You saved me, and now I’ll save you back. He’s so hard. I imagine what he would feel like against my sex and insert another finger. Three fingers inside me, and I know it would be nothing like his cock but still.
You feel so good on my cock. I’m going to fuck you now, and you will belong to me forever.Me alone.
I can’t help crying out as I imagine him in the shower with me, pressing me back against the wall and sliding into me. I’m wet for him. My fingers slide in and out of myself as I imagine him taking me.
What if he came in here right now? He’s so close. Just a room away. I could make this dream real. If I shouted for him loudly enough, would he hear? Something in me is sure he would.
The thought terrifies me as much as it exhilarates me.
His hard body pressed up against me. His harder cock stiff, entering my ready, juicing sex. His lips on my lips. Or my neck. Or my nipples. I shudder as I pull my hand away from the wall to twist one of my nipples as I imagine his wild eyes looking into mine and?—
I bite down hard on my lip as I come harder than I ever have in my life.
EIGHT
PHOENIX
Sabra cameover first thing the next day, and Layden was just as quick at picking up the principles of mage-craft as he was at computer languages.
We’re standing in a large circle Sabra has chalked in the center of the courtyard, explaining the arcane symbols she’s writing on the ground.
“The interlocking circles represent the different planes we’re attempting to breach. If this curse was placed by a dybbuk?—”
“What’s a dybbuk?” Layden asks.
Sabra looks surprised he doesn’t know. “A person possessed by a spirit from another plane. So if your curse was placed by a dybbuk, it will have an inter-plane dimension that we’ll need to crack. Do you remember anything from when they laid the curse?”
Layden’s excellent at keeping a straight face as he lies. “No. It happened when I was very young.” I told him I didn’t want to tell Sabra more than was necessary. “I don’t remember anything.But I can do this… I don’t know how I know how to do it, but I can.”
He lays down some glowing runes beside her arcane symbols.
Sabra’s eyes go wide. “Oh my god, that’s amazing!” She claps with excitement. “Phoenix, are you seeing this?”
I nod. Oh, I’m seeing it all right.
“I’ve never seen symbols like this before,” she says, eyes glowing as she bends down to look at the shining runes. She looks back up at Layden. “What do they do?”
His forehead scrunches. “I’m not sure how I know, but they’re interpretations of your arcane symbols, just in another language.”
Sabra all but squeals. “It has to be from the plane the dybbuk who cursed you came from. This is a clue! And it should help us get it off you or at least manage it because wow…” She closes her eyes as she hovers her hands over his glowing runes. “Man, I can feel the power humming off these babies.”
When she looks back up at Layden, she’s beaming. “We’re going to make magic together!”
Oh dear. I’ve only seen Sabra like this a few times before. And it’s always when she’s cracked some new magical secret or attained some new level. I always wanted to close myself up in the lab and play computer games, but apart from normal teenage girl shit, Sabra was always chasing the next magical high.
I get it. It was her escape. Her mom was locked away in a mental institution that Vlad held the keys to, so she was essentially living in a prison, and all she had was me. Yeah. I was about as friendly as a jar of snakes most days, so she had to find her own way. And she did through magic. Vlad was happy to give her all her family’s books and grimoires about magic and lore. He’d used them for centuries and no doubt expected to useSabra just like he had her mother before her, her mother before her, and so on.
Vlad stopped allowing her to visit her mother last month, only finally admitting it was because she’d died after we both started boycotting our duties. Sabra fell into a deep depression before I suggested running away. Depression gave way to a spark of anger, then finally fury. It gave me hope for her. I hoped our leaving might be the start of the rest of her life, free of the connection to Vlad and the misery and death he’d brought to her family.
I thought for sure she’d never come back. But looking at her now, you’d never know it.
She seems light and bouncy as she and Layden lay out more symbols and runes, working their way around the circle. I haven’t seen her like this in years. It’s not just now. At the cabin and on the car ride home, she was like this, too. Happy and lively, like the last nine years since her mom was first locked up never happened. Is it just an act because Layden’s here?
I’m startled out of my thoughts by her voice calling to me from the center of the circle. “Come on, Phoenix, let’s try it.”
When I look up, I see that the three circles they’ve drawn are lit up with runes and humming with power that even I can feel.
I’m careful to step between the runes as I join Sabra and Layden in the smallest of the concentric circles at the very core. It’s a tight squeeze, but we all manage it. I’m very conscious of the press of Layden’s chest against my back, especially considering the fantasizing I did about him last night in the shower. I’m glad I’m facing away from him because I can feel my cheeks heating up.
