Touchdown Daddy (158 page)

He wet his finger and slid it slowly into her. She moaned and squirmed as he moved it in and out of her. How had she never done this before? She’d been missing out big time. By the time he stopped her head was spinning and she wanted all of him.

He wiped his mouth and came back to her. The look on his face showed just as much nervousness as she felt.

“Just be careful,” she said.

“I will.”

She tensed slightly when she felt the tip of his dick press against her. But he didn’t slip inside her yet. He rubbed his cock between her lips, spreading her wetness around. Then he placed his head at her opening and pushed in the tiniest bit.

She relaxed and he pressed deeper. He stopped and looked at her face. She nodded and he pushed in more until he was full inside her. It didn’t hurt like she thought it would. He stopped for a moment, his body shivering in delight.

“Oh, my God,” he said. “I never thought it could feel so good.”

She dug her fingers into his hair and kissed him. He began to move his hips slowly, backing out of her slightly then pressing in deep again. After a few minutes they sped up and found a rocking motion.

Her body thrummed in pleasure, every nerve on fire with it. She gripped his ass to pull him deeper and he moaned in her ear. They moved together, and she felt the dizzy feeling again. The intensity built in her until she knew what was coming.

She thrust her hips hard against him as she felt the orgasm break over her. She cried out in pleasure, forcing him in harder and deeper as she came. He thrust against her faster and faster until he also cried out, then fell against her in shudders.

He breathed heavily, his whole body trembling just like hers. “Holy crap,” he panted. “I had no idea it would feel
that
good. No wonder everyone makes such a huge deal out of it.”

“I know,” she breathed back. “That was amazing.”

“Thank you,” he said.

She chuckled. “You’re welcome?”

He laughed and dropped his head to nuzzle her neck. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” she said. “But I think we have a new problem now.”

“What?” He picked up his head to look at her.

“Well, we’re going to have to do this all the time. I don’t see how I’ll be able to keep my hands off you.”

He pulled his mouth into a crooked smile. “You’d better not.”

They’d had fun together before, doing magic in the woods, but now the time Kiara and Spence spent together was even more amazing. Not only did they still do magic, but now they could also be dragons together. And after their first time in the woods they often snuck into each other’s rooms after a night of magic and had a different kind of magic in their beds.

Kiara was on top of the world with joy. Life had never been so amazing. They had discovered that Spence’s wolf-dragon made him a superior shifter in almost every way. He was not only stronger and faster but his blood was warmer, which made things like attracting prey easier. He flew better, moved more quietly and his magic was even stronger than hers, no matter what form she was in. And somehow the wolf stayed with him, so that even in human form his senses were heightened. He almost needed the moonlight issue to balance him out. Kiara often called him ‘OP’, a term for a character who was overpowered.

They’d even learned to handle the moonlight thing. If he stayed covered fully, usually with a hoodie, gloves and long shirts and pants, and faced away from the moon, he was okay. Since his magic was stronger he’d learned the cloaking spell faster, and could already hold his longer than Kiara could. At times she was tempted to feel jealous. But he never bragged and he only ever used his abilities to benefit them both, so she had little to be jealous about.

“Okay, so what’s the plan for tonight?” he asked. He brushed the tip of his soft tail under her dragon belly and made her squirm.

“You better stop that, or we’ll never get anything done.”

He sighed. “Are we good on cloaking? I kind of want to work on my fire breathing.”

“I don’t know how useful that will be.”

“But it’s cool.”

She laughed. “It is.”

His head snapped to the right and he froze. “Someone’s coming.”

They both changed back to human form and he quickly put up his hood and turned from the moon. They cloaked themselves to be safe.

“It’s Erica,” he said.

Kiara sniffed harder, but in human form there was no way she was going to smell whoever it was. “You sure?”

He nodded. “I’ve got to find a way to convince my dad to stop worrying about what’s going on in the woods. Find an animal to blame the damage on or something. That has to be why she’s out here.”

“Or we have to find a new spot. We keep killing plants and stuff in the same area.”

“Yeah, but this is the best spot, and it’s not like he won’t know if we go somewhere else and destroy a bunch of stuff there.” He gestured around to the crushed plants and fallen trees that ringed the clearing. “We should keep our damage to one area instead of ruining another one.”

“Yeah, but they keep looking.”

“Let’s just charm her. Make her not want to look.”

She hated the thought of using magic on her friends. It was one thing to use magic so their parents didn’t question why they were in the woods so much or didn’t hear them upstairs fooling around, but against her best friend? It had been necessary to use magic to keep Erica from getting her feelings hurt over Spence choosing Kiara instead of her, and she supposed this was necessary, too, to keep her safe. “I guess we don’t have a choice.”

They moved in her direction, but then there was a loud snap and a shout of pain. It was definitely Erica’s voice. They exchanged glances and crept faster in the direction of the sound.

When they got close enough to see they found Erica lying on the ground, clutching her ankle.

“Do you smell that?” he whispered.

“What?”

“It’s broken.”

“Huh?”

