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I have no words.

Only the desperate, undeniable need to come again with Sam’s mouth on my clit.

I’m still whimpering as he wraps his hands under my ass and lifts me to his mouth. His tongue slides over me, from my opening to my clit. When he teases me there, I cry out in pleasure.

With one finger, he presses down on my clit and rubs it, in small circles, just the way I like.

“Please, Sam. Oh, please.”

Pulling his finger away, Sam brings his tongue down instead. It flicks against my clit and he takes me into his mouth, licking, sucking, tasting.

I arch my back and open myself to him, feeling the pleasure build even higher while Mack watches, his eyes are glazed with desire.

I know he wants to fuck me again, but right now, he is content to watch Sam make me spark.

And the feel of Mack’s gaze on me as I shudder in Sam’s mouth is enough to bring me to my second orgasm.

The wave of pleasure that takes me is more intense than ever before. Like a thousand stars are exploding inside me and radiating outward, my whole body is on fire.

Literally.

I feel my power surge through me as if it’s been unleashed from the very depths of my soul.

As I cry out in ecstasy, the room around us fills with an incredible heat.

My vision blurs and I see sparks of orange and red light dancing around the room like tiny fireflies being drawn to me.

Then suddenly, as if by some unseen force, my back arches and I feel something strange happening beneath my skin.

Not again.

A tingling sensation spreads across my body and I know exactly what is happening.

Mack and Sam both spring back, putting some space between us.

I stand up, crying out with pleasure and pain as – sprouting from my shoulder blades - a pair of wings made of pure flame appear.

I flex them without meaning to, my head still fizzing from my orgasm.

With an audible whoosh, they sweep over the desk and set light to a stray sheet of paper on the desk. Extending further, the flames lick at the walls but are quickly extinguished by a gust of wind that blows through the office.

Mack tilts his head, his eyes glimmering with appreciation while he lowers his hand, letting the air return to normal.

“Little Star,” he says. “I think we need to put magick lessons back on the agenda. Either that, or we’ll have to stop giving you such earth-shattering orgasms.”

Laughing, my wings shrinking in size and ferocity as the remnants of my pleasure dissolve, I tease my fingers through my auburn hair and shake my head.

“The orgasms can never stop,” I tell him. “So, yes, I agree. Time to get these wings under control before they do some real damage.”

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MACK

“She’s fucking radiant when she’s like that,” Sam whispers to me as we follow Nova out of the station.

“I’m not arguing,” I tell him. “But she can’t keep setting things on fire every time she—”

Sam shrugs. “No, but it’s kinda cool.” He grins, and the playful side of him that often remains hidden shines through for a moment. “Watching her lose control…”