A Forest of Grimm Desires (Black Forest Fantasies Book 1) by E.P. Stavs

Author:E.P. Stavs [Stavs, E.P.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2023-05-17T16:00:00+00:00

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“Have you ever done this before?” Lyall eyed the pliers I'd laid out as I rummaged through the bottles cluttering the table.

“Several times,” I assured him, examining a jar of dried of toadstools.

“Oh, good.” He let out a sigh of relief.

“First time with someone who wasn't dead, though.” I unscrewed the lid on a bottle of Widow's Wart, giving it a sniff and nodding with approval. That ought to do it. I slid my finger through the thick, green ointment. “Open up,” I said, wiggling my finger in Lyall's direction.

He grimaced. “What's that for? It smells like troll vomit.”

“It reeks, but it's worth it,” I replied. “It'll numb your jaw and slow the bleeding after I extract the tooth. Trust me, you're going to want it.”

“If you say so.” He opened his mouth, and I slid my finger inside, slathering the base of the tooth I planned to pull. My thumb brushed his bottom lip, and I sucked in a breath, inhaling the foul odor of the Widow's Wart in an attempt to douse the sparks dancing in my belly at the feel of the soft flesh. I hurried to wash my hands and grab the pliers, heart pounding as I cupped his face. He squeezed his eyes shut, and I almost dropped the pliers when he grabbed onto my arm.

“This will only take a minute,” I croaked, willing my hand to be steady as I maneuvered the tool into his mouth and clamped down on the tooth. Just do it, I coached myself as the thought of hurting Lyall made me hesitate. One, two, three...

A howl tore from Lyall's throat as the fang broke free with a sickening crack. Every instinct in my body urged me to soothe his pain, but the potion was already simmering in the cauldron, waiting for the remaining ingredients to be delivered. I dropped the bloody tooth into the mixture and began stirring with one hand as I snatched up the golden hairs I'd freed from Gretchen's comb with the other. Holding my breath, I watched them float free of my fingers and dissolve in the bubbling brew. There was a hiss and a series of pops as the potion swirled with color, twisting into a warped picture. A moment longer and it cleared, showing me what I wanted to see―Gretchen, tied to a tree at the edge of a clearing as a lone kobold dozed in front of a dwindling campfire nearby.

“I know that place.” Lyall appeared over my shoulder, peering into the cauldron.

I tensed as his chest brushed my back. He reached an arm around me, pointing at something in the picture that I couldn't make out in the pheromone-induced daze I found myself in, engulfed as I was in his scent. Sweet, fucking torture. “O-oh? Where is it?”

“It's uh...” Was it just me or had his voice grown rougher? I swallowed as his nose brushed my hair, and I swore I heard him inhale. Heat flooded my core only to be doused as he took a step back, breaking my trance.

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