“I can smell the marrow inside her bone. She broke it.”

She shoved his shoulder lightly. “Freak.”

He grinned at her and kissed her. “I’m going to go help her.”

“Me too.”

“No.” He stopped and turned to her. “Think about it. She knows you’re a witch and that you do magic out here. If she knows I was out here with you she’ll figure out that I am, too, and it’ll just make things worse. Plus, I’ll probably have to carry her out and I don’t think you could lift her.”

“I guess.”

“Stay close and stay cloaked. That way if we need you you’ll be right there. You can act like you were just doing magic out here as a witch.”

“Okay.”

He uncloaked himself, then called out, “Erica?”

“Spencer!” Erica said. “What are you doing here?”

“I heard you yelling. Are you okay?”

She looked down at her foot and shook her head. “I think I twisted my ankle or something. It really hurts.”

He went to her and picked her up, carrying her in his arms. “I’ll get you home.”

“Thank you. I can’t believe you were in the woods. Are you still searching for the animal causing the damage? My dad said it’s been worse the last few weeks.”

“I know. My dad did, too. Yeah, I was out here looking.”

Kiara followed behind them, walking carefully to avoid making a sound as she stayed cloaked.

“What’s with the gloves?” Erica asked.

“Oh, I… like to pick plants and stuff and sometimes I get prickers, so I have these gloves to protect my hands.”

Kiara almost snorted in laughter. He may have gotten better at a lot of things, but making up lies on the fly was not one of them.

They were getting close to the edge of the woods. Spence ducked to avoid hitting his head on a low-hanging branch, and his hood fell back. Kiara saw and gasped, then ran to him, but it was too late. The moonlight touched the back of his neck and his skin turned to scales and fur.

Erica landed hard on the ground when Spence dropped her and screamed. She scooted back, trying to get away from him. Spence moved around frantically as his body grew in size, trying to find a patch of darkness to change back to human form, but it was too late. Erica had seen him fully and was watching with a terrified look on her face as he tried to escape the moonlight.

Kiara stuck out her hand and touched him, cloaking them both. When he vanished from sight, relief flooded over her. Only recently had she been able to cloak someone else as well as herself and she was still working on increasing the strength of the spell.

“Hold your cloak,” she whispered, and pulled the large blanket from her bag. She’d started carrying it for this reason, and because having sex on leaves and twigs wasn’t the most comfortable thing. She threw the blanket over his tall dragon head, and in seconds he had changed back.

“Crap, crap, crap,” he said.

Kiara stared at him, not knowing what to do. Erica had gotten to her good foot and was hobbling away. “Should I go after her? You certainly can’t.”

He let out a string of profanity under his breath. “I can’t believe this. Is she going to die now?”

“Uh… I…” She glanced back to her see her friend hopping and looking around for the suddenly vanished wolf-dragon. She had forgotten about the curse in their panic to get him hidden. But she remembered how sick Spence had been after seeing her in dragon form. Her stomach twisted and her chest burned painfully. Not her best friend. And Erica wasn’t a witch, so Kiara couldn’t give her the power to shift even if she wanted to. “Probably.” Tears pricked at her eyes and her throat burned.

“Crap, crap, crap!” He let out more profanities and kicked at the ground, then started punching a nearby tree.

“That’s not going to help anything,” she said, catching his fist before he could hit the tree again. “We have to go after her and see what she does. She can’t tell anyone else or they’ll die, too. And then we need to think of a way to save her.”

“Right. Okay.” Spence took a deep breath and they followed after Erica, staying hidden and out of the moonlight, walking quietly to avoid being heard.

When they caught up to her Erica was on her phone, telling someone to come and get her. They were so close to the edge of the woods that she was almost out and to the street.

Kiara stopped. “What do we do? You can’t go out there in the moonlight. It’s too risky, even if you stay cloaked. Someone is on their way.”

“What are you going to do, though? Tell her not to say anything about me? Then you’d have to tell her that you know.”

Kiara balled her hand into a fist as she watched Erica hobble toward the road, where her car was parked. “No, I guess that won’t help anything. You think she’ll be okay, though? I don’t want to just leave her.”

“We need to find the dragon and beg him to make her a shifter so she can live.”

“No, she can’t. She’s not a witch. She has no magic.”

“But you gave me magic, didn’t you? Can’t you do that for her?”

“I wish. I’ve tried, believe me. But I didn’t give you magic. It wasn’t like an infuse magic spell or something. I made you into the person I wanted most. Nature made you a wizard because that’s what I wanted.”

He shook his head hard. “That’s so… weird. But then there has to be a spell to give her magic.”

“I’ve never seen one. You’re the only person I know or have ever heard of who gained magic. And even then I’ve wondered if there isn’t magic in your blood, but it just wasn’t strong or something. In all the books I’ve read, and all the time I’ve spent with other witches, no one ever heard of a way to give someone magic. You must have been at least a tiny bit before because otherwise it’s just impossible.”

“Okay, okay, I get it. What do we do then?”

