[Rosalynd]
He is stunning. I was not prepared to see the perfect curve of his bare ass, the rippling muscles of his legs, and his incredibly shaped, delightfully proportioned…shielding my eyes I turn away, hoping he doesn’t notice how embarrassed I am.
“Um…Axel, I…” my voice is shaking. “I know I said I was ready for more of a relationship but this…”
Something warm and slick rubs against the inside of my left wrist and I jump, not sure what I just felt. I feel warmth on my back as another body begins to pant loudly behind me. I turn around slowly. Standing before me is an unusually large, chestnut-colored wolf.
[Rosalynd] These last two days have left me with a lot to process. First, I had to mentally wrap my brain around my mother and her betrayal. I guess we never had much of a relationship, and she has always been about herself and her comfort, but sleeping with my boyfriend was a new low. I’m not 100% convinced that she didn’t mean for me to find out the way she was going about it. I think she gets some kind of twisted pleasure out of my pain. No, maybe not. That would mean she cared about ANYTHING related to me, and my history with her. While I was in the woods, she called me 5 times, left 3 voice mails, and 10 text messages. After listening to the first message, I decided to delete the rest. I’m thinking it might be time I got a new phone number. I have zero interest in speaking to her ever again. I’m going to need a very good therapist to help me work through the emotional garbage a lifetime of knowing her has dumped on me. Next, there is the issue about me being a witch, if I
[Axel] “You have no idea what you are talking about,” this elf, Evander, chuckles. He then laughs, deep and resonant like a large copper bell. “I am not an...elf.” “LIAR!!” Conner howls, snapping his jaw, “We are not letting him near our mate! He smells disgusting!” He did smell disgusting. All Fae do. Like a patchouli-covered pine tree fucked a fireplace--too much ashes and spice. His scent is burning my synapses. My lungs are closing up as I struggle to swallow air that isn't perfumed with his funk. If he isn’
[Rosalynd] "WATCH OUT!!!" I scream Axel stomps on the brakes and my body flies forward, my outstretched hands keeping me from slamming into the dashboard. The headlights of the car reflect off the surface of a solid stone wall that is far taller than the truck, at least twelve feet high, wrapping around this entire section of forest. It seems to go on forever in each direction. “What the fuck!” Axel screams as he jumps out of the truck to inspect any damage. I can hear him pat the hood, and kick the tires, but I don’t hear any cursing as he circles the truck, so I think everything is probably fine. Closing my eyes, I rub the back of my neck
[Axel] Shit. I really fucked up this one. I carried my mate into that damn elf’s house and placed her on his “chaise” in his “sunroom,” which is more like an arboretum with all the plants. Dappled sunshine creates shadow shapes across her sleeping form. “Sleeping,” Conner growls. “You knocked her out you idiot!” “I know, I know…”
[Rosalynd] There is a fire blazing in the corner, cheery and bright. In the distance, bells are ringing as the wind chime jingles just outside the breezeway. Snow is starting to fall, and I am cold, using the warmth of the oven to keep out the chill. The long sweater dress and leggings are not nearly thick enough for Humboldt winter. Wait a minute, I thought it was just fall. Warm arms wrap around me from behind, his smell is comforting, like wood smoke and pine trees. Pulling me into him tightly, his red hair drapes over one of my shoulders as he plants a kiss behind my ear, and his very erect groin into my backside.
[Enchantra]“Welcome, Enchantra, to Sunny Side Up, LA’s number-one morning show!” The man in the gray suit, Dick Trainor, welcomed me by speaking sideways, his face tilted to give his best angle to the camera. We are facing each other on a soundstage, each of us sitting on a large, plush chair in powder blue, separated by a small brown end table that only looks like wood. “It is such an honor to have a local legend like yourself on our show. Would you like to tell us about your next project? I’m sure that Greyvers are interested in hearing all about it.”“Well, we wouldn’t want to disappoint the fans, now would we,” I wink at the camera. “Hi Greyvers! ““Hi Enchantra,” the audience responds automatically before giving the Gre
[Rosalynd] “Am I in a jungle?” I wonder internally as I blink awake, staring up at sunlight filtered through monstera leaves and palms. My head feels like smashed jello. Cradling it gently with one hand, I sit up rubbing my eyes with my other hand. Slowly rotating my neck, the pain is so intense that if I move too quickly, I am certain that my brain will leak out of my ear. I don’t know where I am, but this place is beautiful. Someone has worked hard to make this room into a paradise of growing things. The room is made entirely of glass, like a greenhouse large enough for a house, chairs, and several shelves. Tendrils of flowering vines and offshoots of spider plants hang from overhead. An assortment of flowers,
[Rosalynd] "Rosalynd!" Gideon shouts at me as he helps me to my feet. "Fancy meeting you here.” I’m not sure if he’s happy to see me or not. He’s a very difficult man to read. Wincing I ask, “Can you please stop shouting?” “What?” he yells back. I put my hands over my ears. Pulling out a tiny earbud he says. “Sorry, I didn’t catch that. Were you trying to say something?” The golden hour sunlight glowing through his hair, He’s almost charming as he blinks at me, trying to make sense of my words. “I was just asking you to stop shouting, I have a bit of a headache,” I explain. Placing a hand on my temple, he says a few words, and I find my head feeling lighter, the pain receding. Looks like his “hangover helper” spell has more than one use. “That should keep the pain away for a couple of hours, but you should still take it easy. How did you get a concussion?” “Long story,” I raise my hands. “And I would rather not talk about it right now if you don’t mind.” He grim