Skylar
It had been five days since opening the book. Two days after waking up in the Jeep. While no further progress had been made between Dmitri and me, at least progress was being made with the book. The first page with the emblem on was translated, and its owner confirmed.
'This book belongs to Elsabeth, mother of all witches, founder of the sacred coven of Mauwrion.'
Some subsequent pages were translated but they appeared to speak about the happenings going on in the coven, day-to-day entries along with memorable spells and herbal mixtures. Like a diary and grimoire mashed together. While this excited Ally and Raina to no end, it helped me little.
Ally and Raina spent most of their time at Dmitri's house deciphering the text, while I spent time with Blaise at mine, trying to master control of my powers.
I was supposed to be learning to block Dmitri from reading my thoughts and feelings, but I had actively avoided being around him, the embarrassment of the other night still brimming at the surface.
Rene was the first to point out all the bite marks on both our bodies as we emerged from the shed that day, our scents intertwined even now. I could still see his scent swirling around me, reminding me of moments during that evening as our bodies moved to a rhythm that had me blushing even now. While I was not regretful, I was certainly embarrassed, our sexual escapades the talk of the town apparently. The pack was very happy that their Alpha and Luna were bumping and grinding. It made me uncomfortable and shy. But that wasn't the main reason I was avoiding Dmitri.
Quite the opposite really. Every time I saw him now, the urge to throw myself into his arms seemed to grow and grow. I just wanted to be close to him and I was struggling to understand how that can be. We didn't really know much about each other. Correction, I didn't know much about him. He knew me from before but I felt like I knew so little about him and yet I had practically thrown myself at him the other night, and still wanted to. And enjoyed it. For me, it was my first time as I couldn't remember the time before and while physically it was amazing, it felt like I had given myself to someone I didn't really know. That bothered me.
I knew that avoiding him was not the solution, but I had become shy around him, and it was inhibiting further interaction. I didn't want to be just physically attracted to him, I wanted us to connect on other levels too.
"Are you listening to me?" Blaise is standing across from me under my favorite tree, his face showing his annoyance at me zoning out yet again. The Blaise that I had known days ago was not the same Blaise in front of me now. Perhaps it was a persona he put on like a mask during training, but he was no longer smiling and patient, instead he was demanding and almost aggressive in his teachings. And annoyed when I wasn't giving my all. I suppose this change was my doing as well. A person could only try and help someone so much before getting irritated.
"I'm really sorry Blaise. Maybe we should continue tomorrow. My mind is just not focused."
He has been trying to get me to call forward the flames that usually engulf my body, control of that power being the one I wanted to master first.
"Okay." He removes his glasses, rubbing his eyes with his other hand before putting them back on. He approaches me slowly, his blue eyes looking off into the distance, something he does when he is thinking. He runs a hand through his brown hair, the strands standing in all directions as he does.
"Let's try this then. Whatever you are thinking about is clearly important to you, else it wouldn't be able to pull you from what we are doing. I mean, trying to control your powers is pretty significant so whatever thoughts are going through your mind to distract you from this very important task must be something. How bout you tap into those thoughts and see if you can use them? Many others have utilized feelings and emotions around certain situations as conduits to focus their energies. It's as good a place as any to start." His annoyance has not dissipated, so in the hopes of trying to salvage this situation and improve his mood, I nod my head.
"Okay. So how do we do this," I ask, my voice full of determination. I didn't want to waste Blaise's time and I wanted to achieve something. Even if that was proving to myself that I could do something without thinking about Dmitri every other second. That's all shot to shit at Blaise's next words.
"Think about a situation, perhaps whatever you were thinking about earlier that drew your attention," his face showing his displeasure, "something intense. A moment when you feel happy or sad or any emotion really, as long as it's strong."
My mind immediately goes to Dmitri, my face turning crimson as I think about our night together. Blaise looks away, turning around, the same displeasure as earlier on his face.
"Now close your eyes. Think about that moment or feeling that was intense and visualize yourself at that moment, but instead of you being your projected normal self, visualize the energy you feel inside you, releasing. But not all over your body, just in your hands. See if you can focus your energy on just one spot." Blaise walks back towards the tree, turning around as he leans against it.
I close my eyes, turning slightly away from Blaise as my mind goes back to that night, picking a memory I think will help. Dmitri had me pinned against the shed wall, my legs wound around his hips as he thrust into me. He had my hands pinned above my head, my small hands gripped in his bigger ones. I clearly remember looking at our joined hands, the color of our scents mixing together was an erotic sight for me at that moment. His dominance in the situation a turn-on that had me on the brink of an orgasm.
Trying not to digress, with much difficulty, I imagine the energy flowing through my body flowing towards my right hand, at the same time, the snakes on my wrists start moving. The movement of the snakes is a sudden occurrence, almost as if it is not my thought or imagination. That's odd.
"There, Sky, you have it!" Blaise shouts out, my eyes flying open. I lift my right hand, which is engulfed in molten red flames, the snakes on my wrists alive as they slither around my arm.
A movement to my right has me losing focus, the flames subsiding as if never there.
I flush as the very driving force behind what just happened comes into focus. Dmitri.
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Bit of a slow chapter guys but there it is. Busy week for me, sighing thought I am just hours into it :)