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I ask, needing to know. The fact that this unknown person has woken up my body, but let’s be honest, it’s his now.
Halcyon Stregone. You?
Jadis Bradbury.
Stregone. Everyone knows the Stregones. They are the muscle in our world. They handle those who use their powers incorrectly. Their methods are secretive, but I can only imagine what they do. They are basically the equivalent of the human mafia. I should be afraid of this warlock, but I’m not. The feeling that I get from this is beyond anything I’ve ever felt or ever really thought that I’d feel.
Despite my excitement, I somehow make it through the rest of my day and rush home. I use my magic instead of taking public transportation for the first time in a long time. In seconds, I find myself in the living room of my tiny apartment. It’s above a Chinese restaurant. Sometimes, the smells get to me, but most of the time, it’s comforting. It’s home. I could still live with my parents in the huge house where I grew up, but I needed independence. It’s not much, but it's mine. I jump into the shower and take my time getting ready. I put on my one and only little black dress and black heels. I sweep on some makeup and grab my bag. I opt to drive and leave my car with the valet in front of the restaurant; at least, I think it was the valet.
At exactly eight, a tall man comes up and reaches out to me.
“Jadis?” I shake his extended hand. Electricity shoots through me, and he jumps a little, too.
“Halcyon?” I whisper, not recognizing my own voice.
“Yes. It’s nice to meet you.”
“You too. Shall we go in?”
“Of course,” he says, taking my hand.
This shouldn’t be so easy.
Chapter Two
HALCYON
I watched in awe as my father meted out justice deemed necessary by our coven leader, Gabriel. I was just a little boy, but I knew that was what I wanted to do with my life. I learned everything I could about my magic from an early age. I learned to control it along with the fire. I have the ability to harness it and use it, though not for evil. Never evil. As I got older and went to school, I learned everything the master’s taught me and used in the family business. The Stregone’s keep the rest of Boston’s magical society in check, and we relish it. Especially me. I was born to do this job. I stand over the warlock who thought he could take what he wanted from human women using his magic. I’ve seen it time and again. Evil men are not just limited to humans. I take his magic from him, and while I don’t believe that is a sufficient enough punishment, it’s all I can do to him. We can’t take the chance that he tells human law enforcement a damn thing. I leave him crying in a heap on the floor. I’ll leave it up to the council whether or not he will regain his powers. Into the vault, they go until he appears before them. Since this isn’t the first time I’ve had to remove his powers, I doubt he’ll get them back this time, but you never know.
Growing up, Giving in to my sister, Lyra, is always inevitable, but I’m glad I did in this case. I never thought I would use a dating app, but here I am. I’m twenty-six, healthy, and frankly tired of being alone. My mother has insisted more times than I care to admit that she needs grandchildren. As a warlock, I don’t have the desire or the ability to date around casually. I need my mate for that. The second my profile was on the Crystal Connection app, I was matched with her, RavenMaven01; I felt my cock stir for the first time, letting me know she was mine. I didn’t waste any time to set this date up and now that it’s happening, I’m not disappointed. When I saw her standing outside the restaurant, I was utterly enchanted. I’m dying to get my hands on her curves.
We eat appetizers and sip wine, but I couldn’t tell you what either one tastes like. Like magic, because I guess it is, our Crystal Connections app goes off simultaneously. I pull my phone out of my pocket as she pulls hers out of my purse.
“Congratulations on finding your fated match. Thank you for using Crystal Connections. Be sure to refer us to your friends.” Then, the app deletes itself from my phone. I knew I wouldn’t need that anymore, but it’s interesting.
“That was weird,” she says, smiling at me, putting her phone back in her purse. I put mine back in my suit pocket.
“Was it?” I ask, leaning forward. I grab her hand, lacing my fingers with hers. “Did you think that this was anything else? You knew what this was when you got that alert.”
“I did.”
“Tell me,” I say, needing to hear the words from her lips. She looks down at her lap, then looks back up at me. She licks her lips, making them wet, making me wonder what those lips would look like wrapped around my cock.
“I’m yours,” she whispers, and she spellbinds me. Hearing the words that I already knew to be true coming from her lips sets me off. “Take me home.” I pay the check and take her hand. I hold her hand in my car and those little bursts of electricity I’ve come to love sizzle between us. The drive to my apartment is quick. We can’t keep our hands off of each other in the elevator. Inside, we strip and carry her to my bed. I drop us down; I let our bodies bounce on it. I roll her so that she is on her back, and I am now above her, looking down at all her beauty. My kisses start to trail down her neck. When I reach her boobs, I suck one of her nipples into my mouth. She arches her back as I lick down her torso. When I reach her pussy, she screams out as I bring her to an orgasm. Wow. She’s so fucking responsive.
“Halcyon. Please. I need more,” she begs. “I think I’ll die if you don’t take me now.” She’s writing against me like a cat in heat, and I love it. Hearing her suddenly husky voice beg for my cock is something I have been waiting on for a long time. She is under me, and it’s all I can do to keep from coming on the smooth, creamy skin of her soft belly. I want to give it all to her, but I also can’t get enough of her sweet honey. She is writhing underneath me, and her vocalness is ramping me up. I want all her cries of pleasure for me. It is irrational that I care so much that my neighbors can hear her. None of that matters, though; she’s mine. My mate.
I pull her knees up to her chest and align my aching, dripping cock to her pretty pink pussy, then slowly slide inside of her. Her breathing increases, as does mine. As I push past her cherry, I feel as though I have done everything right in my life to get to this point as I slide deeper and deeper into her. When she doesn’t cry out in pain, I feed her more of my cock.
“Hal, please. More,” she whispers. Her ankles lock around my neck, and her fingers heat up around my biceps. Between the heat and her nails digging into me, I know this is my little witch's way of marking me. As she continues to burn the shape of her fingers on my skin, I can do nothing but throw my head back, and the growl that escapes me is otherworldly. Slamming into her even harder, I know I need to mark her as mine quickly. I reach up to my neck and unlock her ankles to set her legs down so that her black-tipped toes are flat on the bed. I pull all the way out of her tight heat and glance down to see her virgin blood glistening on my cock. Knowing that she’s only mine brings something out in me that I didn’t know I possessed. It’s so fucking caveman of me, but I don’t care.
She looks like she is about to protest the loss of me, but I quickly turn her over and put her on all fours. Wrapping my hand in her hair, I line my cock back up with her pussy and slam inside of her. I repeat this over and over until we are both mindless. I flip her back over and slide back into her. I reach for her hands and lace our fingers, making my body flush with hers. This closeness is everything.
“Oh Goddess, yes. Yes! Yes!” she screams over and over. Mindlessly. Her pussy squeezes my cock viciously, and nothing has ever felt so fucking good.
“You are my mate. Say you are my mate!” I demand, perilously close to losing my mind. I’ve heard of mate fever; of course, everyone has, but hearing about it and experiencing it are different. The fire coursing through my veins feels hotter than lava and infinitely more deadly.
“I am your mate. I take you as you such,” she says formally, binding us together. I feel her magical tendrils wrap around mine. I feel the universe shifting into place for us. Crashing into place is more like. An earthquake could swallow us right now, and we wouldn’t notice anything.
