Page 10 of Enchanted by the Gargoyle (The Crescent Coven #1)

Ezren

I check my reflection in the mirror one last time before closing up my office. Tamsin is waiting for me, dressed in tight jeans that hug every curve, and a blush pink sweater that feels like silken marshmallow fluff.

“You ready?” She tucks an arm into mine, and we walk the familiar route back to the boulder, where a circle of witches wait for us.

One steps from the circle, reaching for Tamsin for a quick embrace, the top of her head brushing just under Tamsin’s chin. She has wild, white hair and is wearing a tie-dye shirt that says ‘Spelling is my specialty,’ complete with floating books.

“Do you like my shirt, Ezren? We’re selling them at the bookstore to promote the Coven’s book club night!”

“I like the colors very much.”

Merna flashes a grin at me and gestures me forward.

“Well, this has been a long time coming. When Tamsin told me yesterday that you’ve been bound here for so long, I went back into our records to figure out what the heck happened, and unfortunately, the spell that was used was cast by Virelai Thorn. ”

A collective shudder passes through the circle, ominous glances between the witches are exchanged. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Tamsin cover her mouth in shock. I look at them, bewildered by this obvious revelation to them.

“Uhm, I don’t know who that is? Should I know who that is?” Scraping my memories, which have gotten fuzzy as the years have gone by with me trapped on that dias for years on end, I come up empty. I can’t even recall a face.

Merna pats me on the arm, her mouth downturned.

“You…wouldn’t remember, most likely. She was a very powerful witch.

Her magic centered around emotions, memories, illusions.

” She shakes her head. “She used you to anchor the node and most likely wove a spell to make the Coven forget about you. It wouldn’t be the first time she’s done something heinous.

She was exiled not long after the town’s formation. ”

My legs have gone stiff, my hands wringing themselves over and over. She made the town forget about me? The familiar tight feeling is in my throat, cutting off my breath.

“Ezren? I know it’s a shock, but we’re going to make it right.” Tamsin’s arm has slid around my waist, her hand on my chest, anchoring me. “Right?” She looks at Merna and the Coven.

“That’s right. You can’t stay bound to the property forever; that isn’t a solution. So, we need to create a sigil, and I think this is what the town’s magic wanted all along.” Merna’s eyes are twinkling as she looks at Tamsin, and then at me.

“What do you mean?” This entire conversation is making me feel dumb, or maybe witches are naturally secretive, but I notice all the witches in the circle are smiling at Tamsin and me, like there is something they know that we don’t.

“Well…you two are obviously in love and you’ve known each other for what, three days?

” Several witches chuckle along with Merna.

“This is a cut-and-dried case of fated mates if I’ve ever seen one.

The sigil spell is simple - Ezren, you’ll give some of your stone dust, and Tamsin will give over something of the earth.

We’ll bind your love together, strengthening the sigil with stone and earth magic.

It will be stronger than any bond that Virelai could come up with, that’s for sure. ”

“Why is that?” Tamsin asks. She’s fishing around in her pockets for something.

Merna takes our hands together, entwining our fingers and pulling us forward toward the boulder. Tamsin’s magic is already seeping out from between our fingers, illuminating the path in front of us.

“Because, my dears, love is the strongest bond of all.” Merna’s eyes shine out in the dusk as she steps back into the circle, leaving us in the center.

Looking around, I see a few witches with watery eyes, happiness illuminated on their faces.

Turning back to Tamsin, I look down to see she is holding out the citrine, the same stone I selected from her shop just a few days ago, the one that reminded me of the sun and her warmth.

Lifting my right hand, I pinch my fingers together as though sprinkling salt, producing just enough stone dust to cover the top of the stone, and place my hand on top of hers.

“Ready?” She whispers.

“Ready.” I lean in for a kiss, the chants of the Coven surrounding us.

“ Ligare per cor, unum in aeternum ! ”

Their voices mix together, gathering strength, and with it the winds of the forest send a gentle breeze in a swirl around us, sending the leaves and dust into a frenzy around us, intensifying the yellow light from our hands, until the earth gives a great shuddering breath, as though exhaling.

Then, everything is still. We all turn to the boulder, to see a deeply etched ruin covering the face of it, encrusted with citrine and granite.

◆◆◆

We’re sitting in ‘Churn and Charm,’ the ice cream shop owned by the Coven’s resident kitchen witch, Rowan.

“Alright, lovebirds, for Ezren I have a Honey-Lavender Rose ice cream with shortbread hearts, and for you, Tamsin, a Charmed Chocolate Lava Cake with a Cinnamon-Cayenne Whip.” She winks at us. “Just a little spice for later, if you catch my drift!”

I stare at her for a moment before remembering that I should thank her. “Thank you, Rowan, I’m excited to try ice cream for the first time. I’m sure it will be delicious.”

Rowan pats Tamsin on the shoulder. “Isn’t he a sweetheart?”

Tamsin sighs a bit. “Thank you, Rowan!”

“No problem, let me know if you need anything else!”

