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“You’re so helpful,” I said, scooting forward so that Bran could slide in behind me. He scrunched in, then held out his right arm and I leaned into his embrace.
“I want to be,” he said. “I like being useful.” He gently kissed my cheek. “Feel better now?”
I nodded. “Yeah, I do. I’m exhausted from the past few days and this just drained me of whatever energy I had left. I’m not sure what to do next.” I looked over at Grams. “What’s on the agenda next?”
“Next, I plan on teaching you how to contact earth elementals. I know you can talk to them in a rudimentary form, but you’re not nearly as clear as you could be. We can rectify that. But not tonight,” Grams said. Her gaze flickered from the cats to me, and then she added, “All right, you two sit and talk for a bit. I feel the need for a nap. The stew is cooking on low, it should be ready around six-ish, so I’ll set an alarm for two hours from now.” She finished her cocoa, carried her mug and plate into the kitchen, then vanished toward her room.
Gem and Silver, now calm and with their bellies satiated, headed for the cat tree to cuddle together. Fancypants excused himself and he, too, curled up on the top bed of the cat tree and within minutes, all three were snoring.
I adjusted my position, glancing back at Bran. He felt warm against me, and he had saved the day with his divining rods. I was tired and still shaken, and all I wanted was some sense of stability, some suggestion of peace and joy.
I turned so that I was straddling his hips, and leaned down, resting my arms around his shoulders. I kissed him, toying with his lips, then I sank into his embrace, my tongue meeting his in a blaze of fire and passion.
I could feel him harden beneath me, and all I wanted was to feel him inside me. I wanted to feel that massive cock of his driving into me, driving me out of my thoughts.
“I want you,” I whispered. “I want you in me.”
“Are you sure?” he asked.
I nodded. “Take me into my bedroom, now. Fuck me, hard.”
And so he lifted me up in his arms, and carried me into my bedroom, where we shut out the world.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Bran set me down on my bed. “Are you positive?”
I nodded, reaching to pull my sweater off, but he stopped me. He motioned for me to sit on the edge of the bed, and raise my arms, then slowly began to ease my sweater up, over my head. I caught my breath as he swung around behind me, spooning me as he pressed against my back. He circled me with his arms, cupping my breasts in his hands, his fingers pressing lightly over my bra. When I tried to reach for the bra hook, he gently redirected my hands and then, adeptly unhooked the band, sliding the straps down my arms before tossing it to one side. My breasts jiggled free, heavy and aching for his touch.
He cupped them again, this time, his fingers worrying my nipples as he kneaded my breasts, sending a stream of fire down through my body to blaze between my thighs. I moaned, dropping my head back as he brushed aside my hair and began to trail a path of kisses down my neck.
I moaned, my voice throaty, as I pressed back against his chest. I was on fire, so hungry that I squeezed my legs together, trying to ease some of my thirst.
“Let me take my time,” he whispered, moving to kiss the nape of my neck and then down my spine. “I’m not in a hurry.”
My body was so ravenous that I rocked with the ache emanating from between my thighs. “You’re driving me crazy,” I whispered.
“I know,” he said, his voice low and magnetic. Bran’s magic was rising, I could feel it in his touch, in his aura. He felt loaded, ready to aim—and I was right in the middle of scope. I had missed this magical fire. It was one thing I remembered from sex with Rian.
When witches came together, the magic rode piggyback on the sex. Both forces emanated from the kundalini, the source of their power based deep in the second chakra, the chakra of passion and carnality and drive. When magic infused itself with sex, it was like feeding gasoline to a bonfire. It turned it into a raging flame that flared to life, fed by the force of the lovers.
Bran’s touch became more demanding. “Stand,” he ordered.
I stood, and he reached around and unzipped my pants. “Take them off,” he said.
I slid them down over my legs. Leather pants were sexy until you couldn’t get them off, which is why I usually undressed myself. I kicked them to the side as he hooked the sides of my panties with his ring fingers and slid them down. Stepping out of them, I turned so that he was facing my navel. Slowly, I lowered my hand to my clit, and began stroking myself where he could see. I let out another moan and raised the other hand to caress my breast.
Bran was trembling. He silently stood and stripped off his shirt. I unbuckled his belt, sliding it through the loops and cracking it to one side, against the bed, before letting it drop.
“Oh, baby,” he whispered, his eyes glinting. No more farmer, Bran was now fully the witch—fully the magician standing deep in his magic.
I slid one finger over the top of his jeans, pulling the waistband out as far as I could, as I reached for the zipper with my other hand. I unzipped his pants. He shoved them down, his cock springing free, hard and erect. I stared at him, feeling like a starving woman who was just handed a steak.
Bran held out one hand, palm up, and I placed my hand on top. He wrapped his fingers through mine. He held out his other hand and I took it, too. As we clasped hands, a spark of magic rose up between us, flowing through me, through my hand into his, then around to his other hand and back through mine. We were forging a circle of magic, a circle of power and desire between us, and a mist began to fill the room.
“I smell narcissus and ylang ylang,” I said. “It’s permeating the mist.”
The dewy fog slicked across our bodies, and I felt any remaining inhibitions float away. I was floating, and Bran’s hands felt warm and protective.
