Page 51 of Iris
Chapter Fifteen
I stand alone in the circle I’ve drawn on the ground. My men are inside my home, I’m adamant that they can’t watch this. They don’t need to know that this spell is black magic. Plus, there’s a possibility it will backfire on me since it isn’t plant magic.
“You know, they won’t care you have to do this spell, right?” Igor is settled next to the red banana trees.
“I know they won’t. But I want to protect them, like they protected me.” I take my athame, running the sharp edge of the blade perpendicular along my palm.
Blood pools quickly as I clench my hand, holding it over the center of the spell circle. I move my hand in the motion to create a pentagram in the circle with my blood.
I place my athame outside of the circle as I bunch a towel in my fist to help stem the blood flow. Power builds, bouncing against the inside of the circle. The words of the spell feel like oil as I say them.
I’d casted a few black spells growing up. That high school one had been the worst one and it’d backfired on me. Every time one of these spells left my lips, I had felt sick. But we need the red banana tree to be healthy enough to get set up tomorrow. Depending on how well this reversal spell works, I might be able to transport the tree in the morning, or the late evening, if it still needs time to get some more strength.
As the last word of the spell is spoken, the magic, that has been building within the circle, disappears as it flies into the ground where the tree's roots are. Igor pushes several of her roots into the ground. She sways as she waits for the magic to do its work. It doesn’t take long.
The decay that’s visible on the trees, starts to reverse, as if rewinding time. The dull colors start to saturate with color again. The leaves and stems begin to move upward, becoming healthy again.
“Obviously the spell worked.” Igor pulls back into her pot. “It’s almost back to normal. Give it tonight to rest, it’ll be ready for transport. The other trees are doing just as well.” She glances over at me. “Go to your mates. You have a promise to fulfill. I’ll clean up here. I’ll spend the night, too.” She gives a sassy wiggle. “Go get hammered until you can’t stand.”
“Oh, gods, really, Igor?” I snort, trying to figure out if I want to hug her or strangle her. “Thank you.” Stepping out of the circle, I make sure to run my foot around the line to disrupt any leftover magic. “I’ll see you in the morning.”
The lights are on in my house; I can see Kieron’s silhouette in the kitchen window. He is cooking dinner tonight. I'm as quiet as I can be when I close the door. My clothes come off after I remove my shoes. it's time to be bold. I promised an orgy to my mates, and I’m not backing down. Though, I kind of wish I would stop calling it an orgy. Like now. Right now. Right, I'm going to make love with all of my mates. Plus, I can’t wait to see Dorian and Noah go at it, too. That will be a highlight of the night.
The slippers that Noah has given me are by the door. I slip those on after I'm completely naked. Now with padded feet, I move into the kitchen. Kieron has his back to me as he stirs something on the stove. Dorian's and Noah's voices are muffled but I could tell they are in the living room.
"Everything okay now?" Kieron's voice is soft. He doesn't turn around.
Shifter ears. He'd have known the second I left the greenhouse. My arms wind around his waist as I press against his back.
"Everything's okay. Think dinner can wait awhile? I did make a promise."
Kieron's body stiffens for several seconds before he chuckles. "You did make that promise." Even with my arms around his waist, he turns to wrap his own around mine. His eyes are alight with mirth. "Does this mean I get first dibs?" He runs his palms down my naked back appreciatively.
"Group activity. No dibs, tonight." I push my right hand up under his shirt, making sure I drag my nails. "But you could get a head start."
Kieron turns, shut the top burner off, putting a lid over the pot he'd been stirring, and sweeps me up into his arms. A small squeak escapes me before I can reel it in.
He runs down the hallway to my bedroom. "Oi, mates! Hurry up!" He shuts the door behind him, grinning wickedly down at me. "Just a second alone with you." He leans against the door with me in his arms and kisses my breath away.
My arms tighten around his shoulders as he takes control. His day old scruff heightens my senses where it rubs. His tongue has just delved into my mouth when the door moves behind him, followed by a loud thump.
"Let us in! I swear I'll dust your pants tomorrow if you don't!" Noah's muffled voice pulls us from our kiss.
Kieron snickers softly as he walks us to my bed. “Alright, Tink, you can come in.” He’s placed me on the mattress just as the door bangs open with a flustered looking Noah, whose pants are already halfway undone.
Noah’s hair is mussed up and he is missing his shirt. There are marks along his chest, that are Dorian mouth shaped. Not really, but the only other person who could have given him those marks is standing behind him, looking just as disheveled.
“You guys started without me!” Flinging an accusing finger at them, I do my best mock glare. “That’s rude! I still haven’t seen you guys go at it, yet!”
Their eyes snap over to me. Dorian’s pupils dilate as Noah’s cock obviously hardens under the pants that are pretty much about to fall off. Goosebumps pop up all over my body as I realize I'm now under the gaze of all three of my mates.
“That’s right. We’ve been negligent in our duties as your mates in pleasing you.” Dorian steps forward and to the side. He is now standing directly behind Noah. He places his hands on Noah’s hips pulling him against his front. “Would you like us to fix that now? I'm quite famished.” He brushes his lips along Noah’s neck.
Noah’s breathing kicks up as Dorian’s fingers, even in his gloves, moves sensually up his chest. My eyes are glued to the both of them. Kieron has moved to sit against the headboard. He strips quickly. I can feel his body heat behind me.
“Yes. Fix that now, Dorian.” Kieron purrs softly. I find myself being pulled back along the mattress with my back pressed into his front. His erection is hard as it presses into my lower back. My legs spread. My ankles hook on the outer side of his knees.
I'm exposed, and because of that, I try to close my legs, but Kieron presses his right hand on my lower stomach while his left holds my left bent knee and squeezes it. “Relax, sweetheart. Let us please you. I like watching. Let me watch you come undone as they fuck in front of you.”
