Wildfire Witch (The Cursed Coven of Spells Hollow)

21. Nix

NIX

My life started again with fire, a flame lit deep in my chest that beat like the heart I’d lost. I gasped, my eyes opening to a cloudy sky overhead.

A beaked face peered at me upside-down. “It worked,” Aodhnait exclaimed.

The pain of existence returned too, reminding me I’d just had a close encounter with corrupted fire magic, and that there was…until recently…a hole in my chest. I sat up, but before I could poke the sore area, arms wrapped around me.

It was Ceridor, whispering his many nicknames for me over and over like a mantra as he peppered my face with kisses. Beside him fit Seth, who I drew in with an arm around his back. He wasn’t wearing a shirt anymore, and his hands found my belly…my very bare, ash-streaked belly. Not to be left out, Rusty held me from behind, kissing my shoulder down to the tattoo he’d left on my arm last night.

I sensed my connections to them stronger than ever, reinforced by glowing outlines of gold magic. I could’ve laughed, or cried, and settled for both as I tried to hold and kiss all three of them. There wasn’t a dry eye in the huddle we made on the ground. Well, the remains of my old home. Until Rusty lifted me to sit on his muscled thigh, my bare behind was resting on solid wood.

“I’m alive. I’m okay,” I murmured, feeling like I was reassuring Ceridor most of all. The shadows tarnishing his silver gaze were slow to clear.

“You’re alive,” he repeated to himself.

The kisses didn’t stop. I had a feeling my men would start stripping right here if we weren’t in the midst of haunted ruins. Someone’s hands were dipping lower, one cupping my lower belly, another over the curve of my ass.

“Guys,” I said breathlessly. “There are ghosts here. They’re probably watching us right now.”

Those touches froze, and Rusty growled. I clamped my thighs together. Oh yeah , that was exactly the vibration I’d mourned ever feeling again while on the other side of death. My dragon stripped off his shirt and three sets of hands worked together to put it on me. They didn’t even communicate; it was simply agreed upon that they didn’t want invisible spirits seeing my naked body. The shirt fit on me like a dress, stopping at my upper thighs.

“Is it my turn with my witch now?” Aodhnait asked dryly. I turned to look at her, restored to her prime with her full coat of crimson plumage and a long, sweeping tail marked with some white feathers. She blinked up at me with eyes full of white flame, and then we moved at the same time. She leaped, and I caught her, pulling her into a hug overtop my chest, where her spark now served as my heart.

“Thank you,” I whispered. She didn’t have to bring me back, but here I was, breathing again because of her.

“I couldn’t live without you,” she twittered, nuzzling her head up under my chin.

I rocked her, enjoying her warmth from outside my body for once. “I couldn’t die without you,” I joked.

“Clearly.”

“I’ll make your sacrifice worth it. I promise,” I said more sincerely.

Aodhnait made a little bird trill. “I know. And your mates are seconds from sweeping you off your feet right now, so I’ll also say…I’ll take care of myself out in the forest for a bit. Whistle when you need me. Remember the one?” she asked.

I pursed my dry lips, trying to whistle. Someone else made the four-tone noise for me, which had been our signal to each other since we were young and silly growing up in Spells Hollow as it used to be. Aodhnait stirred, both of us turning towards Ceridor, who whistled the tune again without trouble. “Some people have all the talent,” I remarked.

He fixed me with a smolder. “Time to go?” he suggested.

“Time to go,” I agreed. Then I yelped when Rusty picked me up yet again, carrying me back to the car. Aodhnait rested in my arms in the meantime, in no hurry to fly off until the vehicle was in sight. “Are you sure you don’t want to come back to the motel?”

“Positive,” she said in her driest tone. “Don’t worry about me. I can breathe fire, remember?”

So could Lance , I almost wanted to say. But Aodhnait was a darling, while Lance…well, his body was almost unrecognizable when we passed by it. Rusty muttered something about taking care of it later.

I smiled to myself. Morfran’s curse would keep Lance’s ghost here, and I doubted the other spirits would be friendly when they learned why he’d died on the cursed ground.

