“Yeah, alcohol, because me standing in the middle of the room while you watch is awkward as fuck,” she says with a grin, but I feel the happiness drop from me.

  “Should I look the other way?” I ask, a weight forming in my chest that I have made an enjoyable pastime unpleasant.

  “No, it’s just the atmosphere isn’t right at the moment,” she says in a comforting voice as she instinctively tries to touch me, her hand stopping short when she remembers she can’t. “Maybe it would help if I dimmed the lights?”

  “Like this?” I ask, clicking my fingers and darkening the room.

  “Much better. Now I need something I can pretend is a microphone,” she says, glancing around the room and then heading to the bookshelf to snatch up the largest dildo.

  “Would you prefer this?” I ask, transforming the dildo into a microphone with a wave of my hand.

  She laughs delightedly, then stops suddenly and narrows her beautiful eyes at me.

  “Wait a minute. If you can change the way things look, does that mean you could have given me normal clothes this morning instead of letting me go out like somebody escaped from a sex dungeon?”

  “My magic cannot extend for long distances and would have faded by the time you reached the sidewalk,” I explain, holding back from telling her that the sight of her in latex made me feel more animal than genie.

  “Ok, I’ll let you off,” she says with a slow nod. “But you were nearly in my bad books then, mister.”

  “I am glad you will not have to enter me into your terrible book,” I say earnestly, but she just laughs, and then taps the microphone.

  “Testing, testing, one, two, three,” she says, in a humorous voice, then hits me with a smile that makes my blue body glitter. “This is a lot better. I feel ready to become Abba now.”

  “If truly becoming Abba is what you require, I can go further,” I say, flicking my hand with a flourish and transforming the entire room to mimic the image on the screen.

  “Oh, my God!” gasps Bethany, staring down at her maroon velvet one-piece while the brightly colored disco lights beam down onto her. “This is awesome, but I think you’re forgetting something.”

  “What?” I ask, looking around the room to identify what doesn’t match.

  “You, of course. Why haven’t you got your disco pants on?” she asks, and I feel another ripple of heat spread through me.

  I hadn’t so much as considered myself a part of this scene, but she embraces me into all of her moments.

  “You are hoping for something like this?” I ask, sweeping my hand up to dress my body in a black shirt with a huge collar, a guitar strapped to my chest, and exchange my usual black locks for a bouffant blonde mullet.

  Her hands fly to her face, and she doubles forward, laughing so hard that no sound comes from her mouth.

  This feeling of making her happy is addictive. Each laugh fills me with joy and I feel more alive than I have for the entire duration of my existence.

  “Are we now ready?” I ask when she is finally able to look at me without spluttering into another fit of giggles.

  “We are more than ready to boogie down,” she grins, grabbing the remote and restarting the song from the beginning.

  This time she bursts enthusiastically into song and the vivacious sight has me hypnotized.

  “Come on,” she says, nudging her elbow toward me and sending a current of sensation through me.

  I felt her skin, I am certain of it. It was a mere whisper of a touch before her arm passed through me, but it was soft and warm, and real.

  “Don’t stare at me like that or you’re going to make it awkward again,” she says, snapping me out of my head.

  “Come on, sing,” she says, and I realize that even without the bind of wishes, I would do whatever this woman wants, so I sway my body in unison with hers, and sing Dancing Queen as loud as I can.

  CHAPTER SIX

  Bethany

  “I don’t think I can sing anymore,” I croak, my voice hoarse from five hours of non-stop singing.

  “Not even one more country song?” smirks Zeno as he makes cowboy hats appear on both of our heads and transforms our hard rock leather outfits into denim and rhinestones.

  “You’re a bad influence. You know I love country,” I say, tempted to wreck my strained vocal cords and give in to one more song.

  “Whirlwind, this is the first time in over seventy thousand years I have participated in human activities. If I am a bad influence, I can only have learned it from you.”

  “In that case, congratulations. You’ve learned from the best,” I say teasingly, although his statement has made a flutter spread through me.

  He’s lived through pretty much every age imaginable, but he’s doing a first with me, and even if it is just karaoke, that feels special.

  Tonight was supposed to be all about Zeno, but it turned into one of the best nights of my life. My stomach muscles physically hurt from laughing so much.

  When I first met Zeno, he was so serious, but tonight he’s really come out of his shell, or should I say lamp, and he is hilarious.

  Plus, it doesn’t hurt that he’s got a rich, silky voice, and every time he made eye contact with me while singing, I got butterflies in my stomach.

  “Tomorrow is Saturday, so we’ve got the whole day to continue your education on human activities,” I say, switching off the television to remove the temptation to sing another song or twenty. “And unlike you, mere mortals like me need our beauty sleep.”

  “You are exquisite. How can sleep improve on perfection?” he says earnestly, and although I’ve been getting over-the-top compliments from men all day, only the ones from Zeno have made my heart flip.

  “It’s just a silly expression, but trust me, I do not look good when I’m tired. Usually, it’s because I’m up late with my book boyfriends, not singing in my living room.”

  “Who are these book boyfriends?” he growls, and a shiver runs through me as his skin darkens like the bottom of the ocean.

