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“And me?” Titus growled in my ear.

I twisted back to look at him and didn’t bother to bite back a groan as Valen added a third finger to his thrusts.

I couldn’t ask for it.

“I know what she wants,” Bastian said with a dark chuckle as his fingers moved over my clit. Valen’s movements stretched my aching pussy as they drove me closer to the edge.

“She has to ask,” Titus growled, but the pale green smoke of his magic wound around my torso and crept over my breasts. Cold and sinuous.

Yes. That was what I wanted.

“I want you to fuck me,” I moaned. “All of you.”

“How?” he urged.

I was desperate to cum, and my hips bucked as a jolt of pleasure shot through me.

“Lift me up—”

“You know what she wants,” Bastian said hoarsely, “give it to her.”

His pale eyes glittered with lust, and I could see the hard outline of his cock against his jeans.

Valen’s thrusting fingers never slowed in their rhythm, and Bastian rubbed my clit in quick, tight circles and my orgasm drew closer as Titus’ magic wound around me.

“Fine,” Titus hissed.

I let out a cry of frustration as Valen and Bastian abandoned their duties and left me quivering on the edge of release.

Valen pushed his fingers into his mouth and kept his eyes on mine as he licked them clean.

My pussy throbbed, aching to be filled as Titus’ magic wrapped around my limbs and bore me aloft.

I floated just off the bed, bound by his magic.

This had once been a torture I’d fought against. But now I relished the feel of his magic as it burned and caressed my skin and drove my pleasure higher.

A tendril wound around my throat and squeezed gently—not with malice, but with another intent.

I moaned as the pale green smoke slid down over my breasts and between my thighs to move against my swollen flesh. Teasing and tormenting with every second that passed.

I watched my stepbrothers with hungry eyes as they undressed and threw their clothes aside.

Whoever was naked first—

Titus.

Of course.

He never wanted to wait.

His magic responded to a flick of his fingers and my legs were spread wider apart, almost painfully, exposing me to them in ways that should have made me cry out in shame and horror.

But I wanted this.

Wanted them.

My magic flexed and coiled inside me, aching to lash out, but instead they stoked the flames of my lust even higher.

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