Atlas yanked me away with a growl and nodded to Marta.
“Our witch is lonely,” he said. “Keep her company.”
Desperate and decimated, I crawled over to her and stroked my cock before placing it at her entrance. In a moment too tender for what we’d been doing, I leaned over her and kissed her, lowering down to my elbows by her shoulders.
“You’re so beautiful,” I told her. “Too good for me. Too good for us.”
Sliding inside her forced a sharp exhale from my lungs. She was magnificent, and I loved the contrast of my hard body against her much smaller, delicate one. Of course, that was only appearances. Marta was in fantastic shape, and she’d proven she could take either of us down with a well-timed kick and a sharp blade.
Finish this, the monster said, forcing me to fuck her faster for Atlas’s enjoyment.
I heard, rather than saw, him grab the sacred oil we’d used to sanctify ourselves before the ritual, and he poured some on his hands, the scent of rosemary and coconut burrowing in my nose, nearly bringing me out of my trance. I blinked against the flicker of consciousness, the old Wes railing against his cage, telling me to slow down, to realize what was really going on, to shake Atlas out of whatever spell had taken him.
But my brother had waited long enough. He lathered the oil over his cock and kneeled behind me, rubbing my ass while I rutted into our witch. He teased my opening with his thumbs while I moaned and slowed my thrusts, hanging my head on Marta’s shoulder.
The foreign feeling should have scared me, but it didn’t. I suddenly wasn’t afraid at all. I wanted more. I wanted this
“You have no idea how it thrills me to be the first one to fuck you, brother,” he said, swirling the pad of his finger around my ass until I whimpered.
“Stop stalling. Do it.”
Atlas chuckled and slipped his digit inside, coaxing me open, rubbing against that uniquely euphoric spot that made me arch my back and moan. I’d never done this before, and fuck, he’d been right. I’d wasted so much time.
“There it is,” he said with an audible laugh. “Such a good boy.”
I wilted, my entire body trembling as one finger became two…and two became three. He played with me like we had all the time in the world, and I fucked Marta at the same glacial pace. She moaned and writhed under me, pushing her hips up to meet mine, one hand between us so she could furiously rub at her clit.
When he couldn’t stand the separation any longer, he lined his cock up and inched inside.
The sensation was unbearable. So strange. So much pressure. So fucking right. And once the three of us were connected…fully connected by flesh…I couldn’t stand it. My brother’s bliss poured out of him, ricocheting into me and our witch, and hers reflected back like a mirror. We were starlight and nuclear heat and the entire cosmos condensed into one blinding moment.
Atlas leaned over me and put his hands on either side of Marta’s hips, his sweaty chest sticking to my back, his hips fully pressed against my ass. It was too much, and I almost cried out…in pain or pleasure or both, I didn’t know. And just when I thought I couldn’t take it, Atlas moved and hit that spot inside me again, and I sobbed a groan.
“Yeah, you like, don’t you, little brother?” Atlas’s arrogant voice heightened my trepidation, and my deviant blood boiled. Because I did. I did like it. And I never thought I would.
Together, we fucked Marta into that library floor. He rolled his pelvis against me, shoving me farther inside Marta, and we retreated in time with each other. I pushed deeper, and he went harder, and we pulled out together.
I looked up at Marta, her features tightened with lust, her eyes long gone to her own monster, the one that lived inside us all.
“Fuck yes,” Atlas growled. “Fuck us both, little witch. He feels amazing inside you, doesn’t he? It’s even better inside him.”
“Fucking hell, brother,” I said, leaning my head to the side so I could lick up Marta’s throat, latching on to her neck with teeth and ravishing sucks.
Ever the opportunist, Atlas took advantage. He bit into my shoulder until the skin broke and the rush of his blood filled his mouth, but I didn’t care. My utter delight shot out of me and into him. I wanted him to do it again. He scratched down my ribs, his nails tearing a path to my hips, and when he got there, he sat up so he could really fuck me the way he wanted, drilling his hips into me, taking me like he owned me.
And in many ways, he did. He owned me. I owned him. And our witch owned us both.
Hours, days, centuries could have passed in that sweltering room. I’d long ago lost track of time. It didn’t matter. Nothing mattered. The magic we’d created had combined with the ancient energy of the books left there, and we descended into it like savages, not cognizant enough to come up for air.
I came a million times over. Atlas spilled into me until neither of us could breathe. Until we couldn’t think. I fucked Marta until she lay boneless and sated under me, filling her until my cum seeped out around my cock. Then, I cleaned her up, sucking my own spend out of her body until she couldn’t stand it and shoved my head away.
Then we lay in the center of the pentagram on the cold, hard floor, staring up at the ceiling with nothing left inside us. Someone let out a maniacal laugh, a sick, demented sound, and it was only when Marta and Atlas joined in that I realized it had come from me.
Oh yes, the monster was truly awake now, and he wanted more.
CHAPTER 21
Marta