  He does this every time I talk about other men, and I’ve got to admit, I like it.

  “Book boyfriends are the pretend guys I read about in romance novels,” I say nonchalantly, and a rippling black shimmer spreads across his body.

  “So, they are not real men that have your affection?” he asks in a slow, deep voice that makes my breath catch.

  “They’re only real in my mind,” I say, and shadows begin to swirl around him.

  “What is it you like so much about these men?” he asks, the jealousy in his voice so evident I can almost feel it.

  “It’s the whole idea of there being one woman who can turn a guy’s whole life upside down, and he’ll do anything to get her. Falling madly in love is the dream, and it makes me feel warm and fuzzy every time I read about it. It’s what I want for me one day.”

  “This is an interesting concept,” he says, teething his lower lip as he muses on my words. “But this leaves me with more questions. If you are only seeking to find one man to fall in love with, why did you wish to be irresistible to all men?”

  “Because I was drunk, and my stupid drunk brain figured if everyone was attracted to me, I’d have a better chance of falling in love.”

  “I see,” he says, stroking his hand down his dark beard, his expression deep in thought. “This theory that one particular woman can change a man’s entire existence intrigues me. May I try reading one of these books?”

  “Fuck yes!” I yell out, a little too enthusiastically.

  “Reading is the best. It takes you through so many different emotions. I don’t know why I didn’t think of this before,” I say, walking over to my shelf and pushing aside a couple of butt plugs and some strawberry-flavored lube to reach my books.

  I’ve got some serious spice here, but I should probably start him off with some entry-level romance.

  “Try this one first. It’s a classic,” I say, grabbing a copy of Pride and Prejudice and tossing it in his direction, knowing that he’ll never let it fall.

  He catches it with magic mid-air, and his dark eyes lock on as the pages flick through at an extraordinary pace.

  In less than ten seconds, the book floats back and slots itself onto my shelf without so much as a bent corner.

  “Did you seriously read the whole book in that time?” I ask, feeling some serious envy of his speed.

  “Yes, it was delightful,” he says, his body shimmering with a multitude of colors like a rainbow is passing through him. “May I try another?”

  “Of course. Read them all. It will take you no time at that pace,” I snort, thinking how my curated shelf of books has taken me years to read, but Zeno is going to demolish it in ten minutes.

  “Thank you, Whirlwind. This means a lot to me,” he says with such sincerity that I feel myself glowing as brightly as him.

  “Oh, it’s nothing. It’s just a book rec,” I say, but he glides closer, and my skin prickles as I feel his magical presence all around me.

  “Not just the books. The entire night has felt wonderful to me,” he says, and my body tingles as I stare up into his handsome face.

  “I enjoyed it too,” I say, moistening my lips as the fluttering drops from my stomach to between my legs.

  “Goodnight, Zeno,” I say, leaning up to kiss his cheek and forgetting yet again that I can’t touch him, except this time it feels different. It doesn’t last for more than a second, but I’m positive my lips connect with his skin.

  I’m probably just imagining things. It’s my second late night in a row and I’ve got caught up in the moment, but when I see him press his hand against his cheek, I feel certain he felt it too.

  “Good night, Whirlwind,” he growls, with a look so heated my knees almost buckle.

  I walk into the bathroom, trying to keep my cool, then shut the door behind me, put my hands on the sink, and stare at myself in one of the many mirrors.

  Did Zeno and I just have a moment? That definitely felt like a moment. In fact, the whole night has been like a glorious build-up to something even more wonderful.

  My body hums with need as I brush my teeth, and I consider the fact that I’ve got a bunch of numbers in my pocket from actual human men, but the only arms I want to feel around me are huge and blue.

  I try to picture kissing any of the guys I met today, and the idea sickens me, but when I imagine Zeno leaning in and pressing his beautiful blue mouth against mine, my desire burns even hotter.

  I come out of the bathroom to find Zeno engrossed in another book; the pages whizzing through at the speed of a money-counting machine.

  “I see you’re onto the smutty ones now. Once you’ve read one of those, there’s no turning back,” I say with a grin, and his eyes flick up at me with such violence that my heart stutters.

  “These books,” he says, running his tongue across the bottom of his teeth as he looks me up and down. “They’ve helped me understand things. New feelings I couldn’t explain. Fresh urges I’ve never felt before.”

  “What kind of feelings? Good or bad?” I ask, my heart thumping so hard it might explode.

  “Some are bad. Like when I see you with phone numbers, I want to do this,” he says, raising his hand so the slips of paper float out of my jeans, then catch fire in midair and burn into nothingness.

  “Zeno! The love of my life could have been in there,” I scold playfully, but he shakes his head.

  “We both know that’s not true, Whirlwind. We both know that there will only be one love of your life, and we both know it has to be me.”

  Suddenly, I feel his power wrap around me, lifting me off the ground and pulling me toward him so my face is just inches from his.

  “I’ve lived for an eternity without knowing my purpose, but now it is clear that I was created purely to love you. And now that I’ve found you, I’m never letting you go.”

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  Zeno

  She reaches to touch my face out of instinct, then gasps when it settles on my skin.