“Go, have fun,” I said to her instead, petting the soft feathers down her neck. With one last nuzzle, she launched into the air, soaring straight for the healthy forest that bordered the outskirts of our former home.

“All right, where were we?” Rusty asked. He ran his tongue up the shell of my ear and got into the back with me still in his lap, layering nips down the side of my neck.

Seth got into the driver’s seat and Ceridor also slid into the back. For a moment, I was worried my dragon and fae would try to tug-of-war me between them. Rusty plopped me in the middle seat, where my legs had to spread between the raised space between the foot wells.

Rusty’s large, warm hand ran up one thigh, while Ceridor’s cool, practiced touch closed around the other thigh. Seth turned the car on, clearing his throat. “I’d appreciate if we saved the actual action for a place that’s not my backseat,” he commented.

“You never had fun in your car as a teen?” I teased. My hand tangled in Rusty’s short hair as I drew him in for a long, deep kiss.

Seth groaned, possibly watching from the rearview mirror. “It doesn’t fit all of us,” he protested.

“We won’t fuck in your backseat,” Ceridor said patiently, while also running his fingers up to my slit. I shivered as he rimmed my lower lips with a teasing touch.

I moaned into Rusty’s mouth when that touch found my clit and pressed a little harder than expected when we hit the first pothole. The dragon grunted in annoyance at the second and third rough jolt, breaking our kiss to work some magic on the road ahead of us.

It wasn’t nearly as smooth as our ride to Spells Hollow, but at least Seth wouldn’t have to replace the suspension the next time he got his car serviced. Rusty was out of magic, with few earth motes being traded up and down our connection. Ceridor and Seth weren’t faring much better…but who cared? We were alive. I needed a firm bed and all three of them naked with me as soon as possible.

And I was about to get that wish. When we arrived at the motel, Rusty lifted me from the car and tucked his hand over my thighs, covering my modesty as all of us walked to our room. Ceridor slipped on a lazy glamor, only covering his ears and hair color.

We passed by one person, an elderly woman smoking outside while reading a paperback book. She’d propped her orthopedic shoes on a little stool and looked quite relaxed in her chair. The badge on her leopard print shirt suggested she was Mavis, the housekeeper. She took a drag on her cigarette and noticed us, practically dropping her novel. “You go, girl,” she commented, blowing a smoke ring behind us.

That poor woman. Considering I was still coated in ash, we were about to make quite the mess in our room for her to clean up later.

Rusty rumbled eagerly the moment we kicked the door closed behind us, locking out the outside world. He whipped his shirt off of me and placed me delicately in the middle of the bed like I was a porcelain doll. “So, how do we do this? Rock-paper-scissors?” he asked.

“Nix should pick who she wants to be with first,” Seth said.

Three sets of eyes turned to me with anticipation. Oh no . I didn’t want to choose. “If you have some water magic left to tap…you could get my ass ready,” I suggested to Seth.

“Yes, ma’am,” he said playfully, heading into the bathroom to run some water in the sink.

I turned to my other two men, tapping my chin. “If it helps, I’m down to watch for a round,” Rusty ventured. “You’ll still walk away from this room with my dragonling, even if I give these two a head start.”

Ceridor’s brow scrunched with doubt. “If she leaves this room at all in the next few weeks, it’ll be with my child in her,” he stated.

“Hey, um,” I said, finally touching my chest and finding a big patch of rough skin. A scar where there’d once been a much more catastrophic injury. “Hate to bring this up, but I died? Like, an hour ago? Probably no babies are happening anymore.”

“Just an extra challenge, my diamond,” Rusty answered confidently.

My fae husband, who’d been on the baby-making journey with me longer, lifted a shoulder. “My life is completed by you, firefly. Anything else is extra.” His silver gaze flashed a warning over at Rusty. “And not worth upsetting her over.”

“Got it. No baby talk,” he said, putting his palms up.

I sighed, crooking my fingers at Ceridor. If it was possible…I wanted a half-fae child first, just like we’d tried for in my first life. “Let’s at least settle down somewhere first. If it doesn’t happen, we can always adopt,” I suggested.

