The Unholy Trinity

Birthday (Zoey's POV)

I felt strange.

It was the first time I had ever spent my birthday without my sisters. It didn’t feel right. I missed our traditions. 

Usually we would sleep in the same room the night before with pillow forts and junk food. We’d each tell each other what we hoped this new age would bring for us. I thought back to last year and what we had wanted. 

Joey said she wanted to experience something she never had before. She didn’t want to get specific as not to be disappointed.

Chloey said she wanted to feel more confident in herself. She wanted to feel bold and sexy and like she was a force to reckoned with.

I wanted adventure. I wanted something insane to happen to me. I wanted excitement and thrills. Not the way Joey had them, but in my own way. My own story to tell.

I guess our wishes came true. Joey experienced falling in love for the first time.  Something she never had before that was completely unexpected. After two boyfriends, both who were head over heels for her, Chloey was more confident in herself. She definitely felt sexy, thanks to Cade and Rune and with all she was doing to help me and Tate, I hope she felt like a force to be reckoned with. And then there was me. I was on the adventure of a lifetime with Tate right now. I was going to help save the Witching Domain. I was doing it without my sisters. This was truly in my own way.

Why did we have to be separated in order for this to happen? Were we unable to achieve all of this while being so close to one another? Was this all truly destiny?

I wasn’t sure, but what I did know was that I wished I had my sisters to blow my candles out with.

--

Tate said he had a surprise planned for my birthday.

I wasn’t sure how he would manage that given our current predicament, but I believed him. He sent me out of the cabin in the morning so that he could set up my surprise. I took that time to talk to Chloey.

“Happy birthday!” I exclaimed. 

“Zoey! Happy birthday! I can’t believe we’re not all together.” I could hear the sadness in her voice.

“Yeah me too, Chlo. I wonder what she’s doing today.” 

“I’m sure Marsden is doing something for her.”

“Do you think she’s lonely?” I asked. 

“I hope she’s not,” Chloey admitted. 

I didn’t want to admit that I hoped the same. I hoped Joey was having a good day. 

“What are you doing today?” 

“Just hanging around the safe house. Your favorite person Raina will be there and my favorite person Cade will too.” Chloey giggled. 

“Honestly, I wouldn’t even hate hanging out with them right now.” I chuckled. 

“Yeah, I’m actually looking forward to it.”

“Zoey, you can come back in now!” Tate called. 

“I should go. Tate has some surprise for me.” I informed Chloey.

“Probably sex.” She stated. 

“Well then I definitely have to get going. I love you, Chlo.”

“Love you too, Zo.”

I walked back over to the cabin. Tate looked all giddy and excited. When he opened the door, I almost cried. He had decorated the cabin and there were my favorite flowers, along with food and cake. He really tried to make this special.

“Tate,” I whispered. “This is so sweet.”

“I just feel bad you can’t be with your family. I wanted to make this memorable.” He said almost shyly. 

I kissed him. “Honestly, I would have just settled for sex.” I laughed.  

“If you think I’m not making love to you, you’re absolutely wrong.”

I smiled. “Good, because it is truly a gift.”

--

Tate and I had a lovely breakfast together laughing in a way we hadn’t since being at Stormine. The laughing and teasing turned into a food fight. 

I was hiding behind the couch, unsure of where Tate had gone. He appeared in front of me and squirted me with syrup. I tackled him to the ground, where we rolled around until he was on top of me. 

Tate kissed me. “You’re all sticky and gross.”

“So are you,” I shot back.

“Then we should clean up, huh? Could I interest you in a birthday shower?”

I nodded. “I am quite filthy,”

I closed my eyes, happy to feel the hot water bounce off of my skin. Tate joined me and I leaned back against his hard chest. He wrapped his arms around me and moved forward so that he could feel the water too. I closed my eyes, letting the way run down my face.

I felt Tate’s fingers slide in my hair and massage my scalp. It felt amazing. I let out a sigh of satisfaction as Tate continued. He shampooed my hair and rubbed my scalp gently before letting it rinse out. 

I reached behind me, rubbing my hand on his slippery abs before moving down. I gripped his d**k, causing him to gasp. My hand easily moved up and down on his growing erection. His arm wrapped around me again. His fingers found my c**t and began playing with me. I moaned, moving my hand even faster. 

Tate stopped me. I think he was getting a little too close. He continued rubbing me, picking up his pace so he could get what he really wanted: to be inside of me. 

“I know you’re close,” He breathed in my ear. “Come on, let me take you there. I want to make love to you.”

I pressed Tate’s fingers against me harder and moved my hips for friction. I could really feel the build up now. I cried out as my climax hit. I nearly crumpled, but Tate kept me upright. 

I turned around to kiss Tate as he  grabbed the soap, rubbing it against our bodies. Our lips slid easily against each other under the stream of water. I felt him set the soap down before lifting me off of my feet. I instinctively wrapped my legs around him before he pressed me against the cold wall.

I shivered, but it had nothing to do with temperature. It was pure anticipation. 

Tate grunted as he slid inside of me. He pressed his soaked chest against mine, moaning into my mouth. My back rubbed against the wall as he moved in and out of me with ease. Our moans managed to drown out the water splattering against the floor and wall. 

Tate’s lips moved to my neck, sucking hard as the speed of his thrusts increased. 

“Tate!” I gasped, feeling overwhelmed by the pleasure and the pain. 

I dragged my nails down his back, causing Tate to go deeper as he groaned against my skin. A whimper unlike any other escaped me as he kept going harder and deeper. 

I sunk my teeth into his shoulder, hoping to get Tate to slam into me harder. It was my birthday and I got what I wanted. Tate practically growled in my ears as he dug his fingers into my hips pushing my body down harder on this throbbing d**k. 

“f**k, Zoey!” He inhaled sharply. “It feels too good.”

I would make it feel even better. I tightened around Tate’s c**k. He cried out before spilling into me. He breathed heavily, pressing his forehead against mine. 

“It’s your birthday, but I swear that was the best f*****g present I’ve ever gotten.” He breathed. 

“I need more,” I whispered. “At least two more rounds today.”

“Insatiable, aren’t you?” Tate grinned. 

“I sure am…I want cake.”

--

Tate and I were making out on the couch when an envelope flew under the crack in the door and landed on us.

“What is that?” Tate asked. 

“I’m not sure. It has my name on it though.” I opened it. 

“Who’s it from?”

“Zander.”