Apprentices: Waxing Crescent

An Awkward Encounter

My knocking can probably be heard all over the hallway, that’s how loud and impatient it is. I wait for a whole minute, trying to figure out if he’s sleeping already. No way. This isn’t like Jake. He’s a night owl. I knock again, frantically checking my surroundings. I’m not really supposed to be here, open up for f**k’s sake.

I’m just raising my hand again, when the door opens and my knuckles almost knock against Jake’s forehead. He seems surprised for a moment before smiling at me. But my eyes are too busy travelling downwards, where he only has a towel wrapped around his hips. I lick my lips, pushing him inside and closing the door behind us.

“Tell me you’re alone,” I whisper, quickly scanning the room. He lives with Marcus. Cliché, huh? His hands are already roaming around my body softly, while I want them to rip my clothes off me. He nods, making me let out a longing breath.

“I thought you’d never come,” he whispers back, pressing me against the door to finally kiss me. I attack him with my lips, raising my leg upwards and wrapping it around him. He takes my other leg, lifting it up so he’s fully pressed up against me. I let out a moan just as I hear him lock the door.

Our gazes meet for a short moment, and I find myself whispering the incantation that’s been getting me out of trouble for the past few months. “Aerimurus.” I can feel the magic awakening inside me, my wall of high pressurized air forming around the room. Useful for not letting any sound leave or enter the room.

In the next moment, Jake is already carrying me towards his bed, while I rip the towel off his hips and take his manhood into my hands. He puts me down, towering over me with a dark look in his eyes.

He starts undressing me, while I keep working him and staring at his face with a wicked smile. In one moment I have to stop to help him get my underwear off, my body pulsing with excitement. We stop for a moment, taking each other in before crashing against one another once again.

I slide down, sucking him in, while his hands run through my hair and he finally lets out a moan. I go deep all the way, tears forming in my eyes, before I pull away and throw myself on his bed.

He’s on top of me in a matter of seconds, kissing me, while his hand finally slips down my stomach, stopping between my legs. My back arches in pleasure as he slowly runs his hand up and down, spreading the wetness all around my core.

“Jake …” I breathe out, barely able to speak. I don’t need to say anything else, because he already pulls me tighter against him, thrusting into me. I gasp at the feeling, my body starting to move against his in unison.

His lips crash against mine again, both of us too wrapped up in the feeling of ecstasy to notice someone is trying to turn the knob. There’s a bad side to my spell. You might keep the sounds in, but none can come in from the outside either.

We only realize that Marcus is back once he’s standing inside the walls of the spell, letting out a whistle. Jake freezes on top of me, turning towards the door with a low growl. “GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE!” he snarls at Marcus, while I try not to die of embarrassment. Yes, Jake is shielding pretty much everything with his body, but I’m still not thrilled to have this asshat see us in the middle of having s*x!

I notice Marcus turning around and getting out of the room lazily, while Jake is already up on his feet, locking the door behind him again. He turns towards me, visibly pissed and his excitement almost fading away. I pout with disapproval, inviting him back over with the motion of my finger.

He clenches his jaw, then sighs, returning back to bed. But instead of climbing on top of me, he sits down, leaning his back against the wall. Oh, no. We’re not finishing like this. “Jake,” I call him, making his head turn into my direction.

“He always does this. Bursts in when the door’s locked. It’s like he’s playing stupid!” he protests, clearly bothered by what his friend is doing. Well, to be honest, I’m f*****g bothered too. However, I’ve almost gotten used to it by now. It’s probably clear that this wasn’t the first time he walked in on us. But it’s true that we were never fully naked.

I get up, positioning myself on his lap with my legs spread. “I don’t want to talk or even think about that douchebag now. I need you to f**k me,” I tell him in a low, alluring voice that makes his chest stiffen. His eyes roam down my body again and I lead his hands towards my hips.

I lead him inside me just as he grips me tight, helping me move on top of him. I’m wild today. I know it by the look on his face as I keep going faster and faster, moaning in pleasure as he grabs me a little tighter, the roughness turning me on.

“Evy …” he calls out hesitantly, but his voice is a bit panicky. However, I don’t properly sense it until he speaks up straightforwardly. “We need a condom,” he says, his tone urgent now. I let out something between a sigh and a groan, forcing myself to get off him. He breathes out in relief, then reaches over to his locker to put protection on.

I roll over to my stomach, my body still moving. I can’t help it and I don’t want to. It’s not like I would be embarrassed. Jake’s already gotten used to my energetic side by now. At least that’s what I think.

“Come,” he calls me, making me pull myself up immediately and swinging my leg back over him. It’s ironic how one word can hide another meaning. I’m going to fulfill both. I’m now so excited, that I can feel myself rubbing against his chiseled abs and it’s making a familiar anticipation build up in my core.

“f**k. I will,” I say, answering his previous call. He lets out a short chuckle, which is quickly replaced by a soft moan. I keep moving faster and faster until the wave of pleasure finally explodes inside me, making me sway on top of him.

But he isn’t finished just yet. While I’m in a state of ecstasy, he starts thrusting from beneath me, intensifying my pleasure. I moan even more loudly, unable to do anything other but to clutch onto him for dear life. In the next moment, I can feel him twitch inside me, then stop moving altogether.

