NaomiAs my fingers tingle with newly discovered magic, I shiver against the cold and approach the towering Manor House. The massive black door taunts me, locked tight. I search frantically for a spare key in the potted plants lining the entrance, but come up empty-handed. Desperation sets in as I circle the house, hoping for an open window or a forgotten back door. But every entryway is sealed shut, no doubt Ataz’s doing to keep me out. I try to summon my magic. If I can transform myself into a shrub, I can open a damn lock.I grip the cold metal handle of the kitchen door, my eyes squeezed shut as I try to concentrate. But no matter how hard I turn it, the stubborn thing refuses to budge. Okay time plan B. I summon myself some cloth, wrapping it around my hand before I punch the glass, shattering into sharp pieces, but I quickly punch through them and toss aside the cloth to inspect my injured hand. Thankfully, a few scratches but nothing too severe. I unlock the door and carefully
NaomiCal guides me through the grand manor, up staircases and through hallways until we finally reach the library. The room is lined with shelves from floor to ceiling, filled with books of all shapes and sizes. In the centre hangs a stunning chandelier, casting a soft light over multiple tables and chairs for reading. “How do you even reach the books at the top?” I ask, amazed. Cal simply snaps his fingers, and a book begins to float down from the highest shelf, landing gently on my outstretched hand. “Of course... magic,” he smirks as I playfully roll my eyes and let go of his hand.“So, why did you bring me up here?” I can feel his eyes on me as I step into the room, the musty smell of old books filling my nose. There is a fireplace in one corner that lights as Cal snaps his fingers once more. The crackle and pop fill the silence as I arch a brow. He smirks again before his face becomes serious. “Training for you,” I must have gasped as he holds out his hands in surrender, an amus
NaomiCalyx’s gaze lingers on me again, causing a flutter of nerves in my stomach as I pretend to browse the books on the shelves. “Let’s find these books then,” I state, trying to keep my voice steady as I scan the titles without really seeing them. Anything to distract me from the awkward tension that has formed between us. But Cal is one step ahead of me. “No need,” he says, holding up a book and placing it on the table before flipping through its pages. “I said we would be training and you need to know the basics.” His eyes meet mine, challenging me to object. With a deep breath, I approach him, my heels clicking against the hardwood floor.The smell of old parchment and dusty tomes fills the air as I come closer, feeling his presence next to me like an electric charge. “We are going to start with some simple spells,” he explains, his voice low and smooth like velvet. “Then work our way up to a summoning spell.” My heart races at the mention of summoning magic. “You saw Odette per
NaomiThe dawn came and I could barely keep my eyes open after practicing so many spells. Cal had kept an obvious distance between us since I rejected him. Part of me wanted to explain, but there wasn’t time we needed to stop Odette and the others. I just hoped Ataz hadn’t told them I was alive. I could feel Cal’s gaze skitter over my skin when he thought I wasn’t looking. I knew he wanted me … part of me wanted him, too. But I needed to know the truth, and that wasn’t going to come until broke this curse.“Again,” he instructed, as a dull ache was pressing behind my eyes. “I need a break,” I groaned, but he wouldn’t let up. I still hadn’t managed to find the grimoire with the spell that Odette used. Nothing close either. “Do you not understand pet, that if she succeeds in her plans, my magic could be powerless. I won’t be able to do anything to stop her. I won’t be able to protect you and, most importantly, I won’t be able to give you your wolf back. You will end up just as doomed as
NaomiI felt warm hands running up and down my body with feather light kisses calling me awake. I let out a soft sigh, sinking further into the pillow as my dream continued with sweet nothings whispered in my ear. The hands grew firmer, demanding of my body seeking a pleasure that only I could give them; I felt my body shudder and give in with each caress. The kisses became more passionate, licking and nipping at my skin, leaving heated need in its wake.I loved every second of it.Another soft moan escaped me. I had many of these dreams in the past but none had ever felt this good, this real … was it my magic? I didn’t care to find out. My breasts swelled, growing heavy with need as fingers toyed and teased them until my nipples were hard as nails, begging for release. Fingers drew lower and lower until finding my slicked, heated centre. The moment I felt their intrusion, my whole body cried out for more clamping around them, begging not to stop, to let go. I felt my soul leave my bod
NaomiSpoiler alert it wasn’t.The spell required me to draw Odette’s magic through her items before dipping wax into the symbols on the blanket and fan. I then had the draw the same symbols with the wax both onto myself and Cal. I hissed when the hot wax met my skin. I had to leave it there until it cracked and fell away on its own.Pouring hot wax on yourself is not easy. I can’t say being a witch is that appealing wolf over magic any day.It was finally done with the spell. Cal told me that although we couldn’t find the one Odette had cast, this would allow us to weaken the spell as now we had placed our own on her, myself and Cal to draw from. I didn’t quite know what he was talking about, but anything that got me food and coffee sitting in the kitchen was fine by me.I had just finished my third round of eggs, toast, sausages, tomatoes, mushrooms, hash browns. You name it; I was eating it. I ate until my belly hurt. I didn’t care knowing how often the others seem to eat with thei
Calyx I just stared at her. Her words replaying in my head. She wanted to help me even after everything she wanted … me? I frowned slightly, looking down at my hands. “There is something I still need to tell you.” It’s not the kind of thing you say at a serious time like this. Or maybe it is. I just honestly don’t know how everything will go between us. Or with the rest of my coven. And if this all goes to shit, I want her to know the truth. “Oh?” she ask my gaze seeking those warm dark brown eyes, her flawless mocha skin that glows and those full pouty red lips that have had me by the balls the second she walked into that inn wearing rags. I wanted her. I run my hands back through my hair. “I, the night we met. I knew there was something about you. When I gave you that tonic to tell me what happened, I realised you were just like me. Like us. You pushed for power and strength and it had been ripped away from you like it had us. You had nothing and we - my coven are controlled by the
NaomiMy heart thrashed against my ribs, a wild animal trying to break free so loud I was sure Cal could hear it too. My mind was filled with his words, replaying them over and over as I made my way to the kitchen counter, my feet moving almost of their own accord. I knew I should stop, that this was a bad idea, but I couldn’t bring myself to say no to him. The pull between us was too strong.Yet when I turned and caught that look in his eye, something tight stirred in my chest a jolt of excitement that I couldn’t refuse him. Not that I could get the words out as he lifted up by my waist and spun me so my ass hit the countertop. He gave me one last look in the eye. One last chance to back out, only the way his warm hands felt on my body. I couldn’t find it in me to stop him.He flicks his wrist, the orbs of blood flowing in and out of him still. He removes my clothes. I shudder as a wave of coldness washes over me, my back pressed against the cool surface. His hot hands roam over my s