Tamsin waits for her to go back behind the ice cream counter before diving into her lava cake. She takes a bite and moans. “Damn, I wish her deserts weren’t so good.”

“Why?” I’ve also sampled the ice cream, feeling very relaxed after the first bite.

Tamsin just smiles at me, eyes now roving over my chest in a way that makes me feel lightheaded and fuzzy. I have a sudden urge to leave the ice cream shop and head to her apartment, even though we just got here.

“She can be a little nosy sometimes, but she means well. How’re you feeling?”

“Relaxed. Very relaxed. Being in town can make me feel…weird, but I feel nice right now. I think I like ice cream.” I slurp down another bite, watching people walk the town, going about their daily business.

Every now and again, I spot a monster, or a demon carrying their shopping, or kissing their mate like it's the most natural thing in the world. “It feels right,” I murmur.

“It’s the ice cream, it’s enchanted. So is my lava cake, just in case you were interested.” Tamsin’s foot slides up my leg under the table.

Her eyes are bright with that familiar mischievous energy. “Are you…wanting to leave?”

“Definitely.”

“You’re not done with your dessert.”

“I’m hungry for something else.” Her hand sizzles up my arm, the now-familiar static electricity of her magic igniting my cock.

“I think I’m hungry for something else, too. Back to your place?” Standing quickly, I almost knock over my chair.

“Rowan, we’re leaving, see you at book club!” Tamsin shouts over her shoulder, pulling me through the door. Just before it closes, I hear Rowan give a chuckle under her breath, and I could have sworn I heard her say, “My lava cake works every time!”

We race down the street, fumbling with the lock into Tamsin’s shop, and make a beeline for the stairs to her apartment. This is the first time I’ve ever been up here, and as soon as we open the doo,r Tamsin is pushing me down onto the bed, unzipping my pants.

“I think it’s time for you to have another sexual revolution.” She yanks my jeans down, freeing my hard cock, kneeling between my knees.

“Tamsin, wh-” I stammer, unsure of what more there could be. All I ever want is to please her, but holy shit . She glides her lips over my cockhead with whisperlight precision, causing all thoughts, questions, anxiety to stop. A single lick from her tongue curls my toes.

“Tamsin, what are you…ahhh…fuck!” I’m in her mouth and she’s bobbing her head up and down, suckling me and swirling her magical tongue over and over in a dizzying pattern.

Those lips, those juicy lucsious lips are worshipping my cock, sucking my cock as though something delicious can be found inside.

Her small hands cup my heavy sac, massaging me, almost indecent slurping noises coming from her as she moans, sending vibrations right into my spine.

My hips start to match her rhythm, I can’t stop.

Looking down, I see her mouth bowed out, taking the length of me, her chest heaving in her sweater.

That fuzzy, soft pink sweater is taunting me, trapping her heavy breasts.

It’s not fair that she’s so covered up and I’m exposed.

I want to see her, feel her supple flesh under my hands, feel her hips.

Pulling her away from me, my cock slips from her moth with a faint pop!

She starts to protest, but I don’t hear her.

Instead, I rip away that sweater, tearing at it like tissue paper, shredding it along with her bra clean off her body, her breasts tumbling out.

Next, her tight jeans, in one long strip, I peel those away, taking her soaked panties with them.

Kicking her legs apart I yank her to me, her legs straddling my lap, my cock just notched at her slick opening.

“You’re mine, and I want to fill you up. I needed these.” Her breasts sway heavily in my face as I suck on one nipple, and then the other as she wriggles on my lap, whimpering in her attempts to sink herself down onto me. “What’s that called, putting my cock in your mouth? Is that magic?”

She giggles, a sound like tinkling windchimes in the wind. She’s breathless from struggling, which only makes her breasts jiggle around more, something I’m enjoying.

“Ezren!” She huffs.

“Tell me, and then I’ll fill you up. That’s what you want, isn’t it?”

“Yes.” She moans, before letting out an exasperated sigh. “It’s called a blow job. I wanted you to come in my mouth.”

Eyebrows crinkle in confusion, “But…you sucked my cock, you didn’t blow on it? This doesn't make any sense.”

“You have a lot to learn. And I can’t wait to show you.” She leans forward, nibbling on my ear.

“Spread your legs, Tamsin,” I whisper, leaning back so I can see her dusty rose cunt, so wet for me already.

My fingers find her little bud, the one that makes her shiver all over.

My other hand guides her hips down, letting her weight sink onto me, watching as my cock disappears inside her, relishing in her warmth.

Spreading my wings out wide to hold her body, I can let go and lean back as she bounces on my cock.

We find our rhythm, her holding onto my wings, and me thrusting my hips up to meet her, wet slapping sounds filling the room.

Her chest is flushing, her hips jerking, and I can tell she’s close when the yellow light of her magic where we’re joined begins to glow, becoming brighter and brighter. Pulling her tight, wrapping my arms around her, enveloping her in my wings, I whisper into her ear, “I love you, Tamsin.”

“I love you!”

As we come together, we’re showered in glimmers of magic, engulfing us.