Chapter 7

“Willow.” Delia’s voice came through loud and clear.

Willow opened her eyes, and she could see her grandmother’s face.

“Grandmother,” she whispered, tears forming in her eyes. “I’m so sorry ? —”

“Child, I know your heart. I know you didn’t mean those things. It’s okay. Don’t cry.” Delia smiled at Willow.

Willow looked around and saw nothing but a white space of clouds. Nothing else existed. She had studied and learned this spell but had never used it before.

“Where are we?” she asked.

Her grandmother stepped toward her.

“We’re in a place where no one can touch us. This is an interdimensional space that you have created. Only our minds are here, our bodies are as we imagine them to be here. You’ve freed your mind and transitioned into your super-consciousness and brought me to you,” Delia informed her. She placed her hands on Willow’s shoulders and smiled down at her.

Willow wrapped her arms around her grandmother, trying to hold back her tears. She knew they wouldn’t have much time together.

“I did as you said and went to Westwend and found Feno Kelmyar as you directed. He’s helping me,” Willow said.

“The dragon is good for you, Willow. The two of you belong together. His power is your conductor, he balances your energy. He’s your other half, my darling.” She smiled, easing back from Willow. “With the two of you merging your powers, you’re using your third eye to reach me.”

Willow blushed, not wanting to tell her that Feno and her had quickly moved through their relationship.

Delia pulled back and laughed. “No need for shyness. You’re a grown woman with needs, and if I know Feno the way I do, I’m sure he will have no problem taking care of your needs.”

“Wait. You and him ? —”

“Never.” Delia shook her head, sensing where Willow was going. “He’s a dragon warrior who has been searching for his mate and he’s found it in you. The merging of your powers is proof alone that you two complete each other.”

“We can have this talk when you return,” Willow interjected. “Where are you? How can I find you? Who has you?”

That was more important. She would gladly speak of mating once her grandmother was home safe.

“You were right to be leery of the elders. After you left, the doorbell rang, and I assumed it was you returning. But when I opened the door, men rushed into the house and took me. They reeked of alcohol and shifters. I believe they were rogues.”

Willow could feel the spell weakening.

“Do you know where you are?” she asked, desperate to find her.

“Not sure, but if I had to guess, I’d say somewhere in the mountains. My ears kept popping from the altitude. I heard mention of Westwend, so I know I’m not that far from you.”

“I’ll find you. I promise,” Willow cried out, then everything went black.

Willow’s body fell against a strong chest. The familiar arms held her to him as she tried to catch her breath.

“I got you.” Feno’s breath blew against her ear.

She opened her eyes and saw Sunny staring at her in awe.

“That was amazing,” Sunny breathed. “Did you reach her?”

Willow nodded, but the energy spent from reaching her grandmother left her feeling a little weak.

“She’s here in Westwend. She said some type of shifters have her.” Willow closed her eyes and leaned back against Feno.

“Did she say where she was?” Feno asked gently. His fingertips brushed the bare skin of her legs as he tried to help her settle down.

“She thinks she’s in the mountains. She said the elevation kept messing with her ears.”

“I’ll go and see what I can find out,” Sunny offered, scrambling to her feet.

Willow opened her eyes and nodded her thanks to the other witch.

“You know how to contact me.” Feno’s deep voice rumbled against her chest.

Sunny nodded and grabbed her bag before jogging back into the woods.

“I think you’ve proven yourself to her. Sunny is a good woman. She’ll spread the word to the other covens of your innocence.”

Willow nodded, but at the moment, she couldn’t think of anything but the feel of Feno behind her. As a witch, her powers were drawn from the elements—earth, wind, water, and fire. Using her energy and powers to help unlock her third eye left a fire burning in the pit of her stomach.

She’d read in her studies that when mates merged their energies with one another, it led to a heightened sexual appetite for the witch. If her mate was one with extreme power, it caused the craving to be even more intense.

Never had she experienced anything like this before. She turned herself over to the sexual energy that was building inside her. She’d have to expel the energy or she could pass out from being overloaded.

Her nipples pushed against her thin shirt, moisture seeping out of her core. Her skin tingled everywhere from the energy running beneath it.

A growl resonated deep within Feno. She knew he could detect when she was aroused, and at the moment, she was.

“Feno,” she gasped.

Her body trembled from need. His hand slowly ran up her abdomen and cupped her aching breast.

“What is it?” He nipped her ear, her body jerking.

“I need you.” She slid her hand up and gripped his head. She turned her lips to his and met them in a desperate kiss.

His hand glided down and disappeared beneath her skirt. She cried out; he teased her by running his finger along her panty-clad center. Her hips thrust toward his hand on their own, needing to find release.

Fast and hard to expel the energy. If it wasn’t such a desperate situation, she would laugh at herself. She had never wanted to reach an orgasm so badly before.

“Soon, my little witch,” he murmured.

He pulled her panties away from her body with such force, the thin material ripped away, freeing her. He nipped the skin at the crook of her neck, his fingers finally spreading her labia to expose her clit.

She cried out at the first swipe of his fingers along her sensitive nub. She spread her legs wide to give him full access.

“Feno,” she groaned.

She closed her eyes to give herself over to the sensations that were building up inside her. His fingers dipped farther inside her soaked core.

“You’re mine, Willow. This is mine,” he growled and thrust his long finger inside.

“Yes!” She gripped his hair and rode his fingers. She could feel the aura around them brighten and deepen. With her eyes closed, she could feel the crown of her head warm. Her energy was rising.

She was so close.

His thick finger pulled out of her and drew the slick moisture to her clitoris. He focused on her little bundle of nerves. Her body drew tense, and she reached her peak of ecstasy.

She cried out, her body trembling through her release. She held on to Feno tight. The energy flowed through her entire body and was expelled from her through the crown of her head. She slumped against him with a higher state of consciousness of the world around them and floated through her euphoric state.

Feno growled and turned her toward him, and she gasped. He quickly unbuckled his pants. The power around them buzzed, and they practically glowed. A faint glow of white, darkening to a deep purple.

Freeing his cock from his jeans, Willow rose and impaled herself onto him, both of them crying out. The connection between them locked in place.

Her grandmother was right.

He was for her.

He would be able to handle all of her needs.

She held on to his face, their eyes connected, and he guided her along on his length.

“You’re the other half of my soul,” she cried out and rode him. She didn’t want to keep it from him. She had said so many wrong things before her grandmother had disappeared, and she didn’t want to make the same mistake with Feno. She wanted to lay her cards on the table and not play around with him.

“You’re my mate,” he growled through clenched teeth, increasing the pace.

Her heart jumped at the announcement. She slammed her mouth onto his and rode the second wave of her orgasm. Her muscles tightened, gripping his cock tight. She threw her head back and screamed. Feno roared along with her and shot his release deep inside her. The energy from their coupling exploded around them, the ground shaking.

Her arms shook, and she tried to squeeze him close to her. She rested her forehead against his, tried to catch her breath.

“Mate with me?” Feno asked, pushing the hair that had escaped from her bun away from her face.

She opened her eyes and smiled at him.

“Yes.”