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Chapter 8

Tear Me to Pieces

HANS

B riar showed surprising restraint for someone accustomed to living off just crumbs when presented with a full meal. I wasn’t sure how it would end up for a brief moment. It felt like she was sucking my soul from my body.

When she asked if she could fuck me with that breathy whisper, there was not even a second thought in my mind before I agreed. I hadn’t expected Gerrit to join in, too, but I’m not sure why I was surprised.

He’s always been so good at sharing.

Briar lays sleeping on my chest now, all three of us piled in her bed. After the revelation of the lore surrounding her and feeding from us, she fell asleep quickly.

I’m not sure what I expected when we arrived here, but it was not this. I look at Gerrit and see the same expression of curiosity and concern on his face.

“What is going on in this cabin?” he mutters, eyes locked on her sleeping face. She looks better, but she’s still too thin. She still has that fragile bird look despite the newly healthy glow of her skin.

I shake my head. “I have no idea. And who is this Banisher? That’s who we saw in the tavern, right?”

“Briar seemed certain,” he answers.

I barely know Briar, but I cannot imagine what she could do that would warrant banishment to this type of prison. Even thinking about the devastating hunger she must have felt all those years fills me with a fury I cannot put words to.

Why would someone hurt her like this?

“Do you really think she can help Father?” Gerrit’s voice is soft and vulnerable, barely audible to not wake the fragile witch between us.

“Absolutely, I do. I can feel the power buzzing through her veins. My magic is singing just being near her. Even Flint notices.”

Gerrit’s eyes dart to my familiar sleeping in front of the door peacefully. “How will she help him, though?”

My magic is nature-based. Plant life, animals, and even the earth itself are open to my manipulation. I take the responsibility seriously. I was giddy when we realized Father was tethered to the plant, thinking it would be easy to break the link. Unfortunately, my tampering somehow sped up the process. The plant withered and decayed under my direct magic.

“I think if she and I merge our magic, imbue her curses with my skills for vegetation manipulation, she may be able to sever the tie while preserving the plant.”

Briar stirs on my chest.

“Not going to work like that,” she mumbles.

I run my hand down her soft purple hair. “What do you mean?”

She rolls over and stretches like a cat in the sun. One of her breasts pops out of the red dress she changed into after her bath, and I fight hard to swallow the hunger that rises in me again.

Though the little witch must sense the desire in me because she grabs my hand and rests it on the swell of her breast.

“My curses don’t work on plants. Only on people. The better chance is for me to curse the caster of the spell. Hopefully, that can weaken their magic and break whatever magic holds the spell in place, leaving you free to entangle him from the plant.” Her voice is husky with sleep, but her words are clear.

Gerrit tenses beside her. “What would a curse on her look like?”

“Your mom cast it?” she counters, finally opening her eyes and turning to face Gerrit. Her ass rubs into my thigh, and I turn to pin it on my crotch. She gives me a saucy look over her shoulder but turns back to him.

“I think so. She doesn’t have any natural magic, though. Is there any way she could have purchased a curse?” As Gerrit answers, she grinds against me, my cock swelling and pressing hard against her cheeks. I start to twist and flick her nipple.

Briar nods animatedly, somehow giving both of us attention. “I think so, yeah. I mean. I haven’t done it or seen it done because, hello, prison.” I pinch her nipple, and she moans loudly. Gerrit narrows his eyes at me.

After several deep breaths, she continues. “The mechanics are there for it if attached to an object or something.” I can hear excitement creep into her voice. “It would be easier to break that way, too, I think. Unless the person who gave her the curse is an exceedingly powerful witch, I should have no problem getting it off your father and onto her.”

Gerrit balks. “Onto her? She’d die?”

Briar lowers her brow and stills her body. “Well, magic has to go somewhere, doesn’t it? I can’t just send it into the ether.”

A charged silence weighs between us, and then he nods solemnly. “Then it’ll be done. The consequences are mine to bear.”

My heart aches for my stepbrother. His mother may be horrible, but she’s still his mother. I attempt to meet his eyes, but the way he’s steadfastly avoiding me tells me he doesn’t want to talk about it, giving me no choice but to drop it.

For now.

The air in the room changes as the conversation drops, the only sound Briar’s soft little sounds as she rubs against me like a cat. I groan and wrap my hand around her chin. I tilt it up to me so I can snarl in her ear, “Are you hungry again already? Greedy.”

