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I found not only one, but three, and I’m not going to let anyone or anything take that from me. Not even their own regret.
It’s a risk, but I break Zyran’s gaze to give my full attention to Kornelius.
We kissed once before, but our first kiss was marred by a curse. When I wrap my arms around his neck and press my mouth to his, the walls around his soul break.
And his magic spews forth, making me feel like I’m floating.
Mine,I think, lazily drunk on his power.
Something in him finally seems to snap and he listens to the demands my body is giving him.
He draws me into his lap and I’m painfully aware of the restrictive bra and panties I’m still wearing. It was more for their comfort than mine that I opted to wear underclothes while absorbing Jasper’s death touch.
Now, I wish I weren’t wearing anything at all. There shouldn’t be clothing separating me from my mates, not when it feels this amazing.
I demonstrate my desire by unbuttoning his shirt. He helps me, giving me what I want.
What I need.
Zyran’s touch glides over my shoulder as he resumes where Kornelius left off. His tongue follows my wound, not touching it, but cleaning any lost blood around it.
I enjoy his heat from my back while I continue to help Kornelius disrobe. He backs up, leaving me in Zyran’s care while he finishes removing his clothes.
Then my gaze rakes over him as he stands there, giving me my fill.
Spirits.
Kornelius is incredibly beautiful, and it’s something I couldn’t fully appreciate before in the haze of bloodlust.
Now, though, I take my time to memorize the shape of his muscular arms. His brown hair falls over his amber eyes as he watches me. My gaze dips to the “V” along his abdomen and his impressive cock proudly on display.
My mouth salivates at the glistening of precum at the tip. Tasting my blood has him rock hard, or maybe it’s knowing that I’m admiring him.
“Do you like how my brother looks?” Zyran asks, his breath tickling my ear. His voice ramps my desire up another notch. “I want to see him inside of you.”
Kornelius’s fangs appear, his ample hearing no doubt picking up the soft words. “Zy,” he growls.
He might protest the idea of having sex with me, and I know why. He’s afraid of losing control again. He ripped into me and that was even without doing more than kissing.
But that’s precisely why I need him to go through with this. He needs to see what he’s capable of. It’s not just manifestation spirits who use the magic created by willpower.
All creatures do, in some form. Shifters often come into their powers when hit by a wave of anger or other intense forms of energy.
As do humans when they touch one of the portals dotting our world. The potent magic combines with their hidden desires, sprouting power when there was little else than a wish before.
“I’d like that,” I whisper.
Zy’s fingers have gone between my legs and he touches me. His gentle strokes go over the fabric of my underwear, enticing my body to instantly soak them with my desire.
Kornelius’s nostrils flare in response.
A pained look enters his amber eyes as he speaks, his words accentuated by the size of his fangs that have only grown with his arousal. “Please, Issy. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You mean you don’t want to lose control,” I counter. “You won’t.”
I can’t say he won’t hurt me, because my true desires are dark.
A little pain in the mix is what I need if he’s going to satisfy me.
