Myths and Gargoyles by Jamie Hawke (interesting books to read in english txt) 📕

“Fuck it, right? The wards might hold. They should, and we can be fast.”

Again, the shooting warning, this time so hard it was painful.

Fatiha appeared at the doorway, clearly expecting to find us exactly like this, and motioned. “No time for that. They’re breaking through.”

“How long have they been attacking?” Ebrill asked.

“First strike.”

We all shared a look of horror. Then Ebrill and I were up and dressing before running to follow Fatiha to the rooftop. Halfway there, however, the house shook as explosions sounded, and a wall in the room visible down the hall and to the right suddenly crumbled.

“Shit,” I shouted, motioning them away from that direction.

“Kordelia,” Ebrill said, pulling my arm back. “We can’t leave her up there, we can’t just…”

“We won’t,” I said, and shouted for Fatiha, who was already moving. “We need to go to the rooftop. Defend from there.”

“It’s too exposed!” she countered.

“We have no choice.”

She saw the determination in our eyes, grunted, and motioned for us to follow her to the roof.

85

“Do what you did before,” Fatiha said, leading us up.

I paused, though, hand on the wall. “Why do I need to go to the roof to do it?”

She blinked, then nodded. “You can do it from here?”

“More than likely.” I glanced over at Ebrill, who was eyeing me with interest. The words I was about to say could be taken wrong, but I was starting to feel comfortable enough around her that I didn’t have a problem telling her what I was thinking. “Before, when you were close, my powers seemed to surge. Especially when you kissed my cheek.”

“You want me to kiss your cheek before you start?” Ebrill smirked. “I can do that.”

With a purse of my lips, I shook my head. “Maybe we should head back to the room.”

“Jericho!” Fatiha chided, folding her arms. “We’re under attack, I hope you aren’t using this as an opportunity to… well, you know.”

I shook my head, all business. “As dumb as it sounds… I felt a difference.”

“Maybe because of my magical past,” Ebrill offered. She was already walking with me, taking my hand in the process to pull me along. The energy soared, and I gave Fatiha a look of excitement. To my surprise, she appeared bothered. Jealous?

Whatever it was, the moment passed, and she called after us, “I’ll just be… hoping it all works out okay. From the… where should I go?”

“With us,” I said over my shoulder.

Ebrill stopped and turned to me. “Wait, you really are serious. Because I’m pretty sure her being in the room will keep us… at least partially decent.”

I nodded, then started walking again as Fatiha caught up. As much as I would have loved to continue what Ebrill and I had started, this was clearly not the time. That said, her little assumption that we couldn’t do much with Fatiha in the room made my mind wander… and fill with images of the two of us fucking like rabbits while the older woman watched. Fatiha wasn’t so old, anyway. Much older than me, sure, but even with her silver hair, I could easily see her hanging out with my mom, sipping wine and being all proper. If my mom had been into that sort of thing, anyway.

Still, I glanced over at Fatiha and the thought of it gave me the tingles. She was beautiful, in an older, elegant way. When she saw me looking, her eyes narrowed—not in a frown, but in a playful, curious way.

Explosions from outside, along with the walls shaking, reminded me why this wasn’t the time for such thoughts.

I turned back to the door, which we had reached, and held it open for the ladies. As soon as we were in, swirling darkness visible outside the window, Ebrill wasted no time wrapping her arms around me.

“Would it help if she tried, too?” Ebrill asked, glancing over at Fatiha, who had been about to sit but froze mid-way.

My mind instantly went to thoughts of this being a trap, but when she motioned Fatiha over and the older woman didn’t fight it, instead embracing me from the opposite side of Ebrill, I blinked, blood rushing to my groin.

“This will be less awkward if we lie down,” I said, and moved for the bed, quickly tucking my rising erection under my waistband so it wouldn’t be noticeable.

“Less awkward?” Fatiha asked, but she shared a look of curiosity with Ebrill, and then they both joined me.

“Maybe skin on skin would help,” Ebrill offered. I thought they were teasing me. But their hands moved under my shirt and found my chest.

“It’s imperative you find that Liahona,” Fatiha said, her mouth next to my ear. “You’ll need it to wake Kordelia, and I don’t think this house can take much more.”

Ebrill seemed less certain, but said, “Fight them off, make sure we’re safe, then… we try. Go to the dream, do whatever you can—I think that’s the answer.”

With a nod, I lay back, closed my eyes, and focused.

One might think two women lying in bed with their hands on my chest, one moving slowly toward my abs, would be distracting. Instead, this was what somehow fueled my power, unleashing floodgates of energy that I pushed into my transmutation magic.

As I started to merge with the house, one of their hands moved south, causing a jolt of energy to run through me. Then the fingers were on my shaft, a moment later gripping my stiffening cock, and I was gone.

Again, I was the house.

Not sure why this intimate act amped up my power, but fully embracing it, I let my consciousness loose to run through the house freely. The attack was indeed at the next level, confirming what Fatiha had said. If we didn’t end this soon, we could be in serious trouble. As witches and demons attacked the house with spells and some dug in, searching for other ways, something long and monstrous moved in the darkness, surrounding the house like a serpent of the night.

While they weren’t