Page 76 of Every Shade of Shadow

The leather chair creaks under my weight as I shift, crossing and uncrossing my legs a la Basic Instinct. I’m naked, the cool air of Darkwood’s chambers still against my skin.

The Professor, my wolf, my tormentor, leans back in his chair across from me, steepling his fingers. His eyes are bright tonight—clear with intent.

In truth, I was surprised when he summoned me here tonight. It’s Sunday, still the weekend.

I spent the better part of the day in my room going over summoning spells, various interludes from the girls barging in and demanding I get out, but seeing that invitation on my bed, that familiar script…how could I refuse?

Which I think is the entire problem. I physically cannot. Darkwood’s control over me is more than mental, than a simple infatuation.

It’s magical. I’m sure of it.

"Are you ready now, little lamb, to explore the next level of power, of pleasure, or would you rather I thrash your ass?”

My breath hitches at the husky promise in his tone. "No. I mean, yes," I stumble.

“Which is it?”

“Yes, I’m ready.”

A slow smile spreads across his face, revealing a hint of teeth. "Tonight then, levitation."

“Levitation.”

I at least recall this from Gran’s grimoire.

“Indeed.” His gaze rakes over me, my pussy already wet with anticipation. "Imagine the possibilities."

I lick my lips, mouth dry. "Teach me."

Fuck me. Slap me. Treat me like your little whore.

These things and more bus through my brain. It’s surprising how deep I’ve sunk into this submission, this fantasy.

He stands and saunters over to me, caging me in with his arms on the chair. His scent—sandalwood and spice, new—envelops me. "The spell requires intense focus and concentration. As does the act that follows." His fingers trail down my neck, leaving tingling heat in their wake. "Are you willing to give me yourself entirely, little lamb.?"

I stare into his eyes, stained and heavy with need, and nod. I thought we’d already established this. "Yes."

"Good girl." His lips brush my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. "Repeat after me: Levitas Erectus."

I whisper the words, a surge of power vibrating through me. The familiar tingle of magic sparks to life, that strange stench of ionization in the air fueled by a heady mix of arousal and adrenaline. I feel the shadows swimming inside my veins, but they run straighter now, truer.

Darkwood straightens, extending a hand. "Stand up. Focus your mind on lifting me with the spell. Maintain eye contact."

I stand on trembling legs and clasp his hand. Levitas Erectus, I chant in my mind, because it’s the intent, not the actual invocation, that makes the difference. I picture him rising up as I pour my magic into the spell. Ever since our last meeting, I feel infinitely more powerful.

He lifts a few inches, then a foot off the ground, gaze locked on mine.

"Good," he rasps. "Now, imagine me moving as I please, guided by your will. Envision me caressing your body."

I lick my lips again, magic thrumming through my veins as I visualize his hands roaming over my body. He floats closer, fingers trailing down my neck. He smooths them over my breasts, and I take a shallow breath, before sparks of electricity begin to shoot through my veins. My nipples harden under his touch, a soft whimper following.

"Stay focused, witchling, or you'll lose control of the spell." His voice is strained. I realize with a shock that this is affecting him as much as me. "Tell me what you see."

I focus on the visualization. "I see you touching me," I breathe. "Your hands on my body.” I decide to go dirtier still. “Your fingers rolling my nipples, pulling, teasing." I swallow hard, nearly overwhelmed by the intensity of his gaze and the images in my mind. "Your cock,” I almost blunder at that, “hard for me, about to—"

"That's enough." He closes the distance between us and crushes his mouth to mine. The spell breaks, and he wraps his arms around me as we fall to the floor in a tangle of limbs, desire raging out of control.

His hands are everywhere, stroking over my bare skin. I moan into his mouth, arching up to meet his touch. The ache between my legs grows unbearable as he pins me to the floor, the hard length of his cock pressed against my hip.

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