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Falling in line opposite me, he caught my knee, lifting it to his hip, hooking his arm beneath it. My quads protested as he lifted my knee higher, inching it to his shoulder.

“Fuck, Castor. I don’t think…” I whimpered, rising to my tiptoes as he unfolded my leg, stretching it to maximum capacity, leaning it on his torso.

“Breathe into the pain, Sorceress.” He pushed me to my limit as he squatted to lower his dick to my entrance. “That’s it. Take it for Daddy.” His deep, guttural exhalation revved my pussy up for the next round, while he tormented the rest of my body.

The bite in my leg eased from his lowered stance. His hand closed around my hips to steady me as his cock speared me and rocked my body backward. Daddy didn’t let me go as he drove into me, flexing my muscles, and testing my limits. Pain registered as heat and the beginning of pleasure, the fire spreading from my thighs to my feet and into my upper body.

His need to satisfy me hummed along our bond.

“Good, girl, Sorceress.” His praise burned like fuel on my skin. “Who do you belong to?”

I was his to touch, train, and punish.

“Yours, Daddy,” I panted. “Always yours.”

Heat washed along my back from the strain of him stretching me as far as possible. “So lovely and voluptuous, and all mine. I should have done this last month. I was an idiot.”

He lowered my leg and leaned me backward, bending forward, his teeth latching onto my nipples, biting hard enough to leave marks and redness. Shock pulsed through me at his claiming. When my other mates claimed me, they bit my neck or shoulder, but he bit me where he knew I felt pain and pleasure, marking me in Daddy’s special way.

I cried out from pain, the sting and heat morphing into a pleasurable burn.

He withdrew and cupped my breast, massaging to ease the sting. “Now, you’re finally mine.”

“Fuck, Daddy, yes! Brand me again.” I wanted to be his. For there to be no doubt about it. Before he changed his mind.

I arched my back, groaning with pleasure as he repeated it on my left breast. Twice the marks, twice the pain. Triple the pleasure.

Daddy never gave me more than I could handle. I knew I was in good hands with him. Trusted he would only hurt me enough to torture me with sweet pleasure. This was why I surrendered to him. Let him command my body as only he knew how. No one fucked like Daddy. No one owned me completely, and no one ever would.

CHAPTER16

Castor

I movedto the door to see my woman out when Bones burst into the room with a parcel. “This came for you, VP.”

An envelope with a stamp titled Air Hermes. Ah, Mads. Full of surprises. Hopefully, the parcel contained a lead on the curse between our gods.

“Thanks.” I took it off Bones’ hands, closing the door, wanting my woman with me while I explored the package. “This is the lead Mads promised.”

Aaliyah clasped her hands together as if praying.

I scratched open the packet, telling Aaliyah, “A while back, I read that a priest cast a dark magick spell on Osiris, earning the god’s ire and his murder by an Isis devotee. Conveniently, the spell is tied to his bones, and his name was erased from the book, so I wasn’t able to track down his tomb.”

Hope bloomed in my woman’s bond that we could break the curse. I wanted to be the one to free her, let her be close with Zethan.

Intellect, science, and magick were gifted to me by Thoth to solve the world’s mysteries, and the task of unbinding our gods fell to me. Conviction died every time I failed them, and over the years, I lost count of how many spells I tried. How many books I read cover to finish. How many witches I sought out for grimoires not in the possession of Thoth’s library.

The fucker who cast this spell over us pissed me off, made me look incompetent when I had information at my fingertips and failed to crack the hardest puzzle.

Dread coiled in my stomach that the rest of us might lose her in the process, since she rightfully belonged to Zethan as her true mate. Selfish and demanding, I was a bastard for too long, avoiding breaking the curse out of my own insecurities. I couldn’t keep punishing them both for the rest of their lives.

What was the Albert Schweitzer quote?

If you love something,let it go. If it comes back to you, it's yours. If it doesn’t, it never was.

Time to test that theory,and if our love was true or a ruse of the curse and mate bond connecting us as much as it would kill me to find out her feelings for us evaporated once I ended the curse.

That said, I didn’t want to give her false hope when this might be another dead end, and as I slid out the papers, I paused to mention, “I don’t want to get your hopes up, Sorceress. I’ve encountered hundreds of dead ends in my investigations.” I left off the part about starting pre-Liz’s death when Aaliyah prickled at the mention of our previous mate.

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