what is best for everyone.

People don’t always need to be hidden from truths.

Sometimes, all they really need is a hand to hold and a heart to understand them. ”

I sigh. “I know, I know.”

Amelia’s fingers deftly curl my hair around the heated wand as she speaks calmly.

“You have to allow others the space to navigate their own experiences,” she says, her voice steady yet passionate.

“Change is a natural force that needs to be embraced when it arises. Trying to force someone to change against their will can ultimately do more harm than good, not only to them but to yourself as well.” She pauses, glancing at me with a mix of empathy and resolve.

“I need to be honest with Jules. I want to lay everything bare for her and let her decide how to react and what path to follow. You can only offer her love and unwavering support. It’s essential to be truthful and to provide the clarity she might need.

But you must also give her the freedom to explore her own way through this,” Amelia says, gesturing gracefully with her hand as if to emphasize the journey she envisions, embodying her words with a vibrant wave that flows up and down her frame.

“I’m not going to tell you what to do, Amelia.

I trust you completely,” I reply, my voice steady and warm.

“And I wholeheartedly agree with everything you’ve said.

If you feel ready to tell her, then go ahead.

” Amelia erupts into an excited squeal, her radiant energy filling the room as she swiftly kisses my cheek.

“I knew you’d be understanding! I was determined to tell her tonight, regardless.

But I did want your blessing, just a tiny bit,” she admits, her eyes sparkling.

I chuckle softly, sharing in her joy as I meticulously finish applying the last touches of my makeup.

The subtle fragrance of my favorite perfume lingers in the air around us.

As I turn to gaze at myself in the mirror, a smile spreads across my face, reflecting on my appearance.

“Girl! You look like a goddess,” Amelia exclaims, her voice filled with excitement.

She hands me a pair of black stilettos that gleam under the bathroom light. Carefully, I slip my feet into the elegant heels. I feel a rush of confidence wash over me. I glance at my reflection once more. With my silhouette elongated, I stand taller, and my outfit comes alive.

Damn, I really do look like a fucking goddess .

Amelia and I get to the Festival of Clouds first. My nerves are all over the place with how tonight will turn out. Not only with Jules but with my mates.

Set against the backdrop of twilight, the town has transformed into a magical little realm with flickering lanterns and whimsical decorations, casting a warm glow over the festivities.

Amelia’s eyes light up. “It’s beautiful!” She implores.

“The same every year,” I say, my voice laced with irritation.

“Oh Dani, don’t be so cold! It’s a fun time. Try not to think about Octavia or you’ll spoil the whole night, not just for yourself, but for all of us.”

Sometimes I hate how right Amelia always is.

“Okay, you’re right. I’ll lighten up. But only just a little,” I hold up my index and thumb fingers, indicating a small amount.

Jules finds us over by the food truck. “Holy shit, Dani! You look like a smoke show! And you…” she pulls Amelia in for a kiss and runs her hands down her body. Amelia giggles and blushes as she kisses Jules back.

I smile. I am truly happy for them both. Maybe it won’t be so bad if Jules knows everything. I just wish, maybe, I had told her.

For a while, Jules, Amelia, and I walk around the festival, drinking from the flask and sharing a joint.

Many people are dressed in elaborate witchy costumes, with flowing robes, pointed black hats, and glittering accessories. Their belief in Octavia’s powers and the blessing she has bestowed upon the town is fucking comical.

Stalls and tents are set up throughout the square, each brimming with magical props, colorful crystals, and spellbooks.

Local artisans and vendors showcase their crafts, selling everything from enchanted trinkets to ingredients for charms and potions.

As we pass, Amelia buys a few things here and there.

The air is filled with the tantalizing aroma of sage and incense as townsfolk engage in spell-casting demonstrations and share ancient wisdom about the earth’s and rain’s powers .

As a gesture of gratitude, some of the cult members of Keepers of the Mist present offerings to the bitch-witch, laying down flowers, herbs, and handcrafted tokens at a, dare I say, beautifully adorned altar.

