Page 57 of Magic in the Woods
Up, around, and down.
Up, around, and down.
Up, around, and down.
The tingle between my legs started to feel like a twisting sensation in my pelvis, something that wound tighter and tighter with every rub of his fingers.
“Take what you need, kitten. You’re doing so well,” Gideon murmured into my ear, my hips only moving faster, my body pressing down harder on his hand after hearing his words. He was enjoying this as much as I was.
I let myself go, letting myself fall victim to the sounds ofGideon’s breath against my ear, his hardness pressed into my backside, and the press of his fingers between my legs.
It feltgood.
It felt too good.
Felt so good I found myself letting go of the wooden spoons I’d been stirring the cauldrons with to grab on to Gideon’s face that was nestled between my shoulder and neck. I clawed at his jaw as his fingers moved in circles vigorously between my legs.
Don’t stop. Keep going.My back arched, Gideon’s hardness leaving the warm nest it’d been nestled in, my head leaning against his shoulder as I yelled at the ceiling things I’d only heard in the hallways of the Academy. The words rolled off my tongue like I’d used them daily.
“That’s it.” Gideon’s voice sounded muffled in my ear. “You feel like a fucking dream.”
My own labored breaths that met my ears were the only sign that it was over. My vision was still dotted with black dots, my body limp, held up by Gideon’s strong arms.His muscular arms.I’d fallen prey to him—again. My body stiffened at the thought.
“Easy,” Gideon murmured, one arm wrapped around my waist, holding me up, the other hand moving between cauldrons stirring haphazardly.
Both cauldrons still bubbled evenly, neither had boiled over. The healing potion I was making looked ordinary, bright neon bubbles popping on the surface. The other, the rage potion, was being mixed under the careful watch of Gideon’s hands, the green liquid steadily boiling. I breathed a sigh of relief. The potions were fine.
“I think I need to go lie down,” I whispered. My body was jelly. What had Gideon done to me?He’d somehow drained all my energy, making me weak. This had to be some sort of latent power he possessed as a male witch. There was no otherexplanation for the way my knees buckled and my eyes fluttered closed. Gideon wrapped his arms around my body, and I melted against his warm chest. Why did he feel so good? He turned around toward the door that led out into the hallway.
“My potions!” I tried to yell. My voice came out of my throat hoarsely. Had I been screaming?
“They were just for practice,” Gideon said.
I nodded the best I could, my chin hitting my chest as I forced my eyelids to open. What had he done to me that’d made me so tired?
His scent filled my nose as I let my cheek roll into his chest. “I’m going to bring you back to my room, kitten,” he whispered before picking me up, cradling me in his arms. He walked toward the door, kicking it open with his foot, still holding me with both of his arms. Cool air from the hall rushed into the hot potion room.
I shook my head back and forth, trying to clear my head. “Can I grab a book?” There was so much information in the potion room I was prohibited from reading as an inexperienced witch.
“Which one, kitten?” Gideon purred, his stubble tickling my cheek.
I lifted my finger and pointed to one I’d eyed when I was gathering ingredients. It was a spell book, for beginners.
Gideon pulled the book from the shelf, handing it to me before wrapping his arm around me once again. I couldn’t help but fold into him, curling myself around my new book in his arms. He was warm and safe for the time being. Like his fingers between my legs, it was something I’d never felt before.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Gideon
My fingers rubbed together,remembering the feeling ofher.The slippery velvet of the skin between her legs. The way she’d gasped my name as she’d clawed at my jaw, grabbing on to anything, trying to ground herself as I made her green eyes roll to the back of her skull.
When I’d carried her back to my dorm, her cheeks turned the sweetest shade of pink, her freckles shining golden against the hue of her skin. Her eyelashes fluttered against her cheeks as she’d tried to keep her eyes open. I’d worn her out.
She was in my room, lying next to me in my bed, sleeping off the exhaustion I’d caused her. Lying on my side, I watched her chest rise and fall with each of her breaths. She looked peaceful, the worry lines typically pinched between her eyebrows absent.
It was obvious she was inexperienced, the way she’d beenembarrassed when I dipped my fingers between her legs, bringing them to my lips wet with her arousal—the arousal she’d created just for me.
Her naivety had only intrigued me further. The witches at the Academy all talked, so they knew, or at least pretended to know, what happened during sex. Dafni didn’t know what to do with me and didn’t pretend like she did. She was mine to teach. I could help her explore her body, demonstrate the way I liked mine to be explored.
