Page 64 of April's Fool
I tightened the hold I had on Mori’s length, making him moan and rock faster.
“Damon!” Mori cried as he came all over me. He spread his cum over my stomach with a gleam in his eyes. “Mine.”
“Yes!” I shouted with the last of my air as I filled him and blacked out.
Best way to trainwas my final thought as I faded into unconsciousness.
Wicked Witch
Amorandes
It gave me immensepleasure to be the one making my lover pass out after amazing sex. I don’t know what it was about Damon in particular. Maybe it was our fledgling soul bond, but no one had ever matched me as well as he did. Over my lifetime, I’d had countless lovers. Damon made them pale in comparison.
For a while I let Damon sleep, just enjoying the peace I got from being next to him. His pleasure fed me much more than a meal would, yet I was aware that Damon would need to eat soon. Using his magic would burn through his energy reserves, and I didn’t want him to lose any weight. He was perfect as he was, compact muscles, lean limbs, not an inch of body fat. My lover was gorgeous.
Before I could get turned on again, and delay his training more, I woke Damon with sweet kisses and murmured words. I adored him and wanted to keep him in bed all day, except his safety, and mine, relied on him being able to use this new magic.
We returned to the club to a lunch of deep filled sandwiches, chips, and freshly squeezed juices. Damon wolfed it all down, then stole my chips with a grin. I would have given him the world to see him smile like that.
Training was hard on him. Mentally more than physically. Adapting to having magic, being supernatural, was more difficult for him to adjust to. It helped that his family were supportive when he got a chance to break the news.
I knew their reactions wouldn’t make a liar of me. When I’d told him they would be happy, I hoped they would agree with me that Damon being a witch was a good thing. Regardless of his upbringing, with all the families that envied witches, most witches, aside from Basil, were good people who used their magic for good.
Poppy was an endless supporter of Cody, even before his heritage was unlocked. She included him in coven life. He was there to perform a blessing on baby Sage. For that alone, I was a fan of the witch. She called Damon that night before we got into bed. He put the call on speaker so I could listen easily.
“Hey, Damon. I’d like to formally invite you to become a member of the Northarbor coven. We would be blessed to have you. I’m sorry I’m not there to oversee your training personally—“
“It’s alright,” Damon interrupted. “Your baby is far more important than a newbie witch.”
“Hardly the case. Every witch is important. I can’t help but feel if Basil senior was nicer, more supportive of Basil junior—“
“Wait, my Dad is called Basil, too? As in he was so arrogant, he shared his, frankly, awful name, with his poor son? No wonder Basil is a dick. Well, maybe not a dick. I like dicks. Megalomaniac. Yeah, that.” Damon smirked as Poppy laughed.
“Accurate. I mean, dicks are fine, I just prefer—“ There was a commotion on the other side of the line.
“My wife was not about to be vulgar to the new witch she wants to join our coven. Nope. She was going to say women. This woman. Hi, I’m Zinna. Hope to meet you in person soon.”
The other voice spoke in a teasing tone, which I liked straight away. It was how deeply bonded people talked to each other. There was intimacy and so much love in it.
These two were adorable. I regretted not meeting them or speaking to them sooner. No wonder Cody had stuck around the coven with people like them. They had a warmth that was endearing.
“Poppy, Zinna, I’m really flattered you asked.”
“Please consider it,” Poppy cut in. “I know things are awkward with Thyme. Of course they are.” She sighed. “Oak has asked me to banish Thyme several times. But my gut tells me he’s important. We’re going to need everyone by the end of this.”
Poppy sounded exhausted. Not just having a young baby tired. This was soul weary tired.
“I was going to say I don’t think I’m ready yet. It’s got nothing to do with Thyme. He was stuck in a difficult position. Basil’s actions shouldn’t reflect on him.”
Damon was far wiser than I’d given him credit for.
“Okay, that’s fine. This is an open offer, okay? Hope to meet you soon!”
The call ended.
“Are you okay with this?” I asked Damon after a beat of silence.
“If I’m as powerful as Thyme thinks, then it was natural the coven would want me. If I’m going to learn how to be a…” his voice hitched, “witch, then being a part of the coven is the best choice. I just—“
