Page 33 of Cursed

Landis has the dancer's body—strong and sleek.

Branden is built like a middleweight boxer, muscular and quick.

Rourke’s shoulders, arms, and thighs are thick with corded strength.

Arden stands a couple inches over Rourke’s six-feet-two-inches. My druid looks like a giant next to the big dragon shifter.

I must look like a tiny creature next to these beasts.

It shouldn’t turn me on this much, but it does. They are all powerful supes… all dangerous. And I believe now that they would give their lives to protect me.

I guess they know I would do the same, since I have risked my life for three of my five males… so far. Our enemies aren’t done with us, so who knows how many more times we will be tested?

Landis kneels down and fastens a proper blindfold over my eyes. “If it gets to be too much, let me know. Use your safe words. And if your mouth is occupied, tell me through our mind-speak.”

“Okay.” I swallow down my nervousness. “I will.”

Landis’ shadows tug on my legs again, making me feel the tension and reminding me how exposed and vulnerable I am. “Ignore my shadow for now, and focus on who else is touching you.”

Then their energies go silent. They are blocking me. It’s like something sharp stabs my heart.

My breath quickens. I panic.

“It’s okay,” Landis calms me. “We are all right here. This is just a training exercise. If we return, you will be tested like this at the academy later this year.”

As I relax, I blurt out, “Likethis?Naked?”

The guys chuckle at that.

“No. But you would be blindfolded and asked to read the room for energies. Especially if you were found to be a mage.” He clears his throat. “And now, for our fun.”

Someone leans over me. A single finger touches my chin, then slowly glides down between my breasts, over my belly button, and to my clit. Gently, they circle my nub, and I get lost in the sensations, forgetting the assignment altogether.

With a moan, he dips his finger into my pussy. Then two. Agonizingly slowly, he pumps into me. I arch my back to make him go faster.

His other hand skims over my upper thigh and down over my ass. He grips it roughly and then softly.

“Sweetheart, you need to name him, not just get off.”

I huff. “This is too distracting.”

“Well, in the school version, they throw magic curses, so which do you prefer?”

“This is a form of torture!” I pout.

Meanwhile, my mate between my legs pumps a bit faster.

“We’ll reward you just for trying.” A shadow tendril plucks at my breast.

I squeak. “Even if I’m wrong?”

“We will reveal if you guessed correctlyafteryou’ve had at least four orgasms.” Landis asks, “So, who has his thick fingers in your tight pussy now?”

I focus back on the sensation and follow the energy spilling over my flesh. It tastes like sweet copper in my mouth. My body feels like an ocean. He is my moon, pulling my tides. “Branden.”

Instantly, I’m rewarded for my guess, correct or not. Fingers pump in and out, and my clit is fondled in rhythm. A wayward thumb caresses my asshole, and a wave crashes over me. I cry out, milking the fingers of my mystery mate.

I’m panting and still quivering when the hand slips out of me, and a mouth replaces it. I instantly know it isn’t Branden licking up my release because I would have come again immediately if it was.

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