Averting my eyes, I let her hold me as she got in, goosebumps erupting on her skin as she submerged. When she was in up to her shoulders, I stepped back from the tub. “Do you feel anything?” I asked. “A tingle of magic, maybe?”
She shook her head.
This was going to be done the hard way then.
“In that case, we’re going to have to call upon the water magic, and it might take time.”
“You’re expecting me to sit in this tub and think about magic for gods know how long until it comes to me?”
I shrugged. “That’s how I was taught. When I couldn’t shift at first, my mother had me sit in the shallows and think about it for days.”
“Wasn’t your mother a vampire? And your father a deadbeat? She wouldn’t be the one to ask about the best way to do this.”
While Freya had a point, I couldn’t say there was another way, not really.
“Show me what you do,” Freya demanded.
“No. My transformation isn’t small like yours will be. I turn into something entirely different and wouldn’t fit in this tub.”
Not to mention the water was fucking taunting me. I had no desire to be anywhere near it.
“I want to see it.”
Another denial was on my lips, but she reached out and grabbed the waistband of my sweats, yanking me forward. I hissed and stumbled, landing with my hands on the edge of the tub and my head leaning over the water. Instincts rose up in me and I shoved myself back frantically, landing on my ass. “Absolutely the fuck not,” I said, shaking my head.
Freya smirked, standing in the tub. She looked sexy as fuck with water dripping down her slim body, her hair twisted up into a messy bun on the top of her head. She also looked like she was about to fuck me over, and not in a good way.
“Looks like I’m not the only one who’s going to be spending time in the bath for training,” she said. “All that time as a cat really did you in.”
Oh, fuck.
That made sense.
Cats didn’t like water and I’d been in the form of one for hundreds of years. As much as I’d claimed I wasn’t a cat but a familiar, I’d been gifted with hunting instincts while in the form. “I hate this fucking curse,” I muttered, standing from the floor.
Freya stepped out of the tub, not caring about how she was getting the floor soaked, and lifted my shirt up over my head. I let her, casting distrustful glances over her shoulder at the water. “It makes me feel better that I won’t be the only one doing this stupid training.”
“Doesn’t makemefeel better.”
Her hands caught my sweatpants and pulled them down, her body sinking down to the floor with them. She was covered in goosebumps. We needed to turn up the heat in this bathroom, which was an odd thought to have while my cock was straining against my boxer briefs. “Do you want me to make you feel better, Ozzy?” she asked, helping me step out of the pants.
“I didn’t suggest this just to get you naked.”
“Me being naked is a good perk, though.”
She stroked me through the thin layer of fabric. “We should probably do the work first, and have fun after,” I said, trying to find it in myself to pull away.
“Who says we can’t have fun on both ends of the work?”
Well, I wasn’t going to be the one to say it.
I let her peel off the last of my clothing, trying to ignore the imposing body of water on the other end of the room.
* * *
While a blowjob had morphed into me fucking her against the counter, we were finally ready to give the whole water magic thing another try. I wasn’t going to be able to access mine until I was comfortable again, so at least shifting into my mer form and being stuck in the tub wasn’t going to be an issue.
Freya was relaxed and languid as she stepped into the bath, now fully cold and not even a little bit lukewarm. I imagined it was extra chilly on her flushed skin.
