Claimed by the Coven
Ebook editions (PDF, EPUB, and MOBI) of Hulderotica #2: Claimed by the Coven, by Kaya Skovdatter.
Once home to Marrowmont’s most storied coven, few dare venture across Harrow House’s threshold. But those whispered tales of debauchery make it ideal for an adventurous poly quad looking for somewhere exciting to get hot and heavy. Besides, they’re just stories, right? Or so Nyah, Leo, Cristián, and Catalina tell themselves, figuring either way it’ll be a night to remember. And it will. Because Harrow House isn’t as dead as it appears, and both the house and what lingers in it have been hungry for a very long time...
5700 Words. Standalone.
Ebook editions (PDF, EPUB, and MOBI) of Hulderotica #2: Claimed by the Coven, by Kaya Skovdatter.
Once home to Marrowmont’s most storied coven, few dare venture across Harrow House’s threshold. But those whispered tales of debauchery make it ideal for an adventurous poly quad looking for somewhere exciting to get hot and heavy. Besides, they’re just stories, right? Or so Nyah, Leo, Cristián, and Catalina tell themselves, figuring either way it’ll be a night to remember. And it will. Because Harrow House isn’t as dead as it appears, and both the house and what lingers in it have been hungry for a very long time...
5700 Words. Standalone.
Ebook editions (PDF, EPUB, and MOBI) of Hulderotica #2: Claimed by the Coven, by Kaya Skovdatter.
Once home to Marrowmont’s most storied coven, few dare venture across Harrow House’s threshold. But those whispered tales of debauchery make it ideal for an adventurous poly quad looking for somewhere exciting to get hot and heavy. Besides, they’re just stories, right? Or so Nyah, Leo, Cristián, and Catalina tell themselves, figuring either way it’ll be a night to remember. And it will. Because Harrow House isn’t as dead as it appears, and both the house and what lingers in it have been hungry for a very long time...
5700 Words. Standalone.
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“This sucks,” said Nyah, breath huffing in the air in front of the long abandoned Harrow House as the four of them headed up the ruined path. The dilapidated mansion’s wood creaked with rot and disuse. “We should have just gone down to the pool hall.”
“It’s not all that sucks,” said Leo, coming up to wrap his warm brown arms round her stomach from behind. His skin almost shining in the pale moon’s light, set against the definition of her mahogany abs.
“Fuck you,” said Nyah, waving him off.
“Say the word,” Leo whispered in her ear, setting the hairs on the back of her neck on end.
“Don’t rev him up,” called Cristián from behind them, his skin shining nearly bone-pale, enough glitter on his bare arms to wake the dead. Catalina walking quiet beside him, hands dug deep in the pocket of Cristián’s borrowed leather jacket. The autumn weather already bitter in the late October night. Easily ten degrees colder still, according to the goosebumps on Catalina’s dusky wrists peeking out the jacket’s sleeves as they approached the house that had once been home to Marrowmont’s most notorious coven. It had been Cristián’s bright idea to go hook up in the local “haunted house” instead of heading out to hustle poolhall drunks. His choice looking like less of a fun night out with every step.
“The problem is he never needs revving,” said Nyah, punching Leo’s shoulder hard enough to make him wince.
“Hey, I’d happily fuck you right now. If I weren’t afraid of getting squashed between those thunder thighs.”
“Like you wouldn’t die happy.”
“Damn straight I would,” he grinned.
“What you get for dating a gymnast,” teased Nyah. And rubbed her ass against his already hard cock through his pants before dancing away, leaving Leo to dart after her. They stopped on the porch. “You coming?” Nyah called back to the others.
“I don’t know,” said Cristián to Catalina, rubbing his shoulder against hers with a twinkle in his eye. “We coming tonight?”
