Page 20 of Curses and Casualties
“Oh god. Yes,” she moans, her hands clutching tightly at my shoulders as I begin to move. Her hips meet mine with equal urgency, the rhythm of our bodies in perfect sync.
The books on the shelves tremble and shift as I continue to drive my cock into Georgia’s wet heat, my hips slamming against hers with an intensity that seems to shake the very foundation of the library, our bodies become slick with sweat. She moans with every powerful thrust, her pussy gripping me tightly as if it never wants to let go. The sound of our flesh slapping together echoes through the room, mixing with the soft grunts of pleasure that escape my lips. I can feel her muscles tensing around me,feelhow close she is to reaching her peak.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” I growl, my voice low and husky. My mind lost to everything that is her, this bond, and what it does to us every time we join.
“Harder, Ryan.” Georgia’s breath comes in short gasps as she clings to me, her fingernails digging into my back as I give her what she wants. The sensation of her nails raking across my skin only heightens our pleasure, and I’m about to lose my mind.
“Ryan! Oh god!”
“Georgia.” I chant her name as the room comes even more alive around us. The books on the shelves tremble and shake, asif we’re creating a vortex of desire that’s pulling everything into its orbit. With each thrust, the energy between us builds and builds. The light of our bond is its own living thing, growing out of control until it feels like we’re on the verge of exploding.
“Fuck!” Finally, with a guttural cry, I lose all control and come harder than I ever have before. My cock pulses inside her, filling her up with my hot come as she cries out in ecstasy.
“Ryyyyyaaaannnn!”
Suddenly, with a loud crash, books begin flying off the shelves all around us. It’s as if our climax has triggered some kind of supernatural event, causing the very air around us to crackle with electricity.
“Holy shit,” I gasp, holding tight to Georgia as the library rains down around us.
“What is going on?” Georgia, pants, her eyes wide as she looks around at the chaos we’ve unwittingly unleashed. I attempt to shield her from the bedlam until the room gradually settles, the last few books thumping onto the floor, creating a small cloud of dust around us. “Did we do that?”
“I think so. Something about our bond and the magic in these books must have interacted.” I lower Georgia to her feet, brushing off dust from her shoulders while scanning the room.
“I’ve heard of earth-shattering orgasms,” Georgia says while we put our clothes to rights. “But library exploding ones are new.”
Good marking,Kane rumbles with satisfaction.Now all will know this is our territory.
I snort at Kane’s comment, then Georgia bursts into giggles, and I can’t help but laugh along with her. “Guess this answers the question about whether our glowing is part of our growing powers.”
“I know. But, oh god, Ryan. What are we going to tell Amara? ‘Sorry we destroyed your secret library. We just couldn’t keep our hands off each other’?”
I grin, pulling her close for a quick kiss. “I’m sure she’ll understand. After all, we’re just following her advice to strengthen our bond.”
We start picking up books, still chuckling. As we work, I pause, listening carefully for any sounds of alarm from the hallway. But the Crossroads remains quiet—either the room is soundproofed, or the building itself chose to contain our magical mishap.
“You know,” Georgia says, struggling to return a book to a high shelf, “for two people who’re supposed to be on the run, we’re not very subtle.”
I lift her easily, allowing her to return the wayward tome. “Subtle? No. Effective? Absolutely.”
As we place the last few books back on the shelves, I spot a large, ornate volume lying open on the floor. Unlike the others, this one glows with a soft silver light, and the pages seem to turn as if an invisible hand is flipping through them. The book radiates a power that makes even Kane sit up and take notice.
“Georgia, look at this,” I say, my voice hushed with awe. “It’s the story of the moon goddess and the wolf.”
“That’s thick for a fairytale,” she says, crossing the room to join me.
“It’s not the children’s story,” I say, noticing how the silver light from the pages matches Georgia’s glow perfectly. “This is more of a textbook. An extensive history of the origins of magic.” The book seems to pulse with recognition as Georgia approaches, its glow intensifying.
Her eyes widen as she kneels on the floor beside me, running her fingers gently over the wafer-thin pages. “This is incredible, Ryan. Do you think we should read it?”
I nod, settling down on the floor and pulling her into my lap. “I think we’re meant to. Why else would it be the only book still glowing after our little... adventure? And look. It’s responding to you.”
Together, we begin to read, learning more than the stories have previously told us about the connection between the moon goddess, the first wolf, and the flow of magic through the earth. The book explains how their union created balance. Instead of the gods having a monopoly on all things magical, the power was shared, woven into the very fabric of nature and accessible to creatures of both divine and mortal origins. This union, it said, was the first Soul Bond, a sacred connection that promised strength and unity in a world teeming with chaos. But it wasn’t always peaceful. The book detailed centuries of conflict and power struggles that shaped the supernatural realm into what it is today.
As we turn each page, Georgia’s fingers trace the ancient script, and very quickly, we start to understand why our bond is so crucial. It’s not just about flipping a switch that will restore magic. It’s about recreating that original balance, with the Soul Bond bridging the gap between the mortal and supernatural worlds.
“Ryan,” she whispers. “Do you realize what this means? Our bond... It’s not an anomaly. It should have always been here. It even says that it’ll keep finding a way to manifest. That means the Arcane Council has suppressed iton purpose,and for so long that it’s become a thing of legend, almost forgotten by the modern world. I just…I don’t understand why they’d do this when they’re literally cutting off the supply of their own power.”
I pause, considering her words. “Like the generations of humans who didn’t consider the damage their industry would do the earth, perhaps the Arcane Council was too focused on theirimmediate control and forgot the true essence of their power stems from balance. Not dominance.”
