Falk Clan Tales - Chapter 35: Chapter 35

“Well, gee thanks, Ed. Just for a second, I thought maybe you’re not that bad, but I’m quite sure you just called me fat. You egotistical jerk.”
A flash of magic flew from her hand to his. Edric yelped as he shook his wrist to stop the sensation.
Magic could sting. They both knew that. Joselyn stood up and refused to take any note of the pain she just inflicted on him. He deserved it, the jerk.
She was painfully aware of how tiny her pajamas were. She knew just how much of her body was on display thanks to her “healthy appetite,” and like always, she was totally humiliated. She felt her cheeks burn with embarrassment as she rinsed her cup and placed it in the dishwasher.
Healthy appetite. Puhhhleeeease, that was code for fat, and she knew it. She’d been overweight most of her life. In a world where models were a size negative zero and anyone without thigh-gap was considered obese, it wasn’t easy. And no, she couldn’t magic herself skinny.
Being a Witch couldn’t stop her from eating bread, or rice, or pasta, or rojoes a moda do minho, a Portuguese pork dish that was served with stewed potatoes and was her absolute favorite. Joselyn liked food. She liked to eat.
She was almost thirty years old, and she was finally comfortable with her size. Or at least she was before he walked into her life. Some Witches had the gift of glamour, but not Joselyn.
She wore anywhere from a size twelve to a fourteen on any given day. Yes, she was overweight for her five-foot-six-inch frame, but there was nothing she could do about it. She tried starving herself once, and it was so not worth it.
She ate healthily. It wasn’t all chocolate. She enjoyed vegetables and smoothies as much as the next person. She even exercised a few times a week. She just couldn’t seem to get down past a size twelve.
“You know, I’ve heard this song before, Edric. I don’t need to hear it from you too. In case you don’t recall, I said I wasn’t interested in you either, cabrao.”
Before she could turn around and leave the room, she felt him close in just behind her. Damn, he moved fast. Even for a Dragon.
Joselyn turned to meet him head-on. She felt the beast within him stir, but she felt no fear. He wouldn’t hurt her. Even when his temper had been roused, and his eyes burned at her like emerald and ruby fire. A treasure trove of feelings untold.
The fates must have been drunk when they decided the two of them would suit. She looked up at him. She had to. He was well over six-feet tall, and his body was covered in rippling muscles. He was the very embodiment of athleticism. Even more so than his older brother Callius.
If they were a couple, they’d be beauty and the beast alright. Except she’d be the beast. Shorter, rounder, with brown hair and olive skin, she was hardly a beauty. She blew her curly hair out of her face and put her hands on her ample hips. She had enough of this already.
“Alright, lizard boy, move it or lose it.”
“No. Not until you let me explain. Wait a second, did you just call me lizard boy?” He looked as if he swallowed a bug when he repeated the phrase and Joselyn bit her lip to keep from laughing.
“Explain what? Yes, I’m fat. I get it, okay, I know I’m overweight. Now, move aside, or I swear I will zap you again.”
“Damn it, woman, that’s not what I meant. The very sight of you has been driving me out of my mind since the second I laid eyes on you-”
“Well, if you’d just move, I won’t be in your sight anymore.”
“You want me to move?” He raised his voice to match hers, but she sensed no real anger behind it. Still, she should have backed off. All her senses were tingling, the same way they did when she was going to have a vision. Only they seemed stronger.
“Yes. I want you to move.” She yelled back at him, unable to control herself.
Her chest was heaving, she could only imagine how she looked, braless with her thin nightshirt on, but she didn’t care. Joselyn was trembling all over. She wanted, oh, she wanted something, but she couldn’t name what.
“Fine. I’ll move,” he growled the last word just as his arms whipped out and encircled her.
He pulled her up against him and hissed when his skin touched hers. Before she could protest, he claimed her mouth. His strong lips fastened themselves to hers. Joselyn moaned. It was like no kiss she’d ever experienced. Maybe the Fates had hand-picked him for her?
She arched into him, wrapping her hands around his thick neck and giving as good as she got. She threw her head back as he licked his way from her mouth to her throat and back up again. Joselyn’s mind went blank as his hands and mouth and tongue teased her senses. She wanted them all, everywhere at once.
So good, so hot, burning, everywhere, more, harder, touch meeeeeeee…
As if he read her mind, she felt him move. Touching, feeling, groping, kissing, licking... Everywhere she wanted him to. When she thought she couldn’t stand anymore, he picked her up with strong hands fastened firmly to her ass. He slammed her down firmly onto his engorged manhood, and he hissed her name as he rubbed against her core through the thin cotton fabric of her shorts and his sweatpants.
“Mmm, you taste like heaven, minha bruxa, my little Witch,” he said as he locked his mouth over one plump breast over her thin cotton shirt.
“Joselyn? I need-”
He was asking her permission, and she knew she should refuse, but it had been so long since anyone had wanted her this way. So long since she’d felt passion. How could she refuse? Not when she wanted him just as much.
“My room is down the hall.”