I stroked the child's damp hair, satisfaction wrapped around me as the need inside of me was satisfied. Children were an intense need for me. I needed to just touch them and it was fulfilled. It was an intense need that burned my very skin the longer I went without touching a child that was near. This one sat on my lap, content with my petting and patting. Such a sweet little thing.
I glanced at the werewolf that was driving the truck. I bit my lip slightly. Fuck was he fine. His hair was longer than I was used to but all I could think about was running my hands through it as he feasted on me. I clenched my legs together tightly as I watched as his muscles bulged as he inhaled deeply.
Sensitive noses they had. I turned back to the little girl. "What is your name, sweet heart?" I chucked her chin and her nearly glowing eyes looked up at me with such a stark innocence that it made me want to pepper her face with kisses and wrap her up in bubble wrap to keep her safe from the world.
"Bo." It was a faint whisper and I smiled at her.
"Bo is a very nice name. My name is Miranda but everyone calls me BamBam." Everyone being myself. I didn't have a lot of friends. One didn't make friends with witches when one seemed content to fuck with all the rules. They were all stuck up assholes anyway.
I watched as she mouthed my name and I nodded happily before giving her a tight hug. I loved children. I really did. Holding her made me feel content and happier than I had in years. Children were rare in the Covenants the single witches were forced to live in. She was the first one I had touched in years.
"Ren." The growling rumble that made my body shiver came from the large male sitting behind the steering wheel.
"Ren." I rolled his name around in my mouth as if tasting it. I wanted to shudder because that name felt sinful on my tongue. Witches and Weres weren't allowed to mix. It was one of the big four. The four big rules of our kind that could get you jailed, banished, or killed.
Never use emotions or unpurified tools to cast magick.
Never go leave the compounds or go to the Territories without an escort.
Never take off your contraceptive spell outside of specified reasonings.
And never fuck a werewolf.
The way things were going I was going to break one of them. I was banished so I was technically not a part of the law system anymore but if someone found out I was lusting after a beautiful hunk of weremale called Ren, I would be burned at the stake. The oldest trick in the book.
Burn the witch.
It was what they did to Rowenya Stoneheart. She had gotten preggers by a werewolf by the name of Ragnor. He dumped her, the kid died before it was three months old, and right before they burned her alive for the crime of loving a werewolf. She cast herself a nasty little curse on the werewolves that somehow managed to bounce back on her own species. No one ever said using emotions to fuel one's magick as going to result in a perfectly predictable spell. She was probably the reason the first rule existed in the first place and was therefor the reason I was banished.
I didn't care. The witch had mad respect from me. She managed to fuck over two species and spit in the face of those lighting her pyre. A bad bitch like that deserved all the respect in the world. She was my personal hero. I mean what rebel wouldn't idolize a female who had broken so many rules they created new ones just because of her? A rather shitty one in my personal opinion.
They used to teach her to us as a cautionary tale about the evils of the Weres but I was always more impressed by her than the fact we were cursed by her. The tales did their best to spin the Weres as evil creatures who were responsible for our woes but I knew it was stupidity that caused that. They took a grieving witch, denied her a chance at vengeance to kill the werewolf who duped her and burned her at the stake. I am positive if they had let her merc the asshole on her own terms then there wouldn't have been a curse to begin with.
Everyone was stupid in my opinion. It was only logical to come to that conclusion but they were intent on blaming werewolves like they had since burning Rowenya six hundred years before. I guessed they were a little pissed about the whole curse backfiring and Warlocks not being born thing going on. I mean witches were fucking fertile. I could look at a picture of sperm and get pregnant. That is if my contraceptive spell wasn't on. Handy little thing let me get laid safely so many times. No unwanted pregnancies for me and no males to follow me around because of a baby bump.
Although those feelings were disappearing the longer I held Bo. I did want kids. I wanted little crawling magick filled babies. When I was focused on sex then it was fine to push the need for children but when one was confronted with a little one, it was impossible to push away. As if to punctuate the thought, Bo snuggled closer to me, melting me into a little pile of goo. She was just too cute.
