Cabin Fever - An Erotic Novel

Chapter 21 - Fountain of youth (FINAL EDIT)

Bella looked at her reflection. Her skin looked younger, smoother. Her hair thicker, more lustrous. She turned back and forth a little, letting her fingers glide along the curves of her breasts. Yes, they were definitely less sagging. She spun around, still on sky-high heels – Felix so loved heels, so she'd kept them on all night just to please him – and gave her butt an admiring look. It looked as firm as they came. Not bad for a lady her age. Actually, pretty damn good regardless of age. All this, from only one night of lovemaking. She really should do more threesome all-nighters.

"Mirror, mirror on the wall," she whispered to the mirror. "Who is the sexiest witch of them all?"

"You are, Mistress Bella," she replied to herself, trying to make her voice dark and somber. She giggled a bit.

She turned around and looked at the two sleeping men lying in her bed. "You boys did really well," she said to no one in particular.

She moved over to Greg's side of the bed. He was snoring gently. She shook him and whispered. "Greg. Greg, you must wake. It is time."

He didn't wake. Instead, he turned over and put an arm over Felix's chest. Felix mumbled something in his sleep, then put his hand over Greg's. They looked kind of cute. Too bad she couldn't keep them both.

She mind-jabbed Greg. This time his eyes flew open. It took a few seconds for him to focus, and even longer for him to reply.

"I can't do you again so soon," he said in a thick, tired voice. "I just want to sleep. Make Felix do it. He's younger." His eyes started to slide shut.

Bella slapped him, and his eyes flew up again. "Fool!" she hissed at him. "It's time. He's young, and his powers have grown more quickly than I had anticipated. He won't be out for long. You must kill him before it's too late."

Greg sat up. He didn't look too happy. "You sure about this, Bella? I like the original plan better: I go free, and he gets bound to you."

"No, he's become too strong. If I don't do this very soon, I will never be able. And without Abbie, it can't be done. And even if she was here, we have all these guests. There is no telling what their presence would do to the binding ritual. So he dies. I cannot allow an unfettered warlock to just wander around. It's too dangerous."

"But I still go free?" Greg asked.

Bella snorted. "Have I treated you so badly? Why do you despise me so?"

"That's not what I meant, you know that."

"Yeah, I know," Bella admitted. "It's just this thing with Felix that's freaking me out."

Greg pulled her towards him and kissed her forehead.

"I still do love you, little witch," he said tenderly.

Bella didn't reply in kind. "Yes. You still get your freedom. Even if I had wanted to change my mind, I can't. The tethers have already been cut. I don't think I could rebind you, even if you were willing."

"How?"

"How, what?"

"How do you want him killed?" Greg explained.

Bella rolled her eyes. "As if I care. Just make sure he's really dead – warlocks can be hard to kill. Then get rid of the body."

"That last bit could be a problem, with the snowstorm and all."

She shrugged. "The storm will calm down after Felix dies. Just stick him in the shed or something, let him freeze solid. That will make moving him later easier."

"I suppose..."

"Just make sure animals can't get to him."

"Bella..." Greg said.

"Yes?" she snapped.

"Do we really have to do the others?"

"Not 'we,' Greg. You."

"Don't avoid the question."

"Yes. You. Do."

"No. I. Don't," he said and looked her in the eye.

For a moment, it looked like she might explode with rage, but she didn't.

"I mean, we could just say that Felix got lost in the storm," Greg said. "He went over to the outhouse – presumably to make a pass at the twins or something – and never returned."

Bella nodded. "That's actually safer. If all these youngsters go missing, it's bound to create some noise. Just Felix, lost in the storm, won't. That happens to people every winter in this Gods-forsaken land."

"Exactly. Even experienced mountaineers go missing."

"Very well, then they may live."

Greg looked happy about that decision. Bella suspected he wanted to take that girl, Indiana... Inna... India... or something, to bed. She didn't blame him. If she had been into girls, she would have picked her too.

"Bella..."

"Yes?"

"When this is over, I'm going away. For good. If ever we cross paths again... I'm going to bite your pretty head off. Are we clear?"

"I love you too, little werewolf," she replied and swept from the room on high heels, lacy gown clinging to the curves of her youthful body.