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Luther takes his cock from my mouth and leans down to kiss me, then he nudges Mack out of the way and takes his place between my legs.

Shit. He’s going to use the flames on my pussy. Holy hell.

My body stiffens in anticipation as I wait for the heat to collide with my clit. There is a quivering moment of cold, and then it’s there. Dancing, pulsing, teasing.

I realize Mack is lying down on the floor beside us. Almost instantly, Luther lifts me up and positions me over Mack’s cock. As I slide onto him and he fills me up, Mack groans and grips my hips. Even though I have my back to him, and he can see nothing but my ass, he stiffens inside me.

I wriggle into position, causing another groan to fly from his mouth, then lean back a little so Luther can return to my clit as I grind onto Mack’s cock.

“Careful down there, Luther,” Mack breathes. “Air mages can be burned by magick fire.”

With a deep chuckle, Luther begins to toy with my clit. At first, without the fire, but then it’s back. As the first spear of pain rocks my body, an orgasm rolls toward me. It’s approaching fast, and I’m bracing myself for its impact when Luther stops. The warmth disappears. The pain fades and with it my orgasm does too.

I whimper and look down at him. “Don’t stop. Why did you stop?”

Luther simply shakes his head at me, then starts again. This time, when I’m about to come, I slam down harder onto Mack’s shaft, hoping the impact will send me over the edge.

But when Luther stops playing with my clit, and replaces the heat with cold harsh air, I growl with frustration.

As I lurch forward and grab Luther’s face, bringing him up to kiss me, Mack’s fingernails sink into my hips. He jerks up into me and growls, “I’m going to come, Little Star.” But then he lifts me off him and whispers, “Not yet. I’m not done yet.”

In a smooth almost-as-if-they-rehearsed-it movement, Mack and Luther switch places. Sitting up, Luther rests his back against the side of the couch and pulls me into his lap. I wrap my legs around him and gasp as he fills me up, still surprised by the feel of his pierced shaft inside me. Flicking my hair back from my neck, Luther peppers my throat with kisses.

“The fire,” I groan. “I want the fire.”

Without hesitating, Luther’s flames are back. They skim my body like red hot pebbles on a smooth lake. I lean back as he moves the flames to my nipples, but my cries are muffled by the feel of Mack’s impressive erection on my lips.

I take Mack hungrily into my mouth as Luther reaches between our writhing bodies and strums my clit. With one hand at my core, and the other still tormenting my breasts with his flame, he changes the angle of his hips beneath me and I lean back, bracing my hands on his strong, thick thighs.

This time, as my orgasm builds, I try to control my breathing, try to keep it steady and my face from becoming flushed because maybe if Luther doesn’t know it’s coming he won’t try to stop it.

Despite my efforts, though, he knows. “Do you think she’s ready?” Luther is speaking to Mack, who reluctantly looks away from the sight of my mouth devouring his shaft to say, “Has she earned it?”

Luther takes the heat from my nipples, then lowers his head to sweep his warm wet mouth over them. Heat, cold, wetness. Heat, cold, wetness. And the whole time, he doesn’t stop making torturous circles around my clit.

“Please,” I beg, letting Mack’s cock slide out of my mouth and kissing Luther hard on the lips. “Please let me come.”

Luther searches my face for a moment, then nods. With a determined groan, the circles quicken, bringing swirls of ecstasy to my cunt. My clit is warm, then hot, then too hot but he doesn’t stop. I cry out as pain lights up my body. Sparks fly from my skin. From Luther’s other hand, fire licks my breasts.

Next to me, Mack is moving his fist up and down his throbbing erection. He is standing, but jerks forward and braces his hand on the arm of the couch as ropes of hot cum land on my chest.

Luther yells and wraps his arms around me. The pain subsides, and the heat fades, and then finally I come. My body stiffens, every molecule fizzing with heat and fire and pain and pleasure. Luther pulls me into his chest, not caring that Mack’s cum is now staining his shirt. He holds me tight as he comes, filling me up until there’s no more room.

As my body collapses into Luther’s arms, Mack kisses my forehead. “Good girl,” he whispers. “You’re such a good girl.”

His praise washes over me. I close my eyes, then feel Mack wrapping a blanket around my shoulders. He helps me up and pulls the blanket tight as I shiver. “Let’s clean you up,” he says, gesturing to the bathroom.

Luther is standing too. He takes my hand. In a daze, I follow them to the shower and let them position me under the hot stream of water. “Do you want us to stay?” Mack asks as steam swirls around his naked body.

I nod and reach out my hands, then I pull them under the water with me.

8

KOLE

For the first time in weeks, The Hunger twists my insides. I catch myself licking my teeth, and immediately slam my fist into the nearest tree. The force of the punch sends a vibration down my legs. I whisper an apology and press my palm flat against its rough bark. My knuckles are bleeding, but I just stare at them transfixed.

I feel Tanner behind me before I see him. When I turn, he takes in my now-clenched fist and reaches for it to take a look. “She’s grieving. She doesn’t mean it.” He glances up at me. He’s lying to make me feel better, but I let him. “Here, move into the light, I’ll take a look.”