Cody laughed. “My mate has you there and you better not let Jackson hear you say that, either.”
Laughing softly, Mystia looked at Cody, liking what she saw. “I won’t. Jackson told me briefly why I was needed but explain exactly what you want me to do.”
Cody began, “You know my gift is the ability to become invisible, but today when I did so, Daniel’s wolf was able to locate me by my scent and if he can, then I’m not truly invisible especially around wolf shifters.”
“I can block your scent by the same spell I used originally.”
“I know that, but I want Dylon to be able to smell me because he gets so much pleasure from it.”
Mystia nodded slowly, thinking about how to solve the problem. Suddenly her face lit up. “Stay here, I’ll be backin a second. I know just the spell to use, but I must refresh my memory on this one since I haven’t used it for a very long time.”
“Wait, where are you going?” asked Cody.
“To look at one of my books of spells.” And with a swish of her hand, Mystia was gone.
When it registered what Mystia was going to do, Dylon exclaimed, “I don’t know, Cody. Cast a spell on me? I don’t think I’m comfortable about her doing that. Isn’t there some other way?”
“Who said she was going to cast a spell on you? Maybe it’s me.”
“True, then that’s okay.”
“Gee, thanks,” Cody chuckled.
“You know what I mean. Using me as a witch’s guinea pig gives me the willies. You heard her. She doesn’t know it and what if something goes wrong? What if my dick shrinks and becomes small. Then who’s going to pleasure you?”
Cody giggled, picturing his Dylon with a small cock.
“It’s not funny,” Dylon growled.
“If that happens, I bet Mystia can cast another spell and make it big, but even if she can’t, I will still love you, small weenie and all.”
Growling, Dylon said, “Keep it up and I see a punishment in your future.”
Cody’s eyes widened as lust and need ignited his body, causing his cock to harden. And before he could respond, Mystia was back.
“Okay, now face each other and hold hands. I want you to keep focused on each other.”
“Wait,” cried Dylon, “what are you going to do?”
“I’m casting an anti-scent spell on Cody but you will always be able to smell him even when he is invisible.”
“Are you doing a spell on me too?”
“No. Now, get into position.”
“If you aren’t casting a spell on me then why do I have to hold his hands?”
Mystia sighed before saying, “Dylon, I’m casting a protection spell which will prevent anyone from smelling Cody’s scent. However, you will always be able to smell your mate even when he is invisible. When I cast this type of spell, anyone touching the person who receives it is excluded from the effects of the spell. So, in this case, no matter what form Cody is in, you will always be able to locate your mate by his scent. Isn’t that what you wanted? I didn’t get it wrong, did I?”
Dylon looked at his mate with a big smile as he faced him and clasped Cody’s hands. “Sorry, Mystia, you didn’t get it wrong. You got it perfectly right. Go ahead, I’m ready.”
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Josiah was fuming as he listened to his attorney, Boris Calhoun, tell him he had to wait for the High Council to respond to his request that Jackson’s complaint be dismissed. Three of his fucking nephews found their fated mates and he was running out of time. According to his Shaman—though he refused to believe in the concept of fated mates—the clock was ticking.
Tuning back in, he heard Boris say, “Look you had several extensions and the High Council is going to extend the same courtesy to the Blackwood Pack’s Alpha. You’re just going to have to wait.”
“What if I push them to move faster?” asked Josiah.
