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He looked sheepish. “I know you’ve been having sex with him. It was just…seeing it firsthand, this close to the full moon. We’re full of testosterone. I just flipped.” He ran a hand over his face, looking pained. “I can’t take it anymore, Ness. You have to choose. Him or me?”

His question was like a shot to the gut. It was like asking a person to choose between air and water.
Impossible
. Climbing to a kneeling position in front of where Dihn stood next to the bed, she placed a hand on his chest. “I can’t live without you.” Leaning forward, she kissed him tenderly.

“That’s your choice then?” Brenn asked, his voice full of agony.

“No.” Not letting go of Dihn, she grabbed Brenn’s shirt and pulled his mouth down to hers, throwing all of her passion into that one action. “I can’t live without you either. I want you both. Can’t you see that? Don’t make me choose.”

“Ness, how?” Brenn asked. “How would that even work?”

“Society norms don’t apply to the majority of your life. Why should they here?”

Brenn stared at her for a moment in silence, his expression guarded. She was positive he was going to reject her plea, when he finally spoke. “Dihn?” he asked carefully.

Dihn’s voice came low and cautious. “Sharing was never the issue, not for me.”

“I’m willing to try,” Brenn whispered, his voice full of vulnerability. “Though I wouldn’t even know where to start.”

“Let me assist,” Dihn offered. His gaze slid to Vanessa, and with authority, he said, “Take off your clothes and lie down on the bed.”

Her eyebrows rose in surprise, but she was desperate for this to work. She nodded obediently and set to work at removing her clothing. It wasn’t until she had settled down on the comforter that she noticed both men had removed their clothing as well.

Where Dihn looked eager, Brenn looked uncomfortable.

“Relax,” Dihn instructed his friend. To Vanessa, he said, “Give me your wrists.” He positioned himself above her, and when she held out her wrists, he pinned them to the bed above her head, leaving her body exposed to Brenn’s suddenly hungry gaze.

Any hesitation he’d had seemed to evaporate as he crawled predatorily across the silk sheets and lowered his mouth to her.

Vanessa arched up off the bed with a gasp as his tongue lapped at the very core of her desire, causing her legs to quiver. She watched Brenn with wide eyes as he nuzzled her clit, teasing it with his tongue.

Obviously not wanting to be outdone, while still pinning her arms down, Dihn lowered his mouth over her right breast and flicked his tongue swiftly along her nipple. At her cry of delight, he blew warm breath across the moist bud before taking it into his mouth and sucking hard.

Brenn slid his arms underneath her thighs to gain better access, his palms cupping her buttocks. Doubling his efforts, he sucked on her clit just as forcefully as Dihn did her nipple. He alternated between licking and sucking, his tongue bringing her to completion almost instantly.

With her nails digging into Dihn’s wrists, she cried out her satisfaction at receiving stimulation from both of them simultaneously.

While she was still delirious with pleasure, Dihn released her wrists to let Brenn lift her. He pulled her against his chest and immediately lowered her onto his erection.

She whimpered and buried her face in his shoulder, her eyes closing in rapture. As Brenn rocked her on top of him, guiding her movements, she felt Dihn move in behind her.

He gently slid her hair out of his way, and then his lips trailed along her shoulder, adding to the erotic bliss. His hands slid around her front where he plucked and squeezed at her breasts in rhythm to Brenn’s movements, raising her pleasure to another level.

Brenn suddenly gave a hoarse cry and thrust deep one last time. His abrupt orgasm threw her into a second one, and her body trembled with pleasure. He gave a satisfied groan and laid back, spent.

Before she even had time to realize what Dihn was doing, he lifted her off Brenn’s lap and entered her from behind.

Vanessa gave a sharp, startled cry of ecstasy, and Brenn was there, swallowing her shout with his kiss. He reached down between her legs and caressed her clit in rhythm to Dihn’s thrusts, increasing her pleasure.

Dihn gripped her hips and thrust roughly, swiftly, taking his pleasure as much as he gave. He shoved so deep that he forced a scream from her throat as she climaxed a third time before he reached his own culmination.

