Page 30 of Her Bully Alpha

She shook her head. "No, I knew about the letter but not about the meeting and the marriage. I knew I would be sent to see them."

"So, what other visions have you seen?"

She rubbed her hands together. "Lots, I've seen different people. They are never long. I've had visions of past boyfriends, sometimes seeing what our future would look like."

This caught my interest. "You could see your future with them?"

"Sometimes."

"What did you see?"

She smirked. "You don't want me to say."

"No, I do." Had she seen something from us? Had she had a vision of us together at all?

She stared at me for a moment and I watched her cheeks grow warm. "I saw my ex and I once having sex. I also saw myself giving him a blow job. It was weird watching myself."

I felt my cock tug, and I swallowed. I couldn't say anything because I was the one who told her to tell me. But I hadn't thought she would have those kinds of visions.

I stared at her, thinking about how hot the space had felt when we were in the kitchen. It was starting to feel like that now, and I wondered if sex was a part of how Sam's magic was pulled out.

I quickly tried to push the thought off because I was supposed to be helping Sam not getting horny. She was telling me details about her life, opening up, and the last thing she needed was me not taking it seriously.

She tilted her head to the side. "You got quiet. I said too much, didn't I?"

I frowned, shaking my head. "No. Sorry, I was just thinking."

"About?"

I remained quiet for a moment, and she frowned. "You have to tell me. You can't stare at me like that and not tell me."

I shoved my hands into my pocket. "Have you ever....felt the way you felt the other day with these guys in the past?"

She raised an eyebrow at me. "What do you mean?"

I didn't want to just come out and say she looked like she had wanted me to bend her over and bang her on the counter, but she had lust in her eyes that day. She wanted me just as badly as I wanted her. Had she felt that with the past guys?

"What if….sex is the way to get your magic out?" I waved a hand. "Like an orgasm."

She sat there stunned for a moment, and I knew this was territory we needed to tread lightly. "I'm assuming you've done it before….seeing as you've watched yourself give a guy a blow job. Have you ever smelt cinnamon afterward? Have they ever made you orgasm?"

She looked like a deer in headlights, and I suddenly wished I could take the words back.

"I… I'm just trying to think everything over."

"I understand that….and considering how it happened, it's an understandable conclusion."

"I'm just thinking," I quickly added. I didn't want her to think I was just hard up and wanted to get laid. I was trying to think of any aspect we could about this, and I didn't know much about magic to begin with.

"I'm just trying to think of everything we can….how to get this to come out." I sighed. "Understand I'm trying to learn. I want to know how this works because I know it's different for everyone."

She nodded her head. "I know. And I understand."

I felt my cock ache now, and I prayed it wasn't sticking up. Honestly, that was the last thing we needed right now.

"So, you think sex would be how to pull it out?"

I nodded. "Possibly, sex is a pretty powerful thing. People lower their inhibitions and let go during...those moments." I took a deep breath in. "It's just a thought. We can keep practicing with the glass."

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