Paraluman

LOVE POTION 101

They said wizardry was a legend.

Well, Verity O'Rourke was now in a grave position to say it was real. And turning her into a believer started on the moment she made a love potion, put it in her dream guy's coffee, and witnessed its outstanding effect.

She was proud to say as a descendant witch of O'Rourkes that she wasn't a huge disappointment when it came to doing potions. But then she realized how stupid she had been as she ended the call with her co-witch cousin, Maura, that she had a terrible mistake.

Why, instead of making a love potion which was a color of red she made a purple one.

And purple potion, as Maura said, was an aphrodisiac.

And if matters won't get any worse, she was too late to take back the coffee that had the potion. Verity stood in the doorway and found the empty mug as Paul and Gideon looked at her with so much heat she wondered why their building didn't go up to flames.

"It was a mistake." Her voice came out as a breathless whisper. "I apologize."

It was Paul who stood first. Paul, her best friend for more than ten years, was now looking at her in such an unfriendly way. The love potion was meant for Paul Ware. She loved him since she was fourteen. And now that she was twenty-six, she got tired of waiting too long. Was it wrong to do a drastic action to make the man of your dreams to love you?

But Paul stared at him without any love in his eyes. Nay, he stared at him with so much l**t she burned.

Gone was the man who treated her with an easy smile, corny jokes, and brotherly affection. His amber eyes and dark brown curls did nothing to soften his features. He looked like a beast preparing to claim his beauty.

Her pulse kicked and the potion was starting to have an effect on her. Maura announced that the potion's effects will be twice as stronger as the recipient of the brew.

It meant she will be hornier than hell.

She clamped her thighs together to keep the dampness in between from forming when Paul stood a few feet away from her. It proved useless but she did it anyway.

"Explain what is happening, Verity."

"And the state we are in," Gideon had already stood and started to walk towards her. "You better talk fast."

Oh, my. Her boss, Gideon Sloan, had also drunk the potion.

She groaned in exasperation. It was already hard to handle one horny man and now she had two.

Gideon, with his silvery gaze and dark brown hair, made his staff wanted to crawl under their desks to avoid him. He preferred snarling than talking. Business than casual. Orderliness than friendliness. Yet his aloof and formidable persona didn't make him less desirable to women. In fact, they even liked it. Like a kitty drawn to a lion.

Gideon was nothing like her Paul.

But she will be damned to hell if she lied that Gideon didn't have an effect on her. And the way he strode towards her with a visible boner down to his belly made Verity's knees turn into jelly.

The only reason she was standing upright was Maura's promise to bring the antidote after two hours. She had to resist them for two hours, Maura ordered. Because once they do the deed or in other words penetrated her, the purple potion would reach it's the highest potency and its effects would last for one whole month. Being horny for one whole month was so unthinkable, Verity promised to be a good girl.

Yet when Paul started to kiss her parted lips, being a good girl felt like living in hell. She sighed and curled her fist on her sides. Just a taste. It wouldn't do any harm, would it? If she had to resist them for two hours, Verity thought she deserved a chaste kiss.

When the kiss had suddenly turned into a heated savage kiss, Verity had to pull away and did as what Gideon asked. She explained everything right from the start. She even had to confess her feelings to Paul and watched when Gideon's hard face turned harder. If her boss had complaints about her unrequited love for his business partner, Verity had lost the point of caring.

She was starting to perspire. And it didn't have anything to do with speaking or standing for so long. She knew with certainty that she was flushing from neck to forehead.

She was getting aroused as if someone was stroking her crotch for hours. She was fully turned on. The sensation was mainly because of the close proximity of the two men who were heavily aroused as her.

She stared at Paul on her right and he was staring at her with understanding eyes that Verity wanted to weep in joy. Despite the effects of the potion, the Paul she knew understood her and didn't hate her for the trickery she used to him.

Gideon to her left was a different matter. With a stern expression, Verity could tell he was starting to solve the problem she dropped on their laps. She kept on apologizing and barely stopped herself from crying.

"Why are you apologizing?" Gideon asked.

Verity looked confused. "Because I made a mistake."

"I don't think you loving Paul so much was a mistake."

Verity was lost in his logic she didn't know how to respond.

Another ache kicked in her lower belly and she knew she was starting to lose control. Only more minutes and she was close to attacking them both.