Ceridor made to climb on the bed and I breathed a little “ah” and a waggle of my finger. He grinned and started to strip off his clothes.

“We’ll go to the Wind Court. We can fill the home I have sitting there,” he suggested.

“We finally get to see it?” Seth called from the bathroom.

Ceridor climbed onto the bed, now without a stitch of clothing on. He caged me in his arms, pressing his lips to mine. “You finally get to see it,” Ceridor murmured in my ear.

I put my arms around him and he rested his weight on me, but not enough to crush. “But first…I made a promise to Melisande. We have to stay and help the last two witches break their curses, if we can. Then Spells Hollow will be free of Morfran’s evil,” I murmured.

If he was surprised I’d had a conversation with my long-dead friend, he didn’t show it. “I’ll only agree to that if no more fire bros show up. We don’t want to be a hindrance, either. And the death of that fire dragon will cause them to sniff around and have another reason to look for Aodhnait,” he whispered back.

“Fair enough. I still want to see Spells Hollow restored before we set down roots someplace else,” I said.

Ceridor nodded in understanding and sat up. Seth was approaching the bed with a little whirlpool of water resting on his palm, while Rusty had shucked off his clothes too at some point. “Before anything else, I think there’s something we need to tell Nix,” the fae said.

Seth nodded in agreement. He also took off his pants one-handed when he noticed the other two men had already done so.

“Go ahead. She should know,” Rusty said.

I sat up too, a little confused. Ceridor cupped my cheek, his gaze soft and free of shadows now. “We bound ourselves to you a second time, to bring you back from death. Aodhnait used our mating bonds to help pull you back. The consequence is that our life force is connected permanently. If you die, we die.”

My mouth popped open in shock. “But that’s such a huge sacrifice. You didn’t have to…” Yet all three of their magics had been present to pull my spirit back into my body.

“I just found you, my diamond. I couldn’t let you go so easily,” Rusty growled.

Seth smiled, now as naked as the rest of us. “We haven’t had the chance to bond deeply as anam cara. But now we have the chance.”

I bit my knuckle, trying not to cry again. I’d done plenty of that, and didn’t want to spoil a happy moment. “I love you guys,” I said, voice full of emotion.

And they answered in their own way. “I will always adore you,” Ceridor murmured, stroking his hand through my hair.

“Maybe it’s early, but hell, we’ve been through it together. I love you too,” Seth said.

“I loved you on sight. You are mine,” Rusty said, before he took his cock in hand and pumped it in his fist. “Someone better worship your body before I lose my patience and hoard you for myself, Nix.”

The other men were in motion so fast, I had to giggle. “Maybe if you were under her? Bring her to the edge of the bed?” Seth suggested in a murmur.

“Okay, but if you hurt her, no more playing with her ass,” Ceridor muttered.

The water witch rolled his eyes. They helped reposition me, as a quick flip with me on top of the fae had left me quite dizzy. But when I found his eyes, those silver pools grounded me, as they always did, whether we were twirling in the sky or down on the ground. We kissed while he held my hips, giving Seth an opening to tease the pucker of my ass with a tendril of warm water.

I jolted, then moaned. It felt a lot like an ultra-flexible finger, especially when it delved inside of me.

Ceridor pulled me down so he could grind against my pussy while the water played and twirled, stretching and thickening as time passed. I reached between us to line him up, sinking onto his cock with an eager moan. He bounced me on his shaft as if the other two men weren’t there at all.

I found it a lot harder to ignore the dragon shifter who lounged on the other side of the bed, watching and stroking himself leisurely. Rusty’s nostrils flared and his rumble was deeply aroused.

And the water tendril in my ass was still stretching me, now flexing in and out of my second entrance counter to Ceridor’s thrusts. I twitched and panted, holding fast to him beneath me. Relying on him to be my anchor.

This was so much more sensation than I was used to, but it felt incredible. There’d be a day soon when it was a second cock taking me from behind, rather than some magic, but thanks to Seth, I would probably be ready for it. But I hoped they wouldn’t mind if I wasn’t feeling that adventurous after today’s events.