  “I can feel you, Zeno,” she says, her other hand flying up to touch my cheek as her breathing becomes fast with excitement. “Is this magic? How have you done this?”

  “I have not done anything, Whirlwind. This is your magic. You have awakened feelings inside of me, and they are filling me in like building blocks. You are making me real,” I say, stroking my fingertips down the soft skin of her throat with wonder.

  I can feel her warmth, the pulse of her heartbeat when I reach her chest, and each new glorious sensation is making me feel even more alive.

  I move my face closer to her, breathing in her soft floral scent, like a meadow on a summer’s day.

  “You are so perfect,” I growl against the shell of her ear, then I trace my lips across the smooth skin of her cheek until I reach her pretty lips.

  My God, I want to kiss them. I feel ravenous, like the men in her books, and the need to claim her mouth is all-consuming.

  “No other woman has done this to me. You have changed my whole existence. You have given it meaning,” I say, attempting to convey the power she has on me even though I will never be able to explain it. I need to show her.

  I graze my mouth gently over hers, and then slant my head to the side and gently press my lips against hers, parting them as I slide my tongue into her warm and welcoming mouth.

  The feeling is like nothing I could imagine, better than how the books described, and the most glorious sensation blooms through me.

  I kiss her harder, spearing my fingers through her gorgeous hair, desperate for more of this earthly pleasure.

  She returns my kiss with the same urgency, her hands roaming my body, igniting sparks of pleasure everywhere she touches.

  I cannot believe this is happening. I cannot believe we are able to touch and truly feel each other. The raw emotion behind our kiss only serves to fortify my body further and I feel my muscles hardening as I become ever more alive.

  Our kissing becomes more frantic, and I float us toward the bedroom spinning in circles of mad lust.

  I lay her down on the bed, her beautiful brown waves framing her face like the angel she is.

  “I have lived for seventy-two millennia without any desires to seek pleasure, but you have changed everything. I know what I want now,” I growl, my nostrils flaring and my chest heaving at the sight of my woman.

  “What do you want, Zeno?” she asks, in a raspy voice as she strokes her hand down my chest.

  “I want to do the things in your books. I want to make you cum.”

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  Bethany

  My body shivers at his words and my heart beats wildly inside my chest.

  “Would you like that, Whirlwind?” he asks in his deep, rich voice that makes my pussy throb.

  “Yes,” I murmur back, wondering how on earth I got lucky enough to be the only woman in existence he’s ever wanted.

  Maybe I’m still dreaming? The past twenty-four hours have made me seriously start questioning reality, but as I watch the cuffs attached to the bedposts glide magically across the bed, and feel the soft leather wrap around my wrists and ankles, I know for certain this is happening.

  Zeno waves his hand while watching me with the hunger of a starving man, and the straps slowly pull my arms above my head and my legs open wide until I’m flat against the bed, rendered near powerless to move.

  I’m about to ask how he plans to take my clothes off with the cuffs on, but at the snap of his fingers, all of my clothes vanish, and I’m lying bare before him staring up at the mirrored ceiling.

  The sight of my naked body bound to the bed makes my pussy gush with excitement. I love being able to see what he does, and there’s something about the cuffs that makes me look so hot. I’ve never felt so sexy or so turned on.

  “Your body is spectacular,” growls Zeno, and I turn my attention back to his handsome face. His huge muscular body is floating just above me, his square jaw ticking while his dark eyes feast on every inch of me.

  “Your breasts are like ripe fruit fit for a king,” he growls, and I shiver against the harnesses.

  He swoops forward, then lowers himself down and I feel his new weight on me, heavy with real rock-hard muscles.

  He carries a scent now, an intoxicating mix of spice and leather and it makes me instinctively want to pull him in for a kiss, but the restraints hold me back.

  He uses the tip of his tongue to caress my nipple with a touch so light I can barely feel it, and my body trembles with need, desperate for more.

  “Your breasts look made for my mouth,” he says, nipping at me gently, then sucking my tender nipple into his warm mouth.

  Sparks of pleasure ignite inside of me, and I squirm against the straps as he feasts on my breast, while his powerful hand palms my other tit.

  My clit feels like it could explode from the need to be touched, as he sucks and tugs the most euphoric sensation out of my nipples.

  “Shall we try using your new toys?” growls Zeno, breaking his mouth away from my breast and turning toward the bedroom door.

  My chest hitches with anticipation, and I quiver with excitement as I watch nipple clamps float into the room.

  “These look like fun,” he says with a wicked grin, pulling them from the air and leveling them against my erect nipples.

  I feel a delicious bite of pressure as they clamp down against my sensitive skin and I make a mewling sound as my back arches up from the bed.

  “You look so beautiful like this. My perfect plaything. The only thing in this world to ever bring me joy,” he growls, kissing up my neck to my ear.

  “Can you handle more?” he growls, placing his finger beneath my chin and tilting my head to lock eyes with him.

  “Yes,” I nod eagerly, the throbbing between my legs growing more intense.

  He curls his finger in a beckoning motion and my pussy walls clench with excitement as a buzzing pink vibrator floats in.

 

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