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Sometimes the way he looks at me tells me he is, when he stares openly at me in a way that’s more than just lust and desire, but some kind of hunger for my heart, my soul, for all of me. Then there’s the way he acts around me, the sweetness that often catches me off-guard and hits me right in the center of my bones.
That warm softness spreads from my head and down the rest of my body and I feel the urge to fall into his arms and give in to it, just succumb to his strength, let it wrap me up in golden chains.
There is destiny in the works, Ichabod, something bigger and greater than you’ll ever be witness to. Katrina Van Tassel belongs to Brom Bones—it is written in the stars, scored in the earth, burned in the ashes, and the more you get involved, the more your life will be at stake.”
Crane looks like a God. Perhaps a fallen one at the moment, but still a fucking God.
“Can I be your savior?” he murmurs, running the tip of his nose over mine.
“God, you’re handsome when you’re beneath me,” he says in a throaty, lust-choked voice that makes my blood run even hotter. “I’m going to have to keep you for life.”
“I want you for myself, Brom,” Crane says softly, his grey eyes flitting over my lips, my nose my brows. “I want you for myself and I want Kat for myself and I’m not sure I want you to have each other.”
I’m about to throw my arms around him, kiss him on the cheek, but I remember where we are and the roles we have to play. He is the teacher, I am the student. Nothing more.
I fucked him, he says, and the sound of that in my head makes me swallow hard. “How?” The corner of his mouth lifts. I got him naked first. Then had him in chains, around his ankles and his wrists. The chains at his ankles were pulled to keep his legs apart as I bent him over the bed. He offered his ass up to me like a gift, Kat. You should have seen it.
Is this making you jealous or turning you on? “Both,” I whisper. Do you want me to tell you exactly what it’s like to fuck Brom Bones?
Then put your hand down your skirt and start playing with yourself. I already know just how swollen and wet you already are.
And to my delight he was wet, his seed already leaking from the tip. I did him another favor by spreading it down his length, then I let go and he let out a desperate cry in return, the kind you feel in your bones. Those cries, they are music to my ears. So I took my sticky hand and spread his cheeks apart. Took a look at that pretty asshole.
Good girl, he says. You are such a good girl, my vlinder.
You know what happens when someone comes when you’re deep inside them? Crane rasps. Their whole body constricts. All of it. I couldn’t wait a moment longer, I reached down and found Brom’s heavy, hot cock and I started stroking it. He couldn’t hold back. He came immediately, shooting his thick, hot seed onto the bed, his body squeezing my own cock until…until…
I don’t care what I just told you about Brom, he says inside my head, his hand still over my mouth. But you belong with me, sweet witch. You belong with me.
We can’t stay away from each other, even in public. Our bodies, our energy, will always be tethered to each other in this way.
“My beautiful, sweet Kat,” he whispers to me, his eyes wild and burning as they gaze deep into mine. “You are an obsession that borders psychosis.”
already did. Soon as I figured what the coven’s plan might be. Only in a witch’s text would this be found. The rest of the world doesn’t want the woman to have that sort of power.”
“I mean everything, daffy,” he says and my heart trips over my nickname. “When I first came back to Sleepy Hollow, you looked at me like I was your world. Now you look at me and all I see is fear.”
“Honey, I wouldn’t do anything to hurt you, not unless you wanted it.” “Honey?” I repeat. Since when has he ever used that word for me before? “I’m not your honey, Brom. You know we shouldn’t even be this close, nor should we be alone.”
“Do you promise to take care of me?” “Of course I’ll take care of you,” I say imploringly. “I’ll be your husband. That’s what husbands do. They take care of their wives.” “And you’ll protect me?” I put my arm around her and hold her to me and her hair smells like meadow flowers. “I will always protect you, Kat.”
She just smiles at me and looks away, picking up another stone from beside her and throwing it into the creek, like nothing happened. How can that be? My whole world feels like it’s been turned upside down.
I stand there and I suddenly think, these aren’t my parents. These aren’t my parents! They are just people pretending to be my parents.
