Beast, Blood, & Soul

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Witch's POV

Steam filled the bathroom as the hot water fogged the glass of the shower. Four hands pressed against the glass as a body was pushed against it while another body thrust from behind.

The witch stared through the glass of the shower and contemplated the feelings coursing through her body. Her tenuous hold on the strands meant that she only felt a portion of what the others were going through, but when all 8 are involved in similar activities, it heightened her own pleasure. Vicariously getting to enjoy what should have been hers all along. Her body, feeling their pleasure, experienced more pleasure of her own.

Her cries of pleasure spurred her partner on, as they thought they were the source of those sounds. She could have cared less about the idiot sharing the shower with her. They were merely a distraction. An easy pawn to hide behind. They were also backup in case the bait didn't do their job and needed to be removed. She had replaced many potentials over the years as each trap failed to live up to expectations. She never knew it would take so many years to finally give birth to the right type of lure.

Everything was falling into place. She felt the strands she was connected to sing and thrum with the passion of those who were now bonded and joined. Her thrill at her success caused her to scream in pleasure, causing her lackluster partner to cum sooner than she needed him to.

She rolled her eyes. What a pathetic lover.

Oh well, she would fake it and keep him deluded. His purpose would be over soon and then what happened to him wouldn't matter. His use would be over.

She finished her shower with the idiot and when they got out, they toweled off and got ready for their day. The sucker kissed her and wished her a good day and she watched him leave her apartment.

She would enjoy killing him when this was over, she smiled at the thought.

She waited a minute to make sure he didn't forget anything and come back and then she turned to her dresser and walked over to open a drawer. She removed a locked box and set it on her dresser. Opening it, she looked at the envelopes inside. Each one held a cutting of hair from each man bound to the curse. She picked up the smallest envelope that held cuttings of a baby's hair. Inside was another smaller envelope that held 9 black strands of hair bound to a piece of tape so they couldn't be lost. The hair had a faint purple/silver sheen to it as it reflected the state of the bonds at the moment.

Perfect.

Almost ready. She couldn't help but smile. They were so stupid. So quick to save their mate, they fell into her trap.

A deep and naughty chuckle fell from her lips. "Soon, my precious darlings, you'll all be mine."

Just as she needed the full moon to initiate their mating bond, she would need the new moon to reclaim the bonds that the bait held. To sever those bonds and take them back would need the dark side of the moon's energy to see completed. That would be in two weeks. Just 13 more days before all would finally be hers.

Laughter escaped her lips and she couldn't hold it back. She was so close. She would finally be compensated for all their disobedience. Their punishment would be sweet once she owned them. Revenge for 500 years of denying her what was rightfully hers.

She would reclaim those strands of magic, secure them, and then she would kill the bait before their very eyes. Kill the very thing they dared love instead of her.

Yes, revenge would be very sweet indeed.

Y/N POV

I lay in our big bed on my stomach, enjoying the feel of hands idly caressing my back. My body felt like jello, with every muscle happy and exhausted. My eyes are closed and my head is snuggled against Yoongi's arm. I have him on one side, and Jungkook on the other. I'm enjoying the afterglow of another glorious experience with my mates and trying to ignore the raging hunger that is now making itself known after hours of intense pleasure.