Prospero felt her eyes widen. Her brain was not filling in what more there could be. “More?How?”
“Wider?” Ellie asked.
Prospero felt like she was filled right up to the edge of too much then.
“Or faster?”
The vibrations were suddenly so constant that it felt like one long hum, and Ellie’s fingers sped in time with them.
When her free hand pulled Prospero closer, the device expanded so that the outside was longer. Ellie shifted so the edge of the device nudged between Ellie’s tightly closed thighs. They both moaned then, the vibrations rippling between their bodies.
Ellie held her gaze. “I love you, Prospero.”
“Yes,” Prospero managed to say as she tumbled into another orgasm.This time, she took her hands from Ellie’s shoulder. She reached down and gripped Ellie’s hips as the vibrations from the magical device pushed Ellie toward her own release.
They were both breathing loudly, and Prospero whispered a silent thank-you to whatever deity existed that this miraculous woman was hers.
“I love you, too,” Prospero told her. “Thank you for saving me tonight.”
Ellie nodded. “I’ll be at your side whatever comes. Fights. Arguments. Good times. All of it. I want you.”
“You have me.” Prospero rested her forehead against Ellie’s. “But… Ellie?”
“Yeah?”
“I might need help standing,” Prospero murmured.
Ellie laughed. “I can do that…”
“And make that something I can use on you, too…?” Prospero asked, as Ellie slid the now-still phallus out of her.
“Definitely.” Ellie kissed her briefly. “There are plenty of things we can try if you want.”
“With you? I do. I definitely do.” Prospero looked over at her and stood, feeling a little self-conscious as Ellie stared as she rose from the water.
“We have a few centuries, I hear.…” Ellie didn’t look nearly as exhausted as Prospero felt.
“Come to bed with me.” Prospero stepped out of the tub and held out a hand. “I think it’s my turn to exhaust you.”
40Maggie
Maggie remembered everything now. She remembered Sondre helping her escape, as well as telling her he could use their rules to let Craig come to Crenshaw. She also remembered her son sprawled out on the ground motionless—because of Prospero.
She stood in the hallway of the castle next to Dan and Axell. “Thank you for trying to help me when I… forgot some things.”
“Do you hate me?” Dan asked.
“For trying to talk to me?” Maggie scowled. “That was his idea anyhow. I knew that.” She nodded toward Axell, who shrugged.
“For erasing your memory?” Dan corrected.
Maggie looked at him, guilt plain in his eyes and frown. “I suppose they gave you a choice…? It was totally voluntary?”
“No, but… they said I could stay if I did it.” Dan crossed his arms over his chest.
“Right, help this or die? That’s what would happen if you were siphoned. Whatever was killing you would return…?” Maggie wasn’t pleased that he’d helped, but calling it a “choice” was far from accurate.The most important thing she’d figured out about witches was that they were just people—ones who lived long lives, often were misfits in some way, and generally had the false sense that threatening people or manipulating them was fine.
“Would you have done it?” Axell asked. He gave her a curious look, as if he wasn’t sure what she’d say.
