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Authors: Madelaine Montague
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limitations of the physical world.
She was a good foot shorter than him and her face was buried against his pecs.
He tried twisting, sliding his body down hers to seek her lips and felt his cock sliding from her. He tried summoning his powers to satisfy his need to feel her mouth around his tongue as he plowed into her and discovered he couldn’t command even that much of his powers.
Bloody fucking hell! It didn’t occur to you, you evil old hag, that I might want it for myself! He raged inwardly, but he had no true connection to the old woman beyond the protection charm she’d enveloped Bronwyn in. He couldn’t even argue his bloody side of it!
Giving up in frustration after a moment, he curled his arms around her, holding her tightly against him as he drove fiercely into her in search of the pleasure he’d begun to doubt he would find. Bronwyn bucked and shuddered against him abruptly, crying out his name. His heart, which rarely made its presence known, abruptly surged almost painfully in his chest. Everything inside of him went taut and then he felt his body convulse, felt his seed scald him as it rushed from his body in nearly painful bursts that knocked the breath from him.
He was so wrung out when his body finally ceased to seize that it was many moments before he realized the experience was like nothing that he’d ever felt before.
He’d felt heat, well warmth—in his body, not just hers—in his balls and his cock.
He felt warm all over, he realized in shock when he managed to regain enough strength to roll off of her. For some time afterward, he lay staring at the ceiling, trying to convince himself that the warmth he felt was hers, that he’d merely absorbed it as he so often did when he fucked a mortal woman.
It didn’t feel the same, however, and that was what disturbed him. After grappling with it for a time, he realized he’d lain next to her until he could feel the first feeble rays of the morning sun. In too much turmoil and confusion to register the passing time till then, he flung himself from the bed, gathered his powers to him with a good deal of relief, and rushed to his lair.
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He was still in turmoil when he’d closed himself off from the mortal world and composed himself for sleep. Was it a change in him, he wondered? Or was it only a fleeting thing the old woman’s magic had wrought?
He didn’t know and he found it seriously disturbing that he didn’t, almost as disturbing as the possibility itself.
He’d spilled his seed into Bronwyn, he realized as he finally began to drift toward slumber, warm, life giving seed. A gift from his mortal mother? Or more magic?
The thoughts sent a thread of excitement through him that roused him upward again. Perhaps he’d already fulfilled his destiny? Maybe he wouldn’t have to go through that disturbing experience again?
You must win her heart by giving her yours—if you’ve one to give. Only then will you earn her gift.
The old witch’s words tumbled through his mind, taunting him.
Bloody fucking hell!
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Chapter Five
Bronwyn’s eye balls hurt! Groaning, she rolled over and buried her face in her pillow to block out the light stabbing into her brain. With her first deep breath, though, she inhaled the tantalizing scent of Constantine that lingered on her pillow and memories of the night before flooded through her, bringing warmth with them.
Despite the misery of a hangover, she felt a surge of pleasure. She’d had no inkling sex could be so wonderful! Just remembering how Constantine had made her feel sent delicious, warming tingles through her and a sense of anticipation and excitement to face the day that she couldn’t ever recall feeling before.
Her headed throbbed worst, though, when she finally decided she’d lain abed long enough and sat up. Wincing, she hovered on the edge, holding her head and trying to remember just what she’d drunk the night before.
Wine with the dinner. She couldn’t recall for
She was a good foot shorter than him and her face was buried against his pecs.
He tried twisting, sliding his body down hers to seek her lips and felt his cock sliding from her. He tried summoning his powers to satisfy his need to feel her mouth around his tongue as he plowed into her and discovered he couldn’t command even that much of his powers.
Bloody fucking hell! It didn’t occur to you, you evil old hag, that I might want it for myself! He raged inwardly, but he had no true connection to the old woman beyond the protection charm she’d enveloped Bronwyn in. He couldn’t even argue his bloody side of it!
Giving up in frustration after a moment, he curled his arms around her, holding her tightly against him as he drove fiercely into her in search of the pleasure he’d begun to doubt he would find. Bronwyn bucked and shuddered against him abruptly, crying out his name. His heart, which rarely made its presence known, abruptly surged almost painfully in his chest. Everything inside of him went taut and then he felt his body convulse, felt his seed scald him as it rushed from his body in nearly painful bursts that knocked the breath from him.
He was so wrung out when his body finally ceased to seize that it was many moments before he realized the experience was like nothing that he’d ever felt before.
He’d felt heat, well warmth—in his body, not just hers—in his balls and his cock.
He felt warm all over, he realized in shock when he managed to regain enough strength to roll off of her. For some time afterward, he lay staring at the ceiling, trying to convince himself that the warmth he felt was hers, that he’d merely absorbed it as he so often did when he fucked a mortal woman.
It didn’t feel the same, however, and that was what disturbed him. After grappling with it for a time, he realized he’d lain next to her until he could feel the first feeble rays of the morning sun. In too much turmoil and confusion to register the passing time till then, he flung himself from the bed, gathered his powers to him with a good deal of relief, and rushed to his lair.
33
He was still in turmoil when he’d closed himself off from the mortal world and composed himself for sleep. Was it a change in him, he wondered? Or was it only a fleeting thing the old woman’s magic had wrought?
He didn’t know and he found it seriously disturbing that he didn’t, almost as disturbing as the possibility itself.
He’d spilled his seed into Bronwyn, he realized as he finally began to drift toward slumber, warm, life giving seed. A gift from his mortal mother? Or more magic?
The thoughts sent a thread of excitement through him that roused him upward again. Perhaps he’d already fulfilled his destiny? Maybe he wouldn’t have to go through that disturbing experience again?
You must win her heart by giving her yours—if you’ve one to give. Only then will you earn her gift.
The old witch’s words tumbled through his mind, taunting him.
Bloody fucking hell!
34
Chapter Five
Bronwyn’s eye balls hurt! Groaning, she rolled over and buried her face in her pillow to block out the light stabbing into her brain. With her first deep breath, though, she inhaled the tantalizing scent of Constantine that lingered on her pillow and memories of the night before flooded through her, bringing warmth with them.
Despite the misery of a hangover, she felt a surge of pleasure. She’d had no inkling sex could be so wonderful! Just remembering how Constantine had made her feel sent delicious, warming tingles through her and a sense of anticipation and excitement to face the day that she couldn’t ever recall feeling before.
Her headed throbbed worst, though, when she finally decided she’d lain abed long enough and sat up. Wincing, she hovered on the edge, holding her head and trying to remember just what she’d drunk the night before.
Wine with the dinner. She couldn’t recall for
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