Page 21 of Searching for the Prince
Gwil schooled his disappointment, Hyax would make sure he got his blowjob later.
“Do I want to know?” Robin asked, laughing.
“We’ve been experimenting with a number of spells but the last time we needed to track something I made a special potion and Gwil drank it and acted as a filter.”
“Right, so the blowjob was the flowthrough?”
“Pretty much.” Hyax smirked, not too surprised Robin was bright and had been around enough magic users to put two and two together. “But this time it’s not an object but a person and I can work through him directly if it goes how I expect. He’ll need to basically sit in my lap.”
“When do you think you can try?” Robin was eager. Hyax had expected him to be. If he hadn’t then Hyax would have had to reevaluate his and Simon’s connection. “Do you need me to do anything?”
He’d prepared for this eventuality, but until he’d investigated the bond he’d needed to wait before deciding which spell to use, but now Hyax was positive the mirroricom ritual would work. “I need to collect a couple of things, but that’ll take minutes. If we could have somewhere comfortable and private… and a mirror. Ah, that might be a problem.”
Vampires weren’t known for their reflective capabilities, he hadn’t thought that part through and he suspected neither had James or he would have already had a solution for it. The mirroricom spell, from the nature of its name, had a reflection element and he wasn’t sure how he’d get around Robin not having one.
“Ben’s got a mirror that Alex spelled so he could use it,” Robin said.
“Really? I never thought of doing that.” Hyax turned to Gwil. “I’ll speak to Alex and see if he can show me the spell.”
“I’ll get it moved to a guest room,” Robin said. “I’m sure Solivatus will help us set up.”
“No.” Hyax much as he would pull back on his animosity, he wouldn’t work with Solivatus unless he had to and there were plenty of staff on hand. “He’s not to be involved.”
“Hyax—” Gwil said. Hyax knew that Gwil was in the middle, but someone had to protect him from the lecherous old goat.
“No, I mean it. He’s a predator and while I get he’s your sire, you’re mine now. I know you said he’s trying to rile me as a test, but fuck it.”
“Let me ask Karl. He can set up a room,” Robin said.
Hyax was relieved Robin was on the ball about his discomfort. He would play nice when he had to, but now wasn’t one of those times. “I’ll portal to pick up a few things and be straight back.”
He left Gwil with Robin as he shouldn’t be long. Most of what he needed was already at home, he’d put together bags for each eventuality. Midnight glowered at him when he woke her up and shooed her off the small sack she’d decided was the best place to sleep, almost as if she knew it would be the one he’d want. The only other thing was the book with the spell, which he retrieved from his bedside table, and then opened a portal back to Crofton Hall.
“Are you ready to give this a go?” Hyax said, holding up the sack as he stepped through. “I need to paint a few symbols on you both in harpy blood, but apart from that it should be straightforward.”
He’d half expected Gwil to have retreated in deference, but they looked to have been engaged in friendly conversation. It would be good for Gwil to not be so reticent, he needed to have more self-belief.
“Harpy blood?” Gwil said, gagging. “Hyax, that stuff is nasty.”
Gwil wasn’t wrong but the blood was unnegotiable, the spell used it as a carrier. “I’ll make it up to you later.”
Robin chuckled, and Hyax wondered what they’d been talking about while he was gone. Gwil seemed far more relaxed than before he’d left—maybe he’d told him about the magical blowjob. Robin summoned Karl and gave him instructions regarding the mirror and how the room needed to be set up, and less than half an hour later, the three of them were in a bedroom, the majority of the furniture cleared away apart from a dressing table and a mirror positioned in front of a large mattress on the floor.
“This is perfect,” Hyax said, removing several glass bottles from the sack and a couple of makeup brushes. He’d practised the sigils several times and could probably recite the spell in his sleep, but he wouldn’t truly get a measure of how it would work until he started. “If you could both strip down to your underwear, we can get this started.”
“My underwear?” Robin asked, his eyebrows raised.
“I can’t draw on your skin through your clothes, can I?” Hyax didn’t think it needed an explanation, and it wasn’t as if he were inviting Robin for a threesome. “I thought you were meant to be one of the clever ones.”
“I see you’re not stripping,” Robin said as Gwil began to undress.
“I don’t need to. And I don’t think your husband would appreciate you being sandwiched between me and Gwil if we were both undressed.”
“Sandwiched?” Robin choked.
“Actually, you’ll one of the bits of bread and Gwil’s the filling.” Hyax wrinkled his nose, he would make sure there were no fuzzy lines here. “I meant that metaphorically as no one’s filling Gwil but me.”
“I’m sure he’s a wonderful lover, but my interests are solely for Simon.”
