Page 9 of Nix and Tell (The Arun Nixes #1)

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Chlo

I think I’d prefer to have another talk with Trisantona.

Vi’s sitting there, all pretty and perky, and I’m in a complete state. My hair looks like shit, and I’m fairly certain that I’ve sweated through this shirt. Nothing about me shouts that I’m cool and sexy and I’ve got my shit together.

“Ummmm…”

I see it then, the slight panic in Violet’s eyes, as if she’s overplayed her hand, and if I don’t say something soon, she’s going to come to the entirely wrong conclusion.

“There’s an us?” My voice is soft, jokey, but there’s a thread of hope there.

“There’s an us.” There’s kindness in Violet’s eyes, and I want to be kind to her, I want her to feel all the kindness in all the world, and then mix it up with pleasure until she feels nothing but how so fucking good the world can be.

“What did you promise… her ?” I know it’s not romantic, not sexy, and nothing to do with us , but I know I’ll not be able to relax, to rest until I know.

She sighs, and takes another sip of hot chocolate. “She stays out of this, and I’ll start talking about her in the shop. I’ll set up an area dedicated to her and the river, and then every time people buy, it’ll be a mini offering to her. Individually it’d be negligible, but all together…”

“That could be a hell of a lot of magic.”

“Exactly.” She goes that fetching pink again, and adds, “And she gave my powers a boost, so every time I do a spell, she gets to siphon off a tiny bit of the energy.”

“And that’s it?”

“I do a lot of spells. I guess they’ll all be that much more potent now.”

It’s smart. It’ll give Trisantona energy on the regular, without interfering in Violet’s day to day life.

“In return, she leaves the both of us alone. And stays out of our sex life.”

I attempt to flirt. “Our sex life, eh?”

Violet leans forward until I can feel her breath buffeting against my lips. “Our sex life.”

Now it’s my turn to flush, as her eyes trace a route to my mouth. “I mean… I…”

A flash of a grin that’s more lopsided and real than that fake smile she had plastered on earlier. “No? I thought you liked me at your feet last night.”

My hand slips up and cups the back of her neck, pulling her so close to me that our noses kiss, and I’m delighted to see that her eyes widen, pupils dilating. “Why? You planning on kneeling at my feet again?”

The sound of her in-breath galvanises me. It’s heady, this feeling, and I could get drunk off just this frisson of desire that sparks between us both.

“Only for a short while, my knees can’t take too long.” There’s laughter in Violet’s voice, and she leans forward so her forehead rests against mine. “So we’re doing this then? You sure, Chlo?”

I’ve never been surer of anything in my life, but the question gives me pause. What if she’s not? What if…

“I can hear you thinking.” She kisses my cheek at the touch of her lips makes me go weak-kneed. I’m grateful for the sofa. “I’m very sure. Are you?”

“Yes.”

“And tell me, Chlo, what is it that you like?” Her voice is sultry, the way you read about in books. It’s not even that different from normal, but there’s an undercurrent of promise that makes my cunt throb and my nipples tighten. “You liked me on my knees?”

Fuck yes, I liked her on her knees, but I’m not dominant, exactly. Most women I’ve been with see the suits and the masc attitude and think that I’m going to be the one in charge. And they’ve been disappointed when it hasn’t exactly worked like that.

Violet senses something, because she leans forward and nips my earlobe. The sharpness centres me and I groan, low and rumbly for her. “Pay attention, Chlo. Do you want me on my knees?”

“Yes, but?—”

“But?”

“But I want you to be in charge.” I don’t want that control, don’t want to be the person making the decisions like that. What I want, is to make her feel good, make her feel like she’s the sentence of the universe.

“You’re a service top!” Violet sounds delighted, and when I sit back to look at her, she grins. “Oh that’s fucking perfect Chlo. I’m far too bossy to relinquish all control, but I love bottoming.”

I don’t quite know how we’ve gotten here, and I suppose in some ways I’ve got the goddess to thank for this, but I feel light. Relieved.

She cups my face in her hands then, and pauses right before her lips kiss mine. “May I?”

I nod, and then my whole world gets blown apart.

There’s magic in her kiss, both metaphorical and literal. Soft lips that entice murmurs of pleasure from mine, as Vi strokes my cheek with her hand. And something drawing us together, something magical that isn’t the goddess, and isn’t the river, but is purely us. It’s sparkles and vines and it wraps us in a virtual cocoon as we sit and kiss, and everything else falls away.

I shift so that I’m above her, pulling her closer to me, my tongue coaxing pleasure from her mouth. I could lose myself in her. I want to lose myself in her. And when we pull apart, we’re both breathing heavily.

“I guess we’re doing this then,” she says, but her eyes belie the lightness of her words. It’s hit her as hard as it has me.

“Have dinner with me,” I say. This intensity, I want to prolong it, to bask in it some more before it breaks and the feeling dissipates. “I don’t just want to… you know. I want to date you. And that means dinner.”

She laughs then, and the sound fills my world with everything that’s been missing from it. “Dinner would be lovely.”