Page 7 of Crave Me

Not a response, I realized.But the power that disturbed my rest.

I slowly pushed upward in bed, my focus on the alluring energy signature.And who might you belong to?I wondered, slipping out of the covers.

The magical essence seemed to kiss my cheek, luring me forward.One moment, please,I murmured.I need to prepare for wandering outside.

I found some essential items in the bathroom to use, including a brush for my hair. It took a few minutes to tame my long, dark strands, but I managed to work out the kinks. Then I used a little stardust to weave some gold leaves through my hair, the signature serving as my midnight crown.

The dress came next, the material touching the floor near my bare feet. I twirled in a nearby mirror, loving the way the obsidian fabric flowed sensuously over my curves.

Definitely the right choice,I mused.

It left my neckline free, allowing my gold necklace to shine. I murmured an enchantment to create some golden cuffs for my arms, my crescent moon marker decorating the metal and denoting my birthright.

With a nod, I found my flat sandals and laced the golden ribbon up my calves, then smiled at the swirling energy in the air. It wasn’t exactly visible, more of a promise that lingered just out of reach. A complement to my moon magic, or that was how I chose to interpret it.

“Take me to your owner,” I said, curious to meet the one who possessed such an enticing aura. He or she was clearly powerful. Dark. Potentially dangerous.

I was definitely intrigued.

The intangible shimmer led me down the hallway and outside into the warmly lit street. My senses greatly appreciated the overcast sky, as bright light severely diminished my ability to see.

I much preferred the night.

But I could live here, with the cobblestone streets and cute architecture. I’d always enjoyed Ireland, though. In every realm. The humans there often possessed an uncanny understanding of the supernatural. I supposed the fae were responsible for that.

The dancing figment of magic led me down one street and then another, the presence growing stronger with every step. Whoever owned this energy source was quite powerful. My stomach twisted with excitement, my heart skipping a beat at the prospect of meeting someone with such immense talent.

Another god or goddess, perhaps?

Whoever it was, he or she possessed ancient magic. I could taste it on my tongue, the decadent flavor making me cravemore.

I’d never experienced this sort of pull before, this intrinsic need to know the entity behind the power. It left me feeling young. Innocent. Borderline inexperienced.

New sensations were rare. I found myself thrilled by the potential of whatever existed on the other end of this magical strand.

Who are you?

What are you?

Why am I so drawn to you?

The magic seemed to spin with excitement, the invisible strand a kiss to my senses that I could feel more than see.This way, this way, this way, it seemed to say, leading me toward the bar I’d been in last night.

I frowned but continued along the path, curious as to why it’d chosen this location.

Is your owner here investigating?

Is this some sort of lure to bring forth witnesses?

Perhaps someone had cast a spell meant to draw out those who’d been at the bar last night.

I didn’t mind speaking about what I’d seen.

But I was far more interested in whoever possessed this alluring aura.

So sweet and seductive. Like a decadent dessert.Mmm.I inhaled, my blood heating at the prospect of indulging this immense craving.

It was as though this enchanted call touched my very soul, making my heart chant,Mine, mine, mine.