Page 32 of Cursed

My incubus smiles, perhaps sensing the druid’s glowing mark over my heart.

“Can you see them?” I ask.

“I can, but I’m guessing maybe not the same way you or Arden see them.” His hands slink around my waist, and he pulls me to his naked chest. “I didn’t think it would leave tattoos.”

“What?” I look down, focusing beyond the glow. I see the tiny dots, mirroring what Arden has inked into his skin. “I didn’t see that. They just glow for me.”

“I wish I could claim you like the others. A place to remember me,” Landis muses.

“You marked my soul.” I lean forward and kiss him, delving my tongue into his mouth. “And I will never forget you, my shadowmate.”

Landis closes his eyes, and when he opens them, they are all shadows.

I suck in a breath, knowing he is going into feeding mode.

“You trust me?”

“Yes,” I whisper.

My incubus lifts me with his shadow tendrils, removing my shoes, socks, and pants from around my ankles. He places me down on the edge of the bed on my back, my feet toward the guys.

His tendrils wrap up my lower legs, pulling me open for their viewing pleasure. My pussy is on display. He then folds my legs, so my heels are against my ass, and he essentially ties my thighs to my calves and holds me open wide, immobilizing me.

More tendrils pin my arms to my sides, then momentarily lift me to wrap my hands flat to my back and ass.

They all have full access to all of me. I’m helpless to their touch. And I love it.

Landis grasps my tit and massages it—manhandling me just enough to arouse me. Then he leans down, and I wiggle as he sucks on me with abandon, and I can do nothing to stop him. Not that I really want to.

“Beautiful rope work,” Branden praises Landis. “I’ve been dying to do the same to our sweet brat.”

When his mouth comes off of my nipple with a pop, I’m already panting.

“Thanks, vamp,” Landis says with a cheerful tone. “I’ll take that as high praise, coming from a rope master. But cubi are the original bondage experts—invented it actually, as we immobilized our sexual partners.” He caresses my cheek. “But this sly mage has somehow transmuted my magic so that I don’t have the paralysis ability during my feedings.”

He whispers, his lips brushing over the shell of my ear, “Now, we are going to test your abilities with a blindfold test. See if you can tell who is touching or licking you. Or sliding our dicks into your holes.”

“What?” I gasp, but I can feel my core gush at the thought.

“You like that, don’t you, shadowmate?”

“But… I don’t want to upset anyone if I guess wrong.” I bite my lip. It’s a real worry.

“What if someone gets offended that I don’t know them?”I ask him.

“We are all going to try to trick you. We will be hiding our energy signatures. So if you can’t guess right then, that means they’ve won.” Landis turns his head up to the guys. “Sound good? You won’t be a dick? Well, be ajerk. You may only be a dick in her sweet holes.”

The guys agree.

Landis covers my eyes with his shadowhand and orders them, “Strip down.”

I whine and wiggle my head to free myself from his hand. “I want to see you all first.”

He allows me to watch all the guys strip off their clothes. However, his shadows still keep me trapped and stretched open for them.

Holy sausagefest!

My mates are a glorious sight. All four study my body with dark, hungry gazes, as if imagining how they will challenge my skills of perception and how they will drive me insane with lust.

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