Page 32 of The Bairwick Witches
Schuyler laughed at the deadpan delivery.
Azrael only sneered, then stepped back to Schuyler. “The Spyders Gate Cemetery ain’t no joke, Cher, and neither is that dirt. You ain’t asked why he want it?
“It got eight gates, yeah? Something in the center, mais they say you can’t get to there though. After you pass each gate, the place gets worse and worse. Guardin’ some’ting, mais ain’t no one know though. No one can get past all them gates. Spooky shit even for us witches.
“Now you know. So, guess what it took to get some dirt from there, yeah? And yous want me to hand it over, for nothin’?Come now love, you don’t ‘xpect I was gonna do that? Especially not for some mystery boy here.” He glared at Issac.
“What’s the price,” Schuyler asked.
“You know.”
“Anything else?”
“I want you. Ain’t nothing else worth having.” Rae slid closer, grabbing Sky’s waist. Their faces only inches apart, Azrael’s hazel eyes filling Schuyler’s. “That’s the price, Cher.”
Schuyler felt the urge to say yes, not even debate, just give in. It’d been years since he’d tasted Rae’s kiss. Felt his arms around him. Despite knowing it could lead to a relapse, he wanted it. “Papa took a similarfee, so you really can’t expect us to go again right now.”
“Us?” Azrael sneered, and spit, “I don’t want that boy. Just you. I know by the way you walkin’, you ain’t give up what I want to Papa.” Rae slid his hands down, grabbing the seat of Schuyler’s jeans, gripping his ass.
Schuyler trembled, and looked at Issac, whose face he could not read. The young man appeared uncomfortable, but also seemingly into it, as there was no sign of protest anywhere on him.
“Don’t worry ‘bout him,” Rae whispered, licking Schuyler’s ear, sending a sensual shiver run from ear to crotch; it was a direct message from one body to another. “He can be thecuck.”
Schuyler felt weak, his footing unbalanced, ready to grab and start kissing Rae right there. “Is there nothing else?”
“Did I come wanderin’ over to you, waving a bag o’dirt? No, don’t think so. Yous came to my door, yeah?” Azrael ran his slender fingers over Sky’s cheek, sliding the thumb between his full lips. Schuyler nearly buckled, accepting the thumb into hismouth, unbothered by the smokey after taste from the welding. “You know you want to be a good boy for me again.”
He fell instantly into being submissive for Rae. Like with any drug, one hit was all that was needed to get reeled back in. How else would they find the dirt—from a cemetery no one’s heard of? Rae’s hands were on him. A touch his body remembered, one it wanted more of. He was behind Schuyler, kissing on his neck.
“And I’ll owe you nothing else? Sex for the dirt.”
“Don’t make it sound cheap, like some transaction,” Rae objected, annoyed at how Schuyler approached the situation. “This is love, and you’ll come back for more on your own, but tis’ a fair trade this time. Sex for dirt, yes?”
Schuyler’s constitution weakened, leaving him wondering if he were strong enough to not find himself rocked back into old habits: the non-stop sex which occupied their days, Rae’s bullshit, the fights, and getting angry with himself. He’d broken the cycle once and feared being able to accomplish such a daunting task a second time. Yet, already his hips shifted when Rae was behind him, seeking him out.
Schuyler looked at Issac, who stood watching silently as he worked through the people he knew. If Orenthal could not help, then anyone else he thought of wouldn’t be able to assist in the timeframe they needed; he’d have to send out inquiries and wait for their responses. There was no guarantee they would have another chance.
While still questioning if Issac’s spell was worth the risk of waking a dormant addiction, he felt himself smacked by an energetic Push, a nudge intending to make him more agreeable. Rae had no need for tricks, and had he employed any, Sky would already be on the floor, dazed and legs up. ThePushhe received was meager, not powerful enough to affect him.
Azrael retrieved his hand from down the front of his overalls, smearing the wetness on Schuyler’s lips. Sky looked at Issac, waiting for an objection, or for him to seem displeased, but the young man was softly biting his bottom lip, eyes glued to the scene in front of him.
Had the Push come from him?
“Waiting for that verbal consent, Cher,” Azrael grinned, kissing him softly.
Issac couldn’t. Could he? Schuyler hadn’t covered any of the unethical spells one could do. He kissed back, his lips instantly remembering the rhythm of Rae’s.
“What’s it gonna be?”
Still kissing, Schuyler looked past Rae to Issac, searching for any indicator he should say no. His scrunched, saddened face showed he didn’t care for the make-out session, but there was no motion from him to stop. The dirt. The spell. Azrael’s lips against his skin.
Schuyler finally opened his mouth. “Okay, but only this once.”
Azrael’s red eyes ignited. “Laissez les bons temps rouler!” he proclaimed, spinning around. With a flick of his fingers, a spider’s web design of chains spread out behind Issac snatching him up and wrapping leather straps around his wrists and legs, holding him in place. “You stay right there and watch the show, lil’ thing.” Issac’s clothes vanished. The cold chains slapped against his bare skin.
Azrael forced Schuyler into a spin and pushed him up against the wide base of the closest spire. Then he pounced, his hands searching every inch of Schuyler for somewhere to grab, to claim: his chest, his ass, his neck. Rae’s tongue slid up every inch of him, making Schuyler shiver. Azrael pushed upagainst him, groin to ass, one hand on the back of Schuyler’s neck, holding him in place. Schuyler felt every ounce of restraint melting away, loving the presence behind him. Rae’s other hand rested on the waistband of his jeans, ready to pull them down—but lingering in the moment, savoring the first exposed skin of Sky’s ass.
Schuyler’s lips trembled, his breath caught and thrown back by the cold metal base he was pressed against. He spread his legs slightly, arching his back and pressing against Azrael’s crotch.
