NaomiI stared a little unsure, as Hilda told me some far-fetched tale. Still, I listened, not wanting to be rude. I was certain if I cut her off, then she would refuse my request. “What does this have to do with … me?” she smiled shrewdly, tilting her head to the side as I light breeze flittered through the porch. I eyed my lemonade, my throat feeling dry, before I decided to be brave enough to take a sip. After the way she frightened me to death, I was certain if she wanted to do something to me, she wouldn’t simply poison me with lemonade.I took a sip; the bubbles tingling my tongue as the sweet cloudy drink trickled down my throat. It was surprisingly good. “There is a rumour of a coven having been marked for darkness. The only way to cure a rogue bite is to kill the rogue whose venom runs in their veins. What makes this tricky is … you need to know what the wolf looks like in human form. But all rogues have a scent.” She wrinkled my nose at me as I shuffled in my seat. I wasn’t

NaomiGoddess, this was a dangerous game. I was certain the spell had gone as I felt more control in my actions rather than feeling as if Cal was the one pulling the strings, but that didn’t stop my body from hungering for the same result. We wanted Cal, and we wanted him badly.My head swam with all the questions I wanted answers to. I needed to word them carefully, but so far my plan to use Cal’s spell against his was working. I squirmed against him, making sure I rubbed against his cock just right. His eyes heated men could be so predictable I should have tried this from the start. I suppressed the smirk threatening to show on my face. I was sure he would catch on to what I was doing in that case and I needed his guard still lowered. I let out a soft moan, not entirely forced, but it seemed to do the trick.“What exactly is this favour?” I asked softly, whilst stroking one finger up and down his chest. He pushed me back into the wall, caging me in his need for me growing. I could s

NaomiI didn’t know what to make of the ritual. After what Hilda and Cal had told me, I know something wasn’t adding up. I knew I had to make a decision soon - stay here with them or leave with only a handful of cash to my name. The thought of having nowhere else to go filled me with dread and desperation. My hand shook as I counted the crumpled bills in my pocket, realising it would only cover a night or two of shelter at best. After that, I had no idea where I would go. But for now; it was my only option.I weighed my options, tapping my foot nervously as I looked between Cal and the bustling tavern. If I accepted his offer to complete the ritual, I would regain my wolf. But that also meant trusting his coven, a group of powerful witches and warlocks who held their own secrets and motivations. And even with my wolf back, I would still be a rogue without a pack or territory to call home. As I considered my next move, a plan forms in my mind - one that could buy me some time before ma

Calyx“I only belong to Calyx.” Her words tumbled out of her mouth in desperate gasps as I pressed my body against hers. The scent of sex filled the air, mingled with the musky aroma of arousal. I could feel the heat radiating from her core as she begged for me to take her. With a growl, I thrust into her wetness, our bodies fitting together perfectly like two puzzle pieces. The scent of sex filled the air, mixing with the heady aroma of our arousal. Her back arched, and she moaned loudly as my length stretched her out. She clung to the bedsheets, unable to control the pleasure coursing through her. Our eyes locked and I could see the desire burning in hers as I continued to pound into her relentlessly.My hands roamed up her body, squeezing and caressing her breasts before cupping her face. The taste of her skin was like sweet honey on my tongue as I trailed kisses down her neck and chest. Our noses brushed as I used my fingers to tease her clit. Her moans and whimpers drove me wild,

CalyxThe drive back to the Chaos Coven was a blur of trees and streetlights. My hand rested on the gearshift, feeling Naomi’s emotions buzzing like a live wire. Anger, confusion, and fear seemed to fight for dominance as she gazed out the window, her dark brown eyes fixed on the barren landscape whizzing by. A heavy silence filled the car, broken only by the occasional sigh that escaped her lips. I couldn’t help but feel a sense of relaxation now that she was bonded to me, but I also wondered what was going through her mind. Was she regretting our connection? Or simply lost in thought?I led her to the bedroom, making sure she was settled and comfortable. The full moon was only a few days away, and I wanted her to be well-rested for our upcoming ritual. I suggested we enjoy some afternoon pleasure, but she declined, citing soreness from our bonding night. Guilt washed over me as I remembered how roughly I had handled her. Next time, I promised myself, I would use my magic to heal her