Page 7 of Hallow’s Eve

I already knew the second part though. My aunt told me about it. She killed herself, thinking that would be the only way to save her soul. What she didn’t account for, she had left her daughter alone without a mother. I hated her for the longest time. What mother could leave their three-year-old daughter? The worst part about it, I’m the one who found her dead, cold body. Being three years old, you would think that I wouldn’t remember things but to this day, I have nightmares with flashes of her lifeless body on the floor. Her eyes were wide open and her mouth was slightly ajar.

I remember running to the garden where my aunt was planting new herbs and telling her mommy's body was cold and she wouldn’t wake up. The look on her face, I could never forget. Her face went pale as her chest rose heavily up and down, trying to remain calm for me. She slowly raised from the garden bed, dropping her shovel, and took me by the hand.

She led me to their spell room and brought dolls for me to play with. She instructed me to stay put no matter what before shutting the door. Later on, I cracked open the door enough to not be noticed and witnessed my mother being carried out. I thought she was just in a deep sleep and would wake up once she felt better. She never woke up. She never came back for me.

“Your mother summoned us and begged us to watch over you and keep the Hellbound away. The trade, after your twenty-first birthday, we would have one night a year with you. Hallow’s Eve. We didn’t plan on leading you here but as you became of age, your scent intrigued us. We saw the fear in your eyes when you looked at the dark forest and it ignited excitement and need to have you in our grasp. Your blue eyes, innocence and a smidge of hatred, made us want you more. We knew, Little Witch, that you were ours to destroy, taste, and fill,” Kallen finishes off the story with desire swirling in the air.

So they were brought here to protect me but instead they wanted me for themselves. What does that mean for me? Do I get to go home? Will I be able to live a normal life? The thought of having them watch over me makes me feel warm inside. My mother did actually love me. So much so, she took a risk to summon evil creatures for my safety.

I wonder if my aunt knew about the deal my mother had. From the way she acted, I doubt she did. The people who love you most tend to keep things from you for your own protection. It wouldn’t surprise me if she did, but I can’t help but feel a pang of betrayal. We don’t keep secrets from each other.

I want to believe them, I really do but something doesn’t seem right and I would be naive to think they’re telling the truth. Maybe if I play into their game, they’ll let their guard down and I can get out of here. If they’ve protected me this long, that means the other demons aren’t out there anymore. I’ll be safe to leave and get over the threshold back to home.

The brothers let me come out of the stuffy cottage. Since there’s no running water, they lead me to the creek just on the side to wash off my cum-covered hands. I realized that my hands were still tainted with them after their story and I insisted that I needed to freshen up.

Bending over, I dip my hands into the piercing cold water, causing me to wince from the impact. Pushing away the numbing feeling, I scrub my hands and arms clean of the reminder of the three who marked me with their lust.

Noticing the glow above, I look up to the moon and notice it's full tonight. Stepping into the creek, I tilt my head back before closing my eyes and bask in the power I feel from it.

Centering myself, I listen to the swaying of the branches around me, the chirping of the crickets, and the breeze that touches my skin so softly. For just a moment, I forget about my situation. I use the time to recenter myself, building strength and seeking guidance.

The feel of the moon's rays brush against my skin, instantly relaxing me. I’ve always been drawn to the moon and the protection she provides. My hips sway as I absorb the power and sounds that flow through me. A breeze runs through my loose strands of hair and gently caresses my skin.

Large hands wrap around my midsection with a gentle touch. The feel of a hard chest presses to my back and their movements match my sway. My body tenses for a brief moment before it relaxes with the familiarity. Why does his touch have to be so gentle, so kind? It draws me deeper in him, suffocating with the want that’s destined for me.

“The Moon Goddess was always my favorite. Her power is strong and leveling. The full moon gives you emotional clarity and powerful manifestation. Plus, you glow so beautifully,” he whispers in my ear before he trails kisses down my neck.

My instinct is to pull away from him, but my body longs for his touch, instantly burning with desire. Our bodies are in sync as we sway back and forth as he pulls me closer to him. It’s such a sweet moment for a creature so powerful and terrifying.

His hands leave my waist before he traces his fingertips along my neck. Moving to my hair, he undoes my braid, letting my wavy blonde hair free. It glides in the breeze, making me feel more relaxed and unbound.

“You should wear your hair down more often, Little Witch. It’s beautiful.” He twirls me around so that I’m facing him.

I look up into the onyx eyes, then travel to every single detail of his face. Bryden stands in front of me and the only reason I can tell him apart from his twin is he doesn’t have an upside down cross on the side of his face. My eyes travel to his full lips before he pulls me into him, capturing mine into a hungry kiss.

His scent engulfs me while I’m flushed against him as he devours me whole. He smells of cedar and tastes like whiskey and smoke. Nothing exists except for him and me. It’s so strange but I kiss him back with just as much intensity as he gives me. Giving him what he wants and what, deep down, I want. It deepens with so much passion and possessiveness that I cling onto him, not wanting him to stop.

He lifts me up from the water, my legs wrapping around his waist as he moves us to the edge of the creek. Setting me down gently, my head lays back on the grass acting as a pillow. His hand trails up my perched leg as he settles in between them. I can feel his hardened erection pressed against my center as he slowly grinds against me. My hips shifts forward wanting to feel him closer, harder.

“S-stop. We can’t.” I break away from the kiss, breathless.

I try to push him away but his hands catch mine, pinning me back down to the earth below us. Trying to wiggle free, he presses his body against mine, making me freeze. Heat floods my body, making me tingle all over.

“Yes, we can. You want this just as much as I do. I need to claim you, Little Witch. I. Need. You,” he pants as he grinds harder against me.

He’s right, I do want this but it’s so damn wrong and we’re in the middle of the woods. I can feel him growing, consuming all the fibers of my soul and it makes me so wet. I can feel all my control dissolve as the thought of his hard, swollen cock buried deep inside me. He’s right, I do want him. I need him.

“W-what about the others? Where are they?” I ask, curious to see where they went.

After what the four of us did, I’m curious to see how they feel about this or if they’ll be joining in with their brother. The thought of them joining makes dirty thoughts swirl in my head. What would they do if they all had me…at once?

“They’ll be back. They had business to attend to. What? You want my brothers to touch you like I do? I can smell your arousal. You want us to worship you again like we did in the cottage.” He lets go of one of my wrists before he puts them both together above my head, gripping with one hand. With his free hand, he travels between my legs and rubs my center over my panties.

He moans at the feel of my soaked center and doesn’t wait to push them aside and rub my swollen clit. I push myself into him, wanting him to do more. His fingers slip inside me and he thrusts slowly, teasing me.

“Don’t worry, baby. They’ll have their turn but right now, you’re mine,” he growls as he pushes deeper and quickening his pace.

His mouth comes down to my chest where he uses his teeth to pull down the top of my gown and captures my breast into his mouth. He sucks me long and deep and my back arches to how amazing this feels.