Page 36 of Dewitched

“Wherever you want,talei.”

At first, it had made him feel a little guilty when Fenix said things like that. He didn’t need to be spoiled or always given his way. He had quickly come to realize, however, that his mate didn’t typically have a preference, and he truly enjoyed making him happy.

Besides, the guy made a thousand decisions in any given day. If he wanted Owen to be in charge of their leisure time, he would gladly accept the challenge.

“Hmm, let’s go this way. There’s something I want to do.”

Now that he had been essentially de-witched, he no longer needed to worry about drawing attention to himself. He didn’t have to melt into the shadows and pretend not to exist. Sadly, he couldn’t do much about his wardrobe since he’d only brought plain, boring clothes.

He could, however, do something about his hair.

“What color will you choose?” Fenix asked when he realized the direction they were headed.

“Pink.”

Iliana looked stunning in her rainbow locks. A small part of him had been insanely jealous at the time, but only because he had thought he could never have that again. Now that it was possible, he could try something new, but he really wanted to reclaim what he’d lost.

His neon pink mohawk had been edgy and fun, and he wasn’t too proud to admit he had shed a few tears when he’d shaved it. He had a lifetime to go through the entire color wheel, but right then, he wanted the comfort of familiarity.

Although he didn’t want to use magic himself, when utilized correctly, it was kind of amazing. What would have taken him close to an hour by traditional means had taken the pretty mage barely over a minute.

“What do you think?” he asked his mate once he had finished and paid, including a generous tip.

He had foregone any styling, deciding to let his hair grow naturally and choose a new cut later. Still, he loved the bright bubblegum pink, and he particularly liked how she had left steaks of his natural platinum hair to add depth.

“It suits you.”

Owen frowned. He hadn’t expected the guy to swoon and fawn, but a little more enthusiasm might have been nice.

“You hate it.”

Hooking his finger into the collar of Owen’s sweater, Fenix tugged him closer. “You are absolutely stunning, and I want to strip you naked and lick every inch of your body. So, unless you plan to get real comfortable with public indecency—”

“I get it,” Owen interrupted, his cheeks flaming as he looked around to see if anyone else had heard. “I, uh, forgot something in the cabin.”

Fenix released him and stood upright with a smirk. “What might that be?”

“Umm…” Fuck, all the blood had drained to his cock, making it impossible to be clever or witty. “My glasses.”

“You don’t wear glasses anymore.”

“I really need my glasses.”

“Well, then, I guess we better get them.”

“Yes. Please and thank you.”

When he turned to head out of the castle, however, Fenix grabbed him and crushed him against his chest. In the next instance, everything went black, the air was squeezed from his lungs, and intense pressure throbbed in his temples.

The uncomfortable sensation lasted only for a heartbeat, and when it ended, he blinked his eyes open to find himself standing inside their cabin.

“Neat trick.”

“Oh, I have plenty more.”

He placed his hands on top of Owen’s shoulders, then gently caressed down his arms. Owen gasped when he felt his mate’s palms against his bare skin, and he glanced down to see his clothes fading away into nothingness.

Damn, he could really get used to this.

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