Chapter Seven - Every Nook, Every Cranny
Cyrene
He plays with my knockers, his thumbs rubbing on my tits, as he hovers over me, exploring every nook and every cranny. His tongue sinks into my collarbone as he tastes my skin, breathing in my scent deeply. I want him inside me. He pulls down my pj's and I push down my panties.
“Whoa, easy there,” he says, grabbing my hands by the wrists. He wants to be the alpha here. I just want him inside me. I want him to take me. I don’t care who is dominant right now. He pushes his finger into my mouth and I suck on it, my eyes closed, my body tense. Then he pushes the finger inside me, thrusting in and out gently. One finger, two fingers, three big fingers as my juices begin flowing. He lowers his head between my legs, exhales on my slightly haired pussy, then descends. I feel his wet tongue flicker around, tasting me again, making out with my pussy. He tongue-fucks me softly, devouring my pussy hungrily. I arch my back, my body pulsating as I open my eyes and see him going down on me. My eyes wander to the wall behind him, to the clock, to the time.
“Holy fucking shit!”
He moans without stopping.
“Stop,” I say. “Shit, fuck, shit, shit, shit.”
“What,” he looks at me, his head still between my legs.
“I have to go.”
“What,” he looks bewildered. “Now? Right now?”
“Yes,” I say.
“Do you have to?”
“It’s the coven meeting. I forgot. I…I just—”
“It’s okay,” he says, his disappointment visible in his eyes.
“I…” I begin.
“Just go,” he says, looking away.
I hurriedly put my clothes back on, grab my purse, hop on my broom and kick it. Leaving my heart behind, I head high up into the air, above the clouds, to the coven meeting.
Half a dozen witches are already there. The other half joins in soon and then Minerva appears and smiles at me.
“Good of you to show on time for a change,” she says.
“Here,” I toss the dragon hair to her.
“See, that wasn’t so difficult now, was it? I told you I knew you could do it.”
“It almost cost me my life.”
“We all must take risks,” she says.
“Aren’t you the one who keeps telling us to be careful?” I counter.
“I am. Don’t be reckless, don’t take unnecessary risks, but don’t stop taking risks altogether. Life would be no fun without them.”
“What do you know about fun,” I murmur. Minerva looks at me questioningly. I shake my head.
Bats flies in. “Cyrene! You are here! I went to your place, couldn’t find you,” she pants. “I was so worried.”
I just shrug. Minerva begins the meeting, but nothing of importance comes up. Before dismissing us, she asks if any of us have questions or suggestions. I raise my hand.
“What happens if a witch falls in love with a dragon?”
Minerva narrows her gaze, a knowing look on her face. I hate her knowing looks. Another stupid witch mumbles, “It’s an abomination.”
“Take the risks you have to,” Minerva says. “We all do.”
“One more thing,” I raise my hand again.
Minerva nods with a jerk of her chin toward me.
“Can we have these meetings on Skype instead? That would be quicker, faster and more convenient for everyone.”
“Oh Cyrene, my child, when will you learn,” she says and flies away. All the witches disappear into thin air, leaving me with Bats.
“What, no rush to go back home?” She asks.
“I don’t know.”
“Is everything okay?” Bats looks concerned.
“I think I might be falling in love.”
“That is a good thing, Cyrene.”
“With a Dragon Shifter,” I add.
“I don’t know what to say,” she says.
“Yeah, neither do I.”
We both fly off in different directions, back to our homes.
***
I lie in bed thinking about Dell, unable to sleep. I know where he lives and yet I don’t have his number. I have my first show coming up, my schedule is filled with rehearsals and work and the more I try to make time for him, the less time I find.
I also have a meeting coming up with Erin Vam, the head of Glance Modeling Agency. I have only heard her name, never seen or met her. People rave about her like she is some kind of Goddess. I am told I will get to meet her after my debut, be the show opener and stopper for her new line of Fall/Winter collection.
In the days that follow, I see my life taking on a new dimension, splitting into two directions. The one I signed up for, the life of glamour and the one I didn’t sign up for, falling for Dell. I know nothing about him. What does he want? He didn’t seem too interested. Does he just want sex? Or does he want something more? Am I ready for more?
I get an advance paycheck and quit my remaining job to fully focus on modeling. Fred keeps calling me ‘raw,’ while Yael morphs me into someone I can’t recognize. Two days before the final show, I have a huge disagreement with Fred.
I sit in front of a mirror as Yael guides a stylist, suggesting my looks.
“You have to arrange her hair so she can be a show opener with one style,” Yael says in her thick Israeli accent, “but be the show stopper with a different one.”
The stylist, a lean guy with gray and black hair, nods.
I close my eyes as he works on my eyes, plumps my lips as he paints them and then Fred barges in.
“Listen,” he says, “your hair is beautiful. But you need to get it cut shorter so we can focus on the clothes you display.”
“No one touches my hair,” I say. “It’s non-negotiable.”
“It is in your contract,” he says. “We own you.”
Yael looks nervous, flitting about, trying to speak but remaining quiet.
“Like fuck you do,” I say, knocking my mug, spilling the coffee on the makeup table. Yael rushes to find tissue papers to clean up. The stylist goes slow-mo in an Oh-My-God way.
“We will sue you, take you to court,” Fred yells back.
I ignore him and walk out, my make-up half done.