Magic and Mayhem: How To Train A Witch (Kindle Worlds Novella) (Baba Yaga Saga Book 1) (12 page)

Morgana rose and towered over her very tall charge. She put a finger under her servant’s chin and lifted it.

“For teaching my prickly dragon witch to trust her heart again, the handsome dragon has more than earned his way out of my debt. If you truly wish his freedom as your favor—what is it you Celtic witches say—oh yes…
so mote it be
.”

“
Now?
You’re releasing him now—as in immediately?” Jezibaba asked in surprise.

“Why not? Are you afraid the dragon won’t stick around to continue helping you guard the girls?” Morgana demanded, her mouth tilted in a smirk. “I suppose I can hold off a bit if you want.”

Jezibaba backed away. She couldn’t risk Morgana changing her mind. “No. What Damien decides after it happens doesn’t matter to me. I asked for his freedom and I still wish it.”

Morgana snapped her fingers. “Then it’s done.”

“Thank you,” Jezibaba said quietly, unsure what to think about Morgana’s quick concession. “Now who do I have to kill for you in return?”

“Oh Child, you still have so much to learn. There is a time to make war and a time to make love. The trick is in recognizing which is which.”

A loud pounding knock on her door had Jezibaba’s eyebrows shooting up. She heard him nearly yelling through it.

“It’s Damien. Sorry to interrupt, but we need to talk. It’s critical I see you tonight.”

“You know, I’ve bedded a dragon or two in my time. They’ve got a lot of stamina,” Morgana trilled as she finger waved. “Not as much as Emeritus has of course, but not all creatures can be
that
perfect. Let yourself enjoy the dragon at least for tonight. From a certain point of view, you paid for him, Elenora.”

When Morgana disappeared, the room was so quiet Jezibaba could hear her own heart beating. She turned and walked to the door in a daze of confusion. Had she played into Morgana’s hand somehow and given the Goddess exactly what she wanted all along? Why was the Goddess pushing her into Damien’s bed?

She opened the door to see the man in question staring at her with a mixture disbelief and awe. Her face burned with embarrassment for the first time in a century. Trust her wicked overseer to turn her request into a drama for all concerned. Morgana loved stirring shit up. She spoke before Damien could.

“No need to get crazy about this, Professor Smoke. Morgana owed me and I used the leverage to free you and your family. Just be grateful to have control of your life back.”

Damien nodded. “Oh, I am grateful. The lifting of the debt was instantaneous and I’m sure it was felt by all my kin. My mother even contacted me on my walk over here. I want to know how this miracle came about, but first… what did the Goddess demand of you in exchange?”

Jezibaba shook her head. “Demand? Nothing. What Morgana expects though is another matter, and I would rather not say. The rest of our conversation was just a part of our normal contest of wills.”

Damien looked back at the warlocks guarding her door, then turned his attention to her again. “Please don’t ask me to go back to my room and pace all night long. There is no way I can sleep now. Can I please come in?”

Jezibaba tilted her head up to meet his eyes. “I refused you earlier and I still think that’s best. My stipulations haven’t changed, Professor. If you cross my threshold, you know what’s going to happen between us.”

“Yes, I’m counting on it. And I intend to prove you wrong,” Damien said.

Resigned to letting the dragon spend the night with her, Jezibaba moved away from the door. “Enter then. But I am making no promises about tomorrow.”

“Understood,” Damien said.

Then he stepped inside and closed the door to lock them in.

“I can’t talk about what was said between me and the Goddess tonight. I can’t risk offending her by being indiscreet.” And the truth was that she didn’t want him to know that she had first asked to know her dragon ancestor.

“Fine,” Damien replied.

“Fine?” Jezibaba asked, her voice rising in surprise.

Damien nodded as he walked to her. “Yes. I trust you and I don’t really want to talk.”

“You don’t?”

He chuckled as he neared her. “No. I’m done talking. I want to find out whether you want it slow and easy, or hard and rough, the first time. Though I think I’m going to have a very hard time going slow after waiting seventy-five years for you.”

“Damien—don’t make this more than it is.”

He gripped her chin and stared into her eyes. “Dear Elenora, she who is now the Great Jezibaba, you cannot make this less than what it was meant to be just because you’re afraid. I told you before—and I repeat myself now—I don’t give a damn how many males have disappointed you.
I won’t.”

