Page 38 of Rejected Nanny Mate
“Shit,” Gwen hissed. “There's some residual magic there. Not a lot, but...”
“Whatever you're going to do, do it fast.” My teeth were gritted together, and I could barely get the words out.
“I'm trying. It's fighting me.”
“Fight back.”
She nodded, the crease between her brows deepening. The glow flared brighter, and my muscles tensed as the magic did battle inside of me.
“It's not working.” The frustration was evident in her voice. She pulled her hand back, and there was a look of intense consideration on her face, like she was fighting with some decision. Finally, she closed her eyes and exhaled, having decided whatever it was she was battling with. “Pull your legs up. I'm coming in there with you.”
Even through the pain, the shock took me off guard. “What—”
Gwen had been so focused on helping me, she hadn't even reacted to my nudity, but we were both all too aware of it as she stripped off her leggings and then her shirt, leaving her in just a set of lavender-colored bra and panties. My mouth went dry, but the pain inside me flared as I moved my legs, and she climbed into the water in front of me. I didn't know what to focus on—the jiggling of her tits, the way her long, bare legs slid against mine, or the agony I was experiencing. It was one of the most confusing experiences of my life.
With the better angle, Gwen leaned forward and put her hands on me again under the water. I saw the faint glow of her power, and this time, it was different. Before, her power had been like a soft, gentle rain, but now, it was a wild storm, crashing through me.
It was an effort not to arch my back and gasp as the magic flooded me, and my wolf stirred inside of me, growling in appreciation. Gwen was looking at the place where the wound had been, but the water was obscuring everything.
“You can see it, can't you?” I asked, trying not to get distracted by her proximity. “Whatever is causing the pain?”
“I can.”
“Is it getting any better?”
“Yes. It's still resisting, though. This magic is strong.”
“You're stronger.”
Her lips quirked. “I'm trying.”
“Can you make it come out?”
“Maybe.” She bit her lip. “If I can just pinpoint where it's rooted.”
“You can do it.”
“So confident in me.”
“I'm always confident in you.”
Her smile turned sad, and a wrinkle formed between her eyebrows. She was focusing so hard, I was amazed the water wasn't boiling.
Suddenly, the glow around her hands flared bright, and the stabbing feeling inside me suddenly exploded, and the water began to turn a strange, dark color.
“Gwen!”
“Almost. Got. It.” Her teeth were clenched, and her arms trembled, but the glow continued to grow. “A little. More.”
There was a strange, wet pop, and the stabbing sensation vanished, and the water became clear.
Gwen gasped and fell back against the other end of the tub, panting.
“Are you alright?” I reached out to touch her, and she shivered, her nipples peaking through her wet bra.
“Y-yeah. Yeah. I'm okay. Did it work?”
“It did.” There was no denying the awe in my voice.
