Page 24 of Magic Unrestrained

They turned to face Madame Vesper, who was now watching them with a twisted smile, her eyes glowing with dark amusement.

“You think you can stop me?” Vesper sneered, her voice dripping with malice. “You’re nothing compared to the power I’ve summoned.”

Savannah’s heart raced, but she didn’t waver. “We’re not trying to stop you, Vesper,” she said, her voice steady. “We’re going to end you.”

With a surge of energy, she reached deep inside herself, pulling on her fae magic, letting it flow through her like a river. Her wings unfurled from her back, shimmering with a soft, ethereal light, and the air around her crackled with power.

Beside her, Gage did the same, his body rippling with the dark energy of his demon half, his wolf instincts sharpening his focus. His eyes glowed with a fierce red light, but this time, there was no hesitation, no fear. He had embraced who he was—all of it.

Together, they moved as one.

Savannah summoned the water from the pipes, twisting it into a torrent that surged toward Vesper, but this time, it wasn’t just water. It was infused with her fae magic, glowing with a radiant light that cut through the darkness like a blade. Gage followed her lead, unleashing a wave of dark energy that crashed into Vesper with the force of a hurricane.

Vesper screamed, her body writhing as the combined force of their magic and power tore through her, disrupting the ritual and breaking the flow of dark energy that had been feeding into the city.

But it wasn’t enough. Vesper was still standing, her eyes burning with rage as she fought to regain control.

And then, in a moment of sheer panic, Savannah saw it—a figure darting through the shadows, moving toward the center of the room.

Grungle.

The Sewer King grinned as he darted past the demons, his beady eyes gleaming with mischief. With a flourish, he pulled a small wooden stake from his tattered coat and slammed it into Madame Vesper’s chest—straight through to her heart, cackling as he did so.

The floor beneath them shook, the ground rumbling as the tunnels that ran beneath the city began to collapse. The darkenergy that had been flowing through the underground system was cut off, the power was severed at its source. Vesper’s scream echoed through the room as the ritual was broken, her body convulsing as she went up in flames and then fell to the floor in a pile of smoldering ash.

Savannah and Gage stood side by side, their breaths coming in ragged gasps as they watched the powerful vampire queen die, her body, spirit, and power shattered and destroyed once and for all.

It was over.

For a moment, the room was silent; the only sound was the distant rumble of collapsing tunnels. Savannah’s heart pounded in her chest as she turned to Gage, her eyes meeting his.

They had done it.

But as the reality of what had just happened settled over them, Savannah felt a wave of emotion crash over her. She had embraced her fae magic, had let go of the fear that had held her back for so long. And Gage—he had accepted both sides of himself, the darkness and the light.

But what now?

She stepped closer to him, her hand reaching for his. “We did it,” she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion as she started to collapse, but she didn’t hit the ground, not as she had so many times before after using all of her strength and magic to fight—this time, Gage’s arms wrapped around her as he swept her off her feet.

Gage’s gaze softened as he looked down at her, his eyes filled with something she couldn’t quite place—something raw and vulnerable.

“We did,” he murmured, his voice rough.

The late evening air was thick with the scent of victory and the lingering traces of their fierce battle against Vesper and her minions. Gage refused to put her down and began to carry her back to his loft as she checked in with those who had fought with them to keep New Orleans safe. After ensuring everything was under control and her family was safe, Gage and Savannah, their hearts pounding with adrenaline and desire, found solace in the familiar surroundings of Gage's loft. The spacious room, bathed in the soft glow of the light cast from a rising moon streaming through the large windows, became their private sanctuary.

Gage's dark eyes smoldered with unspent passion as he pushed Savannah towards the bedroom, swatting her backside several times with more than playful intent. Her pale blue hair shimmered under the moonlight, framing her flushed face. The battle had left her with a wild gleam in her eyes, a reflection of her untamed spirit. Savannah's curvaceous body moved with grace as she removed her clothes, tossing them back over her head at him. Her hips swayed provocatively, a silent invitation that she knew Gage couldn't resist.

Savannah and Gage, both weary from the fight but fueled by a burning desire, fell onto the bed, their bodies entangled in a heated embrace. His hands roamed over her curves, his touch both possessive and adoring. He traced the lines of her waist, her hips, and the swell of her breasts, claiming every inch of her as his own.

"You're so fucking beautiful, Savannah," he growled, his voice hoarse with need. "I can't get enough of you."

Savannah purred, her breath coming in short gasps as her fingers deftly unbuttoned her shirt, revealing her luscious curves. "I'm all yours, Gage," she whispered, her voice laced with desire. "Take me however you want."

He wasted no time in accepting her offer. With a swift motion, he ripped off his own clothes, tossing them across the room, and feasted his eyes on her naked form. Her breasts, full and heavy, rose and fell with her rapid breaths. Gage lowered his head, capturing a taut nipple between his lips, sucking and teasing it until Savannah arched off the bed, her back bowing with pleasure.

"Fuck, yes," she moaned, her hands threading through his dark hair, urging him on. "Suck me, Gage. Make me yours."

He obliged, lavishing attention on her sensitive peaks, alternating between gentle licks and firm suckles, driving her wild with need. His hands traveled down her body, tracing the curve of her waist, and then lower. With deft fingers, he revealed her wetness.

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