She laughs, and it’s more charming than her smile. And I feel my own lips turn up.
Chelsea rises and brushes off her hands. “All right. Let’s make a ball.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. Why?”
“I thought you’d say no.”
“I was tempted to, because it seems like the only thing we makes are roses, but I say we give it a shot.”
“And if we make roses, you can play fetch with those.”
She frowns. “Not one of those. They’re too…”
I lean in. “Too what?”
I feel Nightmare leaning in too, eager to know what she’ll say.
Chelsea drags her teeth over her bottom lip.
Nightmare moans.
Finally she says, “They’re too beautiful.”
Onbeautiful,she glances at me, timid, unsure, and I nod and quietly reply, “Yes, they are.”
The air around us is charged, and the urge to lean in and tuck a strand of hair behind her ear is overpowering. I’m about to lift my hand when she hitches a brow.
“The ball?”
“Yes.” I clap my hands. “The ball. Let’s do it.”
I offer my hand, and she slides hers over mine, this time without hesitating. The moment we touch, I know this is going to be different. We’re not in public. We’re not holding back. And our magic has only gotten more reactive since that first touch.
Thanks to me,Nightmare chimes.
I ignore him and for a split second I consider pulling away. Warning her.
But then I feel her magic and the pull is so seductive I let go.
I release some of my power, and I feel hers slowly come to attention, touching mine, brushing across it tentatively, asking it to be gentle.
My magic replies by taking its time to wrap around hers, cocooning it, and Chelsea’s power allows this before sliding out and winding with mine.
Nightmare, are you doing this?There’s no answer.Nightmare?
Her golden-light magic and my darkness fuse as one, and I feel it all the way to my toes. But more than that, I feel it in my core. Blood rushes to every part of me, arousal hitting me like a physical blow. This is different. It’s more intense than anything I’ve felt.
What are you doing?I ask it, but it doesn’t reply.
Chelsea looks up at me, and her cheeks are bright pink, her lips parted, her pupils blown.
Nightmare, you’ve got to stop.
I’m not doing this! Her magic is pulling. Besides, do you really want it to stop?it asks, moaning with pleasure.
Is that a lie? The truth? Before I can ask it another question, my cock hardens fully. My testicles tighten.
