Page 124 of The Omega's Bloodline: Part One

“Its own sort of magic?”

“Yeah.” Her voice came out all sweet and breathy.

“Haru and I can let you have time with your panthers again tonight. Or I can leave Haru if you’d like to play with him, considering he and Seth have gotten close?”

Her skin against mine sparked with heat, and the spike of arousal burst even stronger this time.

I laughed softly. “Precious, what’s going on in that little head of yours?”

“I’ve only thought about Seth with me before.”

“Do you like the idea of him and Haru?”

Logan nodded shyly.

“What about you and Haru?”

Her skin sparked again and I slid my palm up her arm to cup the back of her neck. “What about you and me?”

Her eyes were wide and luminous, the sensation of her power like fizz beneath my fingers. As if I were drawn by a magnet, my mouth descended against hers, sparks rippling through myveins. Far more hunger than was appropriate for the library coursed through me. I licked into her mouth and backed her up against the shelving, my other hand sliding into her hair, craving that strange feeling of her magic bubbling out, and the intoxication of knowing it was because of me.

“Mistress?” I froze at Margaret’s voice, the tips of my fingers sporting claws that scraped gently against Logan’s skin, making her shudder, that damn scent like a cloud around me that wanted me to take her right here.

I forced myself to step back. “Yes, Margaret?”

“I’m so sorry to interrupt, but you said to let you know the moment I heard from someone. One of the witches replied already.”

If the interruption had been for anything less important, I would’ve told Margaret to fuck off so I could focus on undoing Logan in the stacks, but alas, some things were more important than my libido.

I pulled the blushing Logan out with me to read the reply email. A French witch named Amelie was our first respondent. She had left her phone number. I had Margaret forward the message to my phone and brought Logan back to my suite so we could get started on her education. Her panthers were instantly on high alert as we entered, both relaxing when they realized it was us.

“Hello, panthers.” I took it as progress that Caden didn’t snipe at me and had relaxed so quickly.

I passed Logan my phone, and she held her breath, pressing the call link in the email and waiting for Amelie to answer. I paced to work off my nervous energy.

We waited for four agonizing rings before a witch with a blonde pixie cut came onto the screen. “Hello there! Are you the baby witch?”

“Yeah, that’s me,” Logan replied.

“Lovely to meet you. I’m Amelie. Why don’t you give me more information about the situation and then I’ll see how I can best help?”

So Logan did just that.

“You don’t know what line you’re from and why it was bound?”

“Nope. That’s part of why I’m trying to track down Anya.”

Amelie nodded thoughtfully. “How old did you say you were?”

“Thirty-four.”

“Have you had your first heat yet?”

“Mywhat?!”

“Your heat. Witches live so long that we’re not fertile all the time; otherwise we would overrun the world. Usually the first heat will kick in around thirty-five and then every decade or so after that.”

Logan looked desperately pale. Her panthers leaned closer, and Amelie waved to them both.

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