Page 23 of Spirit Witch

Sex wasn’t something I’d thought a lot about when I first arrived at Westwood.Of course, after I found my roommates, and they in turn found their soulmates, it had been steadily growing in my mind.More and more, I craved what they had.

Someone to love, who loved me back.

Someone who wanted me and was dedicated to a relationship with me.

Orphans were notoriously and rightfully commitment-phobes.Chalk it up to abandonment issues.But instead of being shy of connecting with someone on that level, I felt like it was all I ever wanted.At least, ever since I woke up in that hospital feeling like my heart had been torn in half.

“So warm, Nizhoni.Are you wet for me already?”he growled, taking liberties with my body I’d never permitted.

At least, I didn’t know if anyone else had ever taken them.Truth was, while I dreamed about having a mate, I never considered whether I’d actually had sex before or with who.Anytime I tried to remember something in particular, the pain was usually too great to continue.So, no, I didn’t recall having sexual exploits.But right then, while Judge kissed, touched, and worked me into a frenzy, something seemed to click into place.

“Oh gods,” I moaned as he slowly slid into my welcoming body, pressing forward, inch by inch, until he was completely absorbed inside my warm, wet, and willing flesh.

“Nizhoni,” he groaned, like it was both painful and ecstatic to be seated so deep within me.

Truth was, it felt better than anything I had ever experienced.But more than that, it feltfamiliar.

“Judge!”I cried out, my hands grasping at his shoulders when he seemed to grow larger and harder inside me.

“You can take me, Nizhoni.You were meant to take me,” he growled into my ear breathlessly, holding still as if waiting for a signal from me.

I cupped his cheeks then, pulling him toward me and lifting my face so I could kiss him firmly on the mouth.I wanted him badly.More than I wanted my next breath, but I didn’t know how to tell him.So, I showed him instead, rolling my hips, rocking against him, until he couldn’t hold still any longer.What started out slow and steady soon became fierce and urgent, a need so dire I thought I would die of it.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, loving the crush of his weight against me.His body flexed with every move, and admiration for him grew and grew.

Gods, he was beautiful.

I ran my hands up his arms, trailing my fingertips across his tattooed skin, admiring, and coveting him at the same time.

So fucking beautiful.

Judge held me so tight, grinding into me as if he was searching for something.Then he found it and I moaned a deep guttural sound.He found that secret spot deep inside, hitting it just right with every piston of his hips, like I somehow knew he had before.Pleasure spiraled throughout my body, inside my very veins, at his careful ministrations.

I knew him then.Knew we’d done this before.My dream boy lover was more than that.He was my actual lover.The memories were still foggy, my past hidden.But my body recognized his, and my heart cried out for a connection I knew we shared.

“Calon,” I whispered, not knowing what it meant, but knowing in my soul it was right.

Judge growled, his entire body freezing.Then, he lost all control, rearing up and slamming into me over and over again.He whispered things in a language I couldn’t understand, but I welcomed the words, loving the way they wrapped around my heart as surely as he was wrapped around my body.Our energies mingled.My magic had always been so elusive to me, but now it seemed to pulse and move, as if called by our physical connection.

I opened my mouth in a silent scream as my entire body seemed to implode in on itself.He was a madman then, pounding into me until I felt him swell, and with one final thrust, he spilled into my sheath, face contorted in a mix of pleasure and pain.

I felt my entire world close in on me before it exploded.Darkness dotted my vision as my mind tried to catch up with the untold pleasures my body received from his.His movements jerky as he came and came inside my depths and I held on tight, my climax still going as Judge’s roar filled the air.

All the while, he said my name.Not Enid.Nizhoni.My true name.And suddenly, I remembered.

I was hisNizhoni, and he was myCalon.

We were meant for each other.We had had one another, once upon a time.But somehow, I’d been lost to him.Unbearable pain struck my chest as I remembered the agony of being cut off from my one true mate.

My Calon, I thought, repeating the word I knew was meant for Judge.My body trembled as the memories came flooding back and I gasped, unable to comprehend it all.He looked down at me, seeming to understand as I tried to make sense of everything I was seeing as the memories played inside my mind.

Visions of us walking together in lands unlike any I had ever seen.Dreamscapes, I thought, maybe even other worlds.Moving pictures of us holding hands, practicing magic, laughing at private jokes, kissing beneath the window of a house I once lived in, watching baseball, sharing our first beers, and making love with him under a purple sky until he called out my name to the heavens, filled me until I thought my heart would burst.

I had a life before Westwood that a day ago I could barely recall, but I knew now a lot of those memories and impressions were false, forced upon me, somehow.

But now, I remembered.

I rememberedhim.Our time together before Westwood.There was more in there.More that was taken from me, same as he was taken from me.Anger and the need for vengeance rose sharply and swiftly, but for now, I relished in having myCalonback.

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