All Knight Long, Book I: One Warlock's Love Story (2 page)

“Our secret?” she asked.

“Our secret,” he responded. “Is there any chance that anyone else here knows that little spell that you just cast?”

“I am an old witch, but not a dumb witch. I taught most of the witches and warlocks in this family everything that they know, but not everything that
I
know,” she said.

They both laughed.

 

Chapter 3

 

Zander’s birthday party was everything that his grandmother had promised. Three large tents were set up in the expansive yard behind his house. Back in the old days when Zander’s family was celebrating his first few birthdays, they’d had one tent for the Zander family, one tent for the Knight family, and a third tent for those who were brave enough to venture into the common tent with Zander and his parents. Over the years, more and more of the family members found their way into the middle tent, leaving one tent for food and the other for Zander’s numerous gifts. This, however, was the best birthday party that Zander had ever had. The gift tent was filled with everything from ancient artifacts and magical tomes to designer clothes and electronics. The food tent overflowed with all sorts of natural and organic recipes prepared by the very best cooks in the family, and the music and laughter could be heard from miles around.

By late afternoon, most of the family elders had gathered in the center tent to show off old magic, with Zoe and Nasha right at the center. After all of the gifts had been opened, most of the food had been eaten, the warlock’s birthday song had been sung, and Zander’s father had offered him blessings, it was time for everyone to go home.

“What do you think, Butterbean?” his Grandmother Zoe asked.

“It was great, Grandma,” Zander answered.

“And I didn’t have to kill old Nasha,” she added.

“Thanks for that,” he laughed.

“I heard your father cover you in blessings for your trip to the Litha. Are you ready for your first solo trip?”

“My mother packed my luggage and dad filled my car with gas, so I guess I’m ready to go,” he answered.

“That innocent shit might work on your old, cross-eyed Grandma Nasha, but I am the smart grandmother. I don’t think for one second that you are going to Atlanta just to go to the Litha,” she said, pinching his behind.

“Ouch, Grandma! Damn! That hurt... All right, already. I might have a little
excursion
planned.” He glanced around suspiciously, lowering his voice with each word.

“What are you going to tell your parents?” she asked.

“I’m not going to tell them anything other than I am going to the Litha to socialize with all of the young ladies that they have arranged for me to meet. What are you going to tell them?” he asked.

“I’m not going to tell them anything as long you promise to be safe,” she answered.

“Our secret?” he asked.

“Our secret.”

“Thanks,” Zander sighed in relief.

“There is one last thing,” Zoe said.

“What’s that?”

“I didn’t give you your birthday present yet.” She smiled.

“You don’t have to give me anything,” Zander said, sincerely. “You’ve done enough.”

Zoe reached into her pocket and pulled out a brilliant, red ruby stone attached to a leather string and tied it around his neck. Zander admired the piece and gave his grandmother a hug and a kiss. “Thank you,” he said, not knowing exactly what it was.

“And don’t take it off until I see you again,” she ordered.

 

Chapter 4

 

The annual Litha was being held in Atlanta, which made it easy for Zander to finally meet his Internet chat buddy Giovanni. The Litha was held at a large, secluded concert campground that was occasionally used for renaissance festivals, alternative concerts, and obscure sporting events. The fact that it was just outside the Atlanta city limits was enough to keep most mortals away, but numerous wards and charms had been placed around the perimeter to discourage mortals from accidentally stumbling upon the event. This year’s Litha was particularly festive. The organizers had gone to great lengths to have the best organic delicacies, most popular magical musicians, and most beautifully designed decorations. The weather was perfect, and the early rumors were that they had already reached record attendance levels by the afternoon of the first day.

Zander made it to the celebration site as planned, where he met several of his older cousins, who politely introduced him to a of host eligible young witches that his parents had arranged for him to meet. Despite the fact that they all seemed extremely aroused by his ripening, there wasn’t a single one that he found even remotely interesting. He tried his very best to be gracious, sure that each one would send a report back to his family. The crowd was thick enough by nightfall for him to sneak away and give his grandmother a call. As always, she answered before the first ring.

