I’d never had sex in this position before, but instinct lent me a helping hand, as my hips moved of their own accord. It allcame down to chasing the next orgasm and finding the place to grind against him, stimulating both my clit and pleasure pointsdeep inside my body.
Okay, why the fuck haven’t I had sex like this before?This might be my new favorite position.
Logan let me set the pace, his hands taking the weight of my breasts, large enough to cup them as the rough skin of his thumbcaught on my nipples. Eventually, his controlling nature kicked in, and his hands gripped my hips to hold me in place whilehe thrust hard and fast, sending me into a screaming orgasm. My third, but who was counting.
Me.It was me counting.
I’d been waking for months in the midst of an orgasm, and often with his name on my lips, which made tonight surreal in moreways than one. Familiar but also not.
Logan slowed his thrusts, and I wondered if I could lose my mind from the slow sensuous slide of his body into my still pulsing and sensitive pussy. “Why are you haunting my dreams, Paisley Hallistar?” When he locked me in his focuslike this, I couldn’t remember my fucking name, let alone answer questions. “Tell me why?”
“I don’t know,” I sobbed, unable to handle this feeling. “I can’t expl—explain it.”
Logan’s body tensed as he came, and the moment I felt the pulse of his cock, followed by his power, I couldn’t help but tumbleinto that pleasure with him.
My body was spent as I slumped forward to rest against his chest, the thud of his heart under my ear comforting. He wrappedme up, holding me close, and I wondered if all along the dreams had been trying to bring us together, to drive us out of ourminds with months of sexual frustration and need, culminating in what happened here tonight.
In my exhaustion, I drifted to the beat of his heart and pulse of his burning power, and when I woke the next morning, I wasalone. Alone and wondering if I’d dreamed all of that again.
Except, I woke in one of his hoodies. A deep green one, close in color to the moss his eyes turned when he was channelingstrong emotions. I woke surrounded by minty evergreen, with new aches between my thighs.
Chapter 33
“Move faster, Paisley!”
Logan’s voice was a snap, and it took every ounce of my control not to throw the flames in my hands at him. Since the nightour dreams drove us together, Logan and I had fallen into a weird relationship. There’d been no repeat of the best sex ofmy life, but he watched me closer now, with this fire burning in the icy green depths of his eyes.
Whether that fire was need or hate, I really couldn’t tell. He was expert level at schooling his features.
The one constant, though, was my training.
My power had grown under his, and I could do much more now than call the elements. Animals came to me in the forest, and wheneverwe got close to the graveyard, I felt layers of darkness. Layers I couldn’t sort between, but I felt them.
Today we were by the lake so Logan could throw fireballs at me. His touch unlocked my energy, but he didn’t need to stay touchingme now. Once he initially released my power, I was able to access my magic the same as everyone else. This distance allowedadditional training. Like throwing a fucking fireball at me. The first time he did, I’d shrieked at the anticipation of myhand melting, only to catch it like a harmless ball.
“Your abilities are lazy,” he drawled. “The power is there, but the desire to express it remains lacking.”
“Incorrect,” I shot back. “The desire to express my power is very much . . . unlacking. Or whatever. I want to use my magic, I’m sick of being limited to chants and spellwork through herbs.”
I released the fireball in his direction—he wanted me to be quicker, right?—and muttered an incantation under my breath whileI clutched the amethyst and aquamarine I’d stashed in my pocket earlier. Gran’s photos indicated those two would give me apower boost.
Logan, deflecting the fire like it was nothing more than a fly, then jolted at the extra blast of my power which followed.“What are you doing?”
“Shouldn’t you know, spellcaster?” I shot back, continuing with the incantation. This particular spell required it to be saidfive times while channeling power. My magic swirled and heated, my other hand glowing bright, and with a thunder-loud crack,Logan was flipped upside down and tethered to the branches of the oak tree above.
“See you at next training,” I called, strolling away as Logan glared down.
There was a thud as he landed a moment later, too strong to be contained by a simple spell, but at least I’d used an activemagic. If I could just figure out the way to use the crystals to enhance what I already had, and maybe unlock my magic withoutLogan, I’d finally come into my own.
It was late Friday afternoon, and when I made it back to the dorms the school was buzzing. There was a huge party, college-organizedthis time, tonight in the chapel. It was the Blue Harvest Moon Festival, a night for some of the strongest energy. Under theblue moon we would bathe in her power and renew our own.
There was no debating whether I would go or not; Belle would hex the shit out of me if I didn’t. She’d gotten verygood at underhanded spellwork, and her current obsession was with hex bags. She needed to stretch her magical muscles, but not in the same way as me. She was already excelling in most classes, leaving her to strive for more.
We all enjoyed the subtle yet destructive magic of a good hex.
When I reached my room, as predicted there were three witches waiting outside the door. Sara and Belle chatted while Haleyread a paperback.
“You got your book order?” I said to her, excitement twirling in my stomach. “Any good ones?”
