Beamhadbeendownhard before lots of times, but never like this.She couldn’t get that godsdamned goat out of her head for a single instant.
Greta had warned her not to fuck with a satyr, literally or figuratively, but she’d been too stubborn to listen.And he’d been really fucking hot.Lean and hard in all the right ways with dark fur covering him from his waist down to his midnight black hooves.Acres of long black hair he wore loose behind him like a cape.And a smirk that was exactly as cocky as she liked.
The vaguely condescending expression he wore as his creepy eyes scanned over every inch of her body with obvious appreciation had really turned her crank too.Deep mossy green orbs with eerie vertical pupils should have been a turn off, right?Dead wrong, actually.
And what was even worse?That last time in the bathroom when the fucker had left her hanging, he’d done something to her.She’d felt the grip of his magic take hold.Rather than fight, she’d rolled over and submitted.She still had no idea why, except that the seductive touch of his magic had felt too good as it wrapped around her like the finest silk ropes.Even when it had tightened like a noose with her captured inside it.
Since that moment, she hadn’t been able to get off, no matter what she did.
She got turned on.Oh, boy howdy, did she ever get turned on.All the time.It felt like she was always aroused.But no matter what she tried, she couldn’t come.She’d triedeverything: fingers, vibrators, and dildos of all shapes and sizes—including the really weird ones.She’d even tempted a very well-endowed panther shifter into one of the back rooms of the club, but his cock hadn’t been anywhere near as satisfying as that fucking goat who occupied every second of her thoughts.
Since she’d never in her life had a difficult time achieving an orgasm, by herself or with other people, she assumed it had to be his fault.And the more she failed to get to a climax, the hornier she got.It was becoming a legitimate problem.
She blinked, irritated with herself for letting her mind wander again, and focused through her magnifying goggles on the piece of jewelry she was working on.The pair of emerald-studded nipple piercings had already taken her at least three times as long as they should have to finish.Her magic fizzled and flickered and didn’t want to cooperate.Her hands were clammy.She rubbed her thighs together to try to soothe the ache between her legs but all it did was make it worse.
Beam blew out an annoyed breath.
“What’s with you lately?”Greta asked.She was waiting on the hardware for a client, and even she had noticed that it was taking too long.
She didn’t look Greta’s way and continued to focus on the piece in front of her.“You have any idea where I can find that satyr?”
“Oh, you fucking didn’t!”Greta laughed.“After I warned you and everything?”
Beam clenched her teeth.“A little less ‘I told you so’ and a little more information would be ideal.”
Greta whistled.“They are into some kinky shit too.”
Beam aimed a withering look in her best friend’s direction.
Greta held up her hands, the picture of innocence with her freckles and wide eyes.“No clue.I didn’t even know there was one in the city until we saw him that night.”She bit her lip.“He was pretty fucking sexy though, and totally your type.”
Beam growled and glared at her workstation.“He’s a fucking asshole is what he is.”
“What happened?”
“He did something to me with his magic.”
“Like some weird sex shit?”
Talking about this with Greta was deeply embarrassing on so many levels.“I don’t know.”
“Do you want me to look?”
Sighing, Beam straightened.“Yeah, sure.”
Greta came over and took her hand.The warm and familiar tingle of her friend’s magic spread slowly through her body.“It’s not anything physical, at least not that I can find.You’re completely healthy, if a little randy.”
She didn’t respond to Greta’s teasing smile.“More than a little.”
“Oooh,” Greta said, with an exaggerated vowel sound.“Have you tried talking to Esmé?”
Why hadn’t she?If anyone could solve a sex problem, it was one of the world’s most infamous sex witches.“That’s a really good idea.”She squeezed Greta’s hand before she went back to her work, feeling better now that she had a course of action to follow.“Thanks.”
Beam knocked on the door to Esmé’s office.When the call to enter came, she slid inside and shut the door behind her.
Esmé smiled at her.“How’s my favorite gem witch?”
“I guess you liked that necklace Hyssop ordered for you?”
