Page 53 of Magic and Medicine

‘No, my Wolfie, I want to ride you,’ she said, sliding over my body and straddling my hips. I was more than eager to oblige. The head breached her entrance, and I hissed when the pain of my strained muscles mixed with pleasure. Sara was tight, so tight I could barely breathe. It felt impossibly good to feel her taking me with the bliss blossoming on her face. I grasped her hips, pulling her down slowly onto my hard cock until she moaned, then thrusting upwards, driving my shaft up to the hilt. Sara gasped at the intense pleasure, leaning forward until her nipples trailed over my chest.

‘You feel so good,’ she breathed, and I started moving.

Nothing else mattered but the tightness of her body that wrapped around me like a sleeve, sending me into a frenzy. Whether she intended to ride me or not, we both thrust our hips, seeking ecstasy together, the wildness of our passion echoing around the room. Even as control slipped my grasp, I fought to hold back, wanting to feel Sara’s climax before my own, but when I saw her pupils widen, head falling back as her scream of delight signalled the pulsing of her bliss, I roared at my own release, ecstasy wiping away thought.

The sounds of our passion could have woken the dead, but I didn’t care. Sex with Sara was overwhelming. My body convulsed as I came, her own spasms prolonging my ecstasy. She fell onto my chest with my cock still inside her, and I stroked her back, marvelling at the happiness I felt.

‘Take me to Gedania. Just like Veronica advised. I want to see it, and I want to help you. I’m not a pawn to protect, and I’m done with being afraid.’ She said, and instinctively, I embraced her harder.

‘No, Gedania is not a place for you. Especially being as magically gifted as you are. As for helping me, you are already doing more than I dreamed possible. You saved my shifters. I couldn’t have done it without you.’ I said, wondering what prompted her requests.

‘That’s not enough. I want to find the men who shot the wolves and their arsehole of a leader. I have an idea and resources you may not have. I know you think I’m weak, that I’m just a human with passive magic, ready to be exploited, so I understand, but before you say no again, please hear me out.’

The perils of loving an intelligent, passionate woman always appear at the most unusual moments, like now, with Sara wanting to discuss her plans with my cock still buried deep inside her.

‘Can’t it wait a bit? I’m not sure my brain is working right now.’ I said, trying to delay the inevitable, but Sara laughed.

‘I have you pinned down. There is no better moment than now. You met my friends. What impression did they give you?’

‘Who? Nina and those men, the paramedics?’

‘Yes, Nina, Rysiek and Damian. I’m asking because if you can trust me, the four of us have a network wide enough to catch anything abnormal happening in Gdansk. If you give me free rein, I promise to catch those trigger-happy Russians for you.’

‘Sara, this really isn’t the time….’

‘It is the time. Before we met, I was something more than…a helpless princess waiting to be rescued. I used to lead people. I’m not stupid or defenceless and definitely not a damsel in distress. I want to help, so I will, and I’ll prove to you, to everyone, that I’m not just the Forest Lord’s pet. Please, don’t make me beg.’

Why Sara thought anyone saw her as helpless was beyond me, but I suspected her outburst was connected to yesterday’s sadness, and, stripped of choice, I answered, my fingers stroking her cheek.

‘You don’t need to prove anything, Sara, but I understand. I’m just worried everyone will see how little I deserve you and steal you away.’ I made light of my concerns, but her radiant smile washed away my worries. Seeing Sara so happy made me want to do anything to keep her smiling. The downside was her jumping off my hips, leaving us both messy from the aftermath of our enthusiastic morning, then giggling as she ran to the bathroom for a shower that included several reminders of eighties pop music.

I waited my turn to get clean, knowing what would happen if I didn’t, and by the time I’d finished, joining her in the kitchen, Sara was prowling the room on the phone, coffee in hand.

‘I hate doing it, but I’ll call in sick at work, Nina and the boys, too.’ Turning to me, Sara covered the mouthpiece of the phone, asking. ‘Can I use the facility from yesterday, or will we have to squeeze in here?’

‘You can use the clinic. Sara? What are you planning?’ I asked, but she was already back on the phone.

‘Yes, the clinic is good. Tell the others we’ll meet there, and I’ll bring Jarek to prove our story. No, it’s fine.’ She said, grabbing the sweet roll Michal left for her.

‘Sara?’ This time, my voice carried a warning. I loved seeing her happy again, but her enthusiasm for engaging humans in my affairs worried me.

‘Trust me, love. I know what I’m doing. Just give me a lift, please?’ She said, kissing my cheek, and I closed my eyes, inhaling slowly.

‘I have a better idea. I’ll help, and if things don’t go as planned, I can always make whoever you bring to the table forget that they ever learned about the elder races.’

Sara frowned, not liking this, and for a moment, I thought she would argue, but instead, she smiled and nodded.

‘I guess that’s reasonable, and it’s a suitable solution as long as it doesn’t hurt or damage their minds. I promise it will work, though. I’m good at what I do and can be useful even without magic,’ she said before placing the cup in the sink and heading to her room.

‘I’ll be ready in five.’ She shouted, and I grabbed my favourite tea leaves for a drink. Sara’s attitude and the sudden need to prove herself, despite already being the best thing to happen to me in centuries, must have stemmed from yesterday. I had a feeling it would be a tough day, but if proving herself was going to keep her tears away, I was ready to bespell the entire population of Gdansk to forget once she was done with them.

Chapter twenty-eight

Last night was a revelation, mainly about my emotions and what I wanted for my future. So many things became clearer. The way he’d avoided me, how he asked me to stop him and reject his claim. He’d tried so hard to not tie me to him, and I was the one who pushed him over the edge. I knew Leszek loved me, but did he love me or my ability to return the lost pieces of his soul? Did he even know me? Did I let him know me?

These questions hurt because I realised I had fallen in love with him. Not the mighty Forest Lord or wealthy syndicate boss, but the man who brought me cinnamon rolls and cared enough to take the kid’s pain away to let me heal him. My strange, maimed god, who’d given away his powers to create a haven for the elder races, stayed behind to protect the ones too human to escape. My accidental criminal overload ruling over those augmented by magic, or rather letting them govern themselves, only insisting on their help to safeguard their own existence. Leszek was unique in many ways, but for me, he was the only one in the long stream of boyfriends to put my needs above his own, and I wanted us to have a fighting chance.

The month I’d been left to fend for myself, any free time had been taken up by learning about magic or, more often, the various races still living in, as they called it, the mortal realm. Michal and Jarek were my primary sources of information, but I met with Ilona, and Veronica had talked to me after her initial reticence. During this time, I also learned about the being that stood apart, protecting those left behind, the man I’d slowly come to understand, and with understanding came love.

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