Everything here is built on bones, she says inside my head. Save yourself.
“What a strange thing it is to cry,” I mutter, watching as a teardrop falls from my face and down to the ground between us. “What a strange thing to have our hearts bleed in this way that it comes out from our eyes.”
“I will keep you safe the entire time, vlinder. No harm will come to you. I will die before anyone hurts you.” “And I would kill anyone who did the same,” Brom says, and I’m captured by his dark gaze.
“But do you want to make her come first, or should I?” Brom meets his eyes, glaring at him. “What do you think?” Crane grabs him by the back of the neck, bringing his face close to his own, his mouth twisted in a sneer. “I think that’s the last time I give you an option.”
Will he ravage me the same way he kisses me? Will he devour me with his dark energy?
“I thought about this moment,” comes Crane’s voice, sounding faraway. “I thought it would eat me alive with jealousy to see him between your legs. And it does make me jealous. I just didn’t know how badly it would affect me.” I hear Crane let out a slow, shaking breath. “I want the both of you so much that I can hardly stand it.”
“I’m your god, Kat, don’t you forget it,” Crane murmurs, taking my lobe between his teeth and giving it a sharp tug. “I’m your god and he’s your devil.”
“I love you, Kat,” Crane goes on, impassioned. “And I love him. I love both of you, want both of you, need both of you. I think I’ll die otherwise.”
You are such dark and vibrant creatures; a fallen angel, a risen devil, coming together as one and belonging to me, only me, your god.”
“You belong to me in heart, body, and soul now. Together, just like this,” Crane says before breaking off into a low, shuddering groan. “Oh, you are mine. There’s no room for anyone else but us.” He gives my rear another hard smack. “I’m going to come. You better come too. Give me one more, sweet witch, one more.”
In this moment I am no longer a witch. I am a goddess. And I’m being consumed by two dark gods.
In the darkness, I will do thou bidding. In the darkness, I will wait. For you to awake. To let me in. Use me, Abraham Van Brunt. Let me rule you. Let me be your power. You never have to feel alone again.
“Yes,” he answers dourly. “She belongs to me. The possession I feel for her isn’t something to be trifled with. It’s consuming.”
“Are you sure you’re not in love with me, pretty boy?” But before I can say anything he kisses me so deeply that I feel it in my soul. And my soul starts to burn.
“You’re…” Ray begins, and I don’t have the strength to look at him. “You’re a demon.” “I’m not a demon,” I whisper to him, running my fingers down Marie’s lifeless arm. “I’m just damned.”
“That’s right, pretty boy,” I whisper, my voice choked. “Fuck me like it’s our last night together. Make us come.”
“Love is involuntary,” he says, his voice quiet and harsh. “I love you, Ichabod Crane. I love you against my own will.”
I love you because that’s just how it is. It’s as automatic as taking my next breath.”
“We’re getting our man back,” he says to me with pure determination.
That’s it. Good girl, he whispers. I’m going to push inside you now, okay? I’m not going to come. We’re going to act this out, but I’m not coming. Don’t worry.
Brom can control the horseman. Brom is the horseman.
Brom, I say inside his head. I know you did a brave and noble thing back there, I know sacrifice was always on your mind, but this isn’t where your story ends. You story begins here. It begins with a life with us.
“I’m absolutely free,” he says, leaning his head against my shoulder briefly and I have to fight the strong urge to reach down and kiss him. “But I’ll tell you what, the minute we get out of here, we’re going straight to New York City and we’re getting the biggest fucking bed we’ve ever seen. And you’re not going to care if I get crumbs all over it. Got it?”
“Farewell to Sleepy Hollow,” Kat says. “May you never look back.”
“Oh, you,” Famke chides him. “Bristling with jealousy because your best friend is marrying your wife.” Crane laughs. “Well, when you put it that way.”
“I’m going to fuck his cock inside you,” Crane says hoarsely. “Something I’ve always wanted to do. I want to spill my seed at the same time he spills his, I want it to mix together, messy and ours.”
And as always, when I let go, I find myself coming alive.
