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Oh my god, I’m definitely going to die from orgasms.

Alexandros cups my jaw, his dark eyes burning into mine.You deserve all of this and more, littleone, he says to only me before speaking aloud. “Perhaps not all in one night, boys.” Then he presses a soft kiss on my forehead and walks out of the room, leaving me alone with the three of them.

Axl looks down at my plate. “Not hungry, princess?”

I shake my head. Not even a little. “Not hungry for cake at least.”

He pushes my plate away and lifts me onto the table so I’m sitting in front of him. Then he edges forward, spreading my thighs apart with his broad shoulders. “Shall I tell you what I’m hungry for?” He flicks his tongue over his fangs, and heat pools between my thighs.

I already know the answer, but I whimper a yes anyway.

One corner of his mouth lifts in a smirk, and he wordlessly pushes me back until I’m lying on the table with the unicorn balloon hovering ominously above me. I let out a giggle that earns me a nip on my thigh.

“How many times do you think we can make her come in one night?” Xavier asks while Axl removes my panties.

I suck in a shuddered breath.

“I dunno. Is there a limit before we have to stop? I mean, burning down the house wise?” Malachi asks.

No. She is more than capable of controlling herself now. There are no limits.The professor’s voice fills our heads and also seals my fate. I am surely going to leave this mortal realm tonight, and I’m not even mad about it. My legs are already trembling violently, and Axl has barely touched me.

“Has anyone ever actually died from an orgasm?” Malachi asks, letting me know I’ve been communicating all my thoughts to them.

Xavier lets out a wicked laugh. “I guess we’ll find out.”

I shoot him a warning glare, but it loses all its heat the second Axl’s mouth meets my flesh. He licks a hot, wet trail along my center that has white-hot pleasure spearing through my core. I cry out, trying to buck my hips, but I’m held down by Xavier and Malachi while their brother feasts on me.

“This is your favorite way to come, right, Cupcake?” Xavier asks.

I press my lips together, screw my eyes closed, and nod furiously as I try to maintain a handle on my powers. The incredible sensations delivered by Axl’s skilled mouth require me to focus. When he flicks his tongue over my clit, I explode like a firework at the stroke of midnight on New Year’s. Quick and fast and electric.

And I smile because I’m in heaven, but also because my powers remained in check with minimal effort on my part. Which is good, considering that was the first of many orgasms tonight. Xavier and Malachi are already arguing about who gets to make me come next, and perhaps I should hate it, but I can’t. Not when I feel their devotion and their loyalty coursing through my veins along with my pleasure.

“Can you feel your legs, princess?”Axl’s low voice drifts into my ears.

I murmur something unintelligible, unable to open my eyes as I lie nestled in a cocoon of their warm bodies. I have no idea how many of their sixty-three orgasms they delivered, having lost count after six. But they ate and fucked and fed on me over and over again until the morning sun broke through the dawn.

Malachi laughs softly, his breath dusting over my shoulder. “I think we broke her.”

“Naw. She’s fucking invincible, aren’t you, Cupcake?”

I smile and murmur my agreement as sleep threatens to take me under, and I let myself fall with the sound of their hushed voices surrounding me. In the comfort and protection of our bond, I know that nothing will ever break this. Nothing will ever break us.

This is home.

Chapter

Twenty-Eight

OPHELIA

“This is the talented young witch I spoke of.” Enora’s voice drifts into the room, and I lift my head from my textbook to see her walking through the open doorway, followed by another woman with flaming-red hair that seems to glow under the strand of lights strung around the room. The latter may be the most striking creature I’ve ever seen. But who is she, and what is she doing here?

“Cadence Callander. Members of her family have attended our school for generations,” Enora adds, gesturing to my friend sitting on the bed opposite me.

Cadence jumps up from the bed and greets her guests. The woman with the red hair gives me a light smile in greeting before she introduces herself to Cadence as an old friend of Enora’s, but she doesn’t reveal her name. I go back to my book—or at least pretend to. My innate curiosity won’t allow me to not listen while they discuss Cadence’s family and her dreams of becoming a professor at Montridge herself one day.

They go on chatting openly like I’m not even here, and while some people might find that impolite, I quite enjoy fading into the background. Especially after having been able to do so little of that these past few weeks. It feels like I’m always the object of someone’s attention lately, and while I mostly love it, I sometimes miss being able to disappear without anyone noticing I’m gone. It’s why I enjoy visiting Silver Vale so much. Here, I am simply Ophelia. Not Ophelia, the only elementai in existence who is likely to soon bring about the apocalypse.

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