Page 81 of The Magic of Betrayal
"Good girl," I soothed, stroking her hair.
“I tried to get my horns to disappear and they won’t go away, Bram. I did what you taught me and it’s not working! I can’t let my gran see me like this, it’ll break her heart! You can shift so easily, I’m frustrated,” she growled, the sound was demonic, dark, and oh so delicious.
"You have to understand that at first, it can be a little tricky to master while you're still learning. Your shift is tied to your emotions, so if you feel any kind of strong emotion, you're at risk of sprouting horns and keeping them visible until you learn self-control. This is why it's good that you're here. I can teach you all of these things and you don't have to worry about harming anyone."
"Why would I harm someone? I'd never hurt anyone." She sounded offended and slightly concerned. It was precious the way her brow furrowed and her lips pursed. I wanted to kiss those lips off her face.
"Not intentionally. Like I said, it takes a lot of self-control. Accidents happen. Everyone fucks up when they're learning, and everyone here is used to that, it's to be expected. We can't have you walking around Emerald Lakes shapeshifting or making all the old people in town float through the air with your mind," I explained, smiling down at her softly and her face twisted in horror.
"Oh shit. Do you think I'll get those powers? I might not, you know? But yes, you have to teach me everything because I would never forgive myself if I harmed someone, accidental or not," she breathed, the horror in her voice of causing someone pain just showed her innocence and her loving heart.
"Don't worry, princess. We'll work through this together. But I would be expecting powers, and several of them. Khol is extremely powerful, so I think we should pay close attention. If you feel anything new or off, tell me right away, okay?" My hand cupped her cheek and her eyes flitted to my lips, and I watched as she licked her own.
Settle it down, you dirty demon dick, it was different on her birthday because we clearly thought she was already using her fingers to get a one way trip to pleasure town! Now is not the time because we don’t have enough time, again. We're going to wait 'til she's begging for it, and then we're going to claim her for days.Sometimes, a man just needed to have a heart to heart with his cock. This was one of those times. The cheeky bastard.
But quiver me timbers, the way she's staring at me.
Nope.
Rolling away from her and out of bed, I walked over and threw open the curtains, letting the light spill into the room and hopefully, killing the mood. No way in Naryan was I gonna fuck her when she was so emotional over the others.
"Can you get some coffee for me?" she asked from behind me and I didn't turn to look at her as I power walked across the room, heading for the kitchen.
"Sure thing! Clothes for you are in the closet!" I called out, her laughter was like a siren song in the air, she knew exactly what she did to me.
Marching over to the expensive coffee machine I recently purchased, I began making her a big ass cappuccino with frothy milk. The whole nine yards for my princess. I'd had to watch about fifty Youtube videos to figure out how to operate the fucker, but now I was practically a pro at this, and I used my artistic skills to make her a beautiful picture on the top of the milk.
I smelled her before I saw her. She smelled of my favorite things, burning fire, damp soil after the rain, and that underlying vanilla, coconut, and sunshine scent that was all Goldie.Delicious.
"I thought you could just snap your fingers and get anything you wanted," she teased and I turned to her, holding the mug between both hands.
"If that worked, I would've snapped my fingers after the first time I met you in your dream, princess. But yes, usually I can, but I wanted to make this for you. Personally." I smiled, handing her the mug and when a laugh burst from her mouth, I grinned so hard my cheeks hurt.
She was staring down at the snail I'd designed, it was just a normal one this time, nothing phallic about it. But it did have little horns, just like hers.
"You're insane," she chuckled, moving to take a seat at the island.
"Never claimed to be anything else, Goldie. You like it, though," I flirted and started making my own coffee.
"Ahh, so good."
She moaned.Moaned.
My cock was hard enough to chop a tree down right now.Fuck you, Paul Bunyan.
"Glad you like it, Goldie," I rasped, adjusting myself against the cabinets.
"What are we doing today?"
"Well, after breakfast, I need to go have a meeting with my father. I've stalled for the past three days, told him that you were out of it with your powers manifesting, so I bought some time. But he wants to talk this morning. Khol will likely be there, too. He's also asked how you're doing," I confess, looking back at her to gauge her reaction to that.
"Seems a bit like bullshit, don't you think?" she asked, lifting her mug to her mouth and making an obscene noise yet again.
"It's up to you if you want to get to know him. He's obviously never been a father to anyone, and he fucked up in the way he went about getting you here. We all did, princess. But talking to him a little might be good. For both of you?" I moved over to the island and sat down beside her, sipping on my own coffee.Damn, this is some good shit.
She didn't respond, just stuck her finger into the foam of her coffee and swirled it around, lost in thought.
"Do you think, is there some way I could contact my gran?" she questioned, her voice pained.
