Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 46787 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46787 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
I knew better than to judge a book by its cover. Not many in town have seen his half Kraken form where the bottom half of him is all tentacles, like an octopus—or his full Kraken form where his top half grows tentacles too and he looks like Cthulhu.
But for now there wasn’t a tentacle in sight, just a big guy with a melancholy look on his face.
“Hey, you all right?” I asked, poking him in one broad shoulder. Some people are afraid of Liam because of the way he can transform into a huge tentacle monster, and because he’s often pretty grumpy, but I don’t scare easy.
“Fine. Can I eat in peace?” he demanded, glaring at me.
“You’ve been ‘eating in peace’ for the past hour,” I pointed out. “Everyone else is gone and I’m going to close up early. You want a box to take that home?”
Liam huffed but finally nodded.
“I’ll take a to-go box if you’ve got places to be,” he growled.
“Where I mainly want to be is off my feet,” I told him. Preferably on my back with some willing man between my thighs servicing me, but I chose not to say that out loud.
Liam knows I’m half Succubus—most everyone in town does, it’s not like I try to hide it. But that doesn’t mean I flaunt it either. If I started flirting and sleeping with the men and male Creatures in Hidden Hollow, I wouldn’t be welcome here for long. (That’s because most of the members of the Town Council are well past ninety and absolute prudes.)
So I got Liam a to-go box and saw him on his way. It wasn’t until I turned the sign over to “closed” and pulled down the shade, that I remembered the Lust Tea that was still steeping on the counter and decided it was time to take it.
I just hoped that it worked!
2
GOLDIE
Iwent over to check the Lust Tea and found that the liquid in the cup, which had been a pale, barely-there pink when I poured the water in, was now a dark red. Well good—hadn’t Willow said it would get stronger the longer it steeped? It wasn’t hearts and flowers I needed tonight—it was serious and sensual loving. Whoever came through my door was going to get it—I wasn’t messing around.
I looked at the cantrip, which is kind of a mini spell, like the one I used to make hot water into hot chocolate. The instructions said that I had to say out loud the males I wanted to exclude and then take a single sip of the tea. After that I was to speak the spell before drinking the rest of the tea as fast as possible.
“All right,” I said and took a deep breath. “I don’t want any male who wants to harm or kill me, I don’t want anyone so strange I can’t feel attraction to him, and I don’t want anyone tied to his mama’s apron strings. Just bring me a male—or males—that are hot and horny and ready to go.”
Then I lifted the mug to my mouth. A warm, sweet steam that smelled of rose hips and cinnamon drifted up to tickle my nose. I took a sip and sighed happily. The tea was strong and very sweet, even though I hadn’t added any honey or sugar to it. I nearly drank more of it before I remembered I was supposed to speak the cantrip first.
Reading carefully from the paper, which was written in Willow’s neat, round handwriting I spoke the spell aloud.
“Tea of love or tea of lust
Bring me one that I can trust
Make him handsome,
Make him strong
Let him hear my true love’s song.”
And that was it. As I said, it wasn’t a complicated spell but I could feel it working as I drank down the rest of the tea. Willow definitely had more practical magic than she gave herself credit for, I thought as a tingling sensation ran through my body. She was an arcane herbalist as well as a Medium.
The tingling power started in my throat, as I swallowed the last of my tea and then raced through me like ripples in a pond, only these ripples were made of pure pleasure and desire. My nipples got even tighter and my pussy was hungry to be filled. I really hoped that the spell brought a man to service me—otherwise I’d just made my Succubus cravings ten times worse!
It reminded me of the time—not that long ago—when I’d eaten not one but two of Celia’s Horny Pear Tarts. They’re made with special magical pears that only come in season for one day of the year. The last time Celia had harvested some to make her special tarts, she and her Heartmate, Malik, had been getting busy and the desire they felt for each other magically leeched into the tarts.