by Lisa Daniels
With a bow, the man turned to leave.
Bree was shocked, “That’s it?”
The man stopped and turned to look at her, “You said ‘don’t let me detain you’ and I am taking you at your word.”
Bree clucked her tongue, “If you will only stay to talk because you are scared of me…” her voice trailed off.
He turned to face her, then he walked toward her, “I am not afraid of you. I just understand enough to know that fighting you is a stupid mistake and I have more pressing things to deal with than a meaningless challenge.”
Bree pouted as she looked at him, “I’m alright with not fighting, but couldn’t I thank you for your assistance?”
“It is unnecessary. You needed my intervention like I need a little house with a white picket fence.”
Bree’s laugh was melodic and beautiful as it echoed off of the rock behind them. She walked toward him, her hand extended, “I’m Bree.”
The man looked down at her hand, then up at her face. Without extending his own hand, he responded, “Calixto.”
“Will you not shake hands?”
“The weapons I’m hiding will not be found by feeling my hands, nor will yours, so it seems pointless.”
“You do realize that it has evolved into a form of politeness, don’t you?” She gave him a pointed look.
“Yes, human civility. I have seen enough of that. I have no desire to adapt any of it.”
“Speaking from personal experience?”
The man paused to look at the sky. When his eyes turned back to her, there was a sad expression in them, “What did the shifter you encountered look like? Did he have any tattoos or markings?”
Bree furrowed her brow, “He was just a little taller than me, at least I think he was. We didn’t exactly look at each other from equal footing.” She emphasized the last word and her heart skipped as the blush emerged on the man’s face again, “He was sinewy. There was no bulk to his muscles, but his entire frame was covered in…he was muscular.” She frowned and looked away, “He did have a tattoo.” She patted her upper arm, “Right here.” Her eyes looked into the man’s, “It was a very elegant looking dragon. Does that mean something?” She added the question when Calixto leaned back and sighed.
“And you said that he had impregnated the pixie who was with him?”
“She wasn’t full blooded, more human than pixie. I can’t imagine what the child will be like with so much mixed blood.”
The man gave her a wry look, “You are one to talk.”
Bree looked at him for a minute, then burst out laughing, “I know, right? I’m the epitome of living mutts.” She brought the subject back to where she wanted it. “So, you know someone looking for him?” She didn’t need his response to know that was right.
“He’s not part of my clan, but I know the clan head looking for him. They are so close, but I seriously doubt that Elian and his people will even realize it.” Calixto shrugged, “Not my business though.”
“Has he run away from his people?” Bree felt apprehensive as she remembered her discussion with Phelan. “From the way he talked, I thought Phelan was on a mission for them.”
Calixto muttered, “This is none of my business.” A warning look in Bree’s eyes forced another sigh out of him. “I think he is probably trying to atone because he was exiled after something humans did to a woman in his charge. They nearly killed Phelan but-You know what, you go back and talk to him. I have my own problems without getting dragged further into this. The Fiend has been sent up this way to deal with the problem that resulted from that attack, and I have no desire to run into him. I am going to finish my task and return home.”
Bree stepped closer to him “Calixto,” her eyes looked into his, “is there anything I can do to help?” She placed a hand on his arm.
He looked down at it, a look of shock on his face. His eyes moved up and met hers, and Bree thought she saw fear behind them. Quickly, he stepped away from her. “What could a sorceress do?”
“A lot.”
He frowned at her, “We deal with our own.”
Bree tilted her head to the side and looked at the man. She wanted him so badly she could not let him slip away. “Sometimes the best thing I can offer is a break from whatever bothers you.”
The man looked at her, “I am the head of my clan. There will be plenty of time to break when I retire or die.” His face was serious, but there was curiosity in his eyes.
Bree smiled and reached a hand up to his face. Her smile faded as she looked at Calixto, “I’m afraid.”
Calixto forgot to shake her hand off as he looked at her in shock, “What could you possibly fear?”
Bree shook her head, “I don’t want to be alone forever. Even my friends are always at arms length.”
Calixto looked down at her, and it was clear that he knew exactly what she meant. “It’s lonely being so powerful.”
Bree nodded and looked toward the forest. She knew exactly what she needed to do to get what she wanted, it was completely instinctive to her, but in this case it required that she opened up in a way that she hadn’t done since it had just been her and Annora. It scared her, but her instincts would not let her stop. Her mind was laughing at the entire situation. The man in front of her appeared to be solid cold, all business, but she was telling him the worst secrets about herself. How was that going to go well?
Without any warning, she felt warm arms wrap around her. Leaning forward, Bree rested her face against Calixto’s chest and pressed into him. “This isn’t the life I want to live. I don’t want to live this way.” To her surprise, the young woman found she was choking back tears. Not the kind that she used to fool humans, but the honest kind that she hadn’t tasted since she was ten years old.
A warm hand rubbed her back as a soothing voice murmured over her head, “It will be ok. We all have things we must do, but we must trust that someday it will make us happy. It may not be the lives we want to live, but life isn’t about us.”
