Page 108 of First Ritual
I’d expected to orgasm as easily as the other day, a single touch.
I felt nothing. When I pressed, it was like my clitoris was on the other side of a glass wall.
Horror filled me. This had to be magic at play. Horrible, cruel magic. “Fucking ritual,” I hissed.
What the hell was I meant to do now? I paced. When the bathroom walls started closing in, I ripped the door open to pace in the bedroom.
“This is not happening,” I told myself.
My body was throbbing. Burning up. Nope. I had to get Wild. This was getting painful. Throwing the loosest and softest dress I owned overhead, I then ripped open the door and walked directly into a body.
A male body.
“Bronte, sorry.” Bedwyr laughed and rubbed his chest.
“Bedwyr, can I help you?” I gasped, fidgeting on the spot.
He gripped my shoulders. “Are you all right?”
I bit back a breathy moan. “I will be. Spell gone wrong. I need…” I need Wild seemed the wrong thing to say to Bedwyr.
“Can I help?”
My gaze riveted to his lips. They were slightly moist. Not too much, and not dry. Very kissable. Bedwyr’s body was more on the large-muscled side of what I preferred but I’d always been attracted to him. Could he help? I had no clue where Wild was, and the thought of even walking to the end of the tunnel in this condition to look for him was overwhelming. Fuck!
“Look. I did something,” I said to Bedwyr. “Tried a charm. I have no idea why, but I’m burning up.”
“I’ll take you to the medic wing,” he replied, grabbing my arm.
I yelped at the contact.
“Shit. That hurt?”
“My skin is so sensitive,” I moaned, plucking the dress off my body.
Bedwyr’s focus dropped to my chest. Mine dropped, too, but my straining nipples were the least of my worries.
I was scared. This was fucking intense, and not in a good way.
“You’re burning up,” he echoed, then gaped at me. “You’re in need?”
Am I ever? “Please help.”
Bedwyr looked both ways down the empty hall. “Should I take you to an esteemed?”
“No.” I wasn’t going anywhere. “Will you help me?”
His eyes were wide. “I mean, of course. Fuck yes. I just feel as though I’d be taking advantage—”
“You’re not.” I cut him off and grabbed his hand, fully intent on dragging him into my room to have my way with him for as long as necessary.
I shoved Bedwyr onto my bed and gripped the bottom hem of my dress.
“What’s going on here?” The menacing voice filled the chamber.
Tears stung my eyes. Wild. I would’ve run into his arms if my legs were fully operational.
Bedwyr sat up, blurting, “Bronte asked for my help. She tried a charm that went wrong. She’s—”