“You’ll have to teach me how to do that one day,” he said.

“I’ll teach you everything that you know, but I won’t teach you everything that
I
know,” she teased.

“Yes, I remember.”

“So, did you meet anyone?” she asked.

“I’ve met dozens of people, but...” he started.

“...none of them tickled your fancy,” she finished.

“You could say that.” He sighed.

“So, does the
excursion
begin now?” she whispered.

“I think so.”

“Your parents have already started to get reports back from the families in Atlanta. You’ve been doing a very good job of faking it. The crowd should be large enough now for you to sneak way, but what are you going to do when your cousins Waverly, Vera, and the rest of them come looking for you?” she asked.

“I have my own private tent here at the campsite. I’ll tell them that I was still tired from my birthday party and I went to lay down,” he said.

“You did get your smarts from my side of the family,” she proclaimed.

“Yes, I did.”

“Do you have on the protective charm that I gave you?” she asked.

“What?” he asked.

“The necklace,” she reminded him. He reached down into his shirt and grabbed the ruby, and for the first time he noticed that it seemed cool to the touch.

“Of course I do,” he told her.

“Good. Don’t take it off!” she ordered again.

“I won’t. I promise. Are you sure you haven’t told anyone about this?”

“I am a ride or die witch. I’ve got you,” she teased, doing a pretty good impression of sounding like someone a fraction of her age.

“I am going to meet my friend Giovanni, and then I’m--”

“Stop. The less you tell me, the better. I’ve been reading the tea leaves and throwing bones for the last two days. Tonight will be a turning point for you, and it is going to be filled with magic and excitement. Embrace it.”

“Thanks, Grandma.” Zander sighed and ended the call.

Chapter 5

 

It was just before midnight when Zander arrived in Giovanni’s neighborhood. Giovanni lived in a pricey condo right in the center of Atlantic Station, a mixed-use neighborhood on the northwestern edge of Midtown Atlanta. From his profile, Giovanni was about Zander’s height and complexion but with much sharper features, a goatee, and shoulder-length dreadlocks. Giovanni had promised to meet Zander in front of the H&M clothing store in Atlantic Station. When Zander drove up, Giovanni was standing there looking just like he did in the pictures from his online profile.

Zander’s nerves took over as soon as he saw Giovanni. He had never actually hung out with another warlock who wasn’t a cousin or family member. And his relatives always seemed to only tolerate him and talk down to him. Zander and Giovanni’s online chatting had started out like most online conversations, filled with flirtatious banter and innuendo, but had quickly turned into something more like a friendship after they started to share personal problems. Giovanni was learning to live on his own after having been outed to his family by a magic school classmate, and Zander was struggling with being a closeted gay warlock living among mortal teenagers.

Despite the friendship, Zander couldn’t help but notice how attractive and confident Giovanni seemed, standing on the corner in skinny jeans and purple combat boots. A necklace of purple beads hung around his neck, both of his wrists were filled with multi-colored bracelets halfway up his arms, and all but four of his fingers were covered in rings. Both of his ears were pierced, and the phrase “MAGIC TRICK,” was tattooed on the lower left side of his neck.

Zander stopped at the curb in front of Giovanni at the H&M store.

“Love and light!” Giovanni said, jumping into the passenger’s seat as if they had known each other for years. Zander extended his hand for a shake, and Giovanni responded by reaching across the seat and giving him a big hug.

“Blessed be,” Zander responded.

“Nice to finally meet you face to face, Z. You
are
a cutie!” Giovanni exclaimed, punching him in the arm.

“Thank you. You aren’t so bad yourself.” Zander smiled.

“I like your car,” Giovanni offered, looking around Zander’s Audi. The new black A6 had been a graduation gift from his parents.

“I like your neighborhood,” Zander volleyed.

“Thanks. I live right there in that building.” Giovanni pointed to the largest building in the center of the courtyard.

“How can you afford to live in a place like that on your own?” Zander wondered.

“I am a sexy, young warlock. The world is mine! You know most witches and warlocks don’t work. Why should I be any different?” Giovanni opened his arms, allowing his bracelets and bangles to jingle.

