Page 44 of These Unhallowed Halls (Equinox Seasons Duet #2)

Caleb

L izzie’s lips pressed to mine as the three of us stumbled into my apartment. I kicked the door closed behind me, hearing it lock as Temps most likely used her magic to flip the thing over. She was just behind me, her hands reaching around for the buckle of my belt.

A dark chuckle left me as I leaned Lizzie back, nipping at her neck. “Did you already make it? Or are we going to have to pause so you can cook?”

“You know Temps is the chef around her, and yes,” Lizzie smacked my hand away, getting up in my face again as she jumped, forcing me to catch her, “she did make it. It’s on the counter.”

Temps rounded us, still undoing my belt now with Lizzie’s ass just above her hands. “And you need to be naked to make it work.”

Even with my eyes closed, I rolled them, kissing Lizzie while I waited for my pants to drop to the floor. Soon enough, they did, and I stepped out of the pile and carried Lizzie to the small island in the middle of my kitchen that acted as counter, table, and, right now, bed.

Temps hurried over, swiping her arm through the papers I had spread on the top and grabbing the small bottle of enchanted oil we’d concocted.

The stuff, improvised from an alchemical text about separating the mind from the body for astral projection, was hopefully going to allow both Cerberus and me to be active at the same time.

Over the past week, we’d all discussed our connection, as well as the proclivities and acts we wanted to try. A proper kink conversation, complete with lines and veils, and we’d all agreed on wanting our ancient being to come out and play.

I distinctly recalled saying, “What on earth gave you the idea I was straight?”

Lizzie slid her tongue between my lips, Temps grabbing hold of my boxer briefs and yanking them down. I groaned into Lizzie’s mouth before setting her down on the island. She smirked at me, Temps climbing up onto the marble surface as well, all grins and devious intent.

“Take off each other’s clothes.” I narrowed my eyes, watching hungrily as the girls stripped each other.

They’d worn their uniforms to the meeting with Dean Owens, and their fingers moved with deft precision as they both slid off the other’s jacket, moving to the buttons of the shirts and freeing them one at a time.

I worked on my own, taking off my tweed jacket and flinging it somewhere before unbuttoning my shirt enough to yank it over my head.

New scars littered my body from the cuts and claw marks obtained from the carnival, and I felt Cerberus shift inside me, equally as ravenous.

If this works, sage. We’re going to need vats of that oil for how much I’ll be playing with all three of you.

I grinned, tilting my head as Lizzie shoved Temps’ sleeves down, the shirt dropping to the floor. Temps’ skin glowed in the soft yellow light from my Edison bulb lamps, scattered throughout he room to make it all the more warm and subtly seductive.

I’ll be happy to make it as quickly as I can, Cerberus. What will you look like in this spirit-like form?

His laugh echoed in my head as Temps kissed Lizzie’s bare shoulder, her finger sliding down the fabric of her shirt and the strap of her bra. Neither of them wore much in the way of bras, and I was always ever so grateful for that.

The wireless garments were lacey and stretched over their thin bodies, their hardening nipples standing out in the fabric.

Lizzie’s was black where Temps’ was a deep wine color, and soon enough, they were gone, revealing their scrumptious little breasts, pert buds at the tips aching to be touched, sucked.

I imagine I will look more like my true form, a humanoid wolfen figure with three heads.

That’s a lot of mouths, Cerberus.

He just laughed again, and as I stood there naked, I stroked my thickening erection, watching our girls unzip each other’s skirts and fling them to the floor.

Lizzie made Temps lie back, hooking her fingers under the waistband of her panties and dragging them down her legs.

Temps’ thighs gleamed, her skin slick from the wetness dripping from her pussy.

Lizzie crawled back up Temps’ body, starting to lower her mouth toward that delicious sight.

“Ah, ah. I didn’t tell you to get started yet.” I cocked a brow, gesturing down at her panties with my head. “Lose them.”

Temps sat up, helping Lizzie out of the underwear, and before either of them could do more, I used my magic to call the oil to me.

“You two have a job to do. If I remember correctly, this is supposed to coat my entire body.” I shook the bottle playfully. “Who wants upstairs and who wants downstairs?”

Lizzie hopped off the island, grabbed the bottle, and dropped to her knees. “I’ll get this part.”

A sadistic smirk lifted the corner of my mouth, and I watched as she uncorked the bottle and poured a healthy amount of oil into her palm. Temps maneuvered the bottle up to her hand, taking some before she lifted on her knees and pulled me closer to the island.