Both collapsed to the pillows next to Brenn.

As Dihn fought to settle his ragged breathing, Vanessa curled up to Brenn’s chest, her eyes heavy and her heart overflowing with love.

“I’ve only got one thing to say,” Brenn said on a content sigh. “We’re going to need a bigger bed.”

Dihn and Vanessa nodded in unison. “Agreed.”

The End

The Problem with Love Spells

Copyright © Angelina Rain

Chapter One

“Are you insane?” Windred’s intense blue eyes appeared larger than usual as she stared at Gretchen, with her mouth agape and a look of utter dismay on her face.

Gretchen shrugged, feigning innocence. “How was I supposed to know this was going to happen?”

Windred sat down at the kitchen table and put her hand to her forehead. “The thirty million warnings you’ve had in your lifetime should have been a red flag.”

Gretchen turned her attention back to the stove, added a dash of cinnamon to the pot, and stirred it gently. “Don’t tell mom, please.”

She couldn’t believe she was still scared of her mother’s judgment. She was twenty-seven, had her own apartment, and a good job as a second grade teacher. What could her mother possibly do as punishment?

“Don’t worry, Gretchen,” Windred said while toying with her shoulder length blonde hair.

Gretchen adored her sixteen-year-old sister. They both looked a lot alike with their matching shades of cornflower blue eyes and sun-kissed blonde hair, although Gretchen’s was down to the middle of her back and wavy, while Windred’s was short and straight. Her sister was so carefree, beautiful, and lucky. She could never understand what Gretchen was going through.

She added a spoonful of brown sugar and stirred the pot. The content was getting creamier and it smelled heavenly. What a shame that the next few ingredients she needed to add would destroy the taste. Her cell phone chimed and she turned to grab it off the counter top.

“
Baby, I need your hot sexy body next to mine,”
the text message read. Gretchen rolled her eyes while erasing it. In her peripheral vision, she could see Windred and the ‘I told you so’ expression on her face.

Seconds later, another text message arrived on her cell phone. Just like the last one, it contained a lustful message but from a different man. She deleted this one, too, and sighed deeply as reality sank in.

She had always been unfortunate in love. The problem was her mother. When she was young, her mother fell in love with a wonderful man. He was a witch, just like her mother, and she felt like he was a perfect match for her. However, when she learned of her pregnancy and told him, he came clean about a little secret of his. He was married. Mom was devastated and ended the relationship instantly, choosing to be a single mother instead of a home wrecker. Unfortunately, dad told his barren wife that he was leaving her for his pregnant mistress. The wife, also a witch, wasn’t happy about it, and she cast a spell that the child be born unlovable.

That child was Gretchen.

She was beautiful, or at least as pretty as any other woman with nice curves and ivory skin. She had a decent personality, but love always passed her by. Her male co-workers saw her as a sister figure instead of a woman to love. Her male friends saw her as a friend, and just a friend. Strangers on the streets and bars looked at her, winked lustfully, and then when her heart started racing with hope, they’d pass her to approach a prettier woman. She had no boyfriends in her life, and her only form of sexual release came in the form of one-night-stands. She did her research. The only way to break the Loveless spell would be for Gretchen to find her soul mate, the one person who was predesigned to be with her. The soul mate would be the only man to come back after a one night stand. But how could she find him if no one ever saw her as a woman to love?

Was she wrong for casting a love spell? Sure, they could be dangerous, but finding true love and breaking the spell was worth it, right? Besides, witches were always warned about how dangerous love spells really were, but no one ever took the time to explain exactly what would happen. How was she supposed to know
this
would happen?

She turned off her phone to avoid more calls and messages, and slipped it in her purse which was resting carelessly on the countertop. All of the sudden, she had become a sexual magnet with every man on the face of the earth wanting her.

Gretchen opened the cabinet that stored all spell books and potion ingredients and shuffled through it. Behind the lizard tongues and gator nails, she came upon an empty container with ‘Wolf Fur’ written on it.

“Great,” she said sarcastically, and shoved it aside. “No wolf fur.”