Paul studied Verity with a cloudy aroused haze. The woman he loved for many years; the best friend of his sister. But he only loved her as a friend; as a younger sister. Up until now, he didn't even look at her sexually. He respected her so much that having a wet dream about her once urged him to go to church and confess. But learning how much she wanted him did something inside undescribable inside him. Gratitude? Relief?

While Paul was having an internal turmoil, Gideon was having a hard time touching himself. But, damn, his trousers were getting more tighter and tighter by the minute. He wanted Verity. And he didn't even have guts to blame it on Verity's potion. He wanted to brand her body with his own since he hired her. And it only intensified with the potion and his jealousy towards Paul. Thank goodness he drank half of Paul's coffee or else he would die in jealousy knowing Verity's body would be touched only by Paul. Call him selfish, he didn't care. He was only selfish when Verity was the subject.

Verity was now flushed from head to toe as she stared at the two bulges on the men's pants. She knew it was the potion effect but she wanted to embrace the notion she was desirable to be the reason for their arousal.

And now, all she wanted was touching it.

"I-I can't take it anymore." Verity put her wrist together. "You have to tie me."

The look on Verity's face and breathless invitation were too much for both men to handle and they both grunted to keep their release in check. Their erection was now prodding on their pants and they knew that a moisture was starting to stain their underwear.

It was Paul who took action. He took Verity's hand and ignored her yelp as if he electrified her. Paul, however, was done acting like a good ol' brother. Verity's aroused face made the beast in him howl in his cage.

He took her to Gideon's working chair and glided it away from the desk only to place it in the middle of the office. He pushed her down the chair and she waited obediently.

He started taking off his tie.

Gideon followed suit and even took off his jacket. Paul did the same and hurled his across the room.

With a silent agreement, Paul took Verity's hands. He placed it around the back of the chair and tied her wrist together with his sky-blue silk tie. Gideon silently parted Verity's thigh and tied Verity's the right one against the arm of the chair. His maroon silk tie looked so enticing against her smooth thigh he bent his neck and traced the edges of the fabric with his tongue. The smoothness of his silk was nothing compared to the skin of her thighs.

"Oh my goodness, Mr. Sloan." Verity breathed deeply through her nose. She tried to clamp her legs together but the tie won't budge and Gideon's hand on her left thigh prevented her to move. Her eyes widened as Gideon took out his handkerchief and started tying her other leg.

Paul got angry for the reason Gideon tasted Verity. And before he could think of other reason he shouldn't do it, he still kissed Verity from behind. He bent down to waist until his nose met her chin and hers met his nose. She tasted better than earlier. He caught her bottom lip and nibbled on it. He didn't know she would taste like a woman. Being with her since he was fourteen made him underestimate her feminity.

Verity was now in a battle with her emotions and l**t. She requested them to tie her to prevent the possibility of her attacking them but instead they were attacking her. If Paul wasn't devouring her lips, she would've laughed.

She, however, couldn't find the humor in her situation as Gideon took advantage of her parted thighs and inhaled her scent. She didn't how she smelled down there and she struggled not to be embarrassed.

But she was embarrassed. And she couldn't take it anymore when Gideon hiked up her skirts and buried his head between her legs.

She freed her lips from Paul's and turned away from him.

"Stop." She said. The men ignored her. Paul had twisted her hair around his wrist and leaned down to kiss her throat. Gideon responded by l*****g the moisture dampening his chair. "Stop!"

Still, they ignored her. In a few heartbeats, she was panting and begging them to continue. Her mind had a different idea and started searching for safe words. She read in a book that when caught in a s****l act you didn't like, you can use one. But was there a universal safe word anyone could use? she thought.

But her mind was defeated once again by her senses as Gideon abruptly leaned upward and on his knees, taking full control of her mouth. He cupped her jaw and turned her head to the right side to give way to Paul who was currently suckling on her shoulder. The dual pulling force of Paul's hand on her hair and Gideon's fingers on her jaw made Verity felt like a woman trapped between horny beasts. They were as if fighting for Verity's body. They pulled and pulled yet Verity could only do was sit back and burn.

Unlike Paul's forceful bite on her shoulder, Gideon, she realized, kissed her with care. He planted his lips against hers with little force it almost felt like it wasn't there. She was surprised by the gentleness of his kiss that Verity knew didn't show in his personality. In fact, she only expected Paul to be gentle with her.

But with her eyes closed and heightened senses, Verity savored the feeling of his soft lips. She felt humbled; touched. As if he was wooing her with his mouth. He didn't even try to attempt to deepen it. Just tender kisses, heavy breathing, and licks that was so brief it made her frustrated. It was a kind of kiss you gave with moonlight above and sand below.

