The Curse ✔️

Chapter 22: Strange Developments

"What do you mean you don't have one?" I moved away from him on the bed and clasped my legs.

Leon shrugged, "I'm on contraceptives."

"Yeah, and what about STDs?" I asked.

Subtle, rhythmical thudding between my legs sent a wave of disappointment through me. Leon sat on the bed, his cock twitching, and went through his hair with his fingers.

"I'm clean." His lips tightened and something sparked in his blue eyes, something like offence.

I scoffed, "Yeah, like I'm going to believe that."

"Seriously." His gaze cut through me. "You want to use a truth serum on me?"

I raised my eyebrow, "Gladly."

For a moment, I thought he was joking, but his eyes simmered with seriousness I haven't seen before, causing a pang of guilt I didn't understand in my belly. Wordlessly, he got off the bed and put on his pants while my hungry eyes followed him through the darkness. Leon yanked the drawer next to his table, pulled out ingredients and threw them on the table.

Reluctance grew within me like weeds and I swallowed the lump in my throat. There was nothing aside from his shirt to put on so I did that and dragged myself out of the bed. Leon turned on the table lamp on the bed and mixed the ingredients on the stone plate, his gestures and movements bordering on aggressive.

His behaviour confused me and I approached him tentatively, a reluctant whisper leaving my lips, "I could have fetched a condom."

Someone at the party surely had one, but I was pretty sure the vibe between us turned into something else entire by now.

Leon crushed the ingredients on the plate; dry foxglove flowers and psychoactive sage. I found the choice extremely interesting. Leon did not seem like the type of a mage who would focus on herbs and plants. Those required patience and studiousness. Leon was destructive.

He put both of his hands on the plate and mumbled words in Latin. Not truly trusting him, I opened up my senses towards the plate and my magic responded to the plants' magic. He was making a truth serum right in front of my eyes.

A part of me wanted to run out of that room as quickly as possible. There were boundaries I wasn't ready to cross with Leon, there were possibilities I didn't want to have, like actually getting to know him.

The other part of me, however, felt intrigued and attracted.

Leon took the mixture between his fingers and ate it up, his eyes never leaving the table. My heart beat steadily in my chest, stuck somewhere between excitement and expectance.

When he swallowed the mixture, my mouth opened without my brain's permission, "What are you doing?"

"Giving you the opportunity to ask me whatever you want." Leon answered immediately and his expression gave no signs of protest or reluctance.

"Why?" I whispered.

"It might make you want to fuck."

"Goddess!" I laughed out loud. "Would you really go this far?"

Leon glanced at me, a smirk gripping his lips, "Yes."

I laughed some more. A wave of relief flooded me slowly but surely. Goddess, for a moment there I thought he would say something weird, like that he actually liked me.

"I'm sorry." I snorted. "This is not a good reaction."

"It's alright." Leon smiled and shrugged, "I know I'm a pig."