Page 248 of Castings & Curses

I was in love with the big, blond healer.

He reached his hands between my legs, and I hissed at how good he felt sliding between my slippery folds. His tongue curled around mine, plundering in time with the thick digit he slid inside my tight channel. Threading my fingers through his thick hair, I held on while he lowered me to the bed, never once stopping his sensual assault.

I bucked against him, opening my legs to cradle his hips while he traded his hand for his long, thick cock. He pushed in slowly, spreading me wide to fit his girth, and never once did the man stop kissing me.

“Fuck, sweet, you feel so good,” he grunted, pressing all the way in with a deep, guttural moan.

I was beyond words, scratching his back as he pounded into me with relentless fervor. Never before had I felt so thoroughly touched. Arlo’s passion was as insatiable as mine. I’d always been embarrassed of my neediness in the boudoir, but I was so owning that part of me now.

Thank the Goddess, Arlo was the kind of man who did not need to be in control all the time. After one blissful threshold was met, he took me to another, higher one, and even better, he welcomed it when I rolled us over, riding him reverse cowgirl until stars exploded behind my eyes.

“Fuck. Sweet, you own me,” he grunted, cupping my sex, and flicking my clit as he lifted my hips and slammed them down again. “Take it. Take me. Sweet, my sweet Jade,” he grunted, arching up and filling me with warmth.

I was on the pill, not worried about pregnancy, and our magic was such that STDs were not something we worried about in our world. Hours later, and fully sated, Arlo remained in bed with me, his arms encircled my body in a lasting embrace that made my toes curl and my chest squeezed tight.

Questions filtered into my brain. I wanted to ask him what this meant, what I meant to him, but that would ruin the moment, and to be honest, that was something I could not even fathom. Right there and then, I felt more complete than I ever had, and it was all because of Arlo Glenn. Maybe I could push aside my questions for the night and just relish the moment.

Already decided, I snuggled further into his arms, loving the feel of his strong body wrapped around mine. His tender hands gentled, rubbing my skin, and I melted into his touch. It was like he knew I adored being petted and loved on, and even in his completely sated state he was determined to deliver what I wanted, what I craved.

Had a man ever paid so much attention to my wants and needs?

Not hardly.

I’d thought it before, but now I was certain I loved this man. I was totally and completely head over heels. Whether he felt the same remained to be seen, but I was naïve enough to have faith in that. I might not be the most powerful witch of room 563W, but I was damn loveable.

He stayed the entire night, woke next to me the next day with his impressive sex hard against my thigh as sunlight filtered in through the gauzy curtains. I had class that morning, but I did not care if I was late.

Arlo grinned as he kissed my shoulder, then my breast, and my belly. He slid down the bed, draping my thighs over his broad shoulders as he sipped from my sex, lavishing so much attention I couldn’t stop my moaning if I tried.

Why bother?

I’d already cast asilencing spellso no one outside the room could hear us.

I rocked my hips against his mouth as my first orgasm hit me. I knew it was the first because so far, Arlo had not failed to deliver in that department. The second the first ripple started, he moved up my body, fitting his hips to mine as he pressed deep inside my core. He held his magnificent cock still, just feeling my pleasure squeeze around him as if he couldn’t get enough of it, of me.

Then he started moving, and I lost track of all rational thought. Something was different this time as we moved in unison together. Arlo’s emerald gaze never wandered from mine, and I felt a pull I could hardly describe with words. We were completely bare to each other, arms and legs, feet, hands, touching every possible way.

He lowered his head, kissing me, and Goddess, it was fantastic. Emotion poured through me, and I felt my magic rise to tangle with the cool blue and warm orange power that was an innate part of him. Tendrils of that energy wound around mine, oranges and blues mixing with greens and browns—the palette of our magic.

It was beautiful.

I gasped as the tendrils heated against my skin, wrapping around us as Arlo set an impossible pace. He ground his pubis against my clit, his movements jerky and erratic as pleasure stole over the two of us. This time, when I fell into ecstasy, he was right there with me. Our magic tightened its hold, heating and bonding us in ways I’d never imagined possible. Before I could stop myself, the words slipped out.

“I love you.”

“My sweet Jade,” he replied, his smile brilliant as he cupped my face and kissed me hard.

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Two days had passedsince that first night after we’d opened up the rest of 563W, and Arlo had not stayed again. He was working a double shift at the infirmary, and I felt bad knowing he’d gotten little to no sleep during that forty-eight hour period.

After he finished work, Arlo messaged me. He’d gone back to crash at his place and would see me later. I was disappointed he didn’t come straight to me, but I understood. It was just, well, a girl might feel a little self-conscious when a man didn’t call after they’d been intimate, and she’d kinda sorta shouted her love for him out loud.

Totally normal to be anxious, right?

“He didn’t say it back,” Mabe unhelpfully pointed out as I walked with her to my first class.

We were all intent on keeping her secret, but that meant making sure she blended in. Mabe had her own lessons to attend and, as unlikely as it seemed, she was determined to excel. The former bad girl witch was taking her stuff seriously. Maybe it was because she felt time running out.

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