Spell Cat by Tara Lain Page 0,54
there still witches who do spells and incantations and stuff?” The girl who asked was one of the front-row dwellers, redheaded, big breasted, and pretty.
“Yes, of course there are, Miss Kristie.”
“Do they make stuff happen with the spells? Like, do people fall in love and stuff?”
Pretty close to home. “Things that are repeated with belief and conviction have power. You know how yogis chant mantras that are said to be able to silence the mind and create powerful states of consciousness?”
She shrugged. “Kind of.”
He smiled. “Take my word for it. Spells and incantations may have that same power when used by the right person.” He didn’t say the person better be a witch.
“Excuse me, Professor.”
Killian smiled. Jimmy had taken time off from learning spells and incantations to come to class. “Yes, Mr. Janx?”
“Sir, how much of the witch hysteria was really disguised prejudice against the victims?”
Poor kid. Jimmy must have been talking to his parents about his childhood.
“A great deal, we think. You’ve heard me mention the Malleus Maleficarum? The Hammer of Witches?”
Jimmy nodded.
“Remember, it was published by the Catholic church in 1487 and was used in the identification and prosecution of witches. Many claim it is pure misogyny, beginning with the proposition that most witches are female.” Several students laughed. “Yes, it sounds funny, but sadly it wasn’t. It’s to this book that such ideas as attempting to drown the woman to determine her nature are attributed. If she floated, she was a witch, because she must be using her powers to remain afloat. If she drowned…. Oops, she must have been pure. Generally, the accusation of witchcraft was made against women who acted outside the norm of required gender roles. If they were too outspoken, too unorthodox, they were killed. Sadly, this often meant the smartest and most unique women of their villages were destroyed. Few societies deal well with people who are different. Burning them at the stake was a pretty extreme response.”
“Thank you, sir.”
He nodded at Jimmy and looked at his watch. “You know your assignment for next class. See you all then.” He turned and started gathering his laptop and notes. He needed to make those phone calls.
“Merwaowr.”
Oh yeah, he knew what that meant. He turned to find Blaine standing inside the classroom door as students filed out. His hands twitched to touch him.
Blaine walked over until they were face-to-face. He smiled. Killian’s heart smiled back. Blaine touched his cheek in that Blaine way. “Hi.”
“Hi.”
“Wanted to see you.”
“Yes.”
“Need to touch you.” His fingers traced a line of tingling heat down Killian’s neck.
“Oh yes.”
Blaine sighed. “But I have another class in half an hour, so we’ll have to save serious touching until later.”
Killian’s cock throbbed. “No, now.”
“Where?”
“I brought the car.”
“Really, you have a car?”
“Yes. Follow me.”
In one big leap, Aloysius landed on Blaine’s shoulder. “Whoa.” He laughed. “Hi, fella.” He reached up to hold the cat in place. As if the feline couldn’t stay on a moving F-35 if he wanted to.
Killian led the way out of the history building to the side parking lot in the back, where he always put the electric sports car. It was the least-used space at the college so the most protection for his vehicular baby. Body on fire. Couldn’t get to the car fast enough.
As they approached the sleek little vehicle tucked into a saved space in the far back of the lot, Blaine stopped. “Holy shit. You’re kidding me. I thought you were poor.”
“It’s my one indulgence.”
“Jesus. Indulge me, baby.”
Killian unlocked. “Get in.”
Blaine walked around to the other side and looked in. “Uh, Killian, it’s pretty small in here.”
“There’s room.” Maybe not for his erection. “Get in.”
“Where’s Al going to fit?”
“There’s a little space in the back. He likes it back there. Or at least he will if you’re in the car.”
Blaine crawled in his side of the car and deposited Al in the small storage space behind the passenger seat. Killian sat in the driver’s seat and closed the door, shutting the world out. Fortunately it wasn’t too warm today, so they didn’t need the air. Good. Less obvious that way if somebody noticed the car.
Killian unfastened his belt and began to work on his zipper.
Blaine watched. “You really think this is possible?”
“It has to be, or I’ll implode. The console’s pretty small. Just get your cock out and let me sit on it.”
“Since you put it that way.” He unfastened his jeans and pulled them down to his knees, taking his boxer briefs with them. His