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She let out a guttural moan, and that did it for me. I rutted against the ground, the friction feeling so fucking good while my mouth devoured her. I plunged my tongue inside her, and she cried out, saying my name like a prayer. I’d do everything in my power to get her to say it like that again.

“Nevan, faster. Faster, please.”

I plunged my tongue deeper, burying my face between her legs while she rocked harder, her movements uncontrolled and wild and sparking my own desire.

I rolled my hips, grounding harder against the earth.

“Oh, godwitches. Nevan.” Her thighs clenched on either side of my face, and she let out a cry that rang around us. My orgasm spurted out, warm and covering the ground while her body jerked with her own orgasm.

“Oh, fuck,” I said as more cum spurted from my cock.

I lay there for a minute, catching my breath, coming down from the high that had just taken over.

Enid slowly sat up, and I grabbed her panties, sliding them back up her legs and in place while she tugged her dress down.

“Did you . . .?” she asked.

I nodded. “That was a first for me.”

“Which part?” she asked with a horrified look on her face.

I burst out laughing, realizing what she was thinking. “Coming while I pleasured a woman with my tongue.”

A devious smile lifted the corners of her mouth, and she leaned forward to kiss me, letting her lips linger on mine. She was about to pull away when I cupped the back of her head, making a nuh-uh sound that made her lips curve into an even bigger smile.

I finally broke it off, still feeling like I needed more. “So what now?” I asked, shocked over what had just happened between us.

She raised a brow. “We keep doing more of whatever we just did?”

“I do like the sound of that. Though we should probably get back.”

Her face fell as she looked across the bog toward Fairwitch Isle. “That was a nice distraction, but I’m not looking forward to facing them again.”

I took her hands in mine. “You’re not alone, remember? I’ll be by your side, and the people of Fairwitch are a forgiving bunch.” I thought about Fiona’s plan to throw Enid a party. “But I think you need more than just me on your side. You need allies.”

“Like who?” she asked.

I took a deep breath. “Friends. I think it’s time you made friends.”

CHAPTER 26

Enid

Isat in the library, staring at the circle of women surrounding me, plus that little pink worm with wings. I still didn’t know what kind of creature it was after all these years. Everyone was silent, gazes shifting back and forth, looking as awkward as I felt. Nevan had told me I needed to start branching out beyond him, and he’d gotten Fiona to agree that this book club could be my “friend party,” which I assumed would be the least terrible of all my options.

“Hey, it’s my favorite green lady!” a voice called, and I stiffened.

Fiona poked her head out from behind a stuffed blue chair.

“Hi, Auntie Harriet!” she said to the woman seated there.

They had the same tawny brown skin and hazel eyes, both had the same textured black hair, though Harriet’s spiraled around her face in tight curls while Fiona’s was plaited in little braids.

“Fiona!” Harriet said.

“What?” Fiona shrugged. “I thought I’d tag along.”

I hadn’t seen Fiona since her surprise visit to my cottage . . . when she’d overheard me and Ambrose. I still wasn’t sure how she’d been able to hear Ambrose’s voice. Because of the curse on the Fair Folk, no human could see or hear them. I wondered if it had something to do with Fairwitch Isle, with the magic of this city, but I couldn’t be sure. I’d have to mention it to Ambrose on his next visit, something I didn’t want to think about right now.