Page 1 of The Powerless Witch

Chapter 1

Celeste

“Estia!”

Ignoring the female voice calling, I leaned my head back and moaned. Big, warm hands tightened around my body, lifting me higher as the man I loved drove his cock deeper inside of me. I tried to hold back my scream when the orgasm rippled through me, but he knew exactly how to make me unravel to the point I couldn’t remember my name.

His lips crashed against mine before I could make a sound, his tongue claiming dominion over my mouth while he kept pounding into me. Once he finished with a low grunt, I ran my hand over his back, making him shudder. He lifted his head that had fallen on my shoulder and a pair of blue eyes stared into mine with pure male satisfaction. A smirk blossomed on his face just as the voice called again.

“Estia, where are you?”

I sighed in annoyance.

“She won’t give up,” I whispered, trying to push him off so I could stand on my own. “I better go.” A low sound of protest tore from his lips. “Noah.”

He sighed before setting me down. I moved to adjust my skirts and leave, but he pressed me against the tree again, slipping his hand between my legs. I gasped when his finger reached the apex of my thighs, pressing at my entrance, where his cum was now leaking. Hesunk it inside, as if trying to push the traces of him back in, and I gulped when his dark gaze bore into mine.

“I want you to think of me when you walk back to your house,” he whispered, running his thumb over my sensitive bud and drawing out another moan. “I want you to think of me when you sit beside your family with my hot cum still inside of you. I want you to think of the time when your mother will finally let us be together and I will fill you up every single day.” I squeezed my thighs together as the flame of desire blazed again, ready to ignore the irritated voice calling me and focus on the man that kept pumping inside me without hurry.

On the man I loved. On the future I was so desperate to start. On the day I will be his.

“I want you to think of me only,” he whispered in my ear. “Convince your mother to accept me, and this could be your life. You, me, and this perfect bliss. All day, every day. You would like that, wouldn’t you, Celestia?” I opened my mouth to agree when he rubbed his thumb over my clit.

“She has no choice but to accept,” I whispered, closing my eyes and leaning into his touch as another orgasm started to build, “because I’m pregnant.”

His hand froze, and my mind instantly cleared, making me realize what I’d said. I hadn’t intended to tell him, not yet, but it had just slipped.

Noah’s eyes were wide as he stared at me. Then he suddenly grinned, cupping my cheeks. Before I could explain myself, he was kissing me so hard that I swayed when he finally let me go.

“Is this true?” he asked in a trembling voice, and something inside me fluttered at the satisfaction dripping from his tone. If I had known the news would make him this happy, I would have told him earlier, but he had been distant these past few months, more distracted and withdrawn, so I had feared his feelings for me were waning.

“Yes,” I replied in a trembling voice, and he pressed his lips to mine again.

“That is just splendid! Now she really can’t reject me, not with my child inside of you! Don’t you get it, Estia? You’re mine.” I nodded breathlessly, and he finally released me, catching my hands instead. He brought them to his lips, kissing my knuckles. “With your bloodline and mine, we’ll be the most powerful people in the area! We’ll get what we want! All we want! And when our daughter is born, nobody will take it from me!”

His hand slid over my stomach, and he leaned in, brushing his lips over mine. A strange sense of dread filled my chest, making me pull back until he was no longer touching me. The feeling subsided, and I shook my head, trying to get rid of the lingering foreboding.

“I’ll prepare everything. Just make sure to talk to your mother,” Noah continued, as if he hadn’t noticed my reaction. “Tell her you want to be with me. And Estia…”

“CELESTIA!” the voice shouted, and we both jumped. “I can feel you! Now show yourself before I send your mother to drag you out!”

Noah grinned again, nudging me toward the voice.

“Go now, my love. It won’t be long before I come to get you. Like it or not, your mother has to accept me. Just like you have.” He winked at me, then turned around and disappeared among the trees. I fixed my crumpled dress while trying to ignore the cum slipping down my thigh.

I had barely taken ten steps when my best friend appeared behind a tree, putting her hands on her hips. Short, slender, and with delicate lines running along her heart-shaped face, Medina was the perfect embodiment of the name the village gave her—the fragile flower of Corriz. The gentle calm to my wild fire, as the older folk liked to joke.

Her skin was pale and unblemished, her long, dark hair curly and full of life as it coiled around her shoulders. Gray eyes bore into mine with disapproval and even though she was shorter, she had the uncanny ability to look down her nose at people.

“Do you have something to say for yourself?” she cocked her head. I wondered if she was referring to what I had been doing until now. Witches like us didn’t have a heightened sight or smell like other supernatural creatures, but we could feel the world through our powers and Medina was extremely deft at that.

Her other magical skills were much weaker than most of the witches in our coven, but her innate ability to see into things and understand their workings was recognized even by the Head Witch. Not a talent typical for a Coven that devoted their lives and magic to the dead, but power was power. And it had helped her become the best magic welder in the village before she even turned twenty. I knew that in a few years, she’d likely leave this place and settle somewhere where her skills would be more appreciated. We had even talked about me going with her since, while necromancy was in my blood and my mother insisted that I was strong enough to make the dead obey, I was not interested in death.

I was about to apologize for ignoring her, but she was already moving. Her hand slid over my stomach and her eyes focused with concentration. Before I could stop her, she was stepping back, her mouth falling agape.

“You really are pregnant!” she gasped, looking down at my stomach with something akin to horror. The smile that had been creeping onto my face froze. “Is it Noah’s?”

I frowned. “Who else’s could it be? You know I love Noah! I have only ever been with him!” I hissed, moving to go around her, but she grabbed my wrist. “I don’t want to hear anything bad about him from you too, Medina. We are getting married and neither you nor my mother will convince me otherwise. I love him and he loves me!”

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