"This is you?"Chuck looked up, and saw himself. He nodded mutely.Another image flashed, and a collective gasp filled the room, not least from Chuck. ...Chuck lay in a bed, handcuffed, his naked groin fastened in what appeared to be a medieval instrument of torture, a very feminine bra around his chest and stockings on his legs. At the foot of the bed, a leather-clad woman stood holding a whip, her features concealed by a hood. Chuck looked down, feeling his face redden."And this?" the woman. I threw my bag in the back."What's the plan?" I asked."First we'll stop at my place and drop off your stuff. Then we'll go see Tamara at the Ranch. I imagine we'll hang out in the parlor for a while, since she's working evening shifts this week. Then tomorrow we'll head back late morning. Marvin, the owner, said she's free to join us then if we want to go out." I thought once you cleared medical you had to stay at the Ranch." That's only true at the Southern brothels near Vegas. We can take. Instead of trying to grip all of the magic around me, I fixated on just that section – the glowing magic embedded in the wall in front of me. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, clenched, and shoved – harder than I’d ever pushed before, the effort feeling like I was trying to bench-press a mountain, leaving me breathless.The magic scattered, like leaves blown in hurricane-force winds. I could almost physically feel the shockwave of the magic failing, and heard Wulf yelp behind me. When I. “Yes! God, yes!”Her orgasm triggered his, and although he’d meant to pull out, he came deep inside her, filling her with his seed.As he collapsed on the bed next to her, he saw blood.“Isabella, why didn’t you tell me you were a virgin?” he asked, panting.“Because I didn’t want you to stop what you were doing,” she answered, still trying to catch her breath as well.“I would have been gentler, but I wouldn’t have stopped. I don’t think I could have stopped,” he said as he wrapped an arm around.