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“I grew up hearing that sodomy was a sin,” he muses, his fingers tracing shapes on my skin. “The problem is, I’m so good at sinning.” I can hear him smile. “It took time to dissect what it all meant. My attraction to men being on the same level as my attraction to women. It can be terrifying living in a world that is primed to not accept who you truly are. Isn’t it?”
“I want you to sin with me,” he whispers, his voice raw with desire. My cock immediately hardens. Yes. Yes, I will sin with you, sir. His grip on my neck tightens and he pulls me back down into the bed.
“I’ve had more time to adjust to the idea of you and Kat together than you’ve had adjusting to the idea of her and I together. But make no mistake about it, pretty boy, that witch is mine.”
“Go to hell,” he wheezes. “And join you there? Don’t mind if I do.”
After a life of loss and secrets, I’m choosing to be wicked. And, my lord, it feels impossibly good.
“You can look at him all you want,” Crane rasps between my thighs, his lips brushing over where I’m aching and wet, “so as long as you remember you’re mine to taste and touch and fuck.”
“I can still taste your cum inside her, pretty boy,” he comments, his voice tight. “I hate to admit it, but I like the flavor of you mixed together.”
“She is mine,” the Horseman rasps at me, his voice sounding like rusty metal, his breath smelling of rotting meat. “She has been promised to me through the ages. You will not stand in our way.”
And can I fall in love with Crane if I still love Brom? Can I fall back in love with Brom if I’m in love with Crane? Can I love both men? Will they let me?
Turns out I only like being called a whore when Brom says it.
“You deserve my ruler on your pretty pink cunt, that’s what you deserve,” he murmurs, his eyes darkening. “Spanking you until you come so hard you’re spraying me with it.”
In my head, I see the same thing come to life. A dark spiral cathedral shrouded by fog, a fire burning it up from the inside, and the two men falling through the air are me and Brom. We land in the mud, stagger to our feet and though we try to run away from the burning church, we can’t. That constricting feeling around my ribs deepens and, in the vision, it pulls me back to the building. I’m yelling something at Abe, how we can’t leave without…without…
“Oh, I see how it’s going to be now,” I comment, bringing Gunpowder between them. “Leaving the old man in the dust.” Kat and Brom exchange a glance, and she laughs as he bites back a smile. “Try to keep up, Crane,” Brom says as the gates swing open toward us.
In his words, my cunt and my asshole should be clean enough to eat off of.
“Then I shall stick to my original feelings on the matter,” he says. “That we kill them all.” I stare at him, unable to stop from smiling. “You really went from feeling guilty that the horseman was killing people based on your feelings, to just wanting to massacre every witch you see.” He shrugs. “I’m already damned, aren’t I?” He rolls his head to the side to look at me. “I’m serious. Give me the word, Crane, and I’ll get the horseman to do it.”
“I want you to undress me, slowly, using your hands, using your tongue. I want you to take your time. Then I want you to take that oil in the drawer and put it on your cock. Then put it on me. I want you to lie on top of me and fuck me.” He stares at me, his mouth parting and wet. “When you say you want me to fuck you…” “I’m saying come inside me. I submit to you for tonight, Brom. I am yours.”
“Love is involuntary,” he says, his voice quiet and harsh. “I love you, Ichabod Crane. I love you against my own will.”
“One of your…” Crane begins. “Are you Brom’s real mother?” She gives Crane a tired look. “I have had many sons, Mr. Crane.” Then she sighs and gazes at Brom. “And Abraham is my last one.
“I want to father your children,” I tell her. “I want to breed you.”
I smile and press her hands against my lips. “Marry me, Kat.”
I laugh. “After we’re healed, we’re going to get on our horses and ride out of here and never ever return.” “Farewell to Sleepy Hollow,” Kat says. “May you never look back.” And isn’t that a fact.
“Boys,” Kat says loudly. “Let’s not fight over me, we still have a long ways to go.” “Who says we’re fighting over you?” I tell her, trying not to smile. “Perhaps I wanted Crane to marry me.” Crane laughs. “Be careful what you wish for, Brom. If you ever find yourself married to me, just know that I’ll never let you go.”
“I don’t recall you causing me any pain on our wedding day.” He places his hands on my waist. “I figured you were in such shock at having to marry me to begin with, no additional pain was needed. Though I wouldn’t say there wasn’t any pain on our wedding night.”
“Though I suppose soon you shouldn’t be wearing any corsets at all. You have to give the baby space to breathe.”
I’m three months into my pregnancy with Crane’s child, my husband’s child, and in a couple of minutes I’m supposed to meet with the captain of this ship where he will marry me to Brom.
“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.”
“Then by the power vested in me, by the universe, and the Gods unknown, I now pronounce you man and man. You may now kiss the groom.”
But as the boys grew older, we realized they were fraternal twins, and didn’t look as alike as we initially thought. Johnathan was born hours earlier, is taller and leaner, has my grey eyes, the petulant mouth, my thick black hair, and high cheekbones. But Baltus…Baltus was born looking slightly premature, and is the spitting image of Brom. The darkest brown eyes, low thick brows, strong wide jaw, and is built shorter and stockier than Johnathan.
