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“So possessive. Just the way I love you. Don’t worry. I don’t want anyone else but you. I’m all yours.”
The words were music to my ears. Tansy was mine. Peeling her clothes off her slowly, I worshiped each new piece of skin I exposed until she was writhing on the bed and begging me to fuck her.
“We don’t have all night. Please,” she begged as she shoved my head down between her legs.
So demanding. And all for me. I hiked her knees over my shoulders and rewarded her with a thick tongue plunging into her pussy.
“Yes!” she hissed, her hands tightening on my horns.
Fuck, she tasted exquisite. Soon she was bucking and moaning and grinding frantically on my face. Her walls clenched around my tongue, and she cried out, tossing her head from side to side.
I turned her over and pulled her ass into the air, giving it a resounding smack. Then I looked at the clock. We still had one hour and forty-five minutes. I wondered how many times I could have her screaming my name in that time.That was one.
I slid the head of my cock up and down her slippery seam before pushing in. The pillow muffled her breathy cries as she stretched around me, her cunt wrapping around each bump and ridge along my length.
Sending a tendril around her body to form a sucker over her clit, I gripped her hips and asked, “Ready for number two?”
I didn’t wait for her to answer. I pounded into my little witch until no pillows could muffle her sounds, and magic danced in the room around us.
Chapter 33
Tansy
Istretchedinbed,expecting to feel Eamon’s body next to mine, but I was alone.
Seth had kicked him out when he and Liam got back from their dinner date. Eamon had tried to take me home to the penthouse, but the wizard had insisted that, until I could consistently trap Liam in the bottleandhad learned a handful of useful offensive and defensive wizard spells, I was his ward.
Eamon hadn’t taken that well, and I’d had to calm things down. In the end, Seth had conceded to a two-hour visitation window every day, for recharging purposes. The wizard still didn’t like having Eamon in his home any more than Eamon liked being in it, but at least they weren’t at each other’s throats anymore.
We started the day with a lot of coffee, and I attempted the specialized containment spell on Liam while my magical stores were at their fullest. Containment spells were notoriously difficult.
They were like wards, but instead of keeping something out of a small area, they kept them out of everywhere else. In my case, the bottle defined the boundaries, and everything else was restricted. Technically, it would take an infinite amount of energy since that was an infinite amount of space, but there were ways around it.
Even with all the tricks, it still took up a massive amount of energy and explained why so many wizards and witches perished when attempting to hold demons and other creatures. They’d try to trap them in a circle or pentagram, only to run out of magic and become the monster’s lunch or plaything. Talk about a role reversal.
That was why I needed a special container to keep Mother in. A cozy pickle container. Defeating the spirit first with the ensorcelled sword would also help. Instead of drawing on my energy every time Mother tried to get out, like a ward would, this special combination—born of both wizardry and witchcraft—was a one-time thing.
Seth and I stared at the bottle. Nothing happened.
“You can come out now,” Seth called out.
Still nothing. He picked the bottle up and uncorked it. Dark smoke drifted out and coalesced into Liam, who sent me a wide grin.
“Little Missy, you are now one of the very few people alive in this world who can hold a demon captive.” He held a palm up for a high five, making me wonder again if he was really centuries old. I didn’t leave him hanging.
“Thank you,” I said to them both. They’d given me the last piece of my puzzle.
“We’re not done yet,” Seth said. “I don’t feel comfortable letting you leave without a large arsenal, magical and physical, to defend yourself.”
The two had already taught me some basic physical self-defense. They’d warned that with the spell to capture and keep Amrita contained being so draining, I had to take care not to use too much of my magic before I needed it.
When the time came, I wouldn’t be casting it fresh-faced after a good sleep. It would be after a possibly drawn-out fight with Dean’s goons and the Nasty-wizard. I doubted Amrita would wait around in spirit form so Eamon and I could do the horizontal tango to replenish my reserves. Liam had conceded to letting Eamon deal the final blow and have the honor of manipulating the spirit into the bottle.
“We can do more lessons later,” Liam said. “I say we go out to celebrate with a big brunch.”
“That sounds great,” I said. “I’m famished.” And it had only been one spell.
I got ready to leave, excited to finally go out after so many days working my ass off and subsisting on takeout and energy drinks. I grabbed my phone from the nightstand and fired off a quick message to Eamon, asking him to stick his head in the cabinet. He answered with a simple, “K.”