The offerings are seen as a way to ensure that Misty Hollow continues to be blessed with life-giving rain, even though whispers linger among some that the rain might have come with a hidden curse. Those people are absolutely correct.

You’d think that, by now, the townsfolk would understand that the ceaseless drizzle every single day isn’t beneficial for the crops or the vibrant flowers they diligently nurture and display.

You’d think they would realize that their crops do so poorly because of the rain.

The incessant downpour ends up drowning the overall health of the plants and impacts the aesthetic appeal they all obsess over.

This town is cursed, thanks to Octavia, and it irritates me that people celebrate her.

Amelia elbows me, “Chill out, Dani. Enjoy yourself.” She winks and hands me the joint, and I take a few puffs, immediately feeling better.

Performers entertain the crowds with songs and dances, weaving tales of the witch’s legendary deeds.

All around us, group rituals occur, where participants join hands, chant incantations, and create a symphony of magical energy under the canopy of stars.

Jules and Amelia take my hand, and we spin around in a circle, mocking everyone.

I take another swig of Jules’ whiskey. I feel buzzed, and my nerves dance around in my belly as I think about tonight.

Where are the guys, anyway?

“Hey, I’m gonna go use the ladies room,” I say. The girls almost don’t hear me as their eyes glint with lust between their shared kisses.

I refuse to use the disgusting port-a-potty. The Irish bar is right there, so I walk in to use the bathroom. Jason, the owner, never minds when I do that since I am a loyal customer .

I take care of business and then re-apply my red lipstick. I smile to myself when I think about how this is the place I met Adonis for the first time.

“And here I thought you were growing tired of me,” His deep voice startles me, and I jump back.

“Jesus fuck, Adonis! You scared the piss out of me!” I slap his chest. He takes a step back and eyes me up and down. “My gods, woman. You are breathtaking. Spin for me.”

I do as I’m told.

Adonis sucks in a sharp breath, and before I can turn back to face him, he is pushing himself against me.

He traces his large, calloused hand down my bare arm. “We just got here, but I’m ready to take you home, if you are.” His smooth voice sends a thrill through my body, and I’m covered in goosebumps.

I turn to face him and slowly push him against the wall. “Not yet. Let’s have one drink with the girls, and then we can return to your place. I have something I want to do with the three of you.”

“I’m intrigued,” he says as he moves my hair from my face and tucks a strand behind my ear.

In my stilettos, I’m taller, but Adonis still towers over me. I grab the back of his head and pull his mouth to mine.

He breaks our kiss and holds my chin in his hand. “Such a beautiful woman you are. My mate.”

My heart falls to my ass. I’ve never heard Adonis call me his mate. All I want to do in this moment is please him. Show him how much of a god he truly is.

I want to worship him.

“Fuck it,” I say and fall to my knees. I unzip his pants and pull them down before he can even utter a word.

“May I?” I ask before I pull his briefs down. I look up at him with my thick eyelashes.

Adonis sucks in a breath.

He looks so sexy right now .

“I thought you’d never ask,” he places his hands in my hair, and that’s all the approval I need.

I pull his briefs down, springing free that magical cock of his.

He moans when I wrap my lips around him and take him to the back of my throat.

The sounds he makes have me going feral.

I start sucking him and stroking the rest of his length with my other hand.

I take him deeper than I ever have before.

There is no doubt you could see the imprint of his cock on my throat.

“Yes, Dani. Gods, baby, that feels so fucking good,” he whispers in a deep voice. “So good, baby girl. Keep taking me.”

His words encourage me to make my movements faster. My tongue swirls around his cock as I bob my head.

He moans again, and I become hungry for him.

“Just like that. Oooh. You are such a good fucking girl, Dani.”

I could come just listening to the noises he makes as I take his pleasure from him.

I pull my mouth away; my lipstick stains his cock. Tears stream down my face from trying not to gag, and I say through my swollen red lips, “Show me how a good boy comes, Adonis.”

He growls, “Fuck… yes.” I move one hand to his balls and cup him, feeling them tighten, and use the other to stroke him as my lips slide up and down his shaft.