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She pushed into him forcefully, smiling savagely against his lips when he grunted. She rose up to sitting again so she could get the leverage she needed.

The power poured into her from Cisco in a torrent, and she redirected it instinctively, reaching across the miles that separated her from Dohal. His swift movement toward her was his only acknowledgement.

She fucked Cisco with frantic thrusts of her hips, riding him hard while she penetrated him at the same urgent pace. His hips rose when she drove deep and she ground her clit against his pelvis. She took what she needed from him as he was stretched out under her.

Thick tendrils of her magic looped around his horns and drew his head back, exposing him even more. She raked her nails down his chest. He cried out her name with a rough voice.

Dohal’s necklace fell from her neck and hit Cisco’s chest. It shattered into fragments, driven outward by her magic and embedding into Cisco’s chest, and Dante’s, and Rio’s, forming a design she couldn’t quite make out with all that was going on and healed over immediately. The gemstones spun around behind her and embedded themselves along her spine with a prickle of pain that was over in an instant. The goddess purred inside her.

Dohal arrived in the room with a sound like the memory of thunder and his entrance set off a concussive wave that shattered the windows of the pool house as Mari came again. The pleasure rolled from her like a pressure wave, forcing Cisco to climax with a shout. She collapsed over Cisco’s large body, every muscle shivering.

Chapter 22

No one moved inthe room as Dohal drew closer to where the four of them lay in various levels of exhaustion on the bed. It was the first time any of them aside from Mari had seen him in the flesh. And Mari was certain he was there in the flesh because of the way her body vibrated in anticipation at his presence. She was drawn to him like one of those powerful magnets that shook in place until it snapped to its mate, even though she had been completely emptied of magic by the last release.

As soon as they recovered, Rio and Dante moved away from her like twin reflections of each other, both knowing they were impossibly outmatched in this state, but Cisco stubbornly moved her aside and tried to shield her with his body until she reached to stop him.

Since the majority of the times she had seen him Dohal had been largely incorporeal, she had nearly forgotten how impressive he was to behold. A mountain of coal black muscle with towering wings, he had glowing red markings carved into every inch of his body. Solid dark hooves rang against the floorwith each of his steps. His cock was immense and erect, with two large glittering piercings crossing behind the head.

When Dohal reached the edge of the bed, he paused to let his gaze roam her body, his eyes filled with lust. She knew what a filthy picture she must have made, well-fucked and literally dripping with semen. Arousal tickled through her, making her bold. She rolled to one side, parting her legs for him to get a better look.

He took the invitation with an amused glint in his eyes, his long, thick fingers sliding easily inside of her thanks to her own wetness and the fluids her men had left behind. “Your acolytes have prepared you well for me, little rabbit,” he murmured, his voice warm with appreciation.

“If you harm her, so help me, I’ll find a way to kill you,” Cisco growled with one arm still locked around her.

Dohal stroked her luxuriously several times, making Mari’s toes curl and eyelids droop as she watched him, before he met Cisco’s gaze. “Unlikely that you could kill me now, considering all the power you just poured into her. Perhaps wait until I’ve had my turn.” He smirked. “When I’m spent, you might manage.” He turned a simmering glance Mari’s way. “I shouldn’t indulge myself in you, it could leave you vulnerable, but you have summoned me to your bed with an offering for the ages and I will service you this once, if that is what you wish.”

Mari intended for it to be much more than just this once, but she left that unsaid. She sent a smile at Cisco to reassure him that she was okay, feeling powerful and proud when he accepted her assessment with a nod and then moved away to give them some room. She returned her attention to Dohal. “I want all of you. Right now.”

His expression eased as he pushed his fingers further, until she squirmed at the discomfort. “You are such a sweet and demanding morsel. I wish I could take the time that you deserveand make you beg me for hours, but I must return to my cell soon.” He loomed over her, forcing her thighs wide with careless ease as he moved. “What sort of sounds will make for me when I drive myself deep in your drenched hole? Will you scream for me, little rabbit? Or will you whimper?”

She rocked her hips as much as she could to entice him, working through the twinge of pain when he spread his fingers inside her. “I imagine it will be a bit of both.”

Dohal chuckled, low and deep. “Indeed.” He withdrew his hand to her mingled relief and frustration and reached to grab her throat in a possessive grip. “Remember, you were made for me, bavi.” He notched the head of his cock against her cunt. Her muscles clenched reflexively, and a small gasp escaped her.

Though all of his skin was hot to the touch, that part of him was scathing, like a wrist-thick rod of molten steel demanding entry to her body. There was no way he could fit inside her, even as prepared as she had been by the others.

A moment of doubt shivered through her, and then it was too late. He pushed forward an inch. Pain shot through her as her body stretched around him. Groaning, she dug her nails into his forearm until the worst of it passed. Then she tilted her head and arched her back, parting her thighs to accept him.

He pushed forward again until he encountered resistance and then thrust in and out slightly. She clenched her teeth as he worked that tiny portion of his cock into her over and over again. It stung enough to bring tears to her eyes, but it also felt delicious. The next sound that fell from her lips was a wanton moan.

When she relaxed a fraction he tightened his hand around her throat and forced himself deeper, until she spluttered and clawed at his arm. Her slumbering magic roared forward to embrace him, pulling him into her as she cried out. Theexpression of pain quickly transformed into a plea for more as her arousal spiked.

“That’s right,” he purred. “Your body knows its master.”

Dohal growled with satisfaction as he set a lazy pace. He plied her with shallow strokes that stretched her around him with relentless patience. The hand that wasn’t around her throat gripped the back of her thigh and pushed her leg up and out to make more room for his massive legs, contorting her body to accommodate him. He held her open under him, pressing his hips forward with a groan.

Mari’s magic wrapped around him, encouraging him. Now that the pain had twisted into pleasure, she needed every inch of him inside her as soon as possible. She held her breath as he pushed all the way to the hilt, savoring the sensation of the decadent, perfect stretch that seemed to go on forever.

“Oh, yes,” she said, her voice shaking. She arched up into him as much as she could, offering herself to him.

A wordless sound of pleasure escaped her as Dohal relaxed over her, his lips seeking hers in a long, slow kiss that conveyed his hunger for her. When he started to move again, he drank in every desperate sound that he pried from her willing, pliant body.

He started off slow and easy, but soon that wasn’t enough to slake his lust, and he started to move faster and with more force. And she spurred him with her magic because she needed more, she needed everything he had. He broke the kiss with a bellow of triumph.

Dohal held her jaw so she couldn’t look away as he fucked her with his entire impressive length, his body hard and unyielding as he pressed her to the bed and stretched her past every limit she thought she had. Her voice lifted into a whine of desperation because she felt like she was drowning in him.

Between one powerful stroke and the next, his body language intensified, becoming more focused and aggressive. She had never felt anything like being taken by him. It was brutal. And beautiful.

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