Page 20 of Spellbound & Speechless
“Please…” I writhe beneath him.
He lets out a moan, intense pleasure vibrating through me as he buries his face in my heat, his tongue pressing against my sensitive bundle. I wanted it the moment I sawhim—wantedthis. It’s easy to acknowledge when his tongue laps against my clit.
There’s a desperation in each lick, as though he’s been waiting for it, too. He thrusts against the bed, chasing his release without a single touch. My taste and smell are enough to send him over the edge.
“Aspen…” My name is a growl in his rough, agonizing voice. The sound cuts me up and splits me open, my legs spreading wider. He presses his face closer, moaning as his lips wrap around my clit.
“Yes... yes…”
Fireworks fill my vision.
A dog barks.
Wait… a dog barks? My eyes open wide, and I look around the room wildly. Bright sun shines into my face. Sounds from downstairs flow into my bedroom. A happy Timber, barking for attention. The clink of dishes. The sound of someone laughing—Laurel, I think.
A dream. It was all a dream.
Why am I dreaming about him?Goddess. I need to have sex soon, don’t I? Good, mind-shattering sex. That will be hard to find in Starbrook; I already know everyone here.
There is a soft tapping against my window.Erie, my dove familiar. That’s a message from the goddess herself, confirming what I already know to be true.
It’s been too long since I’ve had someone to make me come. I’ll have to do something about that soon, but other things are on my mind now. More important things, I would say, considering the attack on my sisters.
At least I was here for it. I wasn’t supposed to be at the bar last night, and there’s nothing I can do to help, but I would rather be here than hiding in New York. My sisters may need me, and I certainly needthemon a day like today.
Having my familiar around will help, too.
I rise from my bed and open the window enough for Erie to fly in.
“Where were you when I needed you?” I click my tongue. “You had me worried that you were waiting at the motel. Silly dove.”
She coos, and I scratch her neck, my gaze softening. At least one thing from my old life remains. My familiar is home, and the relief is great enough to chase away the strangeness of my dreams…
For now.
He followsme throughout the day. Okay—not really. That would be weird, but itfeelslike I’m still in bed with him… and it shows. If I was distracted at work before, that’s enhanced by a thousand, and I don’t care. It’s a Sunday morning. Who comes into a bar on a Sunday morning?
Apparently, a few people do—the brunch crowd, as I call them. A group of women drink bottomless mimosas, and there are a few men in a corner eating fish and chips while they talk about… whatever older men chatter on about. I don’t care; I tune them out whenever I pass by.
Other than that, it’s a quiet day. There are no attacks or problems—unless you count me spilling potions. Potion spills can be disastrous, but the bottles we keep behind the bar are safe.
I yelp as the cool liquid splashes on my hand, and I set the glass bottle on the bar.
“You’re a wreck,” Laurel says. “What’s going on with you today?”
I shoot her a sideways look. “You don’t want to know.”
She leans in, her eyes sparkling. “I definitely want to know. What are you keeping from me? Huh?”
Laurel and I have been getting along better after our last heart-to-heart. I shouldn’t be so desperate to get on her good side, but… if telling her some gossip does that, who am I to get between sibling bonding? Our nosy natures may be the one thing we have in common.
“I…” I clear my throat. “I had a dream about Mac.” The words come out all at once, quick and muttered.
She gasps. “The hunky werewolf?”
“I suppose that isoneway to describe him.”
Macisthe hunky werewolf, but I’m unhappy with him. He may have danced with me once, but after that, he went right back to being standoffish. Was he using me when we danced? No. I can’t imaginewhathe was using me for.