“Fine with me.” She rubbed her hands together, planting them on my chest and massaging the oil into my skin. “I get kisses here.”

She dusted her lips over mine, gentle and almost shy. I wasn’t having any of that, and neither was Cerberus, for that matter, so I grabbed Temps by the back of the neck and crashed her lips down onto mine.

“And who says I don’t?” Lizzie mused, and I moaned as her hands ran up my thighs only to close around the base of my shaft. She squeezed, rocking her fists in tiny motions. Then her lips brushed against the head of my cock before parting around it as she sucked me into her mouth.

For once, I couldn’t find the words. The energy swirled higher, my skin buzzing where the oil touched me, and before I knew it, Temps had the bottle floating over my back, the cork out, and it rained the magnificent stuff all over me.

Sure, it wasn’t a precise application, but it didn’t need to be, and the sexual magic was already blazing as Lizzie opened her throat for me, letting me fuck that bratty little mouth.

Temps tongue danced with mine before she leaned back with a grin, holding my stare as she began to chant the words.

“Spiritus terrae, spiritus inferorum, vos obsecramus ut spiritum vestrum lupinum volare sinatis.”

Cerberus recited the words in my head. Spirits of the earth, spirits of the World of Below, we beseech you to allow your wolfen spirit to soar .

“Da formam filio tuo et permitte ei gustare carnem omnium sociorum suorum.”

Give form to your child and allow him to taste of the flesh of all his mates.

The energy mounted, surging higher as Lizzie worked my cock in and out of her mouth, dragging her tongue up the underside where my piercings were.

I kicked in her grip, precum oozing from my tip, and my skin felt like it was on fire.

This desperate urge for something filled my blood, but I couldn’t name it.

It was nearly unbearable, feeling empty and needy and almost drunk on the compulsion swelling in my veins.

“Holy shit.”

Temps voice made me flick open my eyes, Lizzie stopping and letting out a tiny gasp as she stumbled up to her feet, her back hitting the island as she peered over my shoulder.

“What?”

At first, I just looked down, and that was enough to have my mind reeling. Smoke-like tendrils streamed from my skin, gently crawling through the air in this endless circulation. They never left me, anchored there as I turned this way and that.

But then I remembered.

Following the rivulets of shadow up and behind me, I turned, and against the odds, there stood a massive werewolf-like man, his body covered in short, silky black fur and two other heads perched near his shoulders.

His muscular body much much more human than wolf, and his face was a terrifying yet gorgeous hybrid of both.

“Holy shit.” Temps smacked my shoulder as I peered up into these impossible yellow eyes, intelligent and hungry.

“That’s what I said.”

Cerberus smirked, eyeing Temps over my shoulder with just the flick of his glowing stare. “ Hello, little witch. ”

The air thrummed, and from my side, Lizzie reached out, dragging her fingers down his impossibly thick arms, the muscles profound and stark. His entire body was like a work of art, almost chiseled from stone, and I couldn’t stop myself from scanning down his abdominals to his waist.

He was naked, a massive bulge, still sporting that black fur, and hiding what I knew he was working with.

But as he roamed his stare over us, that agonizing need nearly sending me to my knees, Cerberus dropped his hand to his crotch, stroking over the bulge until a rosy pink tip emerged from within.

Whoomph.

My blood shuddered. “What the hell is that?”

Chuckling, which only made it worse, Cerberus extended a clawed hand, wrapping it around my throat as he squeezed just enough.

“ You are in heat, sage. Because I demand it so. I want to watch as you break apart for me. As you cry for my spend, begging me to breed you. ”

“Gods, yessss…” I groaned, my cock twitching as Cerberus pressed himself against me, his shaft rubbing against mine as he freed it and held it to me.

He felt like molten against me, so damn hot and unyielding, and before I could think, he angled me back over the island. Lizzie and Temps were to either side of my head, and I could tell by their lidded gazes, they were feeling the effects of the heat, too.

“ Sit on his face, young morrighan. ” Cerberus scooped under Lizzie, making her squeak as he hoisted her up. “ Our sage looks so very hungry. ”

Breathless, Lizzie straddled my head, leaning over me so that her lips pressed to Cerberus’ middle mouth as her pussy hovered over my mouth.

I reached up for her hips, pulling Lizzie down.

My tongue speared through her soaked folds, and I began to furiously circle around her clit.

She gasped, arching over me, but I didn’t let her retreat for even a moment, holding her to me as I traded circles for driving my tongue inside her.