Invisible String - Sebastian Sallow

Chapter Fourty-One: Power Couple

Deep breath in.

Out.

Eyes closed.

"Take some," I whispered, my voice mixed with the much darker voice of the magic inside me. "Like this."

I raised my wand to the Repository, the tip making contact with a dark wisp of magic and pulled it towards me, breathing in deeply. The familiar sense of power filled my body as a cry of pleasure at the sensation spilled from my lips. Sebastian's grip tightened on my arm as a moan escaped his lips. Looking over at him, I saw him inhale a second wisp of magic, his head tilted back, his eyes closed.

He was beautiful when he was dripping in power.

This time when I pulled a wisp of magic, I guided it to our hands, rather than to myself.

"Sebastian," I said, causing his head to roll forward and his eyes to meet mine. Gone was the glow of green. It was replaced by the same red I had seen in mine two years ago. A man possessed by power, and in a moment, if it worked, possessed by me. "Do you trust me?"

"More than anything, Abbi."

"I'm going to give you some of my magic. And I'm going to take some of yours. We need to do this is we want to be strong enough to beat the Gaunt's."

I looked at him one more time, my eyes begging him for the go ahead, to which he nodded. A spell I didn't even know that I knew fell from my lips, my voice once again mixed with the voice of my magic.

"Connexum," I said, watching as the tendril of magic wound higher and higher up our arms, cutting into our flesh in interlacing spirals. Sebastian jerked slightly as the light of red magic moved from our arms to our chests, settling in a swirling motion directly over our hearts, where it plunged itself below the skin.

The magic was hot. It was painful but not unbearable. Sebastian and I had been through worse pain than this. But the pain was nothing compared to the pleasure. The dark tendril of magic that had burrowed its way into our skin had sent waves of pleasure through my body, and based off of Sebastian's expression, he was feeling it to.

I wasn't aware of moving until I was pressed against him, shoving him roughly against the wall and locking my lips to his while the spell continued to connect us. Bound first to darkness, and now to each-other, I felt no shame in kissing him the way I was.

My free hand roamed down his body, fingers slipping under his shirt and tracing up his muscular chest. He shivered as he pulled my hair, both of us hissing at the sensation.

Say it again.

The magic demanded, and so I obeyed, the word coming out in gasps, "Connexum."

The magic burned around my heart. I gasped, Sebastian groaned in delight.

"You're beautiful when you radiate power," he whispered against my lips.

"You need to say it," I replied as his free hand traced down from my hair to cup my breast again.

"You know," he said as he kissed his way down from my lips to my neck, his lips stopping just shy of my chest, "I could get used to you telling me what to do, Abbi."

"Then say it," I moaned, biting my lip as the combined pain from the spell burning into my flesh and pleasure of Sebastian's lips built to an all time high. Every nerve in my body was on fire, every cell alive with new feelings I wanted to further explore.

"Connexum," Sebastian murmured the spell, his wand still held in the hand that was groping my chest. The tip flared red, and then both our wands were burning hot in our hands.

In an instant, I was no longer able to tell where I ended and Sebastian began. His lips were still dancing along my neck, my body still alive with the sensation of pain and pleasure, but what had changed was much deeper than that. I could feel part of my ancient magic leave, as though Sebastian had sunk his teeth into my neck and sucked it from me like a vampire.

Where my magic left, his joined. Dark and volatile, his magic was green against the red of my own, and I was lost to the swirl of color as our magic mixed together.

"Abbi," he called to me from a million miles away. "Abbi, I know what we have to do."

Colors stopped mixing. Magic was still flowing but contained within again. My magic pulsed loudly through my body, while his magic ran smooth. He was controlled. I was chaotic. Our power was combined in each of us, mixing together, and I breathed in the intoxicating allure of testing this new power.

Corrupt and dangerous. Powerful and raw.

"Sebastian," I gasped as his face came back into focus. "Can you feel the power?"

He was grinning wickedly, the new power he'd gained suiting him well. His eyes were darker. His jawline sharper. He looked almost statuesque in the glowing light of the Repository.

"Your power, is unlike anything I've ever felt."

I suppressed a shudder.

"I know what to do," he repeated. "I know who we need."

"Who?"

"We need that scum Arcturus Black."

I wrinkled my nose. "I have to deal with him enough, Sebastian."

"Don't worry, love. He's just a puppet," he whispered, leaning closer to me, his eyes flicking hungrily to my lips. I suddenly found myself longing to feel his hands and lips explore my body further, wishing we had a better surface to lay on than the cold floor. "I'll let you do the honors."

His eyes flashed red before his lips were on mine again, drowning me completely in power, lust and cinnamon.