Page 10 of Elora and the Crow

She stumbled away as the man jumped out of bed and whooped loudly. “Holy fuck, you did it!”

She shrieked when he ran across the room and picked her up, hugging her tight and whirling her around until she pounded on his back. He set her down and cupped her face, his eyes wide with delight. “You did it! You fucking did it, you beautiful, wonderful, amazing little witch!”

He gave her a hard, smacking kiss before letting her go and dancing around her bedroom. She backed away and reached for her ninth-grade spelling bee trophy on the bookshelf near the bathroom door. She raised it over her head. “Get out of my apartment, you naked dancing weirdo.”

The man stopped dancing. “Elora, it’s me.”

Elora didn’t want to stare at his naked body. She especially didn’t want to stare at his dick. But it was kind of hard not to when he had the abs of a bodybuilder and the dick of a porn star.

The man either didn’t notice or didn’t care that she was staring at his dick. He put his hands up in an ‘I’m perfectly sane and not at all dangerous’ gesture and said, “Elora, it’s me. Lilianna.”

Shock washed over her in a tidal wave, and she sagged against the wall, her trembling legs no longer able to support her weight. “Lilianna?”

He nodded. “Yes. The spell worked, little Elora. You’ve turned me back.”

“I, but you… you’re a boy,” she said.

He grinned. “You noticed.”

Her gaze dipped to his cock again, and when it visibly hardened, her cheeks went hot and scarlet. “You’re supposed to be a witch. A female witch.”

“Surprise,” he said.

She stared into those midnight dark eyes, feeling like she teetered at the edge of a deep chasm. She opened her mouth and then closed it. She opened it again, and he gave her an encouraging look. “Are you okay, little witch?”

She swallowed hard and said, “I showered with you.”

CHAPTER4

“Well, what do you think?” The man who used to be a crow came out of her bedroom and did a little twirl with his arms held wide.

He wore a pair of Cece’s pajamas that she’d left at Elora’s. Cece was tall and curvy, but the pink cotton tank top still stopped halfway down his midriff, revealing those ridiculous abs and a highly distracting trail of dark hair below his belly button. The matching cotton shorts clung to his thick thighs and his crotch as a rampant reminder that the guy was packing the biggest dick Elora had ever seen.

“I don’t usually wear pink, but I think I can pull it off, yeah?” he said.

“I think you look ridiculous, but it’s better than you being naked,” she said.

“Well, that’s hurtful, but I know you’re still in shock, so I’ll let it go,” he grinned.

She backed away when he walked toward her, putting the wooden altar between her and him as he grabbed the top of the kitchen doorway and - holy fuck - did a few pull-ups. She didn’t know what to stare at - the bulging biceps that lifted him effortlessly or his cotton-clad, absolutely perfect, tight ass.

He dropped to the ground, and she blinked when he did ten push-ups before bouncing back to his feet. He stared at his hands and then his feet with undisguised delight. “Fuck, I’ve missed my fingers and toes.”

Elora clung to the altar, still not entirely certain she wasn’t dreaming or hallucinating. Maybe the spell she’d tried last night had fried her brain, and now she was in some weird coma. That could be a possibility, right?

Not that she wanted to be in a coma, but it was preferable to the alternative of realizing that not only had she been naked many, many times in front of the very hot man currently doing sit-ups in her living room, but she’d also shared with him her deepest fears and disappointments, and her silliest hopes and dreams. Lilianna had been a good listener, and Elora had never once considered that she was sharing such intimate thoughts not with a fellow witch but a… a… muscled hottie of a man trapped in a crow’s body.

“I’m in a coma,” she said in a low voice. “Please, goddess, let me be in a coma.”

“You’re not in a coma,” the man who used to be a crow said cheerfully as he jumped to his feet and walked over to her. “This is real, little Elora. You broke the spell.”

“I broke the spell,” she said.

“Fuck, yeah, you did,” he held his fist up, and she stared blankly at it before tapping it with her fist.

She cleared her throat. “Why didn’t you tell me you were a guy?”

“How could I?” he asked.

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