Page 32 of Soul of a Witch

A small smile curled the corner of his mouth. “It’s wise you’ve begun practicing. I assure you, I find it very difficult to ignore your voice. Even when you’re not stroking my sigil.”

Snatching my hand away from the page, I awkwardly looked away. Now that he was here, I didn’t have a clue what to do with him.

Well…that wasn’t entirely true. I certainly hadideasof what I could do with him, but they were wild, nonsensical…

“Don’t lose your nerve now.” His voice was a dark croon that made my stomach do a spontaneous backflip. “You can be far rougher with me, if you wish.”

Good God, it was suddenly so hot in here. I was practically sweating through my clothes. A thousand unbidden fantasies exploded into my brain, awkward mashups of my own dreams and the ones I’d read in books. I didn’t dare give voice to the things I wished for.

Why did my throat have to close like I was having an allergic reaction to my own desires? Had I gone so long pushing away what I wanted that having the opportunity to seize something for myself was frightening?

But Callum was patient. In fact, my hesitancy seemed to excite him more.

“Come now, Everly. Take control, or I may end up taking advantage —”

“Get on your knees.” It was the first command that popped into my racing mind, and I honestly expected him to laugh at me. But instead, this massive, clawed, fanged demon sank to the ground and knelt for me.

“Aren’t you curious?” he said. The way his lips parted around those soft words was mesmerizing. “Don’t you want to know how powerful you are?” He lowered his head, placing his palms flat upon the floor as he sat on his heels. “Don’t you want to find out how far you can command me?” My breath was throttled in my throat as he crawled toward me. On his hands and knees. “Don’t you want to see… experience…the things you can make me do?”

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My eyes were wide, and I was frozen in place, my back rigid against the chair. My magic had never been so awake, so wild, soalive.

The demon reached my feet and rose on his knees. He gripped the arms of the chair as he leaned toward me, his scent surrounding me,intoxicatingme. Iron, like blood, like smelting metal. Oakmoss, like damp earth, like a whisper of smoke on the wind. He smelled both soft and dangerous, with a wicked promise in his eyes.

But whether that promise meant pleasure or pain, I had no idea.

His lips moved, barely a sound behind his words. “What would you have me do?”

The heat rising on my cheeks quickly spread to the rest of my body. How could I ask for something when I wasn’t even sure what it was?

He shivered as I traced his sigil with my finger. His claws punctured the chair’s fabric as his grip tightened.

“Take off your clothes,” I said.

He stood up slowly, almost lazily. “As my lady wishes.”

Every muscle in his chest was defined, his shoulders thick, dark veins standing out against his pale throat. His body lookeddesigned, as if every muscle, every scar, was there with intention.

As he reached for his trousers, loosening the lacing, goosebumps prickled over my skin and I forgot how to breathe. His bulge was clear, impossible to ignore. Why did it look somassive? It had to be an illusion.

He dropped his trousers. It wasn’t an illusion at all.

“Oh…my god…that’s…”

He wasn’t wearing any underwear — why would a demon even bother? Like a fool, I’d honestly expected to be met with the sight of a very normal, at least vaguely human-like penis.

That wasnotwhat was in front of me. Not even slightly.

His shaft was thick, at least the size of my clenched fist, with a tapered head that had a swell of muscle at the base. Thick ripples ran along his length, like swollen veins. The base was bulbous, two large swells on either side of his shaft.

“You won’t fit,” I babbled. “Holy shit, there is no fucking way —”

His grin widened. “Was that your intention? To make me fit inside you?”

He was a predator built to hunt, to kill, totake. Besides the God Itself, I had never met a being as powerful as Callum.

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