She wanted more.

But Paul pulled her hair again making her lips cold away from Gideon's warm lips. She protested and moved her hands to reach for Gideon only to realize she was restrained.

Paul claimed her lips. Jealousy like no other spread through Gideon. He wasn't done but Paul already took her away. The passionate man in him wanted to tear Paul apart limb by limb but the sensible one realized Paul had more right to Verity than him. Paul had twelve years with her; Gideon only had one.

With so much ego to last him a lifetime, Gideon in his thirties contradictory possessed insecurities in his body. Twenty years of living with parents with high IQs could make you feel inadequate. Especially if they found out their son wasn't a genius like them. He spent his childhood working too damn hard not disappoint them and ask for little things that made him happy.

But one year with Verity made him feel...happy. She didn't treat him as a nerd that make dull conversations. He even realized he had a sense of humor. He wasn't obliged to impress her, he decided. She made him feel at ease.

So he watched and held back. If Verity could make him happy, he wanted her to be happy. Even if it meant giving her to Paul.

Gideon landed on the floor with a regretful sigh. He was being stupid but honorable. And Gideon was nothing if not. Defeated, he slowly closed his eyes and opened his pants to free himself. He started touching his shaft with images of Verity in his mind. It wasn't difficult, mind you, for Verity was always in his mind. But this time, he had her moans to accompany him to his fantasy.

Verity felt there was something wrong. But she was so drugged by Paul's rough and firm kisses she couldn't think. She knew that her lips were now swelling and sightly bruised by his ravishing assault. His mouth slanted and plunged in her mouth deeply and deeply more she moaned. Her dreams about Paul had never felt like this. So consuming. Ablaze. And terrifying.

She felt like she was on a roller coaster so twisted and so high, she could only scream. Verity's lips met his with gentle strokes to soothe him. There was something desperate in him. As if he was controlling himself but he can't. Like a caged animal afraid to leave his cage.

Paul knew that Gideon back out. A triumph like no other surged through his chest. The hunger to dominate Verity was so strong he gripped her hair tighter. He was delightedly rewarded to her pain when she bit his lip. Give pain to pleasure; it was Paul's watchword. But Verity was different. His family adored her. Her family adored him. They even grew up together and went to the same university.

Verity didn't need to be dominated. He couldn't imagine her as a submissive. She was too opinionated, impulsive, and impatient. Not to mention that she was soft, untainted, and innocent. She was like a big piece of goodness heaven sent to him because he knew damn well he needed it. Paul had done mistakes living the inside world of Dom. Mistakes that pain didn't always come with pleasure.

So he stopped and held back. Verity didn't deserve a broken man who had a past of dominating women with whips and clamps. She deserved passion, love, and equanimity. And he didn't know if he was capable of giving them.

Verity found herself freed at last by overload sensations. She was already sticky with perspiration. Her mouth was moist, warm, and swelling. It trembled as she tried to get herself together. It wasn't every day she got devoured by two men. Two holy moly kiss-me-to-death men.

She couldn't calm herself once her eyes landed on Gideon with his eyes closed and his fingers sliding through his erection. Verity, she realized, never watched anything so...erotic.

As Paul plopped down on the sofa, he saw Verity's l**t as she stared at Gideon. Envy consumed him that he was surprised when Verity turned and looked at him with the same intensity and longing.

Verity didn't know one was capable to want two men but she did. And she had already vowed to herself not to lie. She tried to convince herself it was the potion. But when Gideon opened his eyes to looked at her with s****l haze, she wasn't sure anymore.

Because she was certain she wanted Gideon as much as she wanted Paul.

With her thighs and hands bound, Verity shook her head to take her auburn curls away from her face. Her blue eyes shone with the courage she didn't feel. "We should restrain ourselves before the antidote arrives." She gulped to take away the lump in her throat. She looked away from Gideon who stopped his hand from moving through his manhood. "I'll apologize once again for my naivety. I've been blinded, you see. I've never loved anyone but you, Paul. You've been the man of my dreams. I pictured you as my husband and the father of my children. I even have this idea to save my body for our wedding night. But-"

"You're a virgin?" It was Gideon who roared. Paul looked equally stupefied.

Verity was incensed. "Well as you can see, I am not anymore. Before you say anything, I know we haven't done the deed yet but it was like we've done it, right? You kissed me and touched me-there." She looked at Gideon, horrified and pointed at her crotch.

