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His grunts and growls mixed with my moans. I tensed as our rhythm drove me towards oblivion.

“That’s it, let it come,” Ashe growled. “Cum for me, hard.”

The command pushed me over the edge. My pleasure crested. Ashe filled me and stopped moving, grinding my clit with the base of his dick as I spasmed around him. I screamed as my waves of pleasure swelled a second time. Every muscle in my body went taut. Despite my sore hands, I pulled at his bindings until my climax relaxed, leaving me quivering.

“Just like that.” Ashe grunted, thrusting into me once more.

In a wave of heat, he swelled and drove hard into me. I moaned and bucked as his essence settled the pull between us. Easing my magic.

“Fucking hell,” Ash said as he caught his breath.

He rolled to one side. Careful not to crush me, he released his bindings holding me down. I immediately ran my fingers through his beard and tried to smooth the bush my magic turned it into.

My heart swelled. “You look incredible.”

He did. As evil as I knew forcing my magic into him had been, I loved seeing him wrapped in my rainbows. The heat in his eyes burned only for me. I bit my lip, taking in as much of it as I could.

Ashe caught my hand and kissed it. “You’ll be the death of me.”

I rolled toward him and ran my fingers through his chest hair and across his abs before curling them in his damp pubic hair. I fingered the base of his erection. “Again?”

His dick twitched, trying to get hard already. “You’re insatiable.”

“You’ve no idea,” I said, nipping his bottom lip.

Ashe rolled me into his arms and twined our legs together. “Again, but we’ve got to talk about this. You’ve no idea what we’ve done.”

Chapter 7

I studied the grains of wood on Director Flemming’s light desk. Or at least the ones not hidden under piles of neatly stacked papers and tablets. I’d left Ashe’s arms less than thirty minutes ago and gone directly to the MA.

Ashe wasn’t with me, as much as I wished he was. I’d chosen to come alone. He couldn’t be a part of this. I shouldn’t have gotten him involved at all. Now he had my magic coursing through his system after I transferred into him illegally.

I squeezed my eyes shut before opening them and focusing on anything other than my ability to mess up people's lives.

Immaculate bookshelves and pictures of Alaskan wildlife concealed most of the gray walls of the director’s office, giving it a cozy feel. One the director added to. Having been woken up in the middle of the night, she was not her usual kempt self. She looked ancient and wise without her layer of make-up. A polka-dot red bathrobe covered the same simple pajamas all the students wore. Behind her loomed an MA agent. A long set of square pins ran along his left breast and probably should mean something to me, but they didn’t.

Between us sat the broken clasps.

“Explain to me again what happened,” the MA agent said.

I forced myself to look up and meet his unrimmed gaze. “I had a nightmare.” I took a deep breath. “And when I woke, the clasps were glowing red and burning, so I pushed as much of my magic as I could into them. They fizzled and popped off.”

“Without even leaving a mark on your skin?” The MA agent pressed.

I swallowed my guilt, I hated lying. “Yes.”

After our concealment spell ran out, Ashe wished me a good night and told me he’d pick me up first thing in the morning so we could come clean about the clasps. But the moment he walked away from my dorm room, I realized I couldn’t wait. I marched myself to the first MA patrol I found and turned myself in.

The office door opened behind me, and another MA agent handed the first what looked like an extra square phone. The new MA agent left while the decorated one picked up one of the clasps. He opened a little door on the side of it. A cable spooled out, and he plugged it into the square box.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“This is how we recharge the clasps and download their activity,” the MA agent explained.

“Why not make them use the magic of the wearer?” I asked.

The MA agent narrowed his eyes. “Because healing magic is very taxing, and they would likely kill the mage they took magic from.”

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