“We’re out of bat blood, too,” Windred said, and opened her math homework. “Mom needed a super speed potion this morning.”

Great!
How was she going to break that stupid love spell if she couldn’t find half of the ingredients she needed?

Gretchen looked at the clock and realized it was nine at night already. The only magic supply shop in the whole state closed at six. The idea of waiting until morning came to mind, but she opted against it. With every man on earth being under that spell, she couldn’t wait until morning. She couldn’t let more women find their husbands and boyfriends pining over her. It wasn’t natural or right, and had she known that would happen, she would have never cast that spell. She could break into the magic supply shop, but spending the night in jail didn’t appeal to her either.

“There is another option,” Windred said, as if reading her mind. “You could just have sex with every man on earth. Only your soul mate will come back after the bodily exchange and then the Loveless spell will be broken.”

“Yeah, and in the mean time, I could become the world’s biggest slut. No thanks.” She sat down at the kitchen table across from Windred and tapped her glittery pink fingernails on the polished wood top. When the idea came to her, she rose instantly and poured the partial potion into a glass container and sealed it shut. Then she grabbed a spray bottle from the cabinet and slipped it into her jacket pocket.

Windred stared at her, clearly confused. “Where are you going?”

She donned her light spring jacket and fished her car keys out of her purse. “The forest. It’s the only place I can find a wolf and a bat.”

Chapter Two

Being in a forest after dark was dangerous for anyone, and the chill of fear trickled down her body. Although she was a witch, her powers had been greatly exaggerated by the media. In all reality, a witch couldn’t snap their fingers to make stuff happen, and without potions and spell ceremonies, they were rather useless. In a state of panic, they could make some magic happen, but it was highly unreliable, like flickering lights or switching channels on the TV.

She turned the flashlight on and stepped deeper into the dark forest. It would have been smart had she taken off her stiletto boots, Gretchen realized with a frustrated sigh, as her heels started sinking into the muddy soil.

Crack!

The sudden sound made her spin around, and she tightened her grip on the kitchen knife that was her only weapon.

The sound turned out to be nothing and she breathed a sigh of relief. Continuing deeper into the woods, a profound panic licked at her, and she felt a bone chilling fear as if her skin was on fire but her insides were turning into ice.

Whooo ooh! Whoo ooh!

She jumped, dropping the flashlight and knife on the soft ground. Her hands flew to her speeding heart. She started feeling light-headed and stars danced before her eyes. Then, when the realization hit her, Gretchen laughed. It was just an owl. Feeling like a skittish idiot, she picked up what she dropped and continued walking. How was she to get her hands on a wolf and a bat if every noise she heard gave her a panic attack? She was acting crazy!

I’m strong.

I’m brave.

I’m fearless.

Okay, so none of that was true, but she needed the pep talk to continue on her journey.

When Gretchen was deep enough in the forest, she pulled the spray bottle out of her pocket. It was a potion with a scent designed to attract wolves. She sprayed the air with the hypnotic perfume and then waited. Gretchen turned in a circle, waiting for a wolf to appear, hoping only one would come. She feared what would happen if she came face-to-face with an entire pack.

It felt like hours in that dark, thick forest, but her flashlight finally stumbled across what she needed. She stopped, staring wide-eyed. About ten feet in front of her appeared a wolf.

It was beautiful, with a chest as white as pure snow, and his back glistened in light grey. Its icy blue eyes eyed her curiously. A growl pierced the night’s silence as the wolf caught sight of the knife in her hand. Could it be that it sensed danger from the weapon?

Her first instinct was to run away but she couldn’t do that. She was starting to hate herself for ever casting that love spell. The spell that turned all her male co-workers into stalkers. The spell that made married fathers pick up their children from her class and gaze at her lustfully, announcing that they will leave their wives for her. The worst part was a phone call she received one afternoon from a heartbroken wife, who informed Gretchen that her child will not be coming to school the next day because her husband was leaving her for some other woman. She couldn’t do that to anyone. That spell was starting to ruin her life and everybody else’s too.