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I pop off Gerrit’s neck, blood trickling on my chin, and reach behind me blindly. “I need your blood, Hans,” I say through panting moans.

He bends his body over mine, shoving his wrist in my face, and as soon as I see that delicate vein, my vision whites out, and pleasure overwhelms me again as I bite down.

“Shit!” Hans shouts, his hips thrashing wildly. I keep drinking him down, relishing in the desperate and uncontrolled sounds he’s making as he ruins me. He thickens and comes with a shout, stilling as he fills my ass with his hot pleasure. I lap gently at his wrist as his orgasm triggers a sweet, gentle release within me.

His blood tastes like salvation as I take it into me.

Gerrit groans, his hips thrusting and his hands squeezing my hips so hard I know he will leave bruises. I rock my hips, grinding against his pelvis, and he throws his head back on the bedroll, his blonde hair fanning behind him in the picture of pleasure. With a gasp, he thrusts up and pulls down on my hips before he finds his release within me as well.

We lay in a sticky, sweaty pile, both of their softening cocks still inside me, their blood on my chin, basking in the moonlight.

Something grows in my chest, something I’d forgotten.

Something that was kept hidden from me.

My magic dances inside me, eager to be let out to play like a youngling.

So I let it out.

Chapter19

Savior

HANS

Briar stands up, dripping our cum, and throws her head back.

A haunting melody fills the air as the wind kicks up. It dances around us, leaves and sticks riding the breeze as it circles her. When we lock eyes, hers are entirely white.

“Think about where we need to go,” she says. Her voice is more resonant than I’ve ever heard it. Gone is the woman who rambled, who made herself smaller.

A transformation is happening right in front of us.

I picture Greenbell and the house Gerrit and I share. I think of the tavern across the street from it and how Father’s house is just a short walk away.

When Briar touches my hand, I startle at how cold they are.

“Gerrit, take my other hand.” My stepbrother doesn’t question anything. He gathers our bags and Briar’s pants in one hand and takes hers with the other.

“Wait, Flint,” I say, looking around. No sooner do I get the words out than the familiar comes bounding out of the woods. He has no food, but that’s not my concern right now.

Briar exhales heavily, and the trees in front of us move as if running out of our way. She takes a step, and we follow, but each step seems to cover the ground of hundreds, and each breath clears our path.

We continue like this for fifteen minutes before Briar pulls us to a stop right at the forest’s edge.

Right outside of a sleeping Greenbell.

“We covered so much ground,” I murmur, looking around with wonder. “How?”

“My magic is interesting. I was able to draw some of your earthen magic to encourage the land to clear our path, and I was able to multiply our steps with no effect on our bodies.” She drops our hands, eyes returning to the striking red color they’ve become since she started feeding regularly. The succubus takes her pants from Gerrit and slides them on while looking at the darkened buildings on the outskirts of Greenbell.

“This is a town, huh?” she asks quietly.

“Part of one. Not as many people live on the edges. It gets denser the further inward you go.” I reach down and pet Flint, opening my mind to see if he has anything to say.

He doesn’t, surprisingly.

His intelligent eyes sparkle as he looks at the three of us.

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