Page 3 of Magic Pussy

His words might have been confusing to anyone else. Not her. She knew exactly what he was talking about.

“Are you telling me that they plan to use Sara, a fucking twenty-year-old, in the biggest summoning ritual of the year?”

He was joking. He must be.

Charles shrugged. "The last few years, it's my understanding that your grandma used to head the ceremony and your sister, Michelle, channeled your ancestors' power as the anchor to the spell. Now, Michelle is head of the clan, and the only White witch they have on hand is Sara, so yes. That's what I'm telling you."

Rain felt stupid for not thinking about that eventuality before, but mostly, she was pissed. Incredibly pissed.

She'd been twenty-three the first and only time she'd let her family use her that way. It had been five years prior, and she still had nightmares about it.

Rain was a lot more resilient than Sara. Her powers had started at nine years old, and by twelve, she could control some of it. Sara hadn't possessed any magic until she'd been seventeen; she was still trying to understand it.

Anchoring might kill the kid, or drive her insane.

“No,” she said, practically growling. “You’re not here for Sara. You haven’t been sent by her. You’re delivering Michelle’s threat. I come home, or she uses our sister, is that it?”

Charles didn’t display one iota of remorse. “That’s about the gist of it, yep. Do you mind if I take a nap before heading back? I had a long night.”

The Scent

Today was going to be weird, Luke knew that for a fact. Weirder than the average day for a Scottish cheetah shifter living with a bunch of American psychos.

Actual psychos. Nothing pleased his alpha female more than the prospect of a good hunt when she was allowed to kill something at the end of it. If bloodshed wasn't on the menu, Aisling Wayland-Cross—Ace, for short—pouted something fierce. As for his alpha male? He was a sabertooth tiger. Seriously, a sabertooth. It was as terrifying as it sounded.

Luke often wondered how that was even possible. The animal had been extinct for like, what, ten thousand years? Most shifters he knew transformed into a version of wild animals that could be found in nature.

Although, if one was to believe the rumors, there were a few dragon shifters around.

Luke always believed the rumors. It was dangerous not to.

Then, there was a seer kid who delighted in looking at him with horror-filled eyes, like she'd foreseen his death by disembowelment, until he yelled, “What? What! I’m going to die today, is that it?” Hsu inexorably started to giggle and ran away.

The little devil.

There also was a witchy teenager, a toddler who could already shift, and did so every other minute, plus a whole bunch of fated mate pairings who proudly displayed ethereal marks on their skins; tattoos that were slowly expanding, starting at their mating marks and slithering along their limbs.

The average day in Lakesides wasn't exactly what one would call ordinary, but in the year he'd spent as part of the Wyvern Pride, he'd gotten used to everyone and their quirks.

His definition of weird had changed considerably.

Still, Luke knew that today would qualify, because she was coming.

Rain Phillips.

The most delicious five-foot-six woman, with curves for days and dark smoldering eyes with a thousand secrets. She was trouble. The very definition of it.

All right, that wasn't exactly fair. Generally, she arrived right after trouble and played a significant part in making it go away. And it wasn't like there was chaos on her tail every time she showed her face or anything; she'd visited them quite a few times without causing, or having to clear up, any messes. But for all that, Luke always tensed whenever he was told that she was on her way.

The woman was one of the most powerful human witches he'd ever encountered. He'd met scions. He'd met vampires. The occasional demon fiend. They were something else, alright. But Rain was a hundred percent human, and yet, her magic felt like theirs.

A typical witch, who used ancestral or elemental magic, could only do so much before they passed out. He'd seen Rain complete boundaries around the entire town without breaking a sweat. That wasn't normal. She wasn't normal.

“What the bloody hell are you?” he'd asked a few months back, eyes narrowed.

Her eyes had snapped to him, and she'd shot him that smile. The one that made his dick push against his zipper, demanding attention.

"That was a little insulting, but I'll let it slide because your voice makes my lady bits tingle. Say something."

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