Came Back Haunted (Experiment in Terror #10) - Karina Halle Page 0,101
mind you’re willing to have.”
“I’ll consider anything as long as it has a chance of stopping this,” I tell her. Plus, my mind was literally open enough for her to walk around inside of it.
“Good,” she says simply. “Have you ever heard of sex magic?”
My mind goes back to the sex witch/sex magic conversation I had with Dex about our strange connection.
“I know what you’re thinking,” she says quickly. “I know what you discussed. I know that you have this intense connection between you that is heightened during sex. See Perry, sex isn’t just a physical thing. It has a spiritual and emotional component as well. At least all the good sex should have those three things as a part of it. But you two, well, you know you have something special there, enough so that you got you thinking about what it all means.”
“So, what does it all mean?”
“It means that you have a bond that’s stronger than anything else and the two of you always make sure to keep that connection fused, whether you’re conscious of it or not. This connection has saved you in the past, it will save you now, and it will save you again in the future.”
“The future? What do you mean the future? You can see the future?”
She gives me a tepid smile. “Perry, please. We have to focus on the present or there will be no future.”
She’s got me there.
“Sex magic is something different,” she says. “But your thinking was on the right track. It involves witchcraft.”
My eyes go even wider. “Witchcraft?!” I squeak, as if I want to dabble in that shit now of all times.
“You need to be a witch to fight a witch.”
“I’m not a witch!”
“I know. But with your energy, it really doesn’t matter.”
I blink, not sure what to say.
“Don’t even think of dismissing it yet. I haven’t even gotten to the good part,” she says.
Oh hell.
“Sex magic is using sex to manifest something for yourself,” she explains. “Witches believe that there is divine power in sex, and that’s all very true. What it comes down to though, is the belief and the sharing of energy and using that to make things happen. Traditionally, sex magic can be used as an offering for deity worship, to attain knowledge, to be initiated into a tradition, to raise energy for workings, to empower sexual fluids for magical uses,” I wrinkle my nose at that, “to conceive, to empower a sigil, for healing, for protection, for a lot of things. That last part is the part that interests us.”
“Actually, all of that,” I wave my hand around, “interests me.”
Especially the conceiving part, but there’s no point mentioning it since she can hear my thoughts anyway.
“I take it you’ve heard of blood play,” she goes on.
“Yeah,” I say uneasily, thinking back to the pair of handcuffs under the bed that Rebecca gave us. There’s kinky and then there’s…blood play.
“With blood play, you take sex magic to the next level. Blood creates a bond. It binds you. Deeper than anything else. Combined with sex, it’s unbreakable. I take it that you and Dex have been tested for absolutely everything?”
“Yeah…” I’m not sure if I’m going to like where this is going.
“You’re going to need that bond, Perry. And you’re going to need to invite him in.”
“You said this wasn’t sexual.”
Though we have just been talking about sex magic.
“This is about a physical and spiritual act of possession. You need to invite Dex inside you, through sex, through the blood bonds, so that you carry part of him. That is how he’s going to be able to protect you from Samantha, from the demon, from everything.”
I shake my head, unable to wrap my brain around any of this. “Like…forever?”
“Not forever,” she says. “The bond is forever. The possession can be temporary.”
“Then what happens after? Won’t she come back for me?”
“You’ll have bought yourself enough time to get stronger, and if she knows that she can’t get you easily anymore, she won’t come after you. You’re special Perry, but there are others out there who have the same energies.”
“Like you,” I point out.
“Maybe,” she says. “But she wouldn’t dare.”
I tilt my head as I examine her. She looks like the perfect blonde, from her light tan, to her green eyes, warm smile, nice clothes. “You’re a witch too, aren’t you?” I say. “You’re Glinda.”
She watches me for a moment, her eyes sparkling.
“I try,” she eventually says. “Now, back to the blood play.”