Page 153 of Cursed

“Come for us, Avril,” Valen murmured. His fingers moved faster, savagely pushing me closer and closer to the edge.

Bastian’s hand strummed my clit in rhythm with Valen’s thrusts.

“Come for us,” Bastian echoed. His voice was breathless—rough and possessive with lust.

“Gods—”

My climax broke over me without warning and I gripped the edge of the tub and Valen’s forearm as the world blurred and focused. Every inch of my skin was alive with pleasure and pain and everything in between.

Luscious.

Thrilling.

Forbidden.

Bastian’s magic released its hold on my throat and I took a ragged breath as my stepbrothers soothed me. Valen eased his fingers from my pussy and I moaned at the loss of fullness—I wanted to beg him to fill me with his cock… but exhaustion tugged at my limbs as I lay back in the water.

“Good girl,” Bastian murmured.

“Mmm,” was all I could manage.

I wanted to swear at them—curse them—or thank them.

I didn’t know which they deserved more.

Probably all three.

I let out a contented sigh.

The whispers in my mind were finally quiet—an indistinct murmur beneath the thunder of my ebbing climax.

“Stay here,” Valen said. “Relax— We’ll be back.”

I nodded, but couldn’t find any words. Valen and Bastian rose, and I bit back a smile as I noticed Bastian adjust his jeans.

They were both hard.

They both wanted to fuck me.

“Soon,”the whispers in my mind assured me, but even they sounded lazy and sluggish.

I sank down in the water and let it envelop me fully.

Soon.

The water swirled around me,and I tried to imagine that its warmth could seep down into my bones and wash away everything that had happened.

But as I emerged from the haze of my climax and the water chilled—I knew I couldn’t escape it.

Valen, Bastian, and Titus were in my bedroom—I could hear their low voices as they talked… or were they arguing?

I was still vulnerable.

Now that I had shown Lucian that I had mastered the spells in the grimoire, what would stop him from claiming me as his bride?

And how long would I live after the wedding night?

I’d thought that he had wanted me for my innocence.

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