Page 55 of Magic in the Woods
That didn’t make me feel any better.I turned around,scouring the shelves for the last jar. “He saved my life,” Dafni whispered so quietly, I almost missed it.
“Luke saved your life?”
She spun around, holding a dripping wooden spoon in her hand. She walked toward me, her eyes squinted and focused, like maybe she’d hit me on the side of the head with the spoon in her hands. Her freckles became more and more pronounced as she closed in. I had nowhere to go, my back to a shelf. Keeping the wooden spoon close to my ear, she reached around the other side of my head with her free hand, grabbing a small jar off the shelf behind me.
“Asafoetida,” she said before turning around and walking back to the bench, setting the jar down with the others. I let a breath out of my nose before I walked over to the bench, setting the two jars I’d collected on the tabletop.
“What a good helper you are, Gideon. It must feel good to do something useful for once.” Dafni’s hands didn’t stop moving as she spoke, now working two cauldrons, adding different ingredients to each.
Something didn’t sit right with me about Luke.The way she said she trusted him instead of me. There was something deep inside me that yelled—no, screamed at me to stake my claim.
Pressing my chest into her back, I put my mouth next to her ear, keeping my voice low. “What else can I help you with, kitten? I love to be of use.” I felt her breath catch for a moment, watched her mouth opening before closing again.Good.I was having the same effect on her she always had on me. “Maybe I could help you with this?” I put my hand over the top of hers as she stirred a cauldron, the warm steam from the liquid brushing our wrists. She had tiny freckles on her fingers too. How had I not noticed that before?
Dafni gripped the rounded handle of the spoon tighter,trying to shrink away from my touch. Something about the way she gripped the handle made my cock stir in my pants. Images in my head of her freckled fingers wrapped around me, pumping me slowly…
“Should I help you with that?” I gestured to the glass jar I’d collected, the red rosinweed. She’d already uncorked it and set it next to the cauldron.
“Sprinkle some in that cauldron,” Dafni said.
I picked up the jar, shaking it back and forth gently until a sprinkle of red powder floated down into the boiling cauldron nearest my hand.
“That’s enough,” she said, grabbing my wrist. Her breath caught after she realized she was touching me, wrapping her soft fingers around me. I pulled my pelvis away from her so she wouldn’t feel my cock twitch in my pants.
Dafni let go of my wrist quickly, grabbing a clean wooden spoon and stirring the red rosinweed into the boiling water. I let go of the hand I’d been helping stir, letting her work. She was a wonder in the potion room.
Both of her hands were busy stirring separate cauldrons, the movements of her arms making her shoulders rotate, which made her ass circle round and round. I hadn’t pulled myself far enough away to account for the way her hips would move when she stirred. We both stilled when I felt her ass press against the hard bulge in my pants.
“Kitten…” I groaned. The soft plush of her ass against the hardness in my pants made the tip of my cock weep, begging to be pushed through her cheeks, where I knew it would be warm and as wet as the potions she was stirring.
“Gideon, I…” Her legs squeezed together, moving back and forth as she flexed her feet in her boots, rubbing her skirt against me, making it ride up higher on her waist.
I slipped my hands beneath her skirt, placing them on herhips. “Steady, kitten.” Her hands stopped stirring the cauldrons in front of her. I hadn’t felt her take a breath against my chest since she’d felt me hard behind her. “Breathe, Dafni.” Using her name instead of the nickname I’d given her seemed to snap her out of whatever headspace she was in. She looked behind her shoulder at me, her green eyes wide, her mouth puckered open, her flushed rose lips making an O.
“What are you doing to me?” Dafni whispered, her eyes bouncing around my face.
“What do you mean, kitten?”
She looked down at my hands, hidden beneath her skirt. “I’ve never felt like this before.”
“Like what?”
“Like I can’t control my body. It’s like my body’s been taken over and my brain doesn’t even have a say in what it does.”
I bent over, bringing my face close to hers. I could feel her pants of hot breath against my cheek. “Doesn’t it feel good?”
She thought for a moment before looking back up at me. “Yes.”
“Then why don’t you let me keep making you feel good?”
One cauldron overflowed, the liquid hissing as it hit the flames of the burner.
“Dang it!”Dafni turned back to the workbench, stirring the cauldrons vigorously to quell the bubbles. It did nothing to appease my cock, her rocking hips causing a groan to leave my lips. “I have to keep stirring these, Gideon.”
Her hands were busy, her mind partially occupied.
“Let me help you, kitten.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