I still came on my wind fae’s cock in record time. His expression lit with satisfaction at seeing my lips form a pleased ring as I threw my head back with a cry of bliss. It wasn’t long before he joined me over that edge, grinding deep as he came.

We paused, breathing harder. My sweat had turned the coating of ashes on my skin into paint, and Ceridor wore swipes of gray over his chest and arms without concern. His attention slipped to Seth, who removed the water tendril and sent it away. To splash harmlessly in the sink, by the sounds of it.

“Take her,” he instructed, lifting me off of him and placing me on the edge of the bed. He inched away to recover, while I spread my legs invitingly for my water witch. Seth stepped into the space between my thighs and bent to kiss me. I accidentally knocked his glasses askew while meeting his lips with passion, drawing him into a duel with our tongues.

A second set of hands framed my curves from behind as Rusty scooched into the space where Ceridor had been. “I can’t just watch anymore,” he murmured in my ear, his deep voice sending a thrill down my back.

Seth only broke our kiss to say, “It’s still my turn.”

“Don’t worry,” the dragon said, snaking his hands up to cup my breasts. “I just want to play with these.”

“Yes, please,” I said with a giggle.

Seth lined himself up and slid into my pussy while Rusty tugged and squeezed my boobs with reverent hands. I closed my legs around the witch’s hips, drawing him in deeper now that I was good and slick. He tugged on my hair just right, tilting my head to run his lips over my pulse. The stubble of his facial hair rasped against my skin deliciously. Maybe I’d encourage him to grow it out…

“Make her scream,” Ceridor instructed. He’d sat up to watch, his gaze intense. I thought he might be weird about having two other men sharing our bed, but it was quite the opposite. He watched the pleasure on my face with great satisfaction.

Seth nodded and reached between us, pressing on my clit for a sudden starburst of sensation. I screamed right on cue, trembling as I felt my body prime for another release so quickly. When I came, so did he, the two of us still in perfect sync. He kissed me again, slower, before lifting his hand in a wave.

He’d realized Rusty was reaching for my hips and scooting himself back, taking me with him with an exclamation of, “My turn! At last.”

“He’s going to roar, and someone’s going to come investigate. Watch,” Ceridor snarked to Seth.

The witch sat at the foot of the bed, panting and grinning. “No doubt,” he agreed.

“Please no roaring,” I said. Even as excited as I was, I was feeling tired and fuzzy-limbed after two orgasms.

Rusty seemed to realize that, gently flipping me so I was on my back. He prowled up the line of my body, taking a leisurely sniff of my neck, before his tongue ran up my jaw and he ended up nipping my earlobe with a hint of sharp teeth.

“No promises, my diamond,” he whispered in my ear.

“Rust—oh.” He had my legs open and his cock slid all the way to the root in me before I could even say his name. That huge manhood fit without a problem, and I realized now why he’d waited to be last.

He fucked me slow and deep, rocking the mattress despite all the extra weight on it. I was glad he treated me a bit like a pillow princess, taking on the work so I could lie back and enjoy. His hand rested over my chest, and the phoenix spark within it, humming with heat and life. Emotion played over his face as he traced the outline of my new scar with his fingertips.

“There won’t be a next time for something like this,” he rumbled. “I will protect you better. Nothing will harm you, or our weird elemental family, again.”

“Weird,” Ceridor scoffed.

“Elemental,” I said breathlessly. That’s what better described us…this attraction I had to all three of my men. We were the building blocks, the elements coming together to form a perfect union.

Rusty kissed me with a wink. He growled in a new pitch…my big, rumbly dragon had many sounds, but I could tell that this one was affection. It repeated from his throat as he drove me to a third orgasm, chased down like a victory despite my fatigue. He soon followed, filling my core with one more bloom of liquid heat.

I laid there afterward, my eyelids lowering. I was spent for now, but it seemed my men weren’t too far behind me. We piled up together with murmurs of affection and a few slow, sleepy kisses. Someone pulled the ash-streaked coverlet over all of us, and I drifted off warm and satisfied in their arms.