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“Reyes!” Haven’s sharp scream reverberates through my head, and I know I should punish her. It’s just a game between lovers, but consistency is key. Still, I can’t manage to bring myself to pull out and do it. I’m too wrapped up in her pussy walls as they convulse around my shaft.

Fuck, is this what death feels like? Fire rushing up my spine. Power flowing through my arteries. I blink, and little pops of light shoot through my vision.

My magic pulses inside my veins, racing through each of my limbs as I plant one hand on either side of her smaller body and withdraw from her. Inch by excruciating inch. My cock reappears. Sweat collects at the top of my spine and drips down my skin. A wave of hunger so fierce assails me at the sight of her flesh clinging to mine, her juices glistening along my length. Her soft cries of pleasure, her moans of desperate need in my ears.

It’s too much.

It’s not enough.

I thrust into her again. Faster. Deeper. She gasps, head falling forward onto the desk. Her body goes slack under my movements, as if she’s offering up every fractured piece of herself and trusting me not to shatter her further. My hands slide to her waist, gripping her tight—tighter than I know I should. She’ll have bruises, but I can’t bring myself to loosen my hold. As if there’s a part of me that’s afraid—fucking terrified—she’ll disappear in the middle of this. I need to hold her to me, keep her here.

“Haven.” Her name is a prayer on my tongue. Worshipful.

“You feel so goddamn good on my cock,” I tell her, my fingers digging into her flesh. “You’re sucking me in—so wet, so—tight.”

“Harder.” Her voice is a rasp on the air, and I smile. How brave she is, chancing another spanking. Or maybe she knows I can’t stop myself just to punish her. Maybe she knows me better than I know myself. “Please, oh god, Reyes, please fuck me harder.”

I do. I thrust into her cunt, each snap of my hips slapping her ass and thighs. The desk groans under our combined weight. The books on the nearest bookshelves appear to rattle.

A sense of being watched invades my mind. Perhaps it’s my magic warning me that the ghosts of the past have infiltrated our secret moment. Ancestors that once inhabited this very house might be watching us now. Judging. If they are, I don’t give a shit.

The only thing I can see is Haven. She moans, and using what little strength and freedom I’ve left her, she shoves herself back against me, taking my cock to the base each time. Gritting my teeth, I drag her into every movement, my control slipping, my breath growing more ragged. Our skins are slick with sweat. The sound of us echoes, sharp and raw in the stillness of the room.

If the others hear us now, I don’t care. Let them.

There’s no pretending here. No masks. No hiding. Just lust-slick skin and broken curses and the way my name is whispered like a sin from her lips every so often. As if she can’t help herself, as if I am all she can think of too. My cock pulses in her core, and I lift her up, bringing her back against my chest, fucking into her with an utter loss of control.

I’m as rough as I am reverent. Yanking her to me, again and again. The desk squeaks forward, a shock of noise in the room. Neither one of us seems to notice. Her back arches, and her low moans rise again. Against the wall, the firelight trembles. More sparks appear in my periphery, surrounding us, growing closer. It touches my bare flesh, and I nearly halt as the lights plummet into my skin and hers.

The little bulbs of glowing ember trail up her back and then disappear beneath the perspiring creamy glow of her spine. I blink, and they’re all gone from view. What—?

Before I can think of what they were, Haven rears up, her whole body tightening as her pussy walls constrict around me. All the air in my lungs evaporates, and my jaw nearly cracks with how hard I clench it to keep from throwing her back onto the desk and railing her right through the damn thing.

With one hand, I reach around, cupping her throat and squeezing the sides. Her bound hands press into my lower abdomen as my other hand moves down her belly and to the front of her thighs. Her pussy practically spasms as I press two fingers into the bundle of nerves there.

“You’re mine,” I growl, not soft. Not sweet. Like I’m carving the words into her skin.

“I’m gonna come.” Her response is needy, hopeful. It’s begging without the actual plea. I’ll take it. I’ll let her have her reward, but not yet, not until she gives me everything.

“You. Are. Mine.” Each word is punctuated by another thrust into her cunt, her breasts jumping in time with every hard push. “Say it.”

Haven’s head falls back against my shoulder, and she whimpers. A bead of sweat gathers at her temple and then slides down the side of her face, tracing the path of her jaw. Resistance gone, I turn my head and lick it up before pressing a quick kiss to her skin.

“Say it, Haven.” Broken, I need the words. “Tell me you’re mine.” Because I’m hers now. My soul. My body. My everything.

Eyes unfocused stare up at the ceiling as I continue to hold her throat in my grasp. Below, my fingers find her clit and circle the spot. Her breathing hitches and her breasts jolt.

“Yours,” she finally chokes out. “I’m yours.”

Claiming her for myself is rash—and it won’t last. She isn’t supposed to belong to one of us but all of us. Later. When we’re not as wrecked, I’ll recognize the mistake. For now, I suck down a breath, and I pinch her clit on my next upward thrust.

Haven screams, and a bright, burning light sears into my closed eyelids. An invisible barrier shatters and breaks all around us. My back stiffens, and my cock pulses inside of her.

She asked me to ruin her, but she’s the one who’s ruined me.

CHAPTER 37CAMERON

I stare down at the two forms passed out together. Reyes’s body is half on top of Haven’s, his arms closed around her protectively. Her face is pressed into his throat, half hidden from view, but there’s no mistaking the contentment on her features. She appears more relaxed than I’ve ever seen her before.