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The admission came out on a whimper and my back arched as I came.

Bastian’s fingers dug into my hips as he drove into me, and his cock pulsed and throbbed as he followed me over the edge. A choked groan ripped from his lips, and he pulled out of my hot cunt and stroked his cock with quick strokes before he came onmy stomach and his seed mingled with his brothers to drip down my ribs and onto the hardwood floor.

Titus’ magic shimmered against my over-sensitized skin as it cradled and caressed me. Bastian and Titus flanked me, breathing heavily, their bodies flush against mine, while Valen took up a position between my legs.

“Every goddamn second,” Valen said, echoing Titus’ earlier promise. The look in his eyes was hungry and possessive. I bucked against him as he pushed the thickness of his cock inside me. The exquisite stretch of my pussy around his cock dragged a moan from my lips and my head fell back against Titus’ shoulder as Valen began to move between my thighs.

He fucked me hard, each stroke deep and claiming, and I let them keep me captive in their arms as Valen drew out my fevered cries. My body was a map of sensation, wrapped in their magic and painted with their release.

Titus’ mouth was a demand against my lips and I opened for him, letting him claim me with his tongue as Valen claimed me with his body. I melted against them, giving myself to the pleasure and forgetting everything except the feel of Valen’s cock inside me and Titus and Bastian’s hands on my body.

Valen thrust faster, harder, his hips snapping against my ass until my breath came in ragged gasps. His cock drove me to the brink, and the world was a blur of heat and want and the raw possession in his eyes as he looked at me.

“Say it,” he growled, and I knew what he wanted.

What they all wanted.

“I belong to you,” I moaned, barely able to form the words as he fucked me with ruthless intensity. “I belong to all of you.”

My words pushed him over the edge and he exploded inside me, his release hot and deep.

I gasped as his seed poured into me and my body tightened around him, drawing out every last tremor of his climax.

Valen pulled out, leaving me empty and aching, and the three of them held me. The pale green smoke of Titus’ magic dissipated, and the brothers wrapped me in their arms like a prize they’d won.

“Remember this,” Titus’s voice rumbled in my ear.

My breath was shallow and uneven, and my pulse was frantic as I lay on the bed with their bodies around me. I could feel their cum slipping down my skin in wet, sticky trails.

“I will,” I murmured.

I’d given myself to them.

But I’d only lost myself for a little while.

This time, I wasn’t going to let them change my mind.

“Wake up.”

The grimoire’s hiss wasn’t gentle, but it was hard to drag myself out of the heavy slumber that weighed down my limbs.

Every inch of my body ached in the most delicious way.

A smile crept over my face as I rolled over.

I would be going to the altar to marry the father of the three men I’d just fucked, and my body would still be stiff and sore from the exertion of it.

I reached out for my stepbrothers, for the comforting heat of their hard bodies. But the bed was empty.

“They’re leaving—”

I sat up abruptly, all exhaustion gone.

They were almost at the door. Dressed. Carrying their boots so they didn’t wake me.

“Sneaking,”the grimoire hissed.

“Where are you going?” I demanded in a voice that sounded shaky even to my own ears.

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