She giggled above his hand. “Damien, I never doubted your bedroom talents. And I’m not afraid.”

“Really? You never answered my question, Witch. Slow and easy or fast and rough?”

“Braggart. Can I have both?” Jezibaba asked.

“Done,” he declared.

His mouth came down on hers, gentle and demanding at once. The world may have stopped spinning for a fraction of a second—she wasn’t sure. Damien finally freed her mouth only to trail hot kisses down her neck. She let him do so without uttering a single complaint, mostly because he caused a dizzying level of lust she hadn’t felt in—oh, maybe never.

“Forgive me,” Damien whispered against her collar bone.

“For what now?” she whispered back, laughing softly as her eyes closed in contentment. What he was doing felt so damn good.

They opened wide when she gasped in shock, stunned by the trail of fire burning a line down the front of her dress. Damien’s hands ripped what was left of it apart and pushed the ruined material out of his way. Yet all of that barely registered over the feel of his mouth caressing every inch of skin he uncovered.

She whimpered when he dropped to his knees and kissed her navel while he growled. “I have a perfectly fine bed we can use. I conjured it myself,” she whispered.

Damien ran his hands around the back of her hips and cupped the rounded cheeks of her firm ass. “And we’ll get there eventually,” he whispered back, continuing his exploration. “I know what is beneath the scrap of lingerie you wear as a barrier. All you are will belong to me shortly.”

“No tattoos though,” she ordered, wobbling on legs weakened by desire.

“Tattoos? What are you… okay, no tattoos,” he promised, laughing at her strange, huskily-given order. “But you’re going to feel my fire—and you’re going to want to. I need to give it to you. You’re going to have to tell me if I hurt you.”

“Doubtful
…”
She hissed when his head dipped to her ruined lace covered crotch. His tongue lashed out against the lace, his fire searing the remaining fabric, melting it away. Yet her delicate skin there remained unharmed, as was made obvious from her groaning against his tongue.

“
Goddess, that feels good,” she called out when his hand slid between her legs replacing his mouth. He tongued her navel as he stroked inside her with talented fingers, the heat he created setting her on fire in every way a human could feel.

She heard Damien speaking in dragon as he buried his face between her legs again. She collapsed around him from the mind-bending pleasure he brought her, laughing at the sheer volume of pleasure as she fell. She wasn’t surprised in the least when he stood up with her already caught in his arms. Despite her large size for a female, he made her feel light and sexy.

He made her feel like she was every enticing female fantasy to him.

“Smooth move… very smooth, Professor Smoke,” she praised.

His white teeth gleamed in the night, then he chuckled. “Just preparing my lover to receive me,” he explained, carrying her to the bed.

“I admire your technique, Sir. Perhaps I’ll have to change my mind about intellectual men… and dragons,” she teased, letting him strip the ruined clothes from her humming body.

“I know you are the Great Jezibaba, but it is not all you are. You are Elenora the Dragoness as well. I know because she also calls to me tonight. Both sides of you have me answering with a free mind and heart.”

Somehow he’d removed his clothes while he’d been talking. Damien’s pretty speech was followed by his naked body rolling onto hers. They fit together like two perfect puzzle pieces were meant to do. There were no preliminaries in satisfying their needs, just an animalistic joining that had her gasping at the pleasure of him filling her.

At the moment of her climax, she started to call his name, but a burst of fire erupted from her throat instead. Startled, she tilted her head away, baring her throat, but Damien pulled her face to his and covered her mouth with his instead. His plunging tongue echoed his plunging body. Both whipped up another frenzy and the second climax he gave her proved more violent than the first. Her whimper against his mouth got an unprecedented reaction.

He withdrew with a growl almost as soon as the pleasure hit full force. He flipped her over roughly and raised her hips to re-enter her from behind before it had faded. His second growl was one of satisfaction and it had her legs quivering. Somehow her hands found the headboard. The rest of her clenched around him attempting to keep him inside.

He bent over her back and warned in her ear, “Don’t set the bed on fire,” just before they simultaneously hit the next level of bliss together. An actual scream escaped her throat this time and she heard Damien groaning behind her as he found satisfaction at last.

