Page 16 of Enchanting Her Mate

When she begins chanting under her breath, I tighten my grip on her hand. My skin starts to buzz as I am lifted off the bed, the glowing pink intensifying the higher Jo takes me. I feel my thighs start to shake as the magical mouths all over my body quicken their pace, their firm lips providing just the right amount of friction to unravel me.

Suddenly, Jo’s body is curled against my side, both of us levitating as she presses soft kisses against my hair. “It is too much,” I moan, through gritted teeth. “F-feel too much.”

“You wish for me to stop?” she asks, running her nose along my jawline.

Well, no, I certainly do not want that. I want everything she has to give. I just do not know if my body can take it. However, there is only one way to find out.

“More,” I reply, though it comes out as a low growl.

She whispers something I cannot understand, and with a sweep of her hand above my body, I come. I come and I come and I come. Like a ship crashing at the base of my spine, electric, searing heat shoots through my limbs and out through my fingers as my body bucks. Jo remains at my side, whispering sweet words of encouragement into my ear as she brushes the hair off my face.

I do not know how long this continues, but eventually, Jo covers me with a blanket, and I realize we are no longer levitating.

“That was…”

It was so incredible that I do not even have the words to finish the thought.

Jo seems to register this and chuckles softly. “I am glad I made you feel as good as you made me feel.”

“No,” I protest with a scoff. “I am certain the orgasm I gave you was nothing like the one you gave me.”

She puts her hands behind her head, and her thighs part. “Then I suppose you have work to do.”

I roll our bodies until she is on top of me, then I reach beneath her arms and lift, moving her into position. Once she is kneeling above my mouth, I spread the lips of her cunt, and smile up at her. “You best hold on then, tiny witch.”

CHAPTER 10

JO

Ionly get a fraction of the sleep I normally get, but I cannot complain. Alu has given me so many orgasms that I have lost count. I feel more rested and refreshed than I have felt in centuries.

We seem incapable of putting any amount of space between our bodies. Each time it occurs, by one of us moving or shifting in bed, we come together again, even if it is just our feet rubbing against each other. Our bodies are magnetic, and the pull between us feels as natural as breathing.

My only grievance is that we wasted so much time apart, when all along, we could have been doing this.

“Mmm,” she moans, her voice dry and raspy from sleep. “Come here.” She pulls me against her chest, and I feel her nipples harden against my bare back. Her hand dips between my thighs as she kisses along my neck, and I suck in a breath when her long, delicate fingers slip inside me.

“I want you to do something for me,” she whispers, her fangs scraping along the skin beneath my ear.

“Mmm?” I moan, unable to reply articulately.

“Focus on what you want as I touch you.”

What I want? She is already doing what I want. What more is there? “I don’t understand.”

“Taking the role of Prime,” she clarifies, her tongue tracing a circle over my pulse. “Visualize it and hold onto it.”

Ah, I understand now. This is a manifestation exercise. Certainly unlike any I have done before, but the basic concept is something I am quite familiar with. “Very well,” I tell her, gripping her forearm as she begins to pump in and out of my core.

Closing my eyes, I picture the moment I announce that I am the main source of power in the coven, and I shall be taking Tibik’s place immediately. I see his face, twisted and pinched in anger, as the rest of the coven gasps at my words.

“How does it feel, tiny witch?” Alu asks as she kisses along my collarbone. “You are the true leader of your coven. You are Prime.”

My heartbeat quickens as my visualization turns into a series of images that flash through my mind. Images of Tibik admitting that my power is stronger than his and stepping down, of the coven coming together for the Prime inaugural ceremony, of us seated in a circle in the spell room and strengthening our craft together as one.

I feel my k'billita throb as her fingers brush against them, stroking them as my juices soak her hand.

“That is it,” Alu says encouragingly. “The coven is yours now, Jo, and you have the freedom to guide them however you please.”

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