Page 110 of This Witch Is Not Wicked

She leaned back, lifting her pelvis and rubbing herself against my hand. I loved when she took control like this, when she used me in the exact way she needed.

“When’s our next client?” She gasped as I stuck a third finger inside her.

“Not the best dirty talk I’ve ever heard. I prefer things like: Yes, Nevan. Harder, Nevan. Faster, Nevan.”

“That’s a lot of Nevans—Ooh,” she moaned out as I circled faster around her clit.

“Oh my godwitches. How am I already going to come? You’re going to have to slow down. I’m going to . . .” She trailed off as her walls clenched around my fingers, and her body shattered.

Enid didn’t lose control very often. Others might have seen her as a temperamental person, but I knew how guarded she actually was, how close she held her true emotions. Which was why I loved knowing that I could see her come apart like this. See her lips parting, her chest heaving, eyes fluttering.

I loved it all.

I slipped my fingers from her, and she let out a long breath right as the door burst open. I whirled to see Cillian standing there, hands on his hips. “Do you two ever give it a rest? This is the fourth time I’ve walked in on you. You know, there is such a thing as bedrooms. Closed doors. Not having sex in public spaces.”

“The door was closed,” I said, annoyed that he’d interrupted. I’d planned to do more to her. We had no more patients today, so I had all the time in the world to ravish her body.

Enid hopped down from the counter. She and Cillian had made a fragile truce, and I hoped I could convince her soon that it would be safe to tell my family the truth about her identity, but she wasn’t quite there yet.

I grabbed a wet rag, wiping my fingers. “To what do we owe this pleasure?”

Cillian swallowed. “It’s not great news.” His gaze flicked to Enid, and instinctively, I pulled her into me.

“What is it?” she asked.

Cillian shoved a hand through his hair. “People from a nearby town, if I had to guess. A lot of them. With torches and weapons. They’re shouting for you to come out.”

Her brows furrowed, and the hairs on the back of my neck raised. “Come out from where?”

“Where they saw you and Nevan enter a week ago. One minute you were there, and the next, you were gone. I have spies who overheard them talking. Which means they know there’s something hiding in your bog, some kind of magic that made you disappear. They probably don’t know what yet, but if they keep searching, they’re bound to find out about Fairwitch Isle.”

Enid and I looked at each other, and I knew immediately when they’d seen us. After I’d gotten stuck in that mud pit and carried Enid back to the city.

“They’ve been watching me for a while,” she said. “I should’ve said something.”

I put a hand on her shoulder. “This isn’t your fault.”

Cillian shoved a hand through his hair. “We’re thinking through our options right now, but none of them are ideal, and Wolfe suggested I come and talk to you both.” Cillian spread out his arms. “So here I am. Talking.”

“Where are they right now?” Enid asked, her body tensing in my arms.

“They’re wandering your bog. The plants are helping a bit, scaring them off, but they’re determined to find you, and there are a lot of them.”

My heart pounded in my chest. I’d read enough history books to know that while the godwitches couldn’t be killed, demi-godwitches could. Sometimes mortals would kidnap them, torture them just to prove a point.

These mortals might not know Enid was a demi-godwitch, but if they saw her passing through some invisible barrier, then they knew she had magic. They could torture her. Give her up to their king. I swallowed thickly. Give her up to the brotherhood. Or they could simply kill her. None of those were acceptable outcomes.

“Can we fight them?” I asked.

Cillian spread out his arms. “You want me to make an army appear from behind an invisible barrier? Yes, we can fight them, but that will most certainly lead to more questions about where this army came from. It’ll lead to rumors, suspicions.”

“They want me,” Enid said. “So they can have me. I’ll go and they’ll leave you alone.”

“Absolutely not.” I cut her a glare.

Her gaze softened. “What other options are there?”

I gestured to my brother. “That’s why he’s here. Why we have a council. To come up with solutions. You giving yourself up is not a solution, Enid.” I would tie her to my bed if that was what it took to keep her from doing something stupid.