Page 75 of First Ritual

I panted, and as the vibrations of what just happened began to ebb, the realization of what just happened hit me too. Three words left my mouth.

“I just orgasmed.” Jerking my head, I peered at the other three. “I just—”

“It’s pretty clear what happened,” Corentin said drily.

I wasn’t ashamed of my sexuality by any means, but a different heat flooded my cheeks at the thought of what they’d witnessed.

“My queen,” Wild said. Blinking a few times first, he looked at me with total awareness. “I guess you come when I do that.”

Laughter racked my frame. “I guess so.” I gripped his shoulder for support. My legs still felt weak. I shook my head. “Thanks?”

He took a breath, and I heard the shake in it. “Thank you. That was fucking hot.”

“Agreed,” Sven called.

Wild clenched his jaw and pulled me up with him. “Let’s head to our place.”

In their company, I entered the exclusive grimoire section without difficulty. I’d expected a badass library inside. Maybe it did appear that way to someone who appreciated books.

Just seemed dusty as shit to me.

I followed the quad to the back of the grimoire section. In the alcove sat a square table. Black tomes filled the tall shelves that made up the walls of the alcove. Papers littered the table, some screwed into balls, and others in neat piles. I could almost see where Sven and Huxley sat.

Scratch marks marred one end of the table. Corentin headed there, of course. Wild took the remaining chair.

They looked at me, then seemed to realize four plus one equaled five.

I summoned a purple cushion from divination and plonked down in the corner. “So that was a new one.”

“How do you feel?” Huxley pressed.

“Are you kidding? I just had an orgasm to end orgasms. I feel great.”

“Not irritated?”

The direction of his thoughts hit me. Ahh. “Interesting. No, I’m not. You think that’s why I was—”

“Pissy,” supplied Sven.

Wild grabbed Huxley’s notebook. “My touch didn’t calm her, but my kiss did. From that, can we assume that our kiss yesterday triggered the rune’s appearance?”

I sat straighter. “It’s a rune?”

“Nordic. Yes.”

“What does it mean?” I asked.

Wild shrugged. “Corentin?”

“Gift,” the moody magus grunted, scratching at the table edge.

Gift. A smile played on my lips. Certainly was. The orgasm part anyway. Was it worth what seemed to be a permanent mark on my skin? I peered at the symbol again. “It hasn’t faded. I wonder if it will always do that.”

“Be an orgasm spot?” Sven grinned.

I snorted. “There should be some upside to this bullshit, right?”

“Test it,” Huxley ordered.