Page 30 of Magic Hunted
I tilted on an emotional edge. Fighting them, fighting the magic, clawing on a precipice because if I fell, I’d take them down with me. My panther rose, her nose lifting and twitching. A growl of need vibrated from her to me, the feline calling for her mates.
“You feel her, don’t you? Your animal knows she wants us. Let her guide you,” Ashir said.
Our animals were created from magic and I didn’t trust any magic. Magic only destroyed. I had to fight it. Had to…Savvas suckled my neck and my mind splintered. He laved my sensitive skin, his breath washing over my neck as his fingers skated along my waist.
Their touches were gentle. Sweet. Tempting. Savvas palmed my beaded nipple over the thin material of my dress, sending a streak of fire straight to the throbbing place between my legs and gods how I wanted them. How I’d always wanted them even before I’d met them.
I moaned into Ashir’s mouth as Savvas’ licked a trail down my neck and over my shoulder, reveling in their touches. I gasped when he sucked my breast into his mouth and flicked my nipple with his tongue. My fingers caught in Ashir’s long locs. I needed to feel his skin against mine. Needed him to ease the burn of magic simmering under my skin. Dias’ palm slid up my thigh, inching higher to where I throbbed to be touched.
“Please…” I groaned. I pressed my thighs together to try ad ease the pressure, but it only made it worse because I trapped Dias’ fingers where they grazed my sex. My clit throbbed and my core swelled. I writhed in Ashir’s lap, chasing an elusive peak and squirming for release.
“What do you want, my mate?” Dias said.
“I…”
“Tell us and we’ll ease you. Let us know what you want. We have to hear the words, my heart,” Savvas said.
“I…” I knew what I wanted. Now that I’d kissed them, had tasted their touch and their souls, there was only one answer.
I need them. All of them. And I’ll take them any way I can.
I tipped over the edge, pushed there by the insane longing that had dogged my every thought. I wasn’t Haera, the slave, the spy, the sacrifice. I was Haera the panther shifter and she wanted her mates. My body burned for them.All of them,but I didn’t have all of them. A piece was missing. The barrier warped and trembled. Three soul-lights weren’t enough to smash it apart. I needed something more. Something that I needed to be complete.
“Please…” I gasped, my mind nothing but a spinning haze.
Ashir’s kiss was urgent. Savvas pushed my dress up over my hips to my chest, baring my breasts. He bent to them, teasing, suckling, licking. Dias slid his fingers through my slippery folds, sending pulses of sensation streaking through me.
“So wet for us, our precious mate,” Ashir whispered. “Feel her, brothers. Feel how ready our mate is for us.”
Savvas palmed one breast while he suckled the other. Dias’s finger slipped through my wet heat and found my entrance. No one had ever touched me so intimately. I didn’t know it could feel so good, but that could be because it was him touching me. Only him.
I groaned as his finger sank into me, stretching me, stirring delicious sensations deep inside me. My gut tensed, seeking something just out of reach. A thumb twirled around my clit. I broke from our kiss to see Savvas stroking me there. The erotic sight of my mates pleasuring me made my muscles clench.
“I know what you need. Come, my heart,” Savvas rasped.
Again Dias slid his finger inside me as Savvas tweaked my nipple. Ashir cupped my neck, holding me in place as he devoured my mouth. Bliss ran through me and I fractured. I soared, floating in bliss. I’d climaxed by own my hand before, but never like this. Never so high or so hot.
“Do you feel better now, little mate? Is the pain gone?” Ashir kissed my temple and that was enough to make me crash back down to reality. Everything chilled and the haze in my mind vanished.
I moved to curl against Ashir. To seek his comfort, but I had no right to take any comfort from any of them. No right to ask anything from them. Bonding had already taken away my family, and it would also take my mates if I couldn’t stop it from forming. Only now I understood what I would miss out on. What I never had any right to have.
Chapter Sixteen
“I’m sorry…so sorry.” I scrambled to my feet, fighting against Ashir’s reluctant hold and shoved my dress over my thighs. I crossed to the far side of the room, which wasn’t far enough to fight the pull to put myself back in the circle of their bodies.
Ashir’s brow creased. “What do you have to be sorry for, my mate?”
“What do I have to besorry for?” I repeated his words. I spun around, chest tight and fighting thin air. “Now you know that our bond is used for the grimoire, you shouldn’twantto touch me.”
“Hold you? Comfort you? Bring you pleasure when you need it?” Dias said.
“None of it. All of it. I…just…keep away.” I shook my head, driving both hands through my hair, trying to push my panther back to a place deep inside so I didn’t cave in.
“We can’t keep away. Not when we feel your pain like it’s our own.” Savvas approached me.
“Stay back!” I held out my hand to ward him off. He stopped but tension ran through his body and his hand clenched and unclenched at his thick thighs and I knew more than ever that making the bond disappear was more urgent than ever.
“I just keep making this worse for everyone. I should have been strong enough to stop this.” I was exhausted beyond my limits. Tired of fighting them when I wanted to sink into their arms. Tired of pushing against the temptation of our bond. Tired of wanting something that would destroy us all.
