Free Warlock Brothers of Havenbridge 01 - Spell Bound by Jacob Z. Flores

Drake standing next to me. Both my cock and I jumped in surprise.
    He blew his long blond locks out of his eyes and crossed his arms over his lean, muscular chest. In his stare brewed a surprising mixture of suspicion and smug satisfaction. Had he guessed what I’d been imagining from all the way across the street?
    I glanced over at the library steps, where Drake the Cat had been a few moments before, and of course the tabby was gone. If I could have hexed myself, I would have. I’d been so preoccupied with that bizarre little sucking fantasy, I’d lost my chance to follow Drake and catch him in the act of shifting. Fuck my teenage hormones!
    “Hey!” Drake snapped his fingers in front of my face.
    I scowled in reply. Thad did that to me whenever I spaced out during one of his rambling lectures about needing to take my magical studies more seriously. “Don’t do that,” I warned.
    “Yeah, well, don’t follow me.”
    Even though that was precisely what I’d been doing, I scoffed. “Don’t flatter yourself,” I replied, taking a sip of my drink. I shifted in my seat and hoped the burning flush that had previously reddened my cheeks had subsided. The last thing I needed was for Drake to think I found him attractive.
    “Then why do I get the feelin’ I just caught you with your hand in the cookie jar?” He asked the question with a provocative arch to his eyebrow. I immediately withdrew my hand from my groin.
    “So what?” I replied with a shrug. “I like cookies.”
    “I can tell,” he said, pulling out the chair and joining me at the outside table.
    “Is that your thing or something? Sitting down where you’re not welcome? I don’t recall asking you to join me.”
    “And I don’t recall needin’ your permission,” he said with a grin.
    Drake kicked his feet up onto the table and leaned his chair back as if he owned this place and everyone who inhabited the town. The light golden fur that spread across his toned legs made me want to lap at the skin and follow the trail up to the nice bulge in his shorts. An impish grin snaked across his lips as he gazed out at the warm sunny street. He either knew exactly what I was thinking and loved it or didn’t give a fuck. It was difficult to tell.
    What was the deal with him? Could this hick really be the threat the Conclave had sensed? I had my doubts.
    Sure, he seemed to be a bit of a prick, but most people said the same thing about me. Being a shifter didn’t necessarily mean he was some big bad enemy, especially not with that accent. From what I remembered from the books my father used to make me read, their species was only dangerous when provoked.
    I sensed no impending threat from him, but there was something about him. It pulled at my stomach with the same intensity that made me rock hard when I imagined him naked in bed. It was very similar to the feeling I’d had in the woods before the Mabon celebration. It was like the universe was reaching out to me, trying to tell me something I was too blind to see.
    Was that what was going on? Was I being somehow directed to Drake? It certainly made some sense, considering my dreams. Although I was able to bend magic to my will, it still had a mind of its own.
    But if that was the case, what was the reason and why was he here?
    “So do I have to get a restrainin’ order or somethin’?”
    “What the fuck are you talking about?”
    Drake snorted. “I know you’re followin’ me, and I don’t like it.” He let his chair fall back to the ground and sat forward. His scent suddenly filled the space between us. It was an intoxicating mixture of cedar, herb, and fruit that reminded me of earth, wind, and water. It also sent the blood rushing back into my dick.
    I willed the rising lump in my denim back to its normal, lazy state, but it wouldn’t listen. It lengthened and snaked down my thigh.
    “Why?” I asked. My voice was thick and heavy like my cock. “You hiding something?”
    “Doesn’t matter,”