“I know, but most of us have family money that has been built up over the years. I thought you said your family kicked you out with nothing.”

“I’ll admit that I’ve had to be resourceful,” Giovanni explained.

“Do you miss your family?” Zander asked carefully.

“Fuck them,” Giovanni responded, without missing a beat.

“Okay, so where are we going?” Zander asked, changing the conversation before the mood could get too heavy.

“We are going to teach you how to be a young warlock in the city. I can tell that you are ripe, too. I love it,” Giovanni teased, taking a moment to sniff him. Zander blushed and wondered if this was how all young warlocks in heat acted. Their collective scents filled the car with the force of a dozen new air fresheners. Zander’s patchouli and sage mixed with Giovanni’s sandalwood and lavender to create a mindboggling symphony of smells. Zander had never been in such close proximity with another ripening warlock, and the effect was damn near overwhelming. His cock stiffened in his pants, his nipples poked through his shirt, and he was starting to perspire.

Zander rolled down the window and asked again, “So, where does one go to learn how to become a young warlock in the city?”

Giovanni took another deep breath before responding. “There’s a brand new club just south of the city for folks like us.”

“For warlocks?”

“For warlocks, witches, shifters, vamps and any other supernaturals!”

“Is that safe?” Zander asked. “I thought we didn’t mix.”

“The old folk don’t mix. It’s a new day. Our generation doesn’t care as much. It’s kind of like racism. Besides, there’s no magic, shifting, or biting allowed in the club,” Giovanni explained.

“Biting?” Zander asked. Giovanni laughed, directed Zander toward the highway, and turned the radio volume up to hear D’Angelo’s latest single.

“What do you have to worry about?” Giovanni asked. “You’re wearing a magic ruby stone around your neck. Someone very powerful must really love you. They don’t come easy.”

“Yeah, thanks,” Zander said, not realizing that the gift that his grandmother had given him was quite so special.

The ripening scent reached a fevered pitch. Without a word, Giovanni pulled a packet of wet naps from his pocket, reclined the passenger’s seat, and pulled out his eight-inch, uncut dick and started masturbating.

“What are you doing?” Zander asked, alarmed.

“What do you mean? Your scent is driving me crazy. My ripening keeps me horny, but you are something else. Don’t you ever masturbate?” Giovanni asked, stroking even harder.

“Yes, but not in my car,” Zander said desperately.

“Just drive. I’ll go crazy if I don’t do something about this right now. We can pull over beside the road and jack off together if you want,” Giovanni offered.

“That’s okay,” Zander said, glancing back and forth between the highway and Giovanni’s beautiful hooded dick. Giovanni leaned over several times to smell Zander. It didn’t take long for him to climax and shoot a huge load onto Zander’s dashboard and windshield.

“What are you doing? My dad is going to kill me,” Zander screamed.

“It’s come, not acid. It’ll wipe right off.” Giovanni cleaned himself before wiping down Zander’s automobile interior.

“Do you want me to drive while you get yours? The last thing you want to do is walk up in a club with all those cute boys as ripe as you are. There’s no telling what might happen,” Giovanni warned.

“I’ll be fine.” Zander started to wonder if finally meeting Giovanni was such a good idea.

“Suit yourself,” Giovanni said, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a joint. He cast a quick fire spell, lit the joint, inhaled, and laid back.

“Are you serious?” Zander asked incredulously.

“My fault. Do you want some?” Giovanni handed the fat joint to Zander.

“You can’t smoke in here. My parents don’t allow smoking in here!” Zander squealed. His voice was higher than he intended.

“You are very uptight,” Giovanni announced. “I think you need some dick!”

“Just put out the marijuana,” Zander warned. Giovanni took one last drag, before putting out the joint and slipping it back into his pocket. He slumped down in the seat, folded his arms, and poked out his bottom lip. The next few miles were filled with awkward silence until Zander broke the ice.

“I’m sorry,” he said.

“I forgive you,” Giovanni perked up immediately, leaned over, and gave Zander a huge kiss on the cheek. They both laughed out loud.

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