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When she finally stops clenching around him, she hops off him, turns around, and kneels in front of him again. She takes him back in her mouth, licking her come from his dick in the process. This sight alone could make him come again.
“Holy fucking shit, you are so hot with my dick inside you.”
“It’s a good thing I like your dick inside me, then,” she says before continuing to suck. He’s instantly hard. “Looks like you’re ready to go again,” she says, winking at him. She stands up and puts a hand out to him. “Let’s try your bed this time.”
He stands and picks her up so she has to wrap her legs around him. He doesn’t make it three steps before shoving his cock inside her, eliciting a “Fuck, yes!” from her. He carries her to his room while she starts grinding into him.
Yes, he could get used to this.
CHAPTERTWENTY-FIVE
Petra
The week goes by quickly, the days mixing with nights. Petra spends afternoons with Gammy, learning more about the council and how it functions. While she’d seen some of what Gammy does throughout her life, she’d never been privy to the council’s inner workings. Having this opportunity to learn more about the role of Premier Witch from Gammy is almost as priceless as spending time with her.
Some days are more challenging for Gammy than others. She tires quickly and often needs a nap to help her get through the day. Her medications also make her feel ill and lose interest in food. Petra does her best to encourage her to eat what she can, and Lachlan makes homemade meals for her to share with Gammy. Most of it is only lightly seasoned and is meant to be gentle on the stomach, which means lots of soups and chicken with rice or mashed potatoes, as overly spiced dishes upset Gammy’s stomach, both from the taste and the smell.
Lachlan has been such a doll, helping where he can, checking in, and running errands as needed. With her spending so much time at Gammy’s lately, she worries that he is feeling a bit neglected, especially so soon into their new development as friends with benefits. However, when asked, he reassures her that she should be spending time with Gammy while she can.
Between naps, Gammy has also shown Petra new spells and potion mixes in her apothecary, sharing with her secret family concoctions and more of her family history. One afternoon, after sharing the family origin story with Petra and how the first Roses narrowly escaped the witch hunters before settling in and founding Leeside, Gammy pulls out an old leatherbound book. The family grimoire. The edges are dark and worn, the brown cover lined with age and wear from regular use, and the thick ivory-colored pages torn in places along the edge from years of use.
“Come, darling, sit,” Gammy says, moving to a side table and chair set. “Please, bring the book with you.”
Petra does as instructed, lifting the heavy tome. As she carries it to the table, she can feel the power emanating from it, stroking at her wispy magic, seeking to join it. She sits at the table, placing the priceless book between them. Gammy runs her hand along the embossed writing on the cover, her eyes taking on a far-off expression as if wading through memories.
“This grimoire has been passed down, generation to generation, upon becoming Premier Witch.” Gammy stops Petra’s protest before it can begin. “I know you are not the Premier Witch yet, but I am certain everything will work out, and this will become yours shortly. So I am passing it to you now.”
“I… I… thank you,” Petra stumbles, overwhelmed with gratitude, grief, and excitement.
The grimoire holds all of the family spells. As is common practice across many families, young witches in the family would only have access to a select few spells in a seriously abridged version. The belief was that you had to reach a certain maturity level before being able to look through the full version, as there was concern about the misuse and malpractice of younger witches. Unfortunately for the Rose family, the sign of maturity was the passing of the Premier Witch title with the previous titleholder’s death.
“You should know that upon accepting the grimoire as yours, you are bound to protect it. The responsibility should not be taken lightly. The grimoire’s magic will also join with yours, adding to the power you already possess. This means you will be stronger, your magic more potent, and your abilities will have greater reach. This will happen again when you take the Premier Witch title. When your power joins with the grimoire, it may feel a bit… funny until it fully melds together,” Gammy explains.
Overwhelmed with emotion, Petra finds it hard to find the words she needs. Saying thank you seems so insufficient. But its power connecting to hers now makes sense, given the tingle she felt when she carried it.
“Do you think I’m ready?” Petra asks uncertainly.
“Darling, you were born ready. We just had to wait for time to catch up.” Gammy smiles, taking her hand. “I would not be doing this if I did not think it was time. You may also find some answers here to help you with the final step to seal your seat at the table.”
Petra wipes an escaped tear from the corner of her eye. “I don’t know what to say.”
“Just repeat after me,” Gammy says, sitting up straighter and placing her hands on her lap.
“Ok,” Petra responds, taking a deep breath, steadying her nerves.
“I, Petra, hereby accept the Rose family grimoire as my own. I promise to protect it to the best of my ability, to keep it safe from those who wish it, or me, harm. I will keep what is written on these pages close to my heart and promise to honor it and my ancestors from this day on. May the Goddess grant me this honor.”
Petra repeats after Gammy, and as she expresses each word, she feels what starts as drops of water dripping into her pool of magic evolve into a full-blown crashing wave by the time she finishes. It takes her breath away, leaving her swimming to find the surface. When she emerges on the other side, Gammy is beaming at her with pride. The world looks sharper and edgier through Petra’s new, more powerful magical senses. She sends out a ripple of power, aiming to pick a single tulip from the garden, but instead picks the entire raised bed.
“Whoa…” is all she manages to say.
“Welcome to the grimoire,” Gammy says, pride radiating from her. “Be careful with spells for the next couple of weeks while the joining occurs. You’ll gain better control as you become more comfortable with the increased power.”
“This is wild,” Petra says, sensing the foreign force flowing through her like a river toward its source.
“Just you wait,” Gammy tells her, beaming. “The world is about to be yours, my darling granddaughter.”
CHAPTERTWENTY-SIX