She looked down at her ring. The one that would erase the secret from Erica’s mind and stop the curse, but kill her in return. It was the only answer she had left.

“Let’s get back to your house to think,” she said. “We have at least a day before the curse kills her.”

They ran toward his house, cloaked and speed running with the blanket draped over Spence, and levitated into his room. There they paced together, stepping over his piles of dirty clothes, thinking.

“Maybe there’s a way to cast a spell to keep her from talking about it, and maybe if we did the dragon would uncurse her,” Spence said.

“After the whole wolf-dragon thing, I don’t think he’s going to help us.”

“What about another dragon?”

She shook her head. “I don’t know any personally. I’ve met a few at the haven, but none that I know the names of to summon or anything. I don’t think any of them would help us.”

“A memory charm?”

She pulled her mouth to the side. “That could work to erase the secret, but it won’t stop the curse now that it’s been activated.”

“Are we sure it has been? I mean, if I’m a more powerful shifter and there’s all the wolf stuff, maybe that’s different too?”

“That seems too good to be true. But I guess we won’t know until she starts getting sick.”

There was a knock on his door. “Spencer?”

His mom. He opened the door.

“Oh, Kiara, you’re here. Can you both come downstairs for a minute?”

Kiara and Spence exchanged looks. They didn’t have time for whatever parental thing Spence’s parents wanted to happen. They trudged downstairs and found his father in the living room.

“Have a seat,” he said.

Mr. and Mrs. James, Spence’s parents, sat side by side on the couch. Oh no, was this ‘the talk’? Were they going to be told not to be alone together and to use protection and all of that? They so did not have time for this tonight.

“We received a very strange call tonight,” Mr. James said. “Your friend Erica claims that you were in the woods, Spencer, and that you carried her out when she fell and broke her ankle, but then—” He stopped to shake his head. “Then she said you changed into a dragon.”

Oh no. Oh no, no, no. What had Erica done? She’d been out of the woods for what, an hour, and had already told someone? Hadn’t she been afraid they would think she was crazy for saying what she saw? Who just goes and blurts that out? Kiara and Spence exchanged a wide-eyed glance. Neither of them had thought she’d tell someone so soon. Kiara squeezed his hand, hard, and it was clammy with sweat, just like hers.

“Now we know that you’re both good friends with Erica,” Mrs. James said, “and that you’d never want to get her in trouble, but this isn’t the time to keep secrets. We need you to be honest.” She gave them each a grave look. “Is she taking drugs?”

Kiara breathed out a long sigh of relief. They didn’t believe her. Would that mean the curse wouldn’t work on them? “I don’t know, actually.” She looked at Spence, then gave them a sheepish look. “Spence and I have been spending so much time together that I haven’t seen her much. I guess that doesn’t make me a very good friend.”

“Oh, well, that happens,” Mrs. James said.

“The reason we were called,” Mr. James said, “is because she claims this dragon that she saw was the animal responsible for doing the recent damage in the woods. Her father called me about it.”

“Well, I’m sure you’ll figure out the real problem eventually,” Spence said.

Mr. James shook his head and pinched the bridge of his nose.

There was a knock at the door and Spence’s father got up to answer it. They heard him discussing something with a man who Kiara was ninety percent sure was Erica’s father.

“No, she’s at the hospital now,” they heard Mr. Graham say from the front door. “But you have to see this. She got a photo.”

Spence clutched Kiara’s hand again and they looked at each other with a wild expression.

“What’s going on?” Mrs. James asked. “Why do you two look so afraid and guilty?”

The men came into the room then, and Spence’s father looked angry. “Explain this.” He held Erica’s phone to show Spence the photo of himself in wolf-dragon form. His gold chain, the one with the small gold cross that he was given as a child and always wore, hung around the dragon’s neck. She remembered how Spence had seen the necklace he’d given her and thought that was enough proof that she was a dragon shifter. How could they convince his parents that wasn’t Spence in the photo?

Mr. James’ hand started to shake. “Now, I’ve ignored the rumors. You think we don’t know what you two are up to? Out in the woods all the time, spending every second together. People say you’re doing magic, the both of you.”

Spence shook his head. “That’s crazy.”

Kiara gulped. Had Erica told someone about that, too?

“Is it?” Mr. James continued. “There have been reports of witches and wizards in this area for decades. Strange occurrences, weird things in the forest. That’s why we’ve been so desperate to catch whatever was out there. We had a feeling it was something unnatural. And now I find out it might be my son doing all this? Running around the woods destroying nature, doing magic, and terrorizing his friends.”

“Dad.” Spence held his hands up. “You sound insane. Listen to yourself.”

Mr. James shook his head. “You kids think you’re so smart.” He paced in front of them. “You’re playing with things you shouldn’t be touching.”

“What are you talking about?” Spence threw his hands in the air. “Magic? Wizards? Dragons? Dad, this is real life, not the freaking fantasy channel!”

Mr. James turned and held out his hand, then a shot of yellow light soared from his palm to Spence’s mouth.