“You will need to work on not losing control of your power when you have sex next time though. It’s hard to remember at first, but you will have to or you’re going to make something burst into flames. If it’s the bed then that’ll hurt like a bitch.”

“What are you talking about?” I asked him completely confused. I hadn’t used any magic last night.

He spun his finger in the air. “The power pulsing in here was intense last night. Almost knocked me on my ass and I was outside the door.”

“But I wasn’t using magic,” I said again.

“That’s not what I am saying, Snow White. The energy you were putting off without realizing it is normal, but only when two casters are fucking can that be safe. He’s not a caster so you can’t let that side of you go free. It’s not safe.”

Why had no one mentioned this to me before? Had last night been good only because I was swirling magic around and had no idea? My stomach knotted up at the idea.

“Was... did that make... was I making it... was it good because of what I was doing?” I was bright red now. I hated having to ask this.

“If it was, would that bother you? It’s who you are so it’s a part of you and that’s the same as someone having a big dick and knowing how to use it. Or a wet tight pussy that squeezes you just right.”

I shook my head, not following this at all. “I don’t want magic to be the reason why sex between us was good. That sounds like cheating. Lying.”

Duely rolled his eyes. “Our lives are a lie. We are charmed.”

“Cursed. We are cursed,” I corrected him, crossing my arms over my chest.

“Sex with you will always be different for anyone you have sex with. Good different. Because you’re different. You have powers and the charm makes sex with you even more intense for regular humans. But that isn’t from the energy you were unleashing last night. The only person who could feel that is another caster. It’s why two casters like to let it go during sex. They are affected by it. Juiced in a way.”

That made me feel a bit better, but I was still bothered that my evil gift made sex better for Rathe.

“Stop scowling. You can’t stop being a witch. You were born one,” he wiggled his eyebrows. “It’s a bonus in sex.”

This time I rolled my eyes. Duely was a sex addict. I was done talking about my sex life with him.

“Heath isn’t gonna be okay with this. I imagine he’ll be so damn broken he’s likely to jump off a building.”