When their breath had finally settled, he slid from her, and promptly pulled her across his chest as he lay flat out and panting on the bed. She was still panting too, trying to get back the breath he’d caused her to lose… or the breath her dragon fire had taken. How had she gotten it back?

Beneath her head, Damien’s heart was pounding hard.

“Three times. That was impressive, Professor Hottie.” She heard herself growling against his chest.

Her yelp as Damien yanked her up by her hair killed the teasing sarcasm she had been cultivating in her mind. His suddenly concerned gaze searched hers, then he ran a hand possessively over her back. It stumbled and skidded along her spine, and then he yanked her hair again even harder than before. His eyes were blazing in alarm.

“Transport us outside and do it now. No clothes,” he ordered.

“What…?”

“Obey me, Witch. It’s critical that you do,” Damien hissed, baring sharp teeth at her to prove his seriousness.

“Where the hell are your pretty speeches? You fuck well, Professor, but you totally suck at pillow talk,” Jezibaba declared.

Glaring at him when he growled and flashed teeth at her in answer, she gave in to his demands and magically transported them to the back of the building where she’d watch him fly away. It was at least secluded.

She also made damn sure the bossy academic was the one lying with his ass on the cold, hard ground when they materialized. She, on the other hand, was comfortably warm lying on top of him still.

“Happy now, Mr. Bossy Pants?” she demanded against his chest, kissing the center of it. “Why the hell are we out here? Is this some sort of kinky dragon thing?”

“Yes. Get off me and stand up,” he commanded, pushing her until she struggled upright.

Next thing Jezibaba knew, she was on her feet and weaving. Her legs were aching something fierce from what they’d done. Damien had not spared her body at all. She glared at her insensitive lover. “Don’t push me too hard, Dragon. You’ve already ruined my afterglow. What’s next on your agenda of sexual mood killers?”

Damien paced around her, staring at her naked body in the moonlight. Jezibaba rolled her eyes at his approving gaze, but kept silent for fear she’d offend the strange, egotistical male who’d pleasured her better than any other had done.

Playing nice would likely get them back inside and in bed faster. She was bone tired from the three climaxes he’d given her, but she also felt strange, and her legs were hurting worse every minute.

“Got enough fresh air yet, Professor Kink? My legs hurt. Take me back to bed.”

He snorted at her teasing. “You’re about to shift, Woman. You can’t do it inside.”

“Shift?” Jezibaba bent and laughed. “Look Damien—you were excellent in the sack, but now you’re talking crazy. That whole Elenora the Dragoness thing was a very pretty description but only poetically rhetorical about my situation, right?”

“Do you even know what the word rhetorical means?” he demanded.

“Does it matter?” Jezibaba rolled her eyes again and crossed her arms over her breasts. Now they hurt too. Goddess, she hurt all over. How rough had he been?

“Look Professor Asshole, I’m tired, sexually sated, and I want to go back to bed. Either go with me, or I’m leaving your ass out here in the cold.”

“No,” Damien declared. “Elenora wants out. I feel her coming.”

His phrasing made her laugh again and earned her a glare for finding his tongue slip amusing.

“That was me you felt coming, fool. Surely it hasn’t been that long.”

Then a fire of mythical proportions swept over her. The only reason she didn’t scream was that the pain stole her breath. She tried to straighten up but couldn’t.

“Uhhhh… Goddess damn that hurts… everything hurts. What is fucking happening to me, Damien?”

She bent forward more when the pain made her do so. Suddenly it felt like every joint in her body was exploding. Then the Witchery U world exploded around her.

Damien ran from her, his junk swinging. He continued cursing and running like hell until he was at least a hundred yards out of reach. The sight of his fleeing ass made her laugh for a moment, but when she drew in a breath to try and tell him, fire shot out of her mouth instead.

She blinked her eyes, finding it strange to be able to see everything around her all at once. Damien tilted his head up as he slowly walked back to her, keeping to the side.

What happened to me? When I open my mouth, I breathe dragon fire. I’m talking in my head to you, aren’t I? Am I floating above you or something? You look very small to me right now.

Damien shook his head and laughed at her complaining. “I’m sorry, but I’m also not sorry. You are magnificent. I’ve never seen a solid red dragon before. You must look like your ancestor once did. You know, I told my mother you were a dragon virgin, but at the time I was joking because I still thought you were human. Sex with me must have triggered your first shift.”