Curtis shivered, and Anders moaned into the young man’s mouth. The kiss broke, and Anders slid a hand between Curtis’s legs, cupping his cock and balls through the khakis.
“See? It’s all good.” The demon smiled.
Curtis turned his head, and I kissed him, sliding my tongue into his mouth while I moved my hands across the front of his pants. Anders’s fingers traced up from Curtis’s stomach to his nipples, which he gently pinched. Curtis groaned into my mouth, and I undid his belt.
Anders dipped to Curtis’s neck and sucked while I loosened Curtis’s button and zipper. The demon took Curtis’s mouth to his own again while I slid slowly down, kissing the back of Curtis’s neck, between his shoulders, and the curve of his spine. When I tugged the khakis off his slender hips, his whole body shivered, and I kissed the small of his back. After he stepped out of his pants awkwardly, I curled my fingers into the waistband of his boxers and slid them down slowly, letting my tongue trace the slight downy hair that slid between his cheeks.
Curtis moaned again, and Anders broke the kiss with a chuckle, then sank to his knees and took Curtis’s cock into his mouth.
Curtis gasped.
I smiled and pressed my tongue between Curtis’s firm cheeks. While Anders surrounded the young man’s cock with his hot mouth, my cooler tongue flicked at Curtis’s hole.
“Oh God,” Curtis said. His hands gripped tight in Anders’s dark curled hair. His back arched, and I gripped his thighs, my fingers lacing with Anders’s.
Anders let Curtis’s cock out of his mouth, and rose again. Curtis fumbled with the button and zipper of Anders’s jeans, distracted by my darting tongue, and Anders stepped out of his jeans—he was going commando, of course—and his thick, uncut cock rose, already stiff. Curtis reached out, not hesitant any longer, and took Anders’s cock in one hand.
“Mmm,” Anders murmured. He leaned into Curtis’s ear. “Put it in your mouth,” he whispered.
As Curtis sank to his knees, I rose and undid my belt, stepping out of pants and underwear both. I stepped around Curtis to stand beside Anders, my own cock hard before me. Anders put an arm around me and tugged me in for a brief but forceful kiss as Curtis began to lick at the hooded tip of his cock.
“This,” Anders growled in my ear, “is my kind of truce.”
I laughed, then felt warmth on my cock as Curtis released Anders’s cock and took mine into his mouth. I leaned my head back, enjoying the heat of the young man’s mouth and the motion of his tongue as he pressed and massaged the underside of my dick.
“Bed,” Anders said, and reached down and pulled Curtis to his feet. He all but pushed Curtis onto the bed, where he fell backward with a little laugh. Anders climbed over him, and I slid onto the bed beside the two. The demon ground his crotch into Curtis’s and covered his mouth with a rough, possessive kiss. When they broke, I slid closer and kissed Curtis myself, gentler, but keeping my eyes open, locked on his. Curtis shivered as my tongue explored his mouth while Anders pressed his strong hairy body against him.
Anders slid to the other side of Curtis, and while I kissed the young man, Anders slid down the bed, taking his turn at the young man’s lovely ass. The demon’s tongue was hotter than mine, and I felt Curtis jerk as Anders began licking.
I reversed my position and took Curtis’s cock into my mouth. I felt him take mine into his. I took him deeply into my mouth, until I could feel hair against my nose and chin, and he groaned around my cock. There were benefits to needing no breath. I took the length of him into my throat and felt the strong pulse in his thigh against my cheek. My fangs quivered, and I had to pull back or I would have bitten him. As his cock slid from my mouth, I saw that Anders had replaced his tongue with a finger and was gentling himself into Curtis’s warmth.
He met my gaze and winked. I smiled, showing some fang. Anders’s eyes had darkened, barely noticeable in the glow of the five candles. They would soon blacken completely, and he wouldn’t be able to control himself much longer after that. I could already see a slight distortion in the air, like heat over concrete, as the incubus began to draw lightly on our prey’s very essence.
I shifted again, letting my cock come free from Curtis’s mouth, and once again lay face-to-face with the young man.
“Anders wants to fuck you now,” I said, and licked at his neck and ear. The scent of the young man, fresh and clean, was driving me closer to the edge. My cock was rigid, and my fangs were slipping further from my gums.
