The Entanglement of Rival Wizards (Magic and Romance, #1)

by Sara Raasch

What’s the point of magic if you don’t get to use it for silly shit anyway.

“Go fuck yourself, Walsh.” “I will, and I’ll think of you while I do it.”

Kissing Elethior Tourael should be as catastrophic as the worst thing I’ve done. And it is. But it’s not a bad catastrophe, and I never knew, never fucking knew that calamities could be wondrous, too.

Elethior says. “Another of mine is that I don’t share. Even if this is only physical, I won’t be fooling around with anyone else. And I don’t want you to either. For safety reasons, and because I’m a possessive fucking bastard.”

He grins, viciously pleased. “I’ll help you forget, I promise. I’ll fuck you so good you won’t remember your own name beyond me calling you baby. But I can do that and still respect you, so look into my eyes and tell me you want my mouth on your cock.”

Anger has protected me, but I’m tired of it being the dominant thing I feel.

“Baby boy, you keep standing there, I’m going to pull you onto my lap.”

CAMPUS-WIDE SECURITY ALERT: The missing infant basilisk from the Nomadic Order of the Enchanted Beast Pet Adoption Event has been safely recovered and all affected parties have been de-stoned. After her daring exploits, during which we are told she assisted in the recovery of a stolen wallet and prevented a fire on the second floor of the Herbology

building, the infant basilisk is no longer available for adoption, and will instead be trained to become a guide basilisk for the visually impaired. Have a happy spring break!

“Please,” I relent, tugging at his arms, his neck. “Please, Thio, fuck me. Fuck me, own me, ruin me—” He kisses me to silence. Eats the last few garbled words. “Oh, I’ll ruin you,” he tells me. “But you’re mine, so I’ll always put you back together again, too.”