Page 14 of Forbidden Magic
The unlucky draw ruined my favorite class before it started, but I can’t afford to let him know how he affects me. Besides, the glamor will fade as I get use to his presence.
Only, I don’t want to get used to Cole. My witch’s instincts are screaming at me to run far, far away and never, ever look back.
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Fortune
“Ican’t believe you ended up with Jeremy, and I have to sit besidethat,” I motion to Cole’s retreating back, “for three whole months.”
Lydia winces in commiseration.
An icy raindrop splashes on my nose, and I lean against the main building’s wall, my jacket scratching along the brick. A puddle creeps closer and closer to my cute but totally not waterproof heeled boots. Class finished fifteen minutes ago, and we’re waiting for the torrential rain to relent. We have the whole afternoon off until I need to be at History of Magic and Lydia at Guided Studies.
“What did he say to you? You look flustered.” The purple rubber boots on her feet remind me of my mistake. The seer warned me about the rain, but I wanted to make a fashion statement.
I purse my lips together and grunt. “What didn’t he say?”
“Did he flirt?” she asks quietly.
Why the hell would Lydia get that idea? “No. He mostly warned me of my impending doom.”
“I heard they’re going to initiate us tonight.”
I roll my eyes. “Great.”
The emergency exit next to us booms open, and Lydia jumps closer to me. Melanie prances out, adjusting her skirt. Her hair is disheveled, and when Flynn skips out behind her, closing his belt buckle, a fierce blush rises to my cheeks.
“Been there, done thattwice, Mel.” He smacks her ass playfully.
She spins around and pokes his chest with a very intimidating finger. “Don’t let it go to your head, Tinker Bell.”
Flynn growls and hooks his hand around her neck, pulling her to him.
He kisses her, and strong-willed, bloodthirsty Melanie melts under his touch. Her back arches in a silent moan. With her eyes closed and her head tilted back, she looks like Flynn’s kiss is the only thing tethering her to this Earth.
Lydia and I gape.
“I can’t look away,” my friend whispers with a hint of shame.
“Me neither.”
Melanie and Flynn are still devouring each other, Flynn’s hand holding Melanie’s ass flush against his crotch. A glow emanates from both of them as though Melanie’s skin absorbed a bit of Flynn’s Fae glamor.
“This is…enlightening,” Lydia adds.
My tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth. “Mm-mm.”
“What the fuck is he doing to her?”
“No idea.”
I sort of want to find out, but I smother the impulse with a healthy dose of disgust and judgment.
Flynn chuckles against her cheek and pushes away from her. “You know what the French say.Jamais deux sans trois…” His ardent gaze falls on Lydia, then etches into me.
I’m not sure what the French words mean, but it’s a sexual innuendo of some kind.
It’s like his blue eyes can read the forbidden fantasies punctuating our heavy breaths. “Get in line, mortals. I’m not above trying one of you for size.” His index goes from me to my roommate. “Eeny… meeny… miny…” With a gleeful salute, he spins around and hurries off the opposite way.
