Page 12 of Her Fierce Dragon
They broke through the woods and came to a small lake. Feno was unfamiliar with how witches wielded their powers and spells. His magic was much darker and more powerful. Witches pulled their powers from the elements.
He stood back and watched the two witches set their bags down and take items out: a large wooden bowl, a dagger, Delia’s hairbrush, and a few plants. They set up close to the water’s edge, where Willow kicked off her shoes and drew up her skirt then walked into the water. He chuckled; she exclaimed about the coldness of the water on her toes.
“You’ll need to help your mate.” Sunny came to stand by him.
“Excuse me?” Was it that obvious that Willow was his?
“I can see the way you watch her, stay near her. It’s obvious that your animal has laid claim to her. She’s a very powerful witch, and it only makes sense that her mate be someone just as powerful.”
“She doesn’t know yet,” he murmured, his eyes going back to Willow.
She was beautiful and practically glowed as she walked back onto the land and placed her bowl filled with fresh lake water on the ground near her setup.
“The spell she’s about to perform is one that’s above my level. I’ll help her as much as I can, but your power will act as a conductor and give her the strength she needs.” Sunny turned her eyes to him, but his were locked on Willow.
Feno had never disclosed to Sunny what he was. Like anyone else, she just knew he was a powerful shifter. If she had guessed it, she’d never said anything.
“What’s she trying to do?”
“She’s going to connect with her grandmother.” Sunny walked back to Willow and sat across from her on the ground.
Feno watched in awe. Willow pulled her hair into a messy bun on top of her head. She crossed her legs in front of her then lit a small fire in the dirt pit she had created between them.
“What do you need me to do?” he asked, coming to stand next to them.
“Sit on the ground behind her,” Sunny directed. “You’ll know when she needs you.”
He watched Sunny place a few of the herbs in the bowl of water. They mumbled in a language he was unfamiliar with.
The stone bowl was then placed near the fire. Willow took Delia’s brush and tugged a few strands of hair from it and cast them into the fire.
The air was full of electricity. She chanted and took the dagger and pierced the tip of her finger, squeezing a few drops of blood into the flames. The tips of the fire rose high. She then squeezed her blood into the bowl of water and herbs.
His dragon roared. Willow’s chant grew louder. Her loose tendrils of hair floated, the wind blowing around them. He moved closer to her, and she rested her arms on her legs.
She needed him.
He placed himself directly behind her, where she was cradled between his legs. Her head flew back against his chest. Their powers entwined with each other. His cock stiffened at the feel of her body coaxing his powers into hers.
He closed his eyes and drew her to him, loving this new, electrifying feeling of her. His breaths came fast, the smell of her arousal driving his dragon crazy, but he had to push that aside.
She needed him.
He was close to climaxing and fought to hold back his release, their energies merging into one.
“Willow.”Delia’s voice came through loud and clear.
Willow opened her eyes, and she could see her grandmother’s face.
“Grandmother,” she whispered, tears forming in her eyes. “I’m so sorry?—”
“Child, I know your heart. I know you didn’t mean those things. It’s okay. Don’t cry.” Delia smiled at Willow.
Willow looked around and saw nothing but a white space of clouds. Nothing else existed. She had studied and learned this spell but had never used it before.
“Where are we?” she asked.
Her grandmother stepped toward her.
