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I didn’t need him to beg. I wanted him inside me.

The head of his cock was at my entrance, and he lifted his hips to force me to take him.

But I lowered myself onto him in one swift motion and bit back a scream as he filled me, stretching me to the point of pain—but it wasn’t pain I felt.

It was something else entirely.

Something raw and desperate that matched the dark cadence of the grimoire’s whispers in the back of my mind.

I braced my hands on Valen’s broad chest as I leaned forward and lifted myself off of him and slid back down again. The first few strokes were slow as my body stretched to accommodate his girth and length before I pushed it aside and set a furious pace that left no room for thought or reason.

“Fuck—” Valen gasped. His head fell back and his eyes closed. He fought briefly against the magical restraints that held him and I let out a groan as a tendril of smokey violet magicwound around his throat. It tightened in a subtle rhythm, flexing against his throat while I rode his cock with an intensity that made everything else disappear.

Claiming him the way he and his brothers had claimed me.

It would be so easy to take more of his power—to fill in the weak spots that had been left behind on the bathroom floor…

“Avril—” his voice was hoarse as he opened his eyes and looked at me through heavy lids.

I lifted one hand from his chest and pressed my fingers against my clit, rubbing hard as his cock pistoned into me.

“Yes, little bird—” The words were a growl as his hips surged up to meet mine. “I want to feel you come—”

My head fell back as my pussy clenched around Valen’s cock and a ragged cry tore from my throat.

He thrust upwards, breathless as he strained toward his inevitable orgasm, and I let the bonds of my magic fall away.

The moment he was free, he gripped my hips desperately and he drove himself up into me with brutal urgency.

The second he touched me, my climax broke—jagged and violent.

His release followed mine with brutal intensity.

“Avril—fuck!”

My magic threaded through him and pulled every ounce of pleasure from his body before the world exploded white and everything.

Went.

Blank.

The grimoire’schuckle woke me.

My eyes darted open, and I stiffened at the possessive weight of Valen’s arm draped across my waist. His breathing was even with the rhythm of sleep, and I carefully turned beneath his embrace to study his face in the cloud-shadowed moonlight.

Even asleep, he looked troubled—brows furrowed, lips parted as though he were about to argue with someone in his dream.

Did he dream?

What violent and cursed visions haunted my stepbrothers in their sleep?

I reached up to touch his face, but stopped myself before I grazed his cheekbone.

The touch would wake him… Would make everything real again…

Deep in my mind, the grimoire coiled around my thoughts.

What had happened before—

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