Page 9 of Shared with the Hellhounds (Halloween Temptation #4)

Mal

Three Years Later...

" S top," Seth says, but his voice laces with laughter as he slaps my naked chest. "No more, Mal. We're going to be late."

I've had Seth twice. Once with Danny, and once without. Yet I'm still hungry for him. I always hunger for him. My sweet mate. Our pretty master. I've made Seth cry on my cock as I fucked him and then had him moaning around mine. It still isn't enough. I don't think it'll ever be enough.

Danny may be the one always trying to eat Seth's rivals, but I hunger only for Seth. Without the binding around our throats, I sometimes fear I might devour him whole.

"As you wish," I relent with a sigh, but also with one last taste. I suckle Seth's cock and clean up the spilled seed on his stomach. Only then do I rise from the sweat-stained bed and fetch a wet cloth for Seth so he can wash himself of the rutting.

He'll need to look his best.

Tonight, he becomes a full-fledged witch. All classes aced. All aspects of the craft mastered. The academy no longer serves him. He's outgrown it and is ready to practice witchcraft beyond the cautious instruction of the professors.

"Where's Danny?" he asks.

"He's gone into town," I say with a coy smirk, "to fetch your gift."

I haven't spoiled the surprise. Only teased it.

Much to Seth's delight. He beams as he finishes washing off and tosses aside the dirty cloth.

Even after all these years, his eyes still blaze bright red instead of blue, the mark of our binding and proof of mating.

The magic that binds all three of us together hasn't diminished at all from the wear of time.

Only strengthened it.

I help Seth dress in his silken black robes and tie the cape around his slender form.

These garments are for his graduation from St. Salem.

There's only one item of clothing left to make the outfit complete.

Danny shows up right on time with a large box wrapped in a red bow, Seth brightens once more.

A custom order from the local hatmaker.

Danny and I paid for it with only a little saliva spat into a vial. A rare ingredient for a special hat. A witches hat. Not only by fashion and in color, but also with thread ready to be bewitched.

"Oh, Mal" Seth smiles as he holds the hat, his fingers admiring the careful handiwork. "Danny. Thank you, I love it. And I love you. Both of you."

And we both love him.

"I will help you bespell it," I tell him as I spin him around so he faces the mirror. "This hat will be more than a hat. It will be a talisman to enhance your craft.”

Gently, I take the hat from his hands and place it upon his head. Seth has never had a hat so grand or beautiful. He's always been a real witch, but now he looks like one. It's taken many years, but he's grown into his power, and now he's ready to blossom with it.

No matter what he does or where he goes next, we'll be with him.

I look at Danny, and he looks at me. Together, we look at Seth and speak his new title.

"Summoner Seth Grimshaw."

THE END