Page 123 of Wedded Witch
And with the love and adoration of four great men, I’ll never be cursed to be the fading witch ever again — whether we decide to have children in our future or not.
SWYN
The moon hangslow in the night sky, casting a silvery glow across where the five of us lay tangled together, limbs intertwined and breaths mingling in the cool night air.
The remnants of our earlier laughter echo softly, a comfortable warmth wrapping around us as I survey my loves. Sol’s tousled hair tickles my shoulder, Ri’s arm is draped possessively around my waist, Kel lies sprawled on the opposite side with a sleepy grin, and Oland’s body forms a warm cocoon behind me.
Putting a ‘day’ bed into the garden was the best thing we ever did. We spent most nights out here, stargazing, moonbathing, or just drinking midnight margaritas.
As the energy of the day begins to ebb, a familiar spark ignites within me, fueled by the power of Aether that thrums just beneath my skin. I sit up slowly, careful not to disturb the blissful peace surrounding us.
My heart races with a playful kind of anticipation as I conjure a whimsical idea, one that promises to deepen our bond and explore the magic we’ve all come to cherish.
“Hey,” I whisper, my voice barely a breath as I glance back at them. “Wake up, sleepyheads.”
Sol stirs first, blinking sleepily, a bright smile stretching across his face as he realises what’s happening. “What’s got you so wide-eyed?” he asks, his voice gravelly with sleep.
I turn to look at Ri and Kel, who are now fully awake, their curiosity piqued. “I thought we could have a little fun,” I say, my tone teasing.
Oland raises an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth quirking up in that irresistible way. “What kind of fun?”
With a grin that feels both daring and mischievous, I close my eyes and let the magic swirl within me, tapping into the elemental forces that have become a part of who I am.
I reach out, feeling the energy of fire, water, earth, and air coiling around us, mingling with the Aether like an intricate dance.
“Let me show you,” I murmur, and in an instant, a gentle breeze surrounds us, swirling around us, carrying the sweet scent of jasmine and the late-night blooms.
The atmosphere thickens, charged with anticipation and desire.
“What are you doing?” Kel’s voice is low, filled with a hint of urgency, and my pulse quickens at the raw need I sense in him.
“Trust me,” I reply, letting my fingers weave through the air as I draw on the elemental powers. “Just relax and feel.”
I raise my hands, and suddenly, tiny orbs of fire flicker to life, illuminating the night with a warm, seductive glow. The flames dance above my palms, casting shadows that twist and twirl. The flickering light reflects in their eyes, revealing the hunger brewing within each of them.
With a graceful flick of my wrist, the fire orbs glide toward them, hovering above their bodies, bathing them in warmth.I focus on Sol first, my heart swelling as I direct the energy towards him.
The flames soften, wrapping around him like a tender embrace, igniting his senses without burning.
He gasps, his body arching slightly as the heat pulses against his skin.
“Swyn, this feels incredible.”
I grin, relishing his reaction.
I let the flames linger for a moment longer before directing my attention to Ri, channelling a stream of water that flows gently over him, teasingly cool against the warmth of the fire. He lets out a soft groan, his muscles relaxing under the combined sensations.
“Holy hell,” he murmurs, eyes dark with desire. “You really know how to get a guy’s attention.”
I laugh softly, the sound bubbling from my chest. “Just wait. There’s more.”
With a subtle shift in my focus, I call upon the earth beneath us, letting the energy pulse through the floor and into their bodies, grounding them, while heightening their arousal. I watch as Oland’s eyes widen, each breath growing deeper, more erratic.
Then I summon the air, creating a delicate whirlwind that brushes against their skin, sending shivers of delight racing across their bodies. The tension is building, thick and palpable, as my magic weaves around us, connecting us in ways words can’t express.
“Swyn,” Kel breathes, his voice husky as he arches into the sensations. “You’re amazing.”
“Just wait,” I whisper again, the excitement swirling within me. I want them to feel every ounce of magic, every pulse of desire.