Chapter Fourteen Bradley Endless
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CHAPTER FOURTEEN
BRADLEY ENDLESS
As Clark and I walked from the faerie entrance back to the estate, I thought of Hecate. The First Witch. The woman who had put me in my cursed state. Made me the dragon that I was. I had not seen her since I was eighteen, and foolish enough to be with her. It had been a long, hot summer after my mother had died.
If you believed my grandfather, which none of us did. We all knew what had really happened. She’d been turned into stone, taken into faerie by Oberon, when the cancer was at its worst. Louisa, Clark, and I had witnessed the faerie king come to take her away. We chose not to tell Emma, not wanting her to get the idea into her head that she could still save Mother.
She had tried once before, and it had ended badly for all of us. But she’d been young, and foolish, and hadn’t known the way that magic worked. I knew better, but it didn’t stop me from using it.
I had made a fortune for myself, pilfering things from faerie, and selling them from EBAY. On one particular trip, as I was coming back to the faerie gate, I had come across a faerie graveyard.
Thinking that there was nothing much dead faeries could do, and knowing they liked to be buried amongst their treasures, I spent a week digging up graves to take their earthly possessions for myself. Our fortune came from my Grandfathers deal with Oberon, and I knew at any minute it could be taken away from us. Which was why I’d stolen from the moment I had first known I was good at crawling into small spaces.
As I made my way back to the gate, with a backpack full of treasures, a woman appeared. I knew the woman. Hecate. How could I not? She had come to my home every week for my entire life to try to ease my mother’s pain.
“What have we here?” she purred, stroking the staff she used to help her summon. “A young Endless, wandering in the woods. Do you have permission to be here, Bradley?”
“I’m here on family business,” I told her.
Hecate laughed. “Oh, my foolish boy. I know that you’re not. I could smell the rot of death on you the minute that you were coming to the gate. Why do you think I’m here? Faerie is my creation, and you have stolen from her.”
I winced. “My family lives at the whims of faerie. I’m just trying to make sure we’re taken care of if something goes wrong.”
“Or at least yourself,” said Hecate, with a glint in her eyes, “give me one good reason why I shouldn’t go to your sister?”
I grinned. “Because I will make it very, very worth your while.”
“How much worth my while?” Hecate asked.
“I’ll have you seeing the gods and the goddesses,” I told her.
“Well, then, come along young man. I’ve got a cabin nearby.” She walked ahead of me, and I followed. I should have left. Left the things that I had stolen, left faerie, and not worried about trying to deal with Hecate.
Except that I was eighteen, I was bruised, and broken, and all I wanted was to feel a warm woman’s body beneath me. I followed the witch into her home, a log cabin in the woods. There was a loft with a bed, and she pulled me up to it.
Laughing, she laid down, and pulled off my shirt. Hecate put her hands on either side of me. “Oh, you Endless boys. You are fine, specimen’s aren’t you?”
I grinned. “You’re not so bad yourself.”
I tore at her dress, revealing white, pert breasts. As I inched the rest of it down her body, she shivered, before I had even done anything yet.
“My turn,” she said with a growl, and she tugged at my pants, pulling them off.
I cradled her in my arms, digging my nails into the skin of her back, as I kissed her. I had had my share of companionship but kissing her was different. They’d all been girls. Privileged girls from the boarding school that I went to, naïve, young, things without a clue what to do with their mouths.
Hecate new.
Hecate had been around for centuries, knew the way of kissing since kissing had first been incepted. Her kisses made me feel that way too. She was in control, I was merely at her whim.
Hecate tossed me onto my back, trialing kisses down my chest. She took my hands in hers, making me massage her breasts. “Harder,” she demanded, “harder.” I massaged, and massaged, playing with her n*****s as I did, my new favorite toy.
“I want your cunt,” I demanded, “I want your cunt now.”
She laughed breathlessly. “Greedy boy! You’re my play thing now.”
She took my hands off, licking one of my fingers before placing them on my side. Then, she took my c**k in her hands. She stroked it, making me feel the tension through my body, until finally, as I was about to release, she pulled her hands away from me with a wicked grin. “No. No, no. No release. Not unless you’re doing it in me.”
“b***h,” I snarled, shooting her an affectionate grin.
“Witch, dear,” she said, “now, do you know what to do with my cunt or am I going to have to show you?”
“Oh no, I know that place,” I said, “it’s my favorite place.” I ran my hands up and down her thighs, then pulled her closer so that she was straddling me. Once she was on top, I stuck first one, then a second finger.
Hecate’s head swayed from my touch, and for a moment, her entire body glowed with a bright, blue, light, as if my fingers were causing her to radiate power. “Oh goddess! Oh goddess! Oh goddess!” she cried out, her cries bouncing off the walls of the cabin.
As she was about to crumple under my touch, I grinned wickedly at her, before I kissed her deeply. “My turn now.”
“Nah---uh,” she swatted my hands away, then slid herself onto my c**k.
She rode, and rode me, until we had no idea where she began, or where I did. We were a mess of panting, sweats, and skin. Like two animals f*****g, with no worry about what was right, or wrong, only doing what came naturally to us. She let out a cry, me a guttural grunt, before finally, the slapping of skin stopped, and we collapsed onto each other.
We stayed, wrapped together in our embrace.
In the morning, I woke to find myself looking at----well, I didn’t know what I was looking at. It seemed as though over night, I had gotten glistening, green, scales on my arms. I realized that I was missing the absence of Hecate’s body wrapped around me.
On my chest, there was a note that said:
Dearest Bradley,
I had a simply wonderful time last night. However, wonderful times doesn’t undo what you’ve done by stealing from those fae graves. See, if you’d bothered to pay attention to a word that your sister says, you would know that when fae are stolen from in death, they come back to reclaim what is theirs. Rather than simply let you get eaten by zombies, I was able to get them back into their graves by agreeing for something else in return. You, eternally cursed, rather than them ripping you from limb to limb and causing a war between the Endless family and faerie.
While you were sleeping, I worked my magic on you, and you are now a attached to a dragon spirit. The dragon will not detach itself from you until you learn to love another person. Once you do, the dragon will leave.
Until then, it will be you and the dragon spirit. Together.
-Hecate
I swore and tossed the note to the ground. I climbed down the ladder of the loft bed and grabbed my clothes. When I went to grab my backpack with my missing things, I found that they were gone.
No.
No.
Everything that I had risked getting, Hecate had taken from me. Worse, I had a curse attached to me now that I would never be able to break. People in my family didn’t have the luxury of falling in love. Especially if they didn’t want to risk the chance of their loved ones getting turned into stone.
That had been my last encounter with Hecate, and after that I hoped that I would never have to see her again. But the witch was coming back into our lives, to rid Ben Taylor of his curse. I had to do whatever it took to keep my family from finding out why she cursed me. Even if it meant seducing that horrible woman again.
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