“Um, okay.” She copied my position again, facing me with our knees almost touching.
“I’m going to release a spell—nothing violent—and I want you to try to manipulate it without using your wand or your voice. Just like you did with Ella earlier. But don’t use any fire.”
She nodded slowly. “Okay.”
“Good.” I held my palms
up and indicated for her to do the same. “This is a simple spell for creating an object. You saw Stiggis do it earlier with Shade. Ready?”
“Yep.”
“Ajamee apple.” A bright red apple appeared in my hand. I brought it up and took a bite, waggling my brows.
She frowned. “I thought the spell for creating food was Tareero Tamida.”
“Ah, yeah, that’s one way to do it for food. Ajamee will create anything you want.” I set my apple on my nightstand and opened my palm again. “Ajamee dagger.” I visualized the knife I wanted, and it appeared a second later, glistening beneath the moonlight shining through my windows. “You have to envision what you want when you say it, and the object appears.”
“Zephyrus told me not to do this without a wand.”
“Well, I don’t want you to use a wand or your words at all. I want to see if you can make the magic work without uttering a sound, like you did today when dueling Ella.”
“But that was different because the magic was used on me. I can’t sense your spell at all like this.”
“Hmm. All right, we’ll go about this a different way, then. Lie down,” I said, a dangerous idea forming in my head.
I couldn’t touch her the way I wanted to, but I could use my gifts on her in an entirely different way. I had promised not to unleash a violent spell. I said nothing about erotic ones.
Aflora stretched out her long legs and laid her head on a pillow while I shifted to my knees to sit near her abdomen. “Okay, I want you to try to absorb what I’m doing, the way you did with Ella, and use it back on me.” This’ll be fun, I mused. “Ready?”
She nodded. “Yes.”
I hovered my palm over her midsection, noting the way her shirt had ridden up to display a taunting sliver of her creamy skin. I focused my energy there, murmuring a spell meant to induce heat in a sensual manner.
Aflora’s fingers dug into the comforter on either side of her hips, a sweet little sound catching in her throat.
“Do you feel that?” I asked softly, compelling the sensation to spread across her stomach and higher to her breasts.
She shuddered, her eyes falling closed.
“Focus on the spell, Aflora,” I whispered, using my power to send a wave of it downward to the apex between her thighs. “Try to unweave it and send it back into me, sweetheart.”
Goose bumps pebbled down her arms as she squeezed her legs together in a manner I recognized all too well.
It took physical restraint not to bend over and place a kiss above the waistline of her pants. Mmm, then I’d tug down the fabric to explore her dampening arousal with my tongue. I bet she tasted sweet, just like how she smelled. Her alluring scent called to me, confirming her interest and telling me how ready she was to receive.
My spell wove deeper into her, seeking the places on her body that required a skilled touch and heating them even more.
“Kolstov,” she breathed, arching up off the bed.
“Kols,” I corrected, giving in to the desire to press my palm to her abdomen. I pushed her down into the bed and hovered above her. “Now manipulate the spell and re-create it, just like you did with the binding curse from earlier.”
“O-okay,” she managed to reply, her voice husky with need.
Oh, this was a hazardous game because now I wanted to hear her moan. To watch her fall apart. To slide my thickening cock into her and bring us both to a climax neither of us would soon forget.
I clenched my jaw to hold back a groan, my balls aching with the prospect laid out before me. It would be so easy to slip out of our clothes and lose ourselves in the sheets for hours. Days, even.
Fuck, I need to get laid.