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I huffed a laugh, but I wasn’t fooling anyone.Niamh wasn’t into men, but she got a certain thrill out of watching me use them for my own pleasure.And there was something so wildly, powerfullyfemininein the idea that when all was said and done, she and I could keep going until we collapsed from ecstasy, in a way the men—even with their supernatural endurance—never could.Hotandempowering.That was Niamh for you.

River overheard her instructions and chuckled from beside us.“I volunteer as your first sacrifice,” he purred, patting Niamh’s ass in a purely platonic way and sliding over me to take her place.

“Oh?Feeling up for the challenge, are you?”I asked with a grin as he nestled his hips between my thighs.

He smiled back, leaning down to kiss me thoroughly before he pulled back and gave me an exaggerated wink.“Oh, I’m up for it.”He undulated his hips, pressing his long, hard cock against my slit, grinding lightly against my clit and sending little jolts of pleasure through me that fanned the coals of Niamh’s attentions back into a flame.

I huffed a laugh and rolled my hips against his.“All talk.”

He let out a little growl and rose up slightly, slotting himself against me, then surging into me with one long, smooth thrust.We both groaned and shuddered at the perfection of it.Then he started moving with that supple, catlike grace of his, rolling through me and against me in all the right ways.I could feel Niamh nearby, watching, drinking in every gasp and sigh as River gracefully, enthusiastically fucked me into the blanket.

I wrapped my legs around his hips and clutched him tight when orgasm washed over me, bringing him over the brink with me.My lips found the base of his neck and I reveled in the salty taste of his skin.Mine.And the pulse of affirmation and agreement that echoed down the cord tying us together.All mine.Always.

When River withdrew, planting soft kisses to the corner of my mouth and my chin, Ambrose was there, drawing me up and into his dark embrace.“Mistress witch,” he murmured against my lips, pulling me into his lap so I straddled his hips while he sat up, braced with one hand behind him.

I smiled and nibbled at his full bottom lip as I took him deep inside me, my legs wrapping around him, letting him hold me up with one hand as I took what I wanted.I threw my head back and gasped as he thrust up from beneath me.More hands touched my skin, caressing, coaxing, murmured words of encouragement and adoration raining down on me.I felt akin to the goddess in moments like these.In touch with my body.With my primal wants and needs.With the wild self that was our nature.

Warm hands cupped my breasts from behind, and I was braced by a warm body and a glowing golden aura at my back.“You are so beautiful,” Elijah whispered as he ran his thumbs over my nipples.All meekness and hesitance was gone from his touch.He belonged here with us.With me.And he knew that now.Embraced it wholeheartedly.

Ambrose curled forward to kiss and nip at my neck, gripping my hips to help me grind down onto his thick cock.“Mmm… so beautiful, mistress witch.So perfect like this.”

The dark tentacles of his magic enveloped me in a sweeping caress, the boogeyman calling to me, tempting me to dance with the darkness.His shark-like teeth clamped down on my neck, part threat, part playful taunt, and I lost myself again, moaning as climax rippled through me.

The darkness swept over me in one last parting caress, his soft lips touching my shoulder as I was lifted and spun around, held in powerful arms, cradled in a startling light that pushed back all but a faint, lingering outline of darkness.Elijah.

Chapter 38

Andy

Elijah’slipsmetmine,gentleness and desperate longing all wrapped up in one delicious package.“Oleander,” he whispered as he lowered me back down to the blanket, one hand cradling the back of my head, as if I was some precious, fragile thing.His glowing blue eyes searched my face as if he were staring at some breathtaking work of art, rather than my flushed, sweaty, fucked stupid expression.“The goddess and the Most High blessed me the moment you walked into my life.”

I stared up at him as I struggled to catch my breath, lifting a hand to caress his square jaw, to run a finger over his chiseled lips.“You’re always such a poet,” I teased.And always so careful, until I reminded him not to be.That I wasn’t some precious gift from some distant god, but a flesh and blood woman who liked to get railed by a certain hot angel.“I want you inside me.”Wrapping my arms around his neck, I lifted myself enough to whisper in his ear.“All of you.”

When he was a ghost, Elijah and I had worked out a way for him to merge with my aura in a sort of…semi-possession.Now that he was flesh and blood again—and with his enhanced magic—it seemed obvious that the ease with which we’d been able to do that was probably thanks to his angelic roots, his soul magic.And we had since discovered that he could do things to me that the others couldn’t.Like merge a little bit of our souls while he was balls deep inside me.

The lust-drunk look in his eyes told me he understood me loud and clear.And that he yearned for the same kind of connection that I wanted so badly.If it wasn’t the heat of the moment, he might try to tell me that he didn’t want to influence me or misuse his magic, or some other nonsense.But right now, our bodies knew the truth of the matter.We both wanted this.He probably couldn’t force me to do anything I didn’t want to do, and well… there really wasn’t much I would say no to anyway, when it came to Elijah.

“Heavens and hells,” he muttered, bending his head to kiss me hard as he let go of the stranglehold he had on his magic.His aura—hissoul—rushed toward mine immediately, and mine toward his.Our individual lifesparks were magnetized to each other, and coming together felt like returninghome.

He sheathed himself inside me with a deep, powerful thrust, and I felt it everywhere.In me.In him.In the magic that twined around us and fused us together.It was pure ecstasy.I was high on angelic bliss.

I don’t know how long we were lost in each other, only that I could no longer tell where I ended and Elijah began, and the waves of pleasure never seemed to end.Until a chill darkness pressed in, pushing back some of the blinding angelic light from my being, letting me feel and see the world around me again, if only for a moment.

“Andy,” Dyre’s deep voice was like a beacon, grounding me to the real world.And his dark magic was wrapped around Elijah, too, helping him pull back, to keep us both from being lost in bliss forever.Slightly cool hands slid over my skin, chasing the warmth Elijah had left there.“Come back.”Dyre’s voice was laced with wry humor.“Don’t get lost in the high.”

Another thing we’d discovered about Elijah and his newly enhanced state?He was just as dangerous as the more predatory of my lovers—even if he didn’t mean to be.

“Dick drunk,” Aahil’s smooth voice was there as I completed my transition back into a thinking, feeling state.“Typical.”But he sounded neither surprised, nor upset by the observation.

I lifted a hand in his general direction and raised my middle finger.

Aahil grasped my wrist, his graceful fingers gripping me firmly as our connection surged with fire and wild passion.Bringing my extended middle finger to his lips, he sucked the digit into his mouth, then slowly withdrew, dragging his perfect white teeth along the skin as he went.His gold eyes blazed as he stared into my gaze.“Is that an invitation, witch?”he purred.

I was rescued from the oblivion of heaven and flung into the flames.

There was a time when I thought Aahil would never freely and lovingly share his body with anyone ever again.But over this past year, he had proved me wrong.He gave of himself so freely now.He artfully played whatever role struck his fancy with his lover of choice.But unlike when I first met him, when those interactions had been tense and guarded, part defense and part elaborate act… now, there was a realness there, a depth that I responded to wholeheartedly.

I gave myself to the flame willingly, and with absolutely no fear of burning.Aahil would take care of me, and himself, all of us.He could dole out pain or assume command for fun, if that was what both parties wanted, but he didn’t live in a world of hurt and danger, the way he once had.And it was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.His sensuality wasn’t a weapon now.It was an effortless, comfortable part of him.

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