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

still… me. What’s this got to do with where I’m going? Are you going to clue me in now?”

“Right.” Elisa grinned, motioning to his shirt. “You’re going to infiltrate the witches’ coven. You wear this when you go there, even under your other clothes.

He frowned, totally confused, but nodded.

I had to admit—if I’d not recently found the most amazing life ever for myself, I might have been jealous. It sounded like he was basically about to live the much darker version of every ‘boy goes to witch school’ story ever told. A very dark version, where he had to scrape his face with thorns whenever he wanted to be sure to break a curse, it seemed.

“Why not always keep the shirt on?” I asked. “For him, I mean.”

“All the sex, for one,” she replied, as if that was obvious.

He stared, glanced down at the shirt, and seemed to like it that much more already.

“Sorry, the…?” I started.

“Yeah, of course. He’s going to find his coven. Not all are like this, but yeah, you’re going to have to get into some very sexual, very dark rituals that are going to push you to your very limits. You know, sexual limits. Oh, is that—sorry, I didn’t even think about it. Will that be a problem, Chris?”

Chris shook his head vigorously.

“Good, it’s settled.”

“And my shirt?” I asked.

“You don’t have to wear it now,” Elisa said. “But when the shadows are strong, the wolf coming out, or you anticipate going up directly against Shades? That’d be the time.”

“Got it.” I glanced down at in my hands, frowning. “And until then?”

She laughed. “The advantage of magical shirts. Just fold it up.”

I scrunched my nose, knowing this was going to hurt, and fucking A it did. Each fold tore at my fingers and hands, but soon I had it in a smaller square than I would’ve thought possible, and it took on the look of a pocket square. I fit it into the back pocket of my jeans, and was ready to go. Just as the wounds had healed on Chris though, so too, did those on my hands.

“The price,” I said, looking them over.

“A small blip on the larger pain scale of life,” Elisa said with a grin, holding up her own hands to show the scars. “Not all magic prices are temporary.”

We nodded, accepting that lesson, and after a moment Chris asked, “When do I, er, go off to this wizarding school?”

“Wizarding school?” Elisa said with a laugh, then thought about it. “Actually, in a way you will be a wizard, won’t you? I mean, they’ll think of you as a warlock, but since you’ll really be on our team—and that better not change—you’ll be a wizard. Interesting.”

“And badass as fuck,” Chris said, but cringed. “Ooh, sorry.”

“The language?” Elisa laughed. “Dear, in my time I’ve heard much worse, trust me. Come, keep your gifts hidden—yes, even from Hekate, Chris. Until you have no doubts, don’t trust anyone with absolute one hundred percent certainty… and maybe not even then.”

“Understood.”

“Now, Jack, we have business to attend to before we leave. Need to check our weapons and all that.”

I started to protest that I knew for a fact Excalibur was fine and ready to go, until I noticed her wink and a quick glance at my crotch.

“And Chris?” I asked.

“I think he and Mowgli should talk before we head out. We’ll meet back up when the portal’s ready.”

Chris gave me a nod and a knowing smile, then jogged off to find Mowgli.

“All that planning and myth lore talk,” she said, stepping close to me and running her hand along my abs, around to my back. She reached down and grabbed my ass so that my hips were pressed against her. “It works up an appetite.”

“We’ll have to make sure you’re fed properly,” I said, feeling like such an idiot. This kind of sexy talk thing was not in my comfort zone in the slightest.

Her smile showed she didn’t care, and with a deep breath she turned, grabbing me by the belt and leading me through the halls.

When we found Red and Pucky playing cards, she motioned for them to come along, and both followed, excitedly.

“Get Sharon,” Elisa said, stopping at some double doors.

“Are you sure?” Pucky asked.

“I’m not—” Red started, but Elisa grabbed my crotch and kissed my neck before saying, “Don’t be a dick, Red. Just bring her.”

Elisa opened the doors and led me in, the other two still lingering behind.

“I don’t want to make Red feel uncomfortable,” I whispered.

“She’ll be into it. Trust me.”

“Yeah, but…” I really had nothing to add, and so far every time this woman said to trust her, it had worked out for the best.

A glance around and I saw that she’d led me to a room that was decorated in Elisa’s familiar taste but with the added dash of a Moroccan theme. Silk sheets hung from the ceiling and surrounded beds full of cushions, but everything was white like the swans.

“This is necessary,” Elisa said, “for all of us.”

Red entered next, still looking hesitant, and then Pucky with Sharon. The latter froze, seeing what was happening, and bit her lip.

“Necessary?” Red asked, a glare directed toward Sharon.

“Could be the last time for a while,” Elisa said. “Who knows what could happen.”

She was the first to remove her clothes, stepping away to give me a show as she dropped them to the floor and turned to me, hands outstretched. I walked toward her, taking her hands and kissing them, moving along her left arm to her breasts. Sometimes perky works for my mood, and right then they were perfect. My hands moved to caress her, feel her nipples between my fingers as I stood to kiss her. Our tongues met as I felt another mouth kissing my neck and, judging by what felt like a horn on the back of my head, it was Pucky. Hands were working my clothes, and I glanced down to see my erect cock emerge for