“Yes,” Curtis hissed, and Anders needed no more than that. Anders rolled onto his back, thick cock standing at attention, unsheathed from its foreskin. Curtis reached past me, into the bedside table, and tugged the drawer open with a jerk. Removing a condom and lube, he rolled onto his other side and tore the package open, then rolled the condom onto Anders’s throbbing cock. Anders put his arms behind his neck, flexing chest and biceps, and smiled at Curtis, eyelids low.
Curtis’s whole body shivered. I slid behind him, pressing my cock against his thigh. “Lie down on me,” I said, and gently took his shoulders, drawing him on top of me, our cocks touching, his warm chest against mine. I kissed him again and felt Anders work some of the lube into Curtis.
The weight of Anders pressed against us a moment later, and Curtis pulled out of our kiss to crane his neck back. His eyes were closed, and his neck was right before my face, veins protruding. The orange crystal Curtis wore on his neck winked in the candlelight, dangling between us. I felt my fangs extend completely.
Curtis flinched as Anders pushed into him, and Anders whispered into the young man’s ear. “Good, that’s good…Relax…Good boy.”
Curtis winced once, then twice, then nodded. “Okay. God…Okay.”
I leaned up, and licked the young man’s neck. His cock throbbed against mine.
Anders pulled back, then moved forward again, sinking deeper into Curtis. Curtis groaned, and Anders let out a long, low, growl. “Fuck…” The demon breathed the word, guttural.
Curtis pushed back toward Anders, wanting more of him, and slid his cock against mine. The friction was fantastic, and I dug my fingers into the young man’s ass, pulling his cheeks apart for Anders while Anders braced his thick arms beside us.
The demon met my gaze over Curtis’s shoulder. My lips were pressed against the young man’s neck. Anders’s eyes were a midnight black. He nodded.
I winked.
Anders began to fuck Curtis in earnest, with thrusts that ground the young man into me and made him yelp and writhe in pleasure. I nibbled, licked, and sucked at his neck, feeling the hot pulse beneath my tongue. A little longer. I needed to wait just a little longer…
Curtis braced himself between us, his hands fisted in the sheets, and when I felt his orgasm arrive and the first hot jet of his cum spattered between our stomachs, Anders roared, and I sank my teeth into his neck.
“Necto!”
Curtis yelled.
Even as the hot salty taste of his blood filled my mouth, I realized something was wrong. I felt my own release, my own explosion joining his, and could feel Anders jerking above us both as he came inside the young man. I arched my back as I hit my peak, swallowed one delicious mouthful of the young man’s blood—it was so potent, so charged with life!—and then felt numbing coils of magic wrap around my limbs and hold me still.
Anders’s low groan let me know I was not alone. My teeth retracted, and Curtis heaved himself hard to one side, toppling Anders over to the other side of the bed. Curtis yelped as Anders’s cock slipped free, and put a hand to the puncture wounds on his neck that I had made.
“Wow,” he said, then winced at his neck. Curtis closed his eyes and ran a finger over the wound.
“Curatio,”
he murmured, and the twin punctures scabbed before my eyes.
“Mage.” I forced the word through lips mostly numb and immobile. I was bound. It was a good spell, a strong one. Too late, things I should have noticed made sense. Curtis’s strong will, not affected by our glamour—a protection spell? The five candles—points of the pentagram centered around the bed, ready to bind a vampire and an incubus. His scent and his blood—overflowing with life. Even the necklace he wore—a carnelian, a crystal that made its wearer more alluring. It was all magic.
Curtis nodded. “Yes.” He knelt between Anders and me, regarding us.
“Release me,” Anders said, fury fueling his voice through the binding.
“Not yet, not till you hear me out,” Curtis said, and raised one hand.
Anders’s snarl was not particularly agreeable, but Curtis continued anyway.
“You’re a vampire,” Curtis said to me, then turned to Anders, “and you’re a demon. Incubus, I think. You’re both alone, otherwise you’d be with your fellows.” He paused, looking at me. “I’m guessing your maker didn’t intend to make you, and didn’t present you to the others.” He looked at Anders. “And incubi are supposed to seduce women, so they probably just threw you out on principle.”
