“That’s right, you love my pretty cock, don’t you, pet?” he cooed while rocking deeper inside me. Sparks flew from Alaric’s fingers as his magic exploded.
A stack of paper towels caught fire, and, in seconds, smoke filled the small space. Dammit, I didn’t have water magic! Luckily for us, a sprinkler burst into life and drenched the hell out of me and the fire. I sort of needed a shower, but I’d have preferred a hot one.
Shaking the water from his head, Zane carried me out of the smoky cupboard and slammed me against another wall, still locked inside me while Alaric watched, eyes raging.
“Be a good boy and kill the mage heading our way,” he told Alaric. Oh my goddess, dying while having sex was not on my to-do list. I triedto extricate myself from Zane’s arms, but with each slow drag of his cock, my willpower waned.
“Come for me, pet,” he crooned in my ear. “Fuck, you feel like hot, wet velvet around my cock.”
“That sounds…” I gasped. “Unpleasant?”
“Not at all,” he chuckled. “Fucking perfect, like you, boo.”
“I’m going to kill you, asshole,” Alaric seethed, his eyes glued to my wet tits. From the obscenely large tent in his sweats, he was enjoying the show, despite his complaints.
A blast of magic hit the wall next to my head, making me shriek.
“Incoming!” Zane yelled, thrusting faster as I unraveled around him, coming so hard I saw stars.
Pleasure ripped through me, leaving me boneless and sated as Zane chased his own orgasm.
Behind us, Alaric blasted the mage who’d fired magic at me. I heard a scream followed by deathly silence. Zane grunted and sighed in satisfaction.
“I love you, cherry pie,” he murmured in my ear.
“Love you too,” I replied.
Thick smoke billowed out of the cupboard as the fire took hold.
“I fucking hate you,” the storm mage hissed as more mage guards flooded the corridor.
Did he hate me? Or was that aimed at Zane?
To my surprise, I didn’t want either of those things to be true.
“Surrender!” the lead mage yelled. “We have you surrounded! You can’t escape!”
Zane kissed my cheek and put me down. I tugged my cheap-ass robe back in place, but the tie was missing and it barely covered anything.
“No surrender!” my incubus hollered, shielding me with his body as the mage security guards edged closer.
“We’ve captured your friends,” the leader said with a sneer. “You won’t get away.”
They had my guys?
I was done with this bullshit.
I needed a change of clothes, some hot food, and a long nap in a comfortable bed. The thought of being thrown back inside a shitty windowless cell did not appeal in the slightest.
Alaric blasted the mages heading our way with lightning, but more kept coming.
“Stay here and let us deal with this,” Zane told me, grinning as he pulled a long blade from the ether. “Brenda has a plan.”
The old me would have happily let my males protect me, but the new me wasn’t about to sit on the sidelines while her mates fought on her behalf. I had no fighting skills, but I did have badass magic at my disposal, and it was about time I tested my demonic powers.
The shadow magic in my chest surged forward, eager to escape and cause chaos. A storm of fire and shadows burst free and filled the corridor.
Darkness rolled over every living being in the immediate area. I felt my mates close by but could no longer see them.