Bree wrapped her arms around his back and cried silently. A few moments later, he pulled back a little and brought a hand under her chin. Forcing her to look at him, Calixto gave her a faint smile, “You will be fine. If this is not the life you want to live, but it is the life you need to live to feel whole, then you are on the right path.”
Bree had no response to that. Was it a path that was going to make her feel that she had always tried to do the right thing?
A voice floated through her mind. Someday you are going to quit acting like you are ok with all of this. I really hope you find your peace and finally have a chance to stop running away.
Was that what she was doing? Had Brandon been right? Suddenly all of her work looked like a silly child’s game. When she had started spying, Bree had been happy. She got to travel anywhere she wanted, meet new and interesting people, and experience things she had never dreamed about. But that was not true anymore. The work was no longer as much fun as it had been. There had been too much betrayal and horror to what she had witnessed. It had been a fun game, but now it just seemed …sad. Bree had always tried to be on the right side, but too often there was no right side in the end.
Her mind was racing as Calixto looked down at her. He looked like he was about to say something, when he leaned forward and kissed her. Bree’s mind went blank at the unexpected turn of events. She had started this, but her mind had been twisted and turned in on itself so that she forgot all about wanting Calixto. But now that he was kissing her, Bree didn’t care about anything else. Her hands closed around his shirt as she gently pressed into him.
Calixto pulled away at the sensation, “I’m sorry.” His eyes looked frightened as he stared down at her.
Bree shook her head, “It’s alright. I’m not angry.”
His arms began to release her.
“Please don’t let go of me.” Bree’s voice was barely above a whisper as she buried her face in his chest and her hands balled into fists on either side of her
face, “Please.”
His arms circled around her again, and after a slight hesitation, Calixto rested his head on the top of hers. “Do you want to be mine?” His voice was warm and gentle.
Bree nodded her head, then placed her forehead on his chest in a submissive gesture. “Thank you Calixto.” Bree leaned into him not even wanting any more than what he was offering her at that moment. Her heart was racing and she had no idea what would happen if things progressed any further. It had been so long since she had last felt anything like love. Lust was easy, but this feeling was so much harder. It made her feel vulnerable and scared. And alive.
She pulled away and looked up at him, a slight smile on her face and a tear rolling down her cheek. The man’s hand reached up and brushed the tear away, but instead of taking his hand away it went around her head. Without any warning, he was kissing her again.
Bree’s body reacted immediately to the familiar question his body asked. Pushing into him, she let Calixto know that he was not in the wrong. His movements were quick and fluid as he scooped her up and carried her toward the woods.
They stopped kissing long enough for her to breathe, “The cave.”
He stopped walking, but his lips were too preoccupied to ask any questions. Bree pulled back a little as he remained standing on the spot, as if uncertain that she had meant what she said. “It’s fine. There’s a nice little fire and bedding in there.”
Calixto immediately headed toward the cave, his hands working to undo her dress. Once inside, he placed her on the ground and the dress slipped off. Bree stepped out of the dress and flicked her hand at the bedding. She turned her face back to his as she said, “No vermin in the beds n-”
Calixto had grabbed her roughly, pulling her against him, his hands running down her back. Bree gasped at how animalistic he was behaving after all of his restraint. Her hand worked quickly to undo his clothing because she did not feel certain that she could control her magic enough to do it the easy way. The young woman’s emotions were out of control as her body pushed Calixto down. He looked up at her as Bree straddled him. One of his hands moved up her back and pulled her down to him. His other hand cupped her breast moments before he hungrily began to suck on her nipple. Bree moaned and pushed her hips into his. Her hand reached around and rubbed against his upper thigh. She felt him tense as her hand ran between his thighs and began to stroke him. Calixto leaned his head back and moved his hips up into hers. Bree adjusted her body, gently pulsing in response to the rhythm he had set. Slowly, she slid her body down so that she could feel his head pressing against her. Bree had never been so excited before, and when she pressed herself over him, she was surprised at just how easily he slid into her. Her body tensed and she desperately wanted more. She began to slide down when a strong set of hands wrapped down her back and cupped around her upper thighs, preventing her from moving too quickly. Calixto looked at her as he gently pulled a little, further spreading her legs. Bree moaned as he took control from the floor. He slowly worked himself into her so that by the time he had fully penetrated her Bree was ready to climax.
As soon as her body relaxed, Calixto rolled over on top of her and began again. For the first time in her life, Bree accepted the submissive position as the man continually brought her to orgasm.
She had no idea how long they had been together in the cave, but she could easily believe that this man could literally go all night and all day. The smile on his face as he looked down at her made her heart race, and she pulled him down on her. He kissed her before moving down her neck.
Bree caught his face in her hands, “No, it’s your turn.” Focusing on him, she squeezed several sets of muscles and watched Calixto’s face as he tried to hide what he felt. Bree did it again, this time forcing a low moan out of the man. He buried his face in the nap of her neck, and she stroked his neck as she finally brought him to a climax.
