A Witch's Destiny - Ch. 8

They appeared in a house, old wooden building and Brett gently sat Diane on the couch.
"How did you know my name?" Diane asked.
"I read it in your mind, that and your bond with this Brad fellow."
His name stung horribly. Suddenly her heart felt like it's throbbing differently.
"There's only one way to make and break a bond. It's usually love making between witches and werewolves."
"Not with me and Brad, it just came naturally." she sighed heavily. "It started out as friends when we were training and he started to like me. I feel like a fool."
"You never knew me, but I knew you. I sometimes watched you trained or eat your snack before I ran away." he tucked back some red hair behind her ear. "You're beautiful. I'd do anything to be with you."

Then Brad's bond thumped so hard that it knocked the breath out of her. Brett's arms wrapped around her.
"A bond can't be that controlling. You need to do something or it can serverely hurt you."
"But, I never did anything like this before."
Brett smiled, "I never did it before either, firsts for both of us."
"Brett, I think we should find..."
His lips on Diane's, his hands on her shoulders. Diane is starting to sink into the couch.
"Brett,"
His hand slipped under her shirt and pulled it off along with his. His erection starting up.
"Brett,"
His hand unbuckled Diane's pants and took them off. Diane stared at him.
"You'll be fine, undo my pants."

Diane's fingers fumbled on the button and she finally undid it.
Brett picked up her body and placed his head on her chest, sucking her nipples. Then he entered Diane; she cried out with pain, feeling Brad's bond disappearing. Then Brett stopped.
"Is the bond gone?" he asked.
"Yes." she looked at his muscled arms and six pack abs. "Thanks."
"You're welcome. Are you wanting to stay with me?" he asked.
"Yeah, I still want to hear your reasons why you're not a bad guy."
"You know reason number one, Diane. We just did it."
Diane rolled her eyes and softly yawned, "Let me hear the rest later, I think I need to rest."
"Sure. Sleep tight."
Then Diane drifted to sleep.