Page 12 of Cursed

It makes me realize just how powerful these males are. They are powerhouses in their elements—a vampire with a water affinity and a dragon fire-mage.

The floating orb hovers over my head.

I wince, expecting it to come crashing down. “Are you going to water bomb me?” But I laugh, because it would be a funny prank.

“Not yet,” Rourke says with a smile in his voice. He holds his hand over his head, a foot or two from the water. Fire spills from his palm, streaming upward, encircling the water like a snake wraps around its prey. A bit of steam rises from the bubble of water. Then the liquid moves in a circle, creating a donut shape. The flames move to its center and separate from Rourke’s hand.

Their magic is dancing together.

Branden guides the water downward, so it’s over my upturned face. With a flick of his hand, perfectly warmed water separates from the flame and splashes over my chest, but instead of falling and slipping to the floor, it clings to me. Water fondles my breasts, swirling over my erect nipples.

“May I?” Rourke asks, reaching his hands out and moving closer behind me.

“I… guess so?” My voice is filled with awe and a touch of nervousness. I have no idea what their next trick will be. But I’m willing to play along since I like this version of Rourke.

Rourke’s fingers skim my flesh and brush back my hair, revealing my neck… The spot where Branden claimed me is only an inch or so higher than the spot where Rourke’s teeth had grazed when the mate bond almost made him bite me. His lush lips caress my invisible link to Branden. “Goddess, you are so fucking gorgeous. And I’m such an idiot,” he murmurs.

He sounds broken. I suppose he is.

“Shut up and make her feel good,” Branden suggests…firmly.

Rourke nuzzles where my neck and head meet and breathes me in. “Why do you smell like perfection?”

I giggle. I doubt very much I smell likeperfection—whatever the hell that smells like—but I don’t argue. I’m starting to enjoy the idea of compliments, no matter how ridiculous.

His hands heat, not uncomfortably so, but close. He trails them down my shoulders and arms, warming me in the drafty lair’s open shower stall. Then he moves to cup my breasts but doesn’t quite make contact. Branden’s magic guides the water to swirl over Rourke’s hands, heating it, then sliding over my skin. It feels like the strangest whirlpool bath.

Rourke moves his hand down, over my belly and then between my legs.

The anticipation of having his hands on my sex drives my mate bond and libido wild. No matter how much I wish he wasn’t my mate at times, my body and soul never gets the message.

I want my dragon. I want his knot locked deep inside of me. I need to feel his teeth sink into my flesh, claiming me.

But for now? I’ll settle for…whatever this is... until I know I can truly trust him.

Moving my legs apart to make room for Rourke’s large hand, he graces me with his warmth, and the water follows.

Branden hums, and the water vibrates over my tender lips and clit.

Holy shipwrecks.

This feels like a water toy pulsating over my sex.

As I gasp at the glorious sensation, the guys chuckle.

“Our mate likes this.” Branden leans in and kisses me slowly and passionately.

My own water, my blood, resonates with him and what he’s doing to me. We’re on the same frequency. Any doubts about his feelings drown with what I feel through our bond.

I even feel Rourke there… in the background of Branden’s mating bond. They are connected… emotionally bonded, even if they do not have the marks to prove it.

Then I wonder…What will it feel like when I claim them all?

“Hey, love?” Branden calls to me gently. “You are getting lost in thought again. Remain here with us a bit longer, alright? We want to make you feel good.”

“You’ve already been making me feel good.” I grin. “What if I return the favor?”

With my thought and intention, the water swirling over my breasts slips down my arms and over my hands.

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