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“An emergency tracker?” I gnaw on my lower lip as I consider. Then shake my head. “I’m still not sure I like the idea of you being able to find me whenever you want.”
“What if we hadn’t gotten there in time today, Sweeney? What if you died at the bottom of that damn pool just because you’re too stubborn to accept help when you need it? I will not go through that again. I refuse to go through that again.” His green eyes are pleading with me, begging me to understand that he was terrified earlier. Scared of what might have happened to me. “I can’t lose you, Sweeney.”
His words hang in the air between us, pulsing with emotion and I feel myself nod, feel myself give in. “Okay. Okay. But only in emergency circumstances. You can’t use it to track me down in the library or in town, just because you don’t trust that I’m okay. I will let you know if I’m in trouble and at that point you can turn it on.”
They all nod, agreeing quickly. “If it helps, Rosalind, you’ll be able to track us too. The spell works both ways,” Gideon adds, casually, like this should put us on even playing fields.
Hardin leans over and breathes in my ear. “And I don’t have a problem with you using it to track me down at any fucking time, love.”
That sentence shouldn’t be a turn on. But it apparently is, if the state of my panties is any sign.
I shift on the couch and Hardin chuckles like he knows what’s happening between my thighs, and then he pulls away as Ezra pushes the coffee table to the side of the room and Gideon begins chalking a pattern onto the hardwood. I’d wondered why they haven’t put an area rug under the couch and table and this seems to be the reason.
“Still doing okay, love?”
I fidget with my sweats and try to shove away the nerves and panic that is trying to overtake me. The idea of them casting a spell on me is disconcerting. More than disconcerting,terrifying.Merritt reaches over and grips my hand. “You want me to be a part of the spells too? I can make sure they don’t slip anything unnecessary in there.”
I let out a breath and give her a grateful smile. “Yes, please. Thank you, Mer.”
She gives me a blinding smile and then kicks out at Gideon with her foot, catching him in the thigh. “Add another point on that star, Brightwater.”
Gideon doesn’t complain, just wipes up a portion of the already scrawled design and re does it.
“Can someone tell me what to expect?”
Ezra looks up from where he’s watching Gideon. “You’ll stand in the center of the sigil and we’ll stand around you in a circle. We can apply all the spells at the same time.”
Hardin shifts, slipping into the narrow space between me and the arm of the couch, shifting so that I’m on his lap. I let him do it, because it feels nice after nearly dying today to have his arms around me. “We’ll burn some shit and do some chanting and then we’ll all close the ceremony together and when it’s over, we’ll all be connected and able to track each other.”
I frown. “We’ll have to do this every time we need to renew the spell?”
Fielder shakes his head. “No, after it’s established, we can renew the spells by just pushing magic into them. We’ll need to be in the same room, but it won’t be this big of a production.”
I nod, settling against Hardin as he folds an arm around my waist and his lips press into the back of my head. “Okay. Will I need to do any chanting?”
Gideon answers this time. “No. You’ll essentially be the vessel that we’ll fill with our magic. The only thing you have to do is not fight the spells when they settle. Just let them happen.”
Hardin laughs, shifting his hand so his fingers dip under my t-shirt, pressing into the skin of my belly. He makes slow circles, raising goosebumps on my skin. “You make it sound so dirty when you say it like that, Brightwater. Just let them happen. You might as well have said, ‘lay back and think of England.’ Is that how you have sex? If it is, I feel bloody sorry for the girls you’ve fucked.”
“Oh, fuck off, Yorke. I’ve had no complaints about my fucking.”
A too loud laugh sneaks out of me. I don’t mean to let it. But it does. And it’s more because how Gideon saysfuckingin that rumbly voice of his has my panties flooded, and memories of his hand in said panties batter against my brain. I am incredibly uncomfortable with that revelation.
Hardin’s gentle stroking stills and then resumes as my awkward laugh dies. As Gideon resumes his drawing and Fielder points out a section he’s missed, Hardin sneakily slips his hand into the waistband of my sweatpants, leaning forward until he can whisper in my ear, “if you need help with that ache later, love, I’m more than willing.” I shift, more than slightly aware of the hard length pressing against my ass now. “I can rub your clit until you come on my fingers, or lick you until you come on my tongue. Whatever you want.”
I shift until I can look at his face. The motion makes his hand slip from my sweats and up to my hip. “What if I want both?” I murmur back.
His blue eyes ignite, and a low growl works out of his chest. “I think I can just about manage that.” He leans forward and sucks my lower lip into his mouth, the metal hoop piercing a hard contrast to the softness of his lips. It’s not really a kiss, more of a bite, a nibble, and I love it. Probably too much.
“Okay, all set.” Gideon’s voice is a little louder than normal, making me jerk back. Hardin’s teeth scrape my lip as I do. He chuckles when I scramble off his lap, running my suddenly sweaty palms down the front of my joggers. “Where do you want me?”
“Everywhere, Rosalind,” Gideon all but growls. “I want you fucking everywhere.”
My cheeks flame and I don’t know where to look. Fielder palms his face. “Jesus, Gideon. Both of you keep it in your fucking pants long enough for us to get her protected, please.”
I open my mouth to argue with him, because he has to be talking to me. After the way I just leaned into Hardin like that, how I was seriously considering letting him do all sorts of dirty things to me. But he’s glaring at Gideon and Hardin.
When he’s sure his words have sunk in, he holds a hand out to me. I slip my fingers into his and he gives them a brief squeeze. “Stand in that center circle. Be careful not to smudge any of the markings.”