He pulled back a little from her, but Bree realized the man had not softened at all. Calixto’s voice was husky and warm as he smiled down at her, “I guess it’s your turn again.” That was all it took for Bree’s body to begin to tense in anticipation. She arched up into him as he began to kiss her neck.
Chapter 4
A Choice and Another Surprise
The sun was rising when Bree left the cave the next morning. It was with regret that she left, but she had work to do. Calixto had fallen asleep beside her, and she had run her hands through his hair as he slept. Her eyes barely looked at his naked body because there was enough for her to focus on his face for days. He was beautiful in a way that she had never seen before. As he slept, Bree could not help but trace his lips, his jaw line, and his cheek bones. She had not felt this since her first time with a man, an experience that had ended so badly that she had decided that men were nothing more than toys. Saskia had made that boy pay dearly, but the damage had been done and a deep scar left on Bree’s heart. After more than five years of remaining emotionally detached, now her heart was saying it wanted more, and she was torn. If she believed what her heart said, there was a very real danger than something bad would happen. Strong emotions were very dangerous for her to feel because Bree knew that there was a risk of losing control of her abilities. When she had been hurt before, Bree’s powers had been undeveloped and too weak to pose a real problem. She had thought she was just a witch. It was a year or two after that when her abilities had struck like a hammer on an anvil, but by then she had already decided that love was not something she should take seriously. All she needed was a look at the history of her kind to know just how dangerous it was to lose control. Calixto had not been wrong there – sorcerers and sorceresses had nearly ended the world several times. It was why witches and wizards were treated so cruelly by most species, not just humans. A powerful witch or wizard could wipe out a small country unaided. Shifters were one of the few species that seemed to give them the benefit of the doubt. Bree believed it was because they suffered from similar discrimination for being caught between two different species.
But her heart ached, and it was difficult to take her eyes off of the cave. “Don’t be a fool Bree,” she muttered to herself as she looked longingly at the cave opening wanting to run back inside. “You know exactly what Annora would say about what you are doing.”
The mention of her friend had just the right effect. With a cold laugh, Bree could hear her prudish friend making fun of a weakness over a man. Or maybe she would pity Bree, a realization that made Bree feel even worse.
“I don’t know how you do it Annora. I almost wish you could show me how you keep from letting anyone touch you. You always warned me that someday something would change, and I always laughed it off. I wish that you had been wrong.”
Knowing that staying would only cause complications that she couldn’t handle, Bree finally turned to head back to Imalone. With a quick wave of her hand, the corpses disappeared, causing the crows and other creatures to squawk in protest. Bree felt a little twinge of satisfaction that she was not the only one who was discontent that morning.
Less than two hours later, Bree reached the little town without any real thought into what she should do next. It was completely unlike her – she knew what she needed to do for work, but at the moment it didn't feel that pressing. She had drawn down the magical veil that kept her identity and powers largely hidden, this time pulling it a little further over herself so that only the most powerful creatures would be able to identify her as nonhuman. It meant to give her a little bit of time to recover her senses.
As she stepped into the town, the young woman’s mind was still in the cave, wishing that things could have been different. Bree pulled her bag in front of her, trying to refocus her thoughts, and began to go through the contents to make sure she didn’t need anything once she left. It had occurred to her that Kildeer would be a better way to reach her final destination. For some reason, Bree was craving the distractions humans provided. Walking in the wilds on her own seemed a little less attractive that morning.
Suddenly, she stopped as her hands encountered something. Her head continued to move forward and hit something very firm and warm. The contents of her bag spilled out onto the road. Startled, Bree took a step back and looked into another incredibly handsome face. Like Calixto’s, the face was serious, but there was something about the man that also reminded her of Phelan.
Stuttering, Bree apologized for bumping into the man, “I am so sorry. I am so, so sorry! My head just is not on straight today.” She crouched down and began to collect her things.
To her surprise the man crouched down too and began helping her, “It wasn’t entirely your fault. I wasn’t paying attention either.” He flashed her a beautiful smile. Bree knew that there was something seriously wrong with her when instead of flirting, she continued to apologize.
“No, it’s totally my fault. I’m just…distracted.” She looked away as she shoved things back in her bag.
“I’ll let you take 50% of the blame, but the rest is mine,” the man was smiling at her, his hand offering her the last few items that had fallen from her bag.
Reaching out, she nodded her head to him, “Thank you very much.”
They stood up. A less serious look now covered the man’s face as he took in her body, something she was accustomed to. To her surprise, he didn’t start flirting or tell her she looked nice. The words that accompanied the smile that had spread across his face had nothing to do with her beauty, “Hmmm, that’s interesting. I shouldn't think you would need to travel with that, given…” his finger was pointed at the medic badge.
Bree’s eyes followed his finger, and without thinking her hand covered the badge, “What do you mean?” Her eyes looked up into his. “I do a lot of medical work.”
The man’s beautiful smile drooped as he looked at her, “I’m sure you are more than capable, but, well, you-” He stopped and looked around. His eyes were narrowed as he looked at her, “You're a witch.” Bree’s eyes went wide and she really looked at the man, her senses now pulled fully into her current predicament.