We both breathe heavily, exhausted from our dirty little rendezvous. I finally pull myself together enough to look at him and press a deep kiss onto his lips. “I needed this tonight. Thank you,” I tell him, making him smile in amusement.

“Oh, so you’re thanking me for f*****g you now? What got into you?” he jokes, making me shake my head as I smile back.

“Can’t a witch be in a good mood?” I say, shrugging playfully. I can already see him opening his mouth, but I press my finger against his soft lips. “Shh. It was a rhetorical question,” I explain quietly, before chuckling at his astonished expression. Then, I slowly get up, starting to search for my clothes all over the room. Ugh. My panties landed on Marcus’s bed. I hope he didn’t have time to see that when he burst in on us. Or else I’ll never hear the end of it.

I put them on, glancing at Jake, who is watching me with a strange look in his eyes. I furrow my eyebrows together, trying to figure out what he’s thinking about.

“What?” I ask, seemingly waking him up from a trance he didn’t even realize he was in. He blinks a couple of times, shaking his head.

“Nothing. Just dozed off with my eyes open,” he explains, making me scoff. Right. Like I believe that crap of an excuse. “Are you staying over or …?” He doesn’t finish the sentence because I send him a patronizing look.

“To listen to Mr. Ignorant and you having one of your bromance spats again? No thanks, I’m good,” I turn him down, then bend over to pick up my bra. He chuckles behind me, but in the next moment, I hear him sigh again.

“I’ll beat the s**t out of him,” he says in the next moment, while I continue dressing myself. After I find my socks, I sit down next to him and finally look at his face.

“No, you won’t,” I tell him straight, knowing he would never do anything to hurt Marcus. Not physically or mentally. “He’s your brother,” I add as I notice the surprise on his face.

Well, technically, they’re not actual brothers. But werewolves have many special bonds. And one of those is between an alpha and a beta in a pack. They never betray each other or go behind each other’s backs. They share some weird deep mutual respect for one another.

“Sometimes you really surprise me with how much you know about me,” he mumbles before getting up to clean himself. Again. Poor thing just came out of the shower before I barged in.

I don’t say anything to his statement. I mean, it’s not like I’m his girlfriend. We are friends. With some additional benefits. But we never stepped over the boyfriend s***h girlfriend line. It’s too shitty to let yourself care for someone more than you should only to have your heart broken.

Werewolves find mates that they’re destined to be with. Witches don’t have that. Some are lucky enough to be born as a werewolf’s mate, but those are rare occasions. Most of us just need to go through breakups and heartache over and over again. Which is why I chose this type of relationship with Jake.

So far, it’s working out for both of us. He’s not eighteen yet, so he doesn’t have a mate. He isn’t jealous, doesn’t have a problem with me seeing anyone else and doesn’t act like he owns me. Boyfriends can be so exhausting. To be honest, I don’t even have the energy to be seeing anyone else. And Jake is great in bed, why the hell would I need anyone else?

“You’re making me fear for my life when you have that look on your face. What are you even thinking about?” he wakes me up from my thoughts. I smirk at him, wiggling my eyebrows before I pull my top over my head.

“About round two,” I tell him as my head peeks out again, making him stop for a moment. I stare at him with a serious face, but he isn’t buying it.

“You’re messing with me, right?” he wants to know, but I shake my head, pretending that I’m quite serious. Then, I murmur the counter-incantation for the spell, realizing that the wall didn’t waver even for a moment today. My magic skills are getting better, how awesome. Jake is staring at me in confusion, while I laugh.

“I’m totally messing with you,” I admit, then pull my jeans back on. I stride towards him, pulling his head down for another passionate kiss, before leaving. “Good night, Jakey,” I tell him in a sing-song voice I never use.

“I think you might be sick. See the nurse. Good night,” he replies, clearly horrified by my today’s overly cheerful mood. I know the feeling. That’s what I’ll think about myself tomorrow.

I unlock the door as quietly as I can, giving him one last wave before I slip into the hallway, checking out if anyone’s watching. But the angst is unnecessary. I’m alone.

But when I start walking towards my room and turn the corner, I almost bump into someone, who is casually leaning on the wall. I look up, my face darkening. “Done humping?” Marcus asks, making me breathe out furiously. There goes my good mood, flying through the window like a little bird that’s just learning how to fly. And fails miserably.

“Yeah. It was a good one. Go play fetch now or whatever it is you do in your free time,” I remark bitterly, making him laugh. I roll my eyes, already moving past him, but he grabs my hand. I yank it away angrily, refusing to let me touch him.

His eyes glisten in amusement as he leans a little closer. “It would be even a better one if I … jumped in and let my friend rest,” he suggests, making me snicker. Does he really think the thought would excite me?

“Don’t make me barf all over you. I don’t have the money to pay dry-cleaning bills for others,” I reply, not even waiting for him to say anything else. I hear him laughing behind me, but he doesn’t harass me any longer.

“You’re going to regret saying that one day!” he calls after me, but I only raise a middle finger in response, refusing to gift him with a second glance.