Page 34 of Tricky Magic
Ros rolled over, cursing his confusing emotions, and got out of bed. As he headed toward the bathroom to shower, Garm appeared. As the hound stepped out of the shadows, he was eye level with Ros’ extremely hard and angry erection.
Cheese and rice, put that thing away! What the Hel, boy?the hound yelled in Ros’ head. He quickly turned and trotted toward anywhere that wouldn’t have a boner in his face.
“Sorry, mutt! Just a little morning wood,” he said to his familiar’s back.
That thing is not little, and that is way more than morning wood. Get your shit together,Garm shouted.
Ros shook his head and got ready to stand under the cold jet of water, dispelling any thoughts of the way he loved the aggression from that witch. He would have to talk with Garm and figure out what type of powers she possessed. It had been too long since he’d witnessed that kind of strength from someone so small.
After thirty minutes of cold water, thinking about the way a dybbuk demon smelled, Garm in a bikini, Sam in a bikini, and a number of other things, his cock was only slightly hard, and he was ready for the day.
Ros headed straight for the library in search of a book and passed Garm, who was sunning by the large windows, looking exhausted.
What are you looking for?he asked, lifting his head and watching Ros skim his vast collection of new and old books.
“I had an interesting encounter with our neighbor the other night. There is a book that may have a reference to the type of magic she used,” Ros replied.
Interesting encounter? Did she use some special magic in the bedroom?Garm asked, sounding almost bored, and laid his head back down on the pillow he was using.
“No, she kicked my ass and used an illusion to distract me,” he said, still looking for the small leather-bound book.
She seriously didn’t kick your ass. Did she?Garm challenged.
“I mean, yes and no. I let her kick my ass.” This enticed the hound enough to leave one of his favorite spots. He got up and walked over to where Ros was looking at the bottom shelves of his many bookcases. Finally, his fingers found it. The book was in the old language and about two hundred years old. “Found it.”
That explains the angry boner this morning,Garm said with a deep chuckle.How long has it been since a female caught your eye?
“I don’t even remember, but her magic…” Ros said while a smile formed on his lips. “The illusion wasn’t a spell. I didn’t see her conjure it or cast anything. It was simply there, like my shadows. I didn’t even realize it until I smelled the actual witch behind me.”
Hel, are you going to make it? What are you thinking about right now?Garm asked.
“Citrus, something soft, and how hard she kicked me in the balls.” His smile grew wider.
Gross. I bet you deserved it. Do you want me to keep an eye on her while you get your head right? You are creeping me out more than usual,the hound said, looking over Ros’ face with mock concern.
“No, I got this. I’m not done with her yet.” He flipped through the book, mumbling “illusion” over and over under his breath as he searched for the reference. “Here it is. The deceiver, a witch who creates to meld past and present, to hide, allude, and render destruction. Last known appearance: 1689, Newhope.”
We are way past 1689,the hound pointed out.
“I know. There has to be other references,” he said while looking up at his books, his brows scrunching in confusion. “I’ll head to Ag’s later today and see if she can find something.”
I don’t remember any deceiver witches. What did her power feel like?
If Garm didn’t know about deceiver witches, how could Ros hope to learn anything about them? Garm was as old as time; he’d come into the world when the Gods still walked the earth. If he didn't remember them, how could anyone? Contacting anyone in his family about Ellea was out of the question. Garm nudged him, and Ros remembered he had asked a question.
“Fucking strong, and angry. It pulled at my powers. I could feel it under her skin, and the illusion seemed to have a mind of its own. It’s some tricky magic.” He closed his eyes to let the vision wash over him. A smile crept onto his face. “She was physically strong too. You should have seen the way she punched me.”
His smile quickly turned to a frown as he felt his pants getting tighter at the mere thought of her. The hound moved away from him, disgusted.
You males are run by your dicks and small brains. It’s disturbing.Turning his back on Ros, he headed back to his sunning spot.
He looked down at his pants and actually agreed with the hound.
“My dick and small brain are going for a swim. I’m just as annoyed as you are,” he said, leaving the book on the desk as he headed out the door.
Leaving his clothes behind, he headed toward the lake. A new thought formed in hissmall brain,and he smiled. Maybe the witch was home and could also be disturbed by him. Might as well have some fun while he figured out what to do with her.
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