Page 28 of The Cauldronball Run
"Copy that, I've got triage."Farrah grabbed the medical kit, wincing slightly as she climbed out.Walking was interesting.She could feel J.J.'s satisfaction through the bond and wanted to flip him off.
Shimmer paced beside the road, leaving a trail of sparkles and tears."She's stuck.The door won't open and what if she's dying and—"
"Hey, breathe," Farrah said, falling into paramedic mode."I'm Farrah.We're going to help."
Through the passenger window, she could see Glimmer was woozy and holding her shoulder.It looked like it might be dislocated, and she probably had a mild concussion from the way she was blinking.
"Can you get the door open?"she asked J.J.
He was already assessing the damage."I’ll try."
Without thinking, Farrah placed her hands on his shoulders and pushed magic through their bond.The spell was strong, wild, and tinged with the sexual energy still thrumming between them.J.J.'s muscles expanded slightly, his eyes flashing brighter green.
"Fuck," he breathed."That's—"
"Later," she said, though she filed away the reaction for future experimentation.Sex magic is apparently a thing now.
J.J.peeled the door open like a sardine can, controlling his enhanced strength perfectly.They worked in sync—him extracting, her assessing, moving like they'd been partners for years instead of days.
"Dislocated shoulder," Farrah confirmed, then let healing magic flow through her hands.The joint slipped back into place with an audible pop.
"Ouch," Glimmer gasped."Are you a witch?"
"Paramedic," Farrah said automatically, then caught J.J.'s amused look."Who happens to be a witch.It's complicated."
At least the fairies wouldn’t complain that she was healing them with magic.
As she finished up, Shimmer approached with tears streaming."The car's totaled.We're out of the race."
"I'm sorry," Farrah said.
“At least we’re still okay.” Glimmer hugged her partner with her fixed arm.
"You guys get going now.You don’t want to lose the race because of us," Shimmer said, sniffing away her tears.
“Only if you’re sure if you’re all right,” J.J.said.
“We are. Go,” Glimmer said, shooing them. “We’ll be cheering for you back in New York.”
When they returned to the ambulance, Farrah settled into the driver's seat with a barely suppressed whimper.J.J.noticed—of course he did.
"Need me to drive?"
"I'm fine."She pulled back onto the highway, pushing their speed up to ninety."Just marked.Thoroughly.As you intended."
"Good," he rumbled, and the satisfaction in his voice made her shiver.
The radio chattered with updates.They were making good time despite the stop, only three teams ahead of them now.The Utah state line was coming up fast, and then Nevada, and then—
"Farrah?"J.J.'s voice had gone serious.
"Yeah?"
"When we get to New York, when this is over..."He paused, and she felt his uncertainty through their bond."Did you mean what you said?About completing the bond?"
She thought about the way he'd claimed her, the way his ridged cock had reshaped her pussy to fit only him, the way his tusks had marked her throat for everyone to see.The way he'd announced to every supernatural criminal in the race that she was his mate.
"Every word," she said firmly."You're stuck with me now, orc."
