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They would be my salvation. One I was ready to fully embrace.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

“Her fingers just moved,”Daemon murmured against my skin.

A log in the fire fell, illuminating the thatching above as Edmund’s fingers threaded through mine. I welcomed his touch and silently demanded more as his exhale teased my exposed center.

“If I make a mistake again, kick me…send me flying…do whatever you wish,” he said. “When you need me to stop, make the cup rattle again. Now, let us see if we can help you do more than moan and open your eyes.”

I wanted to hug Edmund for realizing what I had—that their touch was the key to lifting the spell. Instead, I focused on the feel of his fingers gripping my thighs and Daemon’s mouth on my breast.

The discipline I’d gained through the endless hours of casting under Garron’s guidance vanished the moment Edmund’s tongue slicked through my folds. Pleasure coursed through me more intensely than ever before, and with it, that tingle of energy under my skin grew. That same energy made it easier for me to feel his desire, which fed my own.

I moaned. Edmund chuckled. The vibrations unmade me. Had my hands been free to move, I would have tangled themin his short hair and demanded more. More licking. More vibrations. More touching.

Daemon’s desire grew as he released my breast and leaned over to meet my gaze as his brother lapped at me.

“I missed the sight of your beautiful blue eyes, Lamb. Keep them open for me, all right?” He tenderly kissed my lips as his fingers trailed over my breasts.

The energy from their combined attention sizzled through me, but it wasn’t enough. Thankfully, Edmund had more to give. His hunger increased as his tongue swirled around the source of my pleasure.

His fingers trailed up my thigh toward where he kissed me. A fingertip breached my opening. Teasing. Testing. He groaned and pressed deeper in one long slide.

The slow penetration pulled another moan from me and the weight of the spell lifted fractionally. Yet the lid covering my well remained firmly in place.

Although Maeve’s spell had layered over the source of my energy, it hadn’t blocked my ability to sense energy. I could still feel it around me; I simply couldn’t directly use it. How, then, could I break this spell?

Edmund distracted me from my thoughts by turning his finger and touching a place inside of me that intensified my growing pleasure. His strokes grew more demanding as his tongue swirled in an increasingly tighter circle around my nub.

The spell rippled inside of me. Small sounds not of my own making emitted from my lips.

Daemon groaned, switching his mouth and hands between my breasts and my neck. Edmund shifted slightly between my legs and withdrew his finger to add a second. The stretch and his hunger fed my desire.

Breath by breath, I climbed higher until I tumbled over the edge with a low moan.

I felt something shift inside of me.

The spell.

I’d forgotten.

Panting, I focused on it instead of the way Edmund kissed my inner thigh as he continued to stroke my insides with two fingers.

The spell was lighter. Much lighter.

“Don’t stop,” I rasped.

Daemon lifted his head to look at me.

“Are you back, Lamb?”

I wasn’t. With the loss of contact, the little energy I’d gained dissipated quickly, and my eyes closed of their own accord.

“She said not to stop, you idiot,” Liam said.

Daemon returned his mouth to my chest. Though it still felt nice, it didn’t evoke the same tingle of energy as before. Neither did Edmund’s touch. They tried to coax a response from me for several more minutes to no avail.

“Perhaps she needs rest,” Daemon said. “And a wash.”

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