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This time, I don’t stop.

I rip off her bra, my claws cutting through the straps, unable to stand anything between us. I stretch over her back, reaching around to cup her breasts, and I torment them ruthlessly. Only when she is a whimpering mess do I trail one hand lower and find her clit.

Meeting my hard and fast strokes, she orgasms with a scream and claws at the bedding. I grin victoriously and finally allow myself to come. It’s only when my cum leaks from her that mybeast is satisfied. I pull out of her reluctantly, already hard for her again, but I refuse to give in to my baser urges.

I head toward the bathroom, grab a rag, and clean her up.

Though she’s sleepy, I’m nowhere near done with her yet.

Needing the taste of her, I make her come twice more with my mouth before fucking her one last time with my cock. She’s asleep before I even pull out, the last orgasm exhausting her. I clean her one last time, then crawl back into bed and wrap her up in the safety of my arms.

My fingers trace the detailed tattoo burned into her shoulder, the image of a planchette a stark reminder of how I almost lost her from my own stupidity. I kiss it in apology—a silent promise that I will never take her for granted again.

For the first time since I can remember, I’m able to sleep without nightmares. My grip tightens around the beautiful woman in my arms, and I’m more determined than ever to make sure nothing happens to her again…not giving a shit if the rest of the world needs to burn to ash to do it.

Chapter Forty

RUE

Iwake to the noise of the shower running. With bleary eyes, I stretch, then groan at the delicious ache in my body. Memories of last night rush back to me, and my cheeks heat when I remember waking with Hicks nestled behind me, his cock lodged deep inside me. One of his hands cupped my breast and played with my nipple, while the other stroked my clit.

A mini orgasm is what roused me from my slumber.

His cock burned hot inside me, his cum even hotter, and I could easily become addicted to the way he sets me ablaze. He then proceeded to wring two more orgasms out of me before my body collapsed once more in exhaustion.

I shiver at the way he took me, like a man possessed to stake his claim. Maybe I should be annoyed at him for being so fucking bossy, but I kind of love being able to tease his control until he snaps. Especially when he rewards me—punishesme, if I were to use his words—with more orgasms.

Like, oh no, whatever will I do?

I roll my eyes, but I am unable to stop the smile that curls my lips.

After handling my own orgasms for years, it’s nice to have someone else take control. The whole experience is better with the guys, much more than I ever expected. If anything, the over-the-top romance books I read for research didn’t hype up the sex enough.

Knowing I can’t linger in bed all day, that the guys will descend soon to check on me, I drag myself out from under the warm covers. I smile at the delicious way my body aches, even after using Hicks as a heater all night.

I pull on a robe, debating whether to join Hicks, but decide if I ever want to leave the room today, I better refrain. I glance out the windows…and freeze when I catch sight of a movement on the balcony.

I groan when I see who is waiting for me.

Crystal.

I grimace and slowly back away, hoping to escape her attention. Unfortunately, her head snaps up like a hawk catching sight of a mouse. Not wanting to deal with her bullshit, I debate just leaving. Much to my annoyance, my conscience won’t let me. I’ve been gifted these abilities to help people. If I turn my back on them, it could taint my gift. The last thing I want is more trouble.

Not to mention, I don’t want her to bother Jaceson.

When a person isn’t raised around spirits, they can be overwhelming. Hearing voices and seeing things that aren’t there can drive a person insane. He needs training on how to handle the spirits before he tries to communicate with them on his own.

The last thing we need is for a pissed off ghost to haunt us for the rest of our lives.

I shudder at the thought, only able to shake off my unease when I recall that I can now banish any troublesome spirits.

I glance over my shoulder at the bathroom door, still able to hear the shower, and decide to handle this without the guys. Knowing she is here will just piss them off. As I step outside, I shiver, but I suspect it has more to do with Crystal than the cold. I cross my arms and glare at the girl who caused me so much trouble. “What do you want?”

Her eyes drop, and I watch as she drags her foot back and forth through the snow, but not even a flake is disturbed by the sweeping movement. She takes a deep breath, which is weird since she doesn’t have a body, but habits are hard to break.

As her gaze lifts, I tighten the robe around me, instinctively seeking protection. Though I’m not afraid of her, I don’t make the mistake of assuming she can’t still hurt me.

If you put me back into my body, I think I can help you, she says. It’s both a plea and a demand.

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