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While his cocks shifted and twisted within me, the other continued to flutter on my clit. How could I take much more? Somehow, I found a way.

"Yes, yes, now," I barked, my body collapsing around me.

He shifted to long strokes with his cock, and the smaller one vibrated faster, pushing me even higher than I'd climbed before. When he started to come, his inner cock released something hot inside me that made me spasm all over again.

We continued to move, driving each other to yet another orgasm until spent, and we collapsed on the bed.

19

BOSHUN

Iwoke sometime later, unsure what pulled me out of the best rest I’d had in ages.

Jasmine slept, and I rose up onto my elbow, watching her for a while. If only we could stay together forever. It was greedy of me. I’d never wish for her to be trapped inside the lamp with me for multiple lifetimes.

Rising, I removed the food I’d magicked for her. If she was hungry when she woke, I could create new. She could have whatever she wanted, from exquisite cuts of meat to the rarest cheeses, fruits, and vegetables. As for sweets, those too could be crafted to fit any whim.

That was the problem. She didn’t have whims. She only wanted things that would make everyone else’s life better.

I’d never met anyone who didn’t think of themselves first. No wonder I’d loved her almost from the moment I met her. She gave all of herself, even to me. Taking wasn’t in her makeup.

Movement from the open doorway caught my eye, and my pulse surged. I slipped from the bed and tugged on my pants. After covering Jasmine with a light blanket, I left the room, following the subtle sounds coming from my gym. Inside, I found Cardia lifting weights, her back facing me.

“Sit,” she said. “Or work out. It’s one of your favorite things to do, correct?”

“It helps me pass the time.”

Her gaze flicked over her shoulder, darting down my frame, and she licked her upper lip. “It’s paid off.”

I didn’t need her appreciation, or conversation, for that matter. “Why are you here?”

“Perhaps I wanted to see the pretty cage I’d placed you in.”

“Why now?”

Her eyes darted to the open doorway.

“Leave her out of this,” I snarled. “I mean it.”

“Don’t threaten me or you won’t like what I might do.” She curled a weight up to her shoulder, then slowly lowered it, straightening her arm. After repeating the process, she switched to the other arm, making one curl after another. “I’m more powerful than you, and it would be unwise of you to make me angry.”

“What will you do? Trap me in a dinged-up lamp for a lifetime?”

“I could take her from you, make sure she never remembers you.”

“Don’t toy with her or me.”

“Give me what I ask, and I’ll free you.”

“You don’t want me,” I said. “You only want to conquer someone who refused you. Forcing it won’t give you what you seek.”

“You don’t know what I seek.” Her gaze darted from mine. “No one knows what I want or need, and they never will. Why give anyone a weapon they could use against me?”

“Leave.” I pivoted on my heel and strode to the door.

“What if I could free you?” She threw it out to tease me, taunt me.

Pausing, I turned back. “You’ve always been able to free me.”

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