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Body going taut, veins distending, I bit her lip to taste more of her. She yelped and I manhandled her hands on my wrists, breaking free. My hands went to her ass in a hurried instant and I lifted, withdrawing—

Just as ropes of hot cum launched from my cock to her backside, painting her ass. She stayed in place while I unloaded, trembled, and came to a rest.

My body calmed, my soul sang.

“Gods save me,” I muttered breathlessly.

She stayed on top of me, purring with a chuckle and resting her head contentedly against my neck. “Was that everything you dreamed of having again, Magnus Feldraug?”

“I only made you come once, judging by your tightening around me.”

She laughed lightly in my ear. “Is that a failure in your eyes?”

I nodded gravely against her cheek. “Next time I will accept no less than three climaxes.”

Her head lifted, an impressed pout on her face. “I’ll hold you to it, bloodrender.”

A smirk bit at the corners of my lips, and she kissed me before I could finish smiling. Our lips melded together and we sank into each other, content.

Then, a moment later, she said, “Now then. Enough fun. Tell me why you’ve been drained—and I don’t mean your cum, you filthy bloodsucker.”

Chapter 24

Ravinica

I COULDN’T BELIEVEwhat I’d just done. I would have felt bad about lulling him into a false sense of security—seducing Magnus—if it hadn’t felt so damn good.

Our bodies were meant for each other. The way my curled body fit into his after our hazy affair was like a puzzle piece perfectly slotting onto the board. I nuzzled my face against his chin, all but cooing for attention.

These damned men turned me into a sopping mess. They lit a fire inside me that burgeoned like an inferno and couldn’t be put out.

Our first time together, in Mimir Tomes, Magnus Feldraug had absolutely demolished me. It had been the most primal, ravenous sex of my short life, both of us needy and greedy for each other.

He and Grim had awoken my sexual renaissance, and now there was no putting the lid back on the bottle. I was never satisfied, and just wantedmorefrom them.

It was only fair I wore Magnus out this time, like he’d done the first time with me, leaving me a panting, addled heap on the floor. For Freya’s sake, I rememberedlappingspilled wine off the floor like a damned animal, while he slammed into me from behind.

Now, I was the animal. And he knew it. Pinning him beneath me, surrounding his cock in the warm pillows of my thighs,bringing him close to orgasm before planting myself on his length . . . these were all things I never would have imagined or had the audacity to do if he hadn’t stirred this side of me to life in the first place.

I was so glad to have him back.

But now, sadly, it was business time. Notrepeatbusiness time, to continue our frolicking, butactualbusiness time.

Splendid silence fell over us for a moment, burrowing deeper into each other. With my head on his chest, I could hear the thudding of his heart, showing me that Magnus was not a “dead man,” or undead, in the ways people thought.

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