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I frowned, realizing he’d smothered magical fire. “I thought demons couldn’t touch magical flames.”
“This was not a magic fire.”
“But I made it with magic.”
“Magical flames like dragon-fire are not just created by magic but also burn magic as fuel. In this case, the fire was from the plant’s molecules overheating. Magic was involved, but it didn’t make the spark. And the fuel was—” He glanced over at the poor charred plant.
“Oh. That makes sense.” I looked at the row of non-charred violets I’d bought for this practice session. I imagined they were all quaking in their pots. “Who’s next?”
“None of them, you plant killer!” Eamon hadn’t thought the botanical babies would be literally in the line of fire when we’d brought them home. He’d even reserved a spot on the windowsill for them. “Besides, you need rest. You’ve been practicing all afternoon. You need to recharge.”
“I’m fine. I just need another meal replacement drink.”
He eyed the empty bottles of high-protein meal replacement drinks already on the table. Sybil had suggested we keep those on hand, and I’d been going through them quickly as the spells I attempted got more complicated.
“What you need is a real meal. Lucky for you, I have all the ingredients ready to whip up something really quick.” He brought my hand, which he still held, to wrap around his waist. “I remember you saying you like a good steak and really buttery mashed potatoes.”
I licked my lips, my hands on his hips. “I do indeed.”
“The grocery order arrived this morning, and everything’s ready to go.”
I eyed my spell book. I wanted to get a lot farther into the book than I had so far today. I figured if I was going to spell Mother into oblivion, I’d better get as strong as I could. “Let me try this one more time. I’m so close. I know it.”
“Alright.” He pulled me up to my feet so that I stood before him and wrapped his legs behind me so that I was trapped there. “But I want to kiss first.”
He bent, and his mouth found mine, claiming it in a softly seductive embrace. It wasn’t urgent as some of our kisses were. Instead, it was sensual and languid, as if he wanted to taste me forever. A kiss I could get lost in.
My hands roamed the muscles of his arms and shoulders, gliding over the ripples of his firm biceps and delts. I slid my fingers up to tangle in his tousled hair, scratching erotically at his scalp.
I wasn’t the only one touching.
Eamon explored as well, his hand sliding down the curve of my waist to cup my ass. A tail that hadn’t been there just a moment ago curled possessively around my leg. Then the kiss changed, infused with neediness, right before he released my lips.
I gazed hungrily up at Eamon, trying not to just climb up on top of him on the table and get it on right here. But if I did that, I’d be even farther behind in my practice. Besides, we could do that later, after the steak.
“I feel more recharged already. Maybe instead of meal replacement drinks, I can just have you fuck me on a regular schedule.”
He raised his brows. “Are you sure you’re not part succubus?”
“Who knows? I have no clue who my real parents are. But according to my research, the wholewitches dancing naked under the moonis actually a thing and not just a myth.”
“I can attest to that,” he said in an amused tone. “Witches used to call demons to their sabbath. It wasn’t just dancing that occurred under the light of the moon.”
I narrowed my eyes at him, wondering how many witches he’d diddled at these moonlit extravaganzas. Then I stopped myself. Why was I getting jealous? What we had was supposed to be temporary. And until he made an effort to tell me he wanted more, that was all it would ever be.
“Maybe I’ll find myself a coven and join them the next full moon.” And then, just to fuck with him and also maybe to convince myself I wasn’t getting attached when I shouldn’t be, I added, “Maybe I can start collecting a harem of demons.”
That earned me a snarl as his hands squeezed my ass. His nails dug in through the thin sundress I wore.
“I don’t think you can even handle all of me.” He leaned in close and growled hoarsely into my ear, “You watch yourself tonight.”
“Promises, promises.”
“But first.” He slid off the table, gave my ass a slap, and guided me back down onto my chair. “I have steak and potatoes I need to cook. You have half an hour.”
Then he floated casually over to the fridge as if he hadn’t just promised me another night full of orgasmic fun, like almost every night I’d been here. You’d think that after all the bedroom gymnastics, I’d be exhausted every morning. But instead, it gave me the best rest I’d ever had, and I woke every morning refreshed and ready to take on the day.
I shook my head and looked back at the poor potted plant I’d destroyed. It wasn’t completely dead; Eamon had smothered the flames in time. It was still green at the very base. I pinched off the charred leaves and buds, leaving the green crown.
