Page 49 of Battle of Witches
“What are you doing? My inner childis notready to watch my mother have a threesome!”
“You don’t have to. Get your ass over here,” I said, crooking my finger at him.
Loki and Killian were already out of my bed, so Sleipnir and Bjorn joined me. Bjorn was already hard and ready to go, but whatever Sleipnir was watching must not have been sexy in the slightest because he wasn’t ready. He rose to attention as soon as he saw me sprawled out on my bed, fingering my clit.
“Fuck, that’s sexy,” he growled.
“Take care of Ravyn,” Bjorn said. “I’ll hit up the dildo drawer.”
“You make that sound so sexy,” I purred.
“It’s pretty easy to make a drawer full of vibrating sex toys sexy,” Bjorn said, doing a little bend and snap and coming up with a butt plug and some lube. Oh, damn. I hadn’t even shown him that movie yet, and he nailed it.
Sleipnir was snuggled into my back, kissing my neck and circling my clit with his fingers. Bjorn hopped in with us and hauled me onto all fours. I’d give it to both of them. They were new to modern sexy toys, but they certainly adapted well.
I had Sleipnir deep down the back of my throat while Bjorn worked my ass with his finger, tongue, and the butt plug until I was ready. When I was, I got myself situated on top of Sleipnir. Then, Bjorn worked his way inside me.
I sighed when we were all situated. This wasn’t hard and fast, either. It was raw and passionate. We were releasing all the pent-up frustration we’d built up while Asfrid and Valentine were running around. I had all these men show up in my life, and I hadn’t had the time to enjoy them properly.
I had all of them tonight and intended to enjoy them. Sleipnir and I were clutching each other, and Bjorn had a death grip on my hips. I was already raw from Killian, so I didn’t last very long. Bjorn and Sleipnir had excellent control and let go when I did.
It was intense, and every inch of me that was touching them felt like little bolts of electricity. Finally, I collapsed on Sleipnir, but I wasn’t even remotely done. I wanted more. I wantedthem.
Loki was right. We didn’t have anything major on the horizon, and could just be boring for a little while.
That didn’t mean I wasn’t going to stay up all night vigorously fucking all four of these men.
Epilogue
There was a ton of fallout from the whole raising of the Cult of the Aether Sisters, but none of it blew back on my people and me. It could have. The Museum of the Profane was right at the center of this mess, and we would have to make a statement about it.
IadoredTroy. He’d always been my champion. Troy called a press conference and gleefully threw Gertrude Von Stein under the bus. If we were keeping count, he had her relics and her reputation at this point. Remind me never to piss him off. Troy gave Kaine and the Bureau credit, but KaineandTroy talked about how much my team and I helped stop the threat. At the end of his press conference, Kaine even plugged the museum about my shiny, new head. We had atonof new visitors who wanted to hear from all of us who helped stop Asfrid.
People were mad at Gertrude but not nearly as furious as they were with Valentine. It completely restored my faith in humanity after seeing how many people followed Asfrid. It didn’t matter what your views were on politics, race, or religion. Everyonehated my stupid, cheating ex.
Even the people who initially joined up changed their tune. Asfrid’s inner circle turned on him, too. Mostly because he’d lied through his teeth. They all thought the necromancy spell and the spell to make them hybrids just required shifter blood and the blood of a witch that happened to be a Gemini twin.
Valentine decided to paintmeas this scorned woman keeping everyone from greatness by refusing to give my blood willingly because I was jealous of Asfrid. The stupid, little asshole said it was a defective thing Lilith programmed into witches that we expected men to shareus,but we just weren’t generous enough to let one of our men be happy with another woman.
Which was stupid and fake news. Plenty of covens worked like that, and Valentine knew damned well I was bisexual. If I had met the right woman, I could very well have that kind of arrangement. But, breaking news at eight, Asfrid was never going to be that woman, and I had way too much self-respect to ever go crawling back to Valentine.
Apparently, the big story at Scooter’s house was that not only was I the jealous bitch standing in the way of everyone’s greatness, but they believed Valentine when he said Loki only made that video because I got butt hurt when Valentine overpowered me and stole my blood to raise Asfrid.
It was utterly ridiculous. Anyone who had ever met me wouldn’t have believed that horseshit. We invited Kaine and Beyla over for dinner, and he told us all about the interviews with that crowd. He had to show them crime scene photos and ask them to take their heads out of their rectums for a minute, and ask how likely it was that Valentine was able to steal blood from a witch who was trained at the Academy of the Profane, mentored by Minerva Krauss, and currently running the Museum of the Profane.
I’m guessing Valentine was betting on them breaking him out. Even if I didn’t agree with most of their views on literally anything, and they probably hated mine, there was one thing the supernatural community could come together on—you didn’t hurt kids, and you didn’t go after people who didn’t stand a chance at fighting back.
So, while I might not understand how they fell for Asfrid’s shit and all the other whacky conspiracy theories they heard, and they might think I was an elitist bitch because of where I went to college and where I worked, we all put that aside to testify at Valentine’s trial.
I felt terrible for Valentine’s lawyer. He blew his whole bank account and savings on Asfrid, so he had a public defender. Valentine sat in court like we were all in the wrong and had several outbursts where he called everyone traitors, and I was a frigid whore who ruined everything. Could one be frigid and a whore at the same time? Asking for a friend.
I’m pretty sure his lawyer tried to drop him several times, but none of the other public defenders wanted to touch this with a ten-foot pole. It didn’t take the jury long, and the judge ensured he never got out of jail.
Kaine had no say if he ended up in solitary, but that’s where they had to put Valentine. The trial was televised, but they made sure it wasn’t shown in prison. Still, people were big mad, and they couldn’t stop visitation day, and people found out. He got shanked in the showers but pulled through, so they moved him.
Very sad. I was ready to move on.
And we did. Between Loki and learning in Hell, Bjorn got really good at honing his vision. His visions got scary accurate. He knew when Ripley got pregnant again before anyone else did, and he knew exactly what she was carrying. She threatened to murder him if he told her, so he kept that to himself.
