Familiar with the Warlock - Viola Grace Page 0,1
of her costume.
“Impossible.”
She reached into the front of her costume, and she pulled out her very warm phone. That was what happened when she kept it on the ledge above her corset.
She thumbed it open and showed him the text. The shadow gradually transformed into the shape of the man that Alice had her eyes on. The CEO of Urgent Books, Olmin Reckon.
“Holy cow. You are that guy.” She played stupid. Folks trusted you if you looked like you weren’t intimidating. She couldn’t pull that off with her body, so she had perfected looking helpless when confronted with authority figures.
He narrowed his eyes. “Argo, report.”
The cat sat up and blurred into the shape of a man with golden hair, green eyes, and a pair of trousers visible with his dress shirt open.
“She’s calm, level-headed, smells of steel, reeks of sex magic and intelligence.” His voice was a soft growl. “Oh, and she’s hot-blooded. And she likes cats.”
The CEO was pouring himself a glass of water. He paused. “Is she now?”
She was staring at the spot where the cat had been. “You’re a guy?”
He grinned, and she lashed out with her heel, knocking him to the floor.
She had grabbed the doorknob and had gotten the door open when she was lifted off her feet.
“Hush, Alice’s friend. You won’t remember anything.” Olmin leaned in and kissed her as Argo held her. She felt the same energy that had bound the door easing into her, and she knew it was coaxing her into a deep sleep. She slowly relaxed into the kiss and tried not to react as he slipped his tongue in and slid it along the edge of her teeth. She kept herself limp, and finally, he backed up. “She tastes amazing.”
Argo murmured, “Glad you think so; she’s still awake.”
Olmin cupped her chin and lifted her head. “Playing possum?”
She lifted her feet and pressed them against his chest, pushing hard. Sadly, Argo staggered backward but didn’t lose his grip.
He chuckled and licked her ear with a raspy tongue. “Well played, witch.”
Olmin looked her over, and he reached out, making a strange gesture that she didn’t understand until the satin cord that she had wrapped over the corset for her sea witch costume slithered into two pieces and bound her hands and feet.
“What is going on? Why can’t I just leave?”
He walked up to her and whispered, “Because the rite failed, as it has every attempt that has been made over the centuries. If you truly have magic in your veins, then this might be the best way to accomplish my ends.”
“Your ends?”
“We need to install a defender, and I need to request one, but I have been unable to send a signal because the magic here is too weak.” He smiled. “I need a lot of power in a short span of time. You might be able to help me with that.”
She shook her head. “I am not volunteering.”
He stroked her cheek. “You have affection for Alice, don’t you? Her work is incredible, but her aura doesn’t reflect that brilliance. Why is that?”
Maven looked into his eyes, and she swallowed. “She always wanted to be an author.”
“Perhaps you could help her to her muse if you let your magic wake. If Argo senses your power, you are definitely a witch. The problem lies in your cooperation. Sex magic can’t be forced.”
She lifted her bound wrists. “I can see that.”
Olmin smiled. “Those are just to keep you calm and listening. I can understand how the situation would awaken a panic response.”
She snorted. “I don’t panic.”
To her shock, Argo slid one of his hands up to cover her corseted breast, and he purred against her back.
She let out a strangled. “But, I can be surprised.”
Argo chuckled.
Olmin was looking over her shoulder. “You are being very affectionate.”
He said softly, “She stroked me for nearly an hour. I would like to return the favour.”
She shivered. His hand was just sitting there, and her corset was thick. Unless he invaded her clothing, nothing much was going to happen.
He licked her neck, and that caused an immediate reaction. Her nerves came to full alert and waited for the next stroke. When he licked her leisurely again, she shuddered, and her head drooped back.
Olmin came up to her and looked her over. “Well, well. That is fascinating.”
She was nervous now. He was taller than she was, which was fine, but there was sexual interest in his gaze, which was unusual. “Um, I am sure that some of those