I Don't How She Does It Novels & Stories

she laughs bitterly. "Argh! What am I supposed to do" she calm her self down and told her self that there is another way, just took one step ata time.

She got up from her chair and walked to me and stood right in front, like she was about to practise that on me. She leaned over and whispered in my ear. "Good, you don't know how it's done. Let who knows how to do it."

She asks “No. I don’t even understand how this magic of mine works. That’s why we are going with Alpha Knox. He has a witch that can help me.” "What are we supposed to do with him?" "Keep him here, I guess. Just for now, just while I try and figure something out." She raises an eyebrow at me. “You have used your magic twice now.” “And both times, it just happened. Like instinct. I seemed to know exactly what to do and exactly what will help. But when I try to do the same thing , it just doesn’t work.” She nods her head at me, “That’s weird.” “You don’t have to tell me. I’m well aware that it’s weird that a witch doesn’t know how to use her magic.”

She quickly lowered her head, "I wouldn't be able to touch anyone else." I felt the tightness in my chest suddenly ease up. Despite already cumming once, my dick was still hard and throbbing. "Then tell me how you learned to do that." I asked casually, loving the feel of her hair in my hands as I carefully played with some strands between my fingers. "Instinct." She said. I flicked her small nose lightly chuckling, "Little liar." We both laughed together as she admitted, "I might have seen that in some dirty magazines."

She hasn’t even broken a sweat, it’s like this is all she does all her life. “Shift,” she says casually, twirling the dagger in her hand like it’s nothing more than a toy. “Go on, little silver wolf. Show me your magic. Show me what makes you so special.” I keep my head down, my chest heaving. I can barely move, but I manage a whisper. “No.”

I need to fix this now. "When did you become so good at this?" I grumble, narrowing my eyes suspiciously even though she can’t see me. She giggles again, light and carefree. "Oh, you know, a little here and there." I roll my eyes. "That doesn’t even make any sense." "It doesn’t have to," she chirps. I sigh. "What do you think I should do, Sash?" She hums, like she’s mulling over something. "Okay. I have an idea..."

Maybe it’s the only way for her to have a master over this ability of hers. “You think you’d pass by just doing that?” “I noticed you’re not stopping me,” she murmured under her breathe, now feeling a blazing warmth from her hands radiating all over her body. “The test is not about answering it but knowing how to get the answer, amounting to cheating without really cheating, I’m right, am I, Sheels? Well, either way, this is my answer, watch very carefully!”

I asked. " You are looking like, Ummmm... " she made that annoying sound. Then she smelt some air. What is with her? "Nice perfume, Neatly set hair, Clean-shaven face, Subtle yet bright clothes, And oh my, That glow on the face Are you going on a date?" She said. How just she gets to know about it? "N N no, It's... " I tried to find a lie so she could believe it. " It's w w work m meet "

Which, by the way, I believe she is - not a shifter but a human. If she was a shifter, she’d know I can hear every backwards comment she mutters under her breath and wouldn’t risk saying anything out of place. “A magic trick?” She echoes and straightens up, stepping closer to the point she’s making me uncomfortable. “Show me your magic trick then,” she says loudly and whispers under her breath, “freak.” I grin, fiddle with my hands and flip her off, grinning even wider. “Uncle Lenox taught me this one. Cool isn’t it?”

"Please?" "Leave me alone." The statement was muffled and unclear because of my makeshift face-shield. She started laughing. I moved the pillow to shoot daggers at her. "It's not funny!" "I know, it's not funny." She was still laughing. "You're so cute though." Her words didn't make me feel better. "Look, I would've been more confused if you were a 'cunnilingus prodigy.' Eating a girl out isn't something a person knows how to do from the get-go, it's not like blinking or breathing. At least not in my experience," she added. "But the whole 'do to her what feels good to you' strategy... Yeah, no, that's harder in practice than in theory. Kinda like driving a right-hand car for the first time."