"Honey, you haven't experienced the half of it yet," Paul said.

"Oh."

Gideon caught himself grinning. Then assumed a serious expression as he finally decided to solve the problem the three of them were in. "I'm leaving." No one spoke, stunned. So Gideon continued, "I'm leaving so the two of you could continue. It was awkward enough for me to be here."

Verity was aghast. "But I don't want you to leave. Don't smile yet, Gideon. Hear me out. I respected you. As my boss and my friend. Honestly, until tonight I haven't realized how gentle you are." She stopped and glared. "Wipe that grin off your face, Gideon. I know you know how attractive you are."

"So you want me?" Gideon asked, grinning still.

"Yes."

"How about me?" Paul said, not grinning.

"Of course, yes."

Paul broke into a grin. "What the hell are we going to do now?"

Their only answer from Verity was her moan. The potion was now kicking in because they weren't touching her. It went back with vengeance and she couldn't stop her hips from moving. She rubbed her crotch on the chair and deliciously sighed when the friction on her panties intensified the heat in between her legs.

Within seconds, she found her favorite beige blouse torn from her. Paul and Gideon were not grinning anymore. They looked...pained. She wanted to ask them what's wrong but she was too aroused to speak. Her other clothes followed suit and were regretfully shredded. Both men's only goal was to get her n***d. To reveal as much as skin possible without taking off the ties around her limbs.

Bumping with each other, Paul took her left breast and Gideon with the other. She cried out as the unfamiliar wetness around her n*****s sent shivers down to her spine. Paul licked and sucked hers hungrily and hurriedly while Gideon took his time blowing the peak to attention before rolling it with his tongue. Yet both of them groped her breasts tightly.

Wet heat pooled inside her body and she wanted to scream. But it was trapped in her throat as someone took possession of her mouth. She closed her eyes and felt the lips. It was gentle but firm. Coaxing but not imposing.

Gideon.

Exalted, she responded uninhibitedly. She wanted him to lose control. As crazy as her. Her actions were rewarded when he placed his hand on her nape and slanted his mouth.

Paul, on the other hand, was still feasting on Verity's breast. But his hand left the soft globes to roam along the skin on her ribs, abdomen, and thighs. All the while bumping with Gideon's hand as he explored Verity's body. They both reached her saturated folds and groaned almost the same way when they found how wet Verity was. They hungrily took her arousal with their fingers and coincidentally pulled away from Verity and tasted her from their fingers.

Verity could only watch as they licked their finger clean.

At her next breath, Paul claimed her mouth and Gideon played with her earlobe. Verity's body arched in response causing both men's fingers tangled in her cleft. One finger was probing her c**t. One thumb was pushing inside her core. It was just too much.

Paul and Gideon watched as tears fell from Verity's eyes. They licked it away and kissed her eyelids. They both turned and whispered against her ear. Paul was promising her he would be careful and gentle. And Gideon was telling the explicit things he wanted to do to her.

Before she knew it, both of their fingers penetrated her. The pain was too intense she stiffened. Both men stilled their fingers inside her and felt her tightening around it. It hurts like hell she wasn't surprised she could see stars. But the pain sensation was overridden by Paul's kisses. His relentless lips molded on hers with tenderness. Gideon settled on the crook of her neck sucking love bites.

And when she started to relax, their fingers started to move. One pair of fingers would pull out. One pair of fingers would push in. They repeated the action slowly, not letting Verity a second to feel empty. And when the temptation of release had started to tear on Gideon's and Paul's control. They pulled away briefly to open their pants to touch themselves while pleasuring Verity. With their fingers alternately pumping inside her, Gideon took the liberty to possess Verity's lips. Quick, hungry, and savagely. While Paul had taken an interest with her navel.

Grunts and groans enveloped the office. Smells of body heat and arousal were noticeable. It was like a storm of passion nobody could control. And Verity was in the middle of it.

The pressure in her belly was starting to increase and she begged. And begged until their fingers found the rapid rhythm in time with their hands pumping their manhood. And when the sensation was too great for them, they surrendered and let the magic take them away. Verity poured herself into their hands and men watched fascinated and climaxed. They swore they found mystical sparks the witches had claimed to see.

Words were not uttered as the sound of door slamming stopped them cold and both men struggled to hide Verity's nakedness. With their back on the door, they stared at a figure holding a mini bottle.

The antidote had arrived.