Page 35 of Witch Unbound
She pressed her fingers to my temple so hard they dug in.
“Ouch.” I glared at her.
She looked amused. “Seriously?”
“Just do whatever it is you—”
Knives sliced into my head. Fire erupted in my blood. Coherent thought shut down and a scream tore from my throat as agony claimed my body. Every synapse, every nerve ending blazed. I tried to jerk free of Ida’s grip, but her fingers were blades pressed into my brain, and every movement sliced and cut, tearing more screams from my raw throat.
Then the pain winked out.
Over.
Done.
I sagged, twisting to the side to lean against the counter. Crimson dripped onto light wood. The connections between me and the guys thrummed as the block I’d placed disintegrated. Thank God it had held through that.
I reached up to touch my nose and my hand came away bloody. I guess the cloth was gonna come in handy after all. I pressed the fabric to my face and glared up at Ida through tears.
“You did good,” Ida said. “Most people pass out.”
She stuck a cork in a vial that contained something black and writhing.
I stared at the live thing. “What is that?”
“Pain.” She held it up. “Pure, unadulterated pain. Pretty powerful.”
The thing inside looked like a fat slug. It morphed from solid to smoke and back again, sliding against the glass and twisting as if desperate to be free.
I wiped my eyes with the sleeves of my top.
“Now for the next bit,” she said.
“Ah, the enjoyable part.” I wiped at my nose again and then tilted my face up for her examination. “Did I get it all?”
She studied me for a long beat. “Yeah. You ready?”
“As I’ll ever be.”
She pressed the tips of her fingers to my temples again and I couldn’t help but flinch.
“It’s okay,” she said. “Relax.”
I exhaled and closed my eyes.
“Now I need you to summon a sexual memory.”
Shit, the last time I’d had penetrative sex was with Jasper many months ago. “Does it matter if it’s not penetrative sex?”
“Not as long as you climaxed. Ineedthat climax.”
This was gonna be weird, but whatever. I needed to get to the abyss, and I couldn’t do that unless I gave Ida what she wanted.
Tor came to mind. That delicious time in the bathroom with his cock sliding against me as I straddled him. God, it had been hot, and I’d been so wet. My body tightened at the memory, breath coming faster as his voice filled my head and sensory memory took over. The scent and feel of him beneath me filled my mind. I clung to that memory, riding it until my body was trembling and my clit throbbing.
“More,” Ida demanded.
My mind flipped to Leif’s mouth on my intimate place, his tongue lapping at my heat, then straight on to Rune and his cock pushing into me in our almost moment. My stomach flipped hard with desperate need. My thoughts finally skipped to Sloane’s fingers inside me, hitting my G-spot, thumb circling my clit until…
