Page 102 of Desire

“Edmund,” I managed on an exhale.

“Lamb,” Daemon whispered, replacing his mouth with his hand. “We need you. Please.”

I understood what he wanted. He wasn’t asking for my body but completely committing myself to doing whatever was necessary to free myself, them, and my sister.

“Yes,” I breathed.

He groaned again and tugged me from Edmund’s hold so I lay on my back. My eyes closed at the loss of contact, but I knew they wouldn’t stop what they’d begun when the blanket covering me vanished.

“Not everything, Edmund,” Brandle said softly. “Not when she’s unable to tell you to stop.”

“Not everything,” Edmund agreed.

“Just a taste,” Daemon said before suckling my other breast.

Edmund groaned this time, and I felt him move beside me. His hands caressed down my legs.

“Throw the cup at me if you want me to stop,” he said before hooking his hands behind my knees and lifting them. I didn’t know what he intended until he spread them wide to the sides. I could feel my folds part for his view and struggled with shame and embarrassment for only a moment until I felt his fingers gently caressing my opening.

“So wet already.”

He circled the center of my pleasure with a fingertip, and my eyes opened.

“Brace yourself, Trouble.”

I watched him lean down and kiss me right on that sensitive bundle of nerves. My hips jerked.

“Edmund,” I rasped.

“Break the spell,” he said as he opened his mouth and began kissing that nub the same way that Daemon did my nipple.

The intensity of the pleasure was too much.

Planting my foot on his shoulder, I pushed him away and instantly returned to the spell’s cocoon. Edmund tumbled to his side and grunted while Daemon laughed around my breast. Had I had use of my hands, I would have cuffed him.

“You’re lucky she used her foot and not magic,” Brandle said softly. “Do better or move aside.”

Edmund mumbled something under his breath and settled between my legs again. I paid him little mind, though. Brandle’s words had struck a chord.

Why hadn’t I reacted with magic?

I focused on my well as Edmund kissed my inner thigh and Daemon kissed my neck. Energy tingled through me, and I could feel it gathering within my well, but I couldn’t move the lid to connect with it. The lid was firmly closed, weighted down by the spell that bound me in place.

Fear built behind that barrier, screaming for release. I was so lost in it that I wouldn’t have noticed when Edmund’s attention shifted from my thighs to my folds if not for the influx of energy.

My eyes snapped open. Instead of focusing on the stimulation, I turned my attention to Maeve’s binding spell. It had lifted so minutely that it hardly rose at all, but that tiny space was why I could open my eyes. I attempted to nudge the lid from my well, but it didn’t move. The spell weighed too much. It needed to be higher in order to reach my well. How?

Understanding filled me. The spell lifted with their touch…their sensual touch. And the more they touched me, the more the spell reacted.

I recalled Maeve’s words.

“If you ever wake, no man of worth will ever want you. This, my sweet daughter, will be your greatest fall.”

In the darkness of my mind, I understood what Maeve had done and what her words had meant. I alone could not break the curse. Only the seven men with me could.

Edmund’s tongue swept along my seam, and the spell lightened a bit more. Enough that my fingers twitched.

Maeve thought these men would be my ruin? If I could have laughed, I would have.

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