I hear an amused snort from the other side of the bed, Gerrit enjoying how I am mirroring her words from earlier. She continues to dig her ass into me while pulling Gerrit closer to her, and I feel like if I don’t get some relief soon, I’m going to explode.

“Can I taste you?” she murmurs, her lips just barely touching Gerrit’s.

I sense his trepidation and attempt to lighten the mood. “Hey, gotta be less dangerous than when she fed on me. She’s just being a glutton now.”

Despite his hesitation, Gerrit turns his head and exposes his neck to Briar. He wraps his arms around her, and she slowly sinks her teeth into him.

He dwarfs her like a tree attempting to hold a squirrel.

Gerrit’s eyes roll back in his head as she sucks softly, barely managing to stifle a groan. “What..the..fuck..is..this?” he pants.

She pops off his neck with a soft suctioning sound and grins. “I’ve heard it’s quite pleasurable. I think that there must be magic in my teeth or something. Otherwise, there is no way I’d be able to get people to let me feed on them more than once.”

I try to think if I noticed any magic flowing during the process, but my mind was a haze of pleasure, so I cannot be sure. She’s swiftly back on Gerrit’s neck, writhing against him. Despite having his arms banded around her, she manages to keep her ass firmly planted on my cock.

I reach between us and pull my pants down, freeing my aching cock before I hike her dress up.

Still no panties.

I trail my fingers along her slit, and she moans into Gerrit’s neck as I collect her wetness and use it to circle her clit. She’s so sensitive, so responsive to my touch, that her back arches seemingly involuntarily, presenting her ass to me.

Briar gasps as I spread her cheeks with my hands. I circle her back hole with my fingertip as she bucks against me. “Uh-uh, keep still. Let me see how well you listen.” I push my finger gently through the tight ring, and her sounds, though still muffled by blood and flesh, have me feeling lightheaded with desire.

I grab my cock and line it up, spooning her as I slide into her hot, wet cunt. I fuck her ass with my finger as I thrust into her from behind. Gerrit grabs her hips, holding her still for me.

Briefly, I catch Gerrit’s gaze. I can see it in his eyes as clearly as if they were my own - we’re fucked.

Briar has us completely fucking ensnared already.

How could we push away from her when this feels so right?

My hips roll as her internal walls grip me. My balls are growing tight, and a tingle is spreading throughout my limbs. I know I’m close, but she doesn’t seem to have gotten enough.

Yet.

“More,” she moans, fingers clutching the blankets on her bed tightly. “Please.”

Her begging is so pretty, even if it is unnecessary.

I’d give her anything right now.

Slowly, I work a second finger into her ass, and she keens, purple hair spilling over her back as she throws her head back. Gerrit wraps a hand around her throat, squeezing lightly.

He crashes his lips against hers, the blood that was dripping from her chin smearing on his face. He slides his hand between her legs, and I can feel her clench around me as he works her clit. When she breaks with an orgasm that has her body shaking, it rips my release out of me unexpectedly. I pump furiously into her, letting her milk every drop from me as pleasure whites out my vision.

I slip my finger and softening cock from her and press closer to her back, sandwiching her tightly between Gerrit and me.

After a long beat, where her breathing slows and her body falls limp, she sighs, brushing Gerrit’s hair from his face. “I feel incredible. You taste like currants and saltwater. And you,” she turns to look over her shoulder at me, “taste like sunshine and earth.” She stretches her body out and groans in pure satisfaction. “Gerrit, are you sure you’re not magical? You’re so fucking tasty.”

He laughs. “Nope, Brains over there got it.”

I roll my eyes, but the truth is the truth.

Briar props herself up on her elbow, looking out the window. “Oh goody, it’s sundown!” She extricates herself from between us and slides on her dress before bolting out of the room, still dripping with my cum.

Without Briar between us, my brother and I gaze at each other awkwardly, so we both flop on our backs and stare at the ceiling.

“Brother, I think we’ve gotten ourselves into a fucking mess,” Gerrit says, a hint of amusement in his voice.

Warmth blossoms in my chest as I listen to the happy sounds of Briar bounding out the front door. “I think you’re right. This centuries-old woman is going to devour us.”

“And we’re going to beg for it.”