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22: Wild Magic
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2024-10-29 19:42:56Sean
Ian’s boulder arrives early the next afternoon, and lacking instruction, I have it unloaded behind the new landscaping where the courtyard will be off the packhouse addition.
“What is this for, Ian?” I watch as he circles it, his arms over his chest, grinning like the cat that swallowed the canary.
Before he answers, I see his eyes glaze—he’s talking to someone briefly through the link. When they clear he answers, “You’ll see in a minute. Excellent work, by the way. You have no idea how much I appreciate it.”
A few moments later, I hear the tinkling of female laughter and it feels like the sun emerging from behind a cloud. When did I become this masochist, yearning for these moments of agony? I turn in time to see Darby tossing Tessa’
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Where Wild Things Roam 24: Help
Jack Jack? It’s Darby’s voice, soft and quiet, reluctant to disturb.I struggle out of the vestiges of sleep, glancing at the illuminated dial of the clock. 4AM. What is it, Luna? What’s wrong?Ian’s gone. He’s been gone for hours and doesn’t answer through the link.Shit. I’ll be right there.Extracting myself, careful not to wake either Anna or Lili, I throw on some clothes and pad out into the darkened hallway, heading for the alpha addition to the packhouse. Darby’s waiting for me outside the door.“Did he come to bed with you?” Of course he did. I can smell him on her—she smells strongly of sex. “Nevermind. Did Tessa go to bed with
Where Wild Things Roam 25: Blessings
Sean For as small as this town is, I have to hand it to the medical personnel and non-medical allied health staff in Candlewood. They take patient privacy and protected health information seriously. Not a peep, or a rumor or a whisper anywhere in town gets back to me about Ian and Darby visiting Dr. Myers for a fertility consultation. In fact, by the time I start wondering about Darby’s recurring atypical headaches and mood swings, and the subtle but potent change to her scent, then use Big SIS to hack into the hospital’s information system again, she’s been taking the medication for over two weeks.It’s an estrogen blocker Darby’s taking, a drug to stimulate ovulation. “I should have known,” I whisper to myself in my office. After Ian’s medical visit, it was only a matter of time.
Where Wild Things Roam 26: Assault
Ian I’m in between meetings when Darby drops by on her walk back from the homestead with Tessa.“Move another tree?” Tucking my mate onto my lap, I nuzzle her neck, slipping one hand between her thighs. Her pretty pink pussy is constantly damp and warmer even than usual from the medication, and it’s irresistible. I can’t keep my hands off her the instant she’s around. Not that that’s much different than before.“Yes, and I’m exhausted,” she grumbles. Darby’s head tips back, resting against my shoulder, exposing her throat to my ministrations and she moans, relaxing into my arms. “For the sake of honesty, I only stopped in to use you for your body.”“I’m okay with that,” I murmur with a smile. It&rs
Where Wild Things Roam 27: Disasters
Sean It takes the valley four days to stop burning, and by that time, nothing there is left alive.“Sweet Arianrhod,” I whisper, following Jack as we sort through the rubble of the cottage for anything salvageable or that Darby may want or need, but there’s nothing. The few pieces of intact stoneware we unearth from the kitchen pulverize to powder as soon as we try to move them. The stone knives splinter to razor shards. The supernatural fire was so hot even the glass is fused into brittle, glistening drips and puddles, the mortar between the cottage’s stones baked into choking dust.A few charred tree trunks twist skyward in pained supplication like the shriveled, blackened hands of the damned, all that remains of the once achingly beautiful orchard. Of the younger, smaller trees, only piles
Where Wild Things Roam 28: Secrets
Sean I don’t know how many times Ian addressed us before he finally physically pries Sandy and I apart. “Get. Your own. Room,” he says firmly, and I feel like a teenager making out with his girlfriend busted by a parent. “Seriously, Sean. Take her back to your rooms in the packhouse. Now.”Sandy drops to her feet gracefully as the wind. Grinning shyly with those wide, blue, adoring eyes, she bites her plump bottom lip in invitation and I almost ravage her right there in spite of Ian looming over us. Grabbing her hand, I pull her out the door with me, past a grinning Lili bouncing Thomas on a knee, and a taciturn Anna who waves knowingly as we hurry down the hall.“Dammit. I should buy a car.” I curse myself, Sandy trotting with quick steps to each of my long ones in my wake.
Where Wild Things Roam 29: Wronged
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Where Wild Things Roam 30: Baby
Anna “Are you alright?”It’s the first thing Sandy asks as she, Darby and Ian catch up to us after what seems like an eternity has passed, at least as far as pain is concerned. Of course I’m not alright, I’m having a baby and my guts are being pulled and pushed and squeezed in ways that aren’t remotely comfortable or fun, but I recognize she’s never had a baby before either and I wouldn’t ever say such a thing to anyone, least of all someone trying to see to my comfort and care.“We need to keep moving,” Jack answers, but at that point, even around the pain, I’ve figured it out too.“Something isn’t right. There should be longer between the contractions.” I bend at the waist as another spasm of pain tears thro
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Where Wild Things Roam 54: Postlude
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Where Wild Things Roam 53: Afterward
JackLili? Anna?We’re good here, lover. Anna took care of the vamps—did you know she can see when they port in?—and ten, maybe fifteen minutes ago, the zombies all evaporated in this reddish mist. The packhouse is brimming with people though. Townsend’s working his way around with first aid. What happened? Is it over?I think you could say that. Stooping, I pull a dazed and wobbly Leo to his feet. I’ll give you the details when we get home. “Fucking Christ!” Leo wipes a hand over his face, rubbing his eyes, and surveys the destruction of the plaza. “What the hell happened? We get hit with an intercontinental ballistic missile?”“Kinda.” Turning him towards the shallow depression where Darby still clings to Ian, Tessa sittin
Where Wild Things Roam 52: Shifting Tides
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Where Wild Things Roam 51: Rising Waters
Carson“Oh-ho-ho, yeah!” I chuckle-growl wickedly, stretching and looking from one hand to the other. Not that I needed to see it. I can definitely feel the power of a fae god pulsing inside me. There’ll be no wiping this smile off my face, that’s for sure. “Well, on to bigger things.”Reaching inside my leather duster, I draw out one of the iron cuff bracelets I’d used before on my lovely little princess. Nudging her father’s limp form with a toe, I roll him over and stooping, slip the iron cuff over his wrist, loving the sound of his weak groan. “You just wait right here, Dad, while I take care of your daughter.”I glance around the wrecked plaza as I make my way to the front steps of the hotel. The entire host—undead and were—have stopped what they’re doing and stare wide-eyed at me. Ex
Where Wild Things Roam 50: Invaders
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Where Wild Things Roam 47: Desperate Measures
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Where Wild Things Roam 46: The Call
Anna Jack’s arm tightens around me reflexively as I try to leave the bed. “Roll over, lover,” I whisper, pushing against him, and obliging even in his sleep, he does as he’s asked. His hand unconsciously seeks Lili as my replacement and he pulls her against him on the other side, allowing me to slip out. I kiss his temple, then hers.It doesn’t make any sense. I pad quietly to the French door that leads to the courtyard, ruminating. Then again, neither does what I’m about to do. I don’t know why, but it’s all I can think of since Ian’s funeral. Now that all the strangers have departed for their home territories, there’s time for me to pursue it.The bitter cold raises fierce gooseflesh over my entire body as I soon as I step outside and I shiver. Fighting th
