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Cry out when she comes?

Would her hands tighten in my hair as I fucked her with my mouth? My tongue?

I move my hand even faster as my release builds inside of me. It’s easy to imagine, fucking her, because it’s all I’ve been doing since the moment I saw her bloodied in that alleyway.

Sick bastard that I am, I jerked off that very night. And every fucking night since.

I cover the head of my cock with my free hand and come hard, the warm spray hitting my palm. Breathing raggedly, I let my head fall back and stare up at the ceiling.

Imagination is all I have because Liv is out of the question.

Even a single touch would undo everything I’ve worked my ass off to build. And if I let myself believe she might be worth that, I’ve already lost.

Chapter6

Liv

Screams rip me from sleep. I open my eyes at the same moment my door is thrown open. Harriss bursts in, shirtless. “Get up, girl! Can you not smell the smoke?”

Still dazed, I throw my comforter off and roll out of bed. On my first deep breath, the smoke hits me. “What is happening?”

Harriss grips my arm and rips me toward the empty hall. Our bare feet pad softly against the thin carpeting. He rips the door open, and smoke billows out into our faces. “Here.” He reaches into his pocket and hands me a cloth, pulling a second out and pressing it to his nose.

Still holding my hand with his free one, he drags me down the stairs. It’s so thick down here, so potent I can barely see.

We make it to the bottom and emerge into complete and total chaos.

The Ringmaster, chest bare, is holding his hands out, palms forward. Magic pours from him and surrounds the flames as though he’s trying to control them.

Apollo is above, dropping water from a bucket as he flies by. Valentina is doing the same, her skin gleaming with sweat. Fiona, the three members of the Ringmaster’s security team, Thomas, Silva, and Ghrunt all have hoses. A woman I’ve never seen before has both palms aimed at the flames, water pouring from them.Water fae.

Harriss rips me closer to the exit and pulls me out into the courtyard. As soon as we’re free of the Big Top, we both drop our cloths and take deep breaths.

“What the hell happened?”

“Liv! Thank goodness!” Jenny rushes over and wraps both arms around me in a quick hug. “We don’t know what happened. The Ringmaster sent Harriss to get us.” She turns to the djinn, who is standing, hands on his hips, staring back at the fire. His pale eyes are narrowed, his broad chest bare and lightly dusted with hair.

I get it now, what Fiona said, even if this moment is not the best time to be appreciating the way her ex looks beneath his robes.

“Did you see anything?” I question Harriss.

He turns toward me and shakes his head. “Nothing of substance.” Since the djinn’s visions rarely come when they are needed, it’s not a surprise.

Someone screams…I rush toward the entrance, but Harriss moves in front of me.

“Where the hell are you going? I was told to get you out.”

“I can help.”

“How?”

I glare at him. “My magic is not useless. I can help hold the flames in place.”

He opens his mouth to argue, but I move past him anyway, and this time, he doesn’t make a move to stop me. I burst inside, and the Ringmaster glances over at me. Our gazes meet as I sprint toward him, eyes burning from the smoke.

His skin is slick with sweat, face covered in ash.

Calling forth my magic, I turn toward the flames and envision the wind wrapping around them. I feel it pouring from me, energy leaving my body as it envelops the flames. It’s not nearly strong enough to completely put them out, but combined with the Ringmaster’s control of flames, the fire begins to shrink, growing smaller and smaller with each passing moment.

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