Page 22 of Shattered Veil
My brow furrows.“That’s... intriguing. How would it work?”
Brigid steps closer, her voice dropping to a whisper.“It involves channeling my shadow magic through a complex series of spells. The ritual is meant to purify the caster, stripping away mortal limitations.”
My cock throbs as her breath ghosts across my neck. I try to think rationally.“It sounds dangerous, Brigid. We don’t know the consequences of a ritual like that.”
Her hand brushes my arm, sending heat straight down.“I know it’s probably risky,” she says, her fingers trailing up to my shoulder.“But I need your help, Tiernan. Your grove—we could do the ritual there.”
I swallow hard, fighting the urge to pull her flush against me. I’m not even supposed to be talking to her.“And what exactly would this ritual entail?”
Brigid’s cheeks go red.“It requires a deep connection to primal energy and… a pure, clean state.”
“Meaning?” I arch a brow.
“I think I have to be naked,” she mumbles.
Suddenly, this ritual just got a lot more appealing. I take a deep breath and exhale.“Fine. Let’s go quickly, before I change my mind.” And before Callen or Lochan can spot us. If they see me breaking our pact to avoid Brigid, I’ll never hear the end of it.
We make our way to the grove in silence, the anticipation of what we’re about to do preoccupying us both. I can’t help but sneak glances at her curvy ass swaying in those leggings. As if she senses my stare, she glances over her shoulder and blushes again before busying herself with gathering the frost-kissed berries and herbs needed for the ritual.
In the center of the grove, a mossy circle lies in the middle. I watch as Brigid undresses, my cock straining against my trousers.
She hesitates, her fingers nervously fidgeting with the hemline of her shirt. I can feel the apprehension emanating from her—she expects me to look away, to maintain my usual restraint. She’s only familiar with that side of me. She doesn’t know the other side yet, the part that will not be denied the pleasure of admiring her body.
Slowly, she peels off her shirt, revealing the creamy skin of her heavy breasts, and rosy nipples that harden as the chilly breeze caresses them. She shivers, crossing her arms protectively over her chest. I force myself to look away, focusing on the preparations for the ritual.
But my gaze keeps drifting back to her, unable to resist the pull of her naked form. She catches me staring again and averts her eyes, a faint blush coloring her cheeks. My length hardens in response, demanding to be released from the confines of my trousers.
As the ritual begins, I note Brigid’s deepening blush as she sits naked before me, her breasts and pink nipples fully exposed, her pussy bared to me while I remain clothed. Her eyes dart nervously, avoiding my gaze as I begin the incantation.
“Shadows part, veil lift,” I intone, my voice resonant.“By blood and breath, we seek the rift.”
Brigid’s fingers tremble as she traces the glyphs on the ground.“Chaos stirs, order bends. Light and dark, their borders rend.”
A dense, highly charged energy permeates the air. I crush the sweet red berries called for in the ritual, their juice staining my fingers crimson. Brigid’s breath hitches as I reach out, anointing her hardened nipples with the sticky extract. Her back arches involuntarily as I move lower to anoint her mound,
The energy builds, the atmosphere thickening with every second. Brigid’s eyes flutter closed as she channels her shadow magic, her body trembling with the effort. Dark swirls of power coil around her legs and arms, pulsing and gliding over her pale skin.
I struggle to focus on the incantation, distracted by the erotic sight before me. Brigid’s nipples are taut peaks, glistening with the juice of the berries. A bead of red liquid trails down the curve of her breast. I have to stop myself from leaning down to lick it off.
“Shadows dance, chaos reigns,” Brigid chants, her voice husky.“Open wide the hidden veins.”
A swirling vortex forms above us, dark fingers of ink-black mist reaching out. Brigid gasps, her back arching as the magic courses through her.“I can feel it,” she moans.“The rift, it’s opening!”
But then, just as quickly as it formed, the vortex collapses. A gust of wind whips through, scattering leaves.
A sharp crack echoes through the grove as a branch snaps overhead. I lunge forward, shielding Brigid with my body as it crashes down beside us. The leftover energy from the ritual dissipates in a rush of wind, leaving us panting and shaken.
“No,” Brigid whispers, her voice breaking.“It didn’t work.”
I pull back slightly, keeping my arms around her trembling form. Her skin is flushed and clammy against mine, our skin meeting where my shirt is partially open. My heart thuds.
“It’s okay.” I run a soothing hand down her back.“We’ll find another way.”
Brigid looks up at me, her gray eyes glistening with unshed tears.“I thought... I really thought this would work.
“I know.” I cup her face gently.
I gaze down at Brigid. Her breasts press against me, nipples still stained crimson and pebbled from the chill air. Our faces are mere inches apart, breaths mingling in visible puffs.
