I couldn’t sleep that night. I shifted back and forth in bed thinking about Osmar. And it was the intensity of my thoughts that scared me. My desire for him was all-consuming. I wanted him so much. Yet, I had pushed him away.

When I had arrived home, he had been there already, inside the house waiting for me. He sat at the dining room table, his hands folded.

I didn’t know how he had gotten home before me or unlocked the door? But he was a warlock… so what did I expect?

“What are you doing here?” I asked him, avoiding eye contact as I tossed my keys on the table.

“I wanted to talk to you.”

“We have nothing to talk about.”

“Cameron, I--”

I shook my head at him, making it clear that I was done talking. “You can stay here tonight. I want you gone by morning. You just have to figure out who’s trying to harm you some other way. I can’t have you in my home anymore.”

He attempted to reason with me, but I was too afraid that his reasoning would start to make sense to me and I would give in, and I didn’t want to give in. I hadn’t ever made love with any of the paranormal beings that came through our town and truth be told; I was afraid to. I was especially afraid that Osmar harbored some sort of power over me and that maybe he was using that to incite this desire I felt for him, nearly all day and night. I believed distance from him would bring me back to my senses. I wanted control over my emotions again and I wasn’t going to achieve it in his presence.

This isn’t working, I thought to myself as I stared up at the ceiling in my bedroom, pushing memories of our argument aside. All I could think about was that Osmar was just down the hall and how easy it would be to slip into his room and let him have me. I wanted him to have me.

And as I tried to think of something else, anything else, I found that I couldn’t. I was at the mercy of my body and it was telling me that I needed him inside me. I didn’t know when want had become a need, but somewhere along the line, that threshold had been crossed. I was going to Osmar; he just didn’t know it yet.

My breasts felt heavy, and I was already wet. I couldn’t help but let my hand find its way to my wetness, and I started to play with myself thinking of Osmar, wishing it were his hand instead of my own. I began to stroke my clit, tracing it in circles, before penetrating myself. Rocking my hips up and down, riding my own hand.

I came quickly; breathing heavily, my thighs spread wide, waiting for my heart rate to return to normal and when it did, I knew what I had to do.

I stood up and didn’t bother dressing as I left my room. I walked purposefully down the hall and didn’t bother to knock. I just reached forward and turned the knob, walking into the dark room.

I waited for my eyes to adjust and when they did, I could see Osmar was sitting up on his bed. The blanket around his waist, his bare chest showing. He was sitting up, clearly waiting for me.

I climbed on top of him, pulling back the blanket slowly. His member stood, already hard and waiting for me; I wanted to take it into my mouth, so I did.

I sucked him in deeply and swiftly. He tasted good, and I struggled to take him completely into my mouth. Osmar groaned and grabbed me by my hair, keeping my lips planted around his shaft, moving my mouth up and down his length. He wasn’t just long. He was also thick and I wondered if my sex would accommodate his. Not that it mattered, I would make it fit, even if he split me apart.

And with that thought, I brought my lips away from his sex, settled in his lap, and slid my wetness down on his waiting erection. We were still, silent, not moving, just listening to each other breath as my sex stretched to accommodate his own.

But then his hands grabbed my hips and he began to work me up and down on his sex. I took over, bouncing in his lap, my breasts jiggling with each of my movements. He grabbed them, roughly handling them while he kissed my neck and then pinched my nipples. It didn’t take me long to come as I rode him until my inner muscles clenched, and I became so wet that moisture dampened my thighs. And when I came, I screamed his name, tossing my head back. Osmar wasn’t done though. He tossed me down on the bed, climbed on top of me and thrust into me, forcing his sex into my own as my muscles quivered in ecstasy. My body welcomed him at that moment. He owned me and I happily, fully submitted to him.

When he finally came and I felt the heat of his desire spread into my sex, I moaned and tried to keep my body from shaking. But I couldn’t; our lovemaking had rocked me to my core and as I surrendered to sleep, he gently held me, not saying a word. In that silence, I found peace; my emotions and my physical being were no longer at war.

The next morning when I woke up next to him, I expected to feel awkward. Or at the very least, regret. But no, after making love over and over that night, several times, Osmar had whispered in my ear how much he adored me, how much he desired me. His words made me feel confident, secure and valued. His hands, almost worshipful on my body in the wee hours of the night made me feel special, dare I say, even loved.

Weeks after we became lovers, I sensed something was bothering Osmar and I figured it was not knowing who had harmed him. I contacted Jackie and asked her if she could stop by one afternoon. I figured that she might be able to help him and I trusted her. I didn’t give her any details. I just told her that I had a friend I wanted her to meet. She agreed to stop by that very afternoon. I didn’t tell Osmar and so he was surprised when she showed up at the door.

“I see you finally met your mate,” Jackie said smiling at me as she spotted Osmar behind me in the living room when I opened the door. What was more surprising than her words though was that they were directed not at me, but at Osmar.

I looked at her curiously, confused by her words. “Jackie, what are you talking about?”

Jackie frowned and looked from me to Osmar. “I thought---”

Silently Osmar shook his head and Jackie gave him a funny look, not continuing her sentence.

“I’m sorry, Osmar. When Cameron finally called, I thought it meant the two of you were ready. That you had,” she paused, “Well you know.”

I was still at a loss. I looked at Osmar. His expression was unreadable. Instantly, I felt my body grow tense.

“Osmar, what’s going on? How do you and Jackie know each other?”

He looked at Jackie and then back at me and sighed, “I lied to you, Cameron.”

His comment didn’t register at all. I stared between the two of them in confusion. “What? I don’t understand what’s going on.”

Jackie looked between the two of us and her eyes were full of regret. “I’m sorry Osmar. I thought she knew.”

“Knew what?” I said, growing angry, as she moved to leave. I stood in front of her blocking her exit.

“Osmar will explain everything.” She then put on her sunglasses and walked purposefully to her car; I moved to follow behind her, but Osmar stopped me.

“Let Jackie go.” He said softly, “This is between you and me. You see, I didn’t come here to find out who hurt me. I came here to find you. You’re my betrothed. My mate.”