I stroked her hair, letting her snuggle in closer. She smelled like dirt and rain and I knew she would be needing a bath when we got back to my cabin. As shitty as it was, my magick made it livable. A few illegal portal doors and some inter-dimensional magick made it a... roomier experience. To be honest my cabin was better than the coven I had lived in. At least at the cabin I didn't have people checking my room for contraband items or warlocks. Life in a coven was horridly tedious but at least there I had some human interaction.
Although by the looks of things, I was going to get a lot more than human interaction because the way Ren was looking at me was not in a way that made me think he wanted to simply... talk. In fact he looked like he had a far better use of his mouth in mind. I squeezed my thighs together at the thoughts it inspired, ignoring the sound the weremale let out as he inhaled.
It wasn't any fun if I couldn't tease him. I was a favourite for some males, magickal or other wise, after all and it didn't have anything to do with my personality. I could drive a male crazy without even touching him. It was a skill I had perfected, that is also why I got so agitated when they didn't reciprocate appropriately.
Which is also why I was still so pissed off about my banishment. My banishment had been because of some shitty warlock who was shitty in bed. Who got banished for that? I didn't even create chaos or ruin a coven permanently. I blew up a witch because her warlock was a sack of shit. It was lack lustre and I was disappointed in myself. I knew I was better than that but I wasn't allowed to have a do over. I had to deal. It sucked but that was the way shit ended up. I also wasn't about to go back in time, that made shit all sorts of wonky. I tried that once and never again.
A small hand tapped my cheek lightly and I looked down at Bo, a soft smile crossing my face as I lifted my legs up slightly, curling around her. I loved kids and I wondered if it was in my blood, my mother was very affectionate to all the children she had. She seemed happiest pregnant and surrounded by her children. Five daughters and only one son. I still remembered when she had my little brother, my father had finally paid attention to her. He was a douche to the highest order. I never saw the warlock growing up. I always suspected he had a harem somewhere but my mother insisted he was just busy. Yah just busy porking all the witches he could behind her back.
"I'm hungry." Bo's voice was tiny and I made a faint sound in my throat. I could hear her stomach growling and I immediately thought about what I had in the fridge that I could make into a decent meal for the little sweetheart. I knew I had at least enough to make a grilled cheese sandwich.
"When we get to my cabin I'll make you a grilled cheese. Does that sound yummy?" I smiled at her but she just blinked at me blankly as if she didn't understand what I had said. I frowned slightly. "Grilled cheese, like the sandwich you fry? You have had one before right?" She shook her head and my heart ached for the sweet little thing. "Don't you worry, when we get there I'll make you one." She smiled up at me and pressed her face into my chest, nuzzling me with a happy sigh.
The poor little female must not have had a lot of things out in the wilderness with Ren. That was no life for a baby, they needed to be spoiled and well taken care of. I knew my babies would have rounded chubby cheeks that spoke of just how much I took care of them and spoiled them rotten. She was looking a little too thin and I made a mental note to fix that. In my reach she would have perfectly rounded cheeks that begged to be pinched.
A large hand gripped my thigh tightly and I inhaled sharply, my eyes immediately landing on Ren. He was staring out the front window and I was faintly aware of the tap of his claws against my thigh as he held it in his grip. "Where do I go?" His voice was low and I tried my hardest to ignore just how much I loved having his hand on me as I looked out the windshield. It was hard to think because all I could imagine was his hand on my bare thighs as he shoved me down onto my bed, his eyes looking up at me as he got ready to devour me. The prick of his claws grew a bit sharper and a low rumble escaped him. "Witchling." There was a warning to his tone that made my skin tighten and my breasts feel achy and heavy.
"Two miles up you turn left." My voice was nearly breathless and I looked over at him as he removed his hand from my thigh, leaving the spot almost throbbing with awareness. I knew my cheeks and chest were flushed with my interest for him and I knew that he could smell it on me. Honestly all I wanted him to smell on me was himself when I got through with him. I just knew from looking at him that he was a male that made sure his females were... well satisfied and after the dry spell I had. I needed that.
I smirked. Ren had no clue what witch he was toying with and he didn't know that my males were always left unable to speak or move when I was done with them and from how I was feeling, he was going to get the BamBam Platinum package. He wouldn't be able to even think my name without getting hard for me after I was done with him.