Both Anders and I went silent. Curtis looked down, sadness in his eyes.
The last piece clicked into place.
“Orphan,” I managed to say. Curtis was a wizard born not to the magical families that ruled from the shadows. Orphans just happened, young men and women not raised to know magic was a real force.
“The magic came when I was seventeen,” Curtis confirmed. “The other wizards showed up when I was eighteen. I had no idea what I was doing, what the rules were, none of it.”
“They killed your family,” I guessed. The more upset he became, the looser the binding. My lips tingled.
Curtis nodded. “Orphaned in both senses of the word. I’m not allowed to practice magic unless I find a family willing to adopt me.” Anger flared in his eyes. “As though I would go to them after they killed my parents.”
Anders shifted slightly. The binding was weakening. I felt my fingers twitch.
Curtis looked up. “The rules. I didn’t know the rules. But I’ve learned them since, and do you know what rules we all have in common?”
“Vengeance?” Anders suggested, fury still writhing in his voice.
Curtis glanced at the powerful demon, then shook his head. “No. I understand if you want to just kill me. The binding won’t last forever. But I’m talking about the law of three.”
I frowned. “That which you do comes back by three?” My feet moved. I needed to keep our prey talking. If I could free myself…
Curtis blinked at me, then shook his head. “No, not the rule of three, the law of three. I’m not surprised you don’t know it.” He leaned forward, placing his left hand on my chest, his right on Anders’s. “Three wizards make a family. Three vampires make a coterie. Three demons make a clan. Three of us—
of
any of us
—is enough to be protected under their own laws.”
“So?” Anders snapped. “You’re not a demon, I’m not a vampire, and he’s not a wizard.” He managed to lift one arm from the bed, muscles straining across his chest and shoulder, but then fell back against the duvet again.
“Doesn’t matter,” Curtis said, speaking quicker now. His hands had started moving in slow circles on our skin. “If the three of us form a group, it’s the same thing. We’re three.
Three
. Not one, not alone. Think about it.” Curtis turned to me, voice racing. “If you’re part of a coterie, the other vampires can’t force you. Their dominance won’t work. You wouldn’t have to hide. No more hunting three nights of the month and living off rats and dogs and cats or whatever.” He looked at Anders. “You wouldn’t have to deny yourself most of the time. You wouldn’t be prey to the other clans, their own laws would bind them from slaughtering you just as a diversion. You could fuck all month, sate yourself on souls, stay strong.” Curtis smiled wryly. “Strong enough to beat a basic binding, if you had enough.” He leaned back, removing his hands.
Anders fell silent. He turned his head to look at me, eyes black with need.
I looked back, the binding loose enough now to let me tilt my own head. My fangs slid free.
“Either way,” Curtis said. “I’m done. I’m exhausted. I can’t have the magic and not use it, it’s killing me. And I can’t find another way out of this. So I’m going to release the binding. If you want to, tear my throat out, fuck me senseless…I don’t care anymore.”
Curtis snapped his fingers and released the spell.
*
“Two gin and tonics,” I ordered.
The bartender turned, met my gaze, and shivered. He was shirtless again, and just as intriguing. I let my glamour cross the air between us like an autumn breeze. He nodded. “Two G and T’s.” It took him a moment to move, then he seemed to come back to himself and poured the two drinks, trying not to be obvious about glancing my way from the corner of his eyes. His confusion was palpable, the scent of arousal a delight in the air I pulled into my lungs.
I smiled as he handed me the drinks, and paid with a generous tip. He nodded and tucked the change into the front pocket of his jeans. He watched me walk away, carrying the drinks.
Anders and Curtis sat at the small table—our table—and took the glasses.
“You’re not having anything?” Anders asked.
“I think he’s having the bartender,” Curtis said. I winked at him.
We waited, tense. It was not a full moon. In the past month, we’d done everything we’d needed to do, according to Curtis’s research. I’d shared blood with them. Curtis had taken us through a magical rite. We’d spent a very athletic evening “bonding” with Anders as well—no surprise that incubus demons joined with sex. If Curtis was right, we’d know soon enough. If he was wrong…