Page 26 of My Inherited House Might be Haunted

Being with him was unlike any other sexual experience I’d ever had. It felt like intense heat kept sweeping through me, a tidal wave of pleasure crashing through my system over and over again. My breath caught in my throat but I couldn’t stop kissing him. Our chemistry was so intense, sometimes I felt like sparks lit between us where our skin touched. It was a thrill like no other.

My climax built so hard and fast I barely had any warning signs before it swept through me. I arched into his arms as I came hard all over his hand, my cry of pleasure absorbed into his mouth. Blackness ate at my vision, and I honestly lost control of my body for a second. Next thing I knew, I’d collapsed against his chest, his arms wrapped tight around me. I think he came, too, as he felt warm and relaxed against me, as mellow with the afterglow of good sex as I felt.

His chest jerked with a laugh, though?

I lifted my head up to look at him, then realized the lights were out. Uh. Huh? I’d turned them on the second we came into the room.

“Did we somehow turn the lights off?” That was kind of funny. How did we even do that? We were nowhere near the light switch.

“You did, yes.” Calix’s laughter had a sort of incredulous note to it. “When you climaxed, the bulbs exploded.”

Uh...what? “They did not.”

“See for yourself.”

I tilted my torso so I could see around his shoulder. Damn. He was right. The bulbs were in pieces, with most of the glass spread out over the foot of my bed. That was going to be a mess and a half to clean up.

“How did that even happen?” Light bulbs didn’t just explode for no reason.

“Well, cutie, when a technomage like yourself loses control of your powers, things are bound to happen.”

I turned my head to stare at him. He wasn’t making sense. “A what?”

“Technomage.” He lifted his hand to brush hair off my forehead, eyes warm but also excited. “You are, without a doubt, a technomage.”

He had to be kidding.

Oh my god, he wasn’t kidding.

Thirteen

Calix

Rhett appeared stunned enough by this realization that I knew he had to sit with it a minute, maybe sleep on it, before anything started making sense. I basically took charge in cleaning us both up and getting clothes on, then took him downstairs to the kitchen. Food was best for a body in shock. I put him on a barstool at the island and made him a cup of tea, then pushed it into his hands.

It was like the warmth of the ceramic jolted him a little, and he finally started asking questions.

“How can you possibly know?”

I shrugged. “For one thing, I felt your power building before you climaxed. I didn’t expect it to go that direction, mind you. For another, it reached directly for the electricity in the room. It didn’t do anything else. The path it took tells me you must be a technomage, as any other magician’s power would have reached for a different medium.”

He nodded slowly, and I could tell his quick mind was busy absorbing this information and slotting it in somehow. Rhetttook a slow sip of the tea before setting it back down on the granite.

“Why now and not before? I’ve been around technology my whole life.”

“And likely have been using your power your entire life. You have to understand, outbursts like this aren’t the norm. It’s not like I have a fireworks show going on when I’m doing magic in my apartment. When I work, my magic comes through at a steady, even pace, and it’s channeled through directions I control. Your power has likely done the same. It’s why everything tech you touch is so easy for you to fix.”

His eyes lifted to mine, studying me. “So Robbie isn’t an idiot?”

“Oh, Robbie’s an idiot. You’re just very gifted.”

“Heh.” Rhett took another sip of tea. “Chamomile?”

“Good for relaxing and calming the body.”

“You are such a kitchen witch.”

“Guilty. Feeling better?”

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