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“Did she just beat us at our own game?” Lucien asked, still looking at the window.

“She won the battle, but the war is ours,” Zev snapped.

He hated losing.

“I think we’ve underestimated her,” I said, running a hand down my face.

“She is still a Belladonna. Nothing has changed and nothing will,” he growled, walking away from us.

Nothing had changed, but tonight felt completely different, like something had. She was not what I was expecting and that made me nervous because if she could win the hunt, what else did she have up her sleeve?

17

KATARINA

My heart was racing when I made it to my room just after the clock struck four am. I leaned against the door, feeling my body humming with an energy that I hadn’t felt in years. The ache in between my legs was unbearable, making me think of straddling Aeon and his massive frame with his equally massive dick.

Rolling my hips over his erection was a gamble, but I couldn’t help it. His reaction was exactly what I had hoped for, but I wasn’t prepared for the reaction I had to it. It seemed we all loved the chase. Every single time I brushed up against one of them, grabbed or wrestled with one of them, I brushed up against their erections.

My face grew hot as my mind wandered, thinking about being chased, getting caught and fucked senseless against the tree… by all of them.

What was wrong with me?

When I was with Caston, I was never this aroused, and he tried very hard. In the beginning, he had made me feel good, but never like a live wire about to combust. They hadn’t even touched me sexually, but the chase, their scent and them being shirtless, I felt like I needed to get myself off.

With Caston, my purpose was one thing and one thing only, produce an heir. At first, he put effort into us; it gave me hope that maybe being sold to the highest bidder wasn’t the worst thing ever. I always wondered what would have happened if I had produced an heir. Would he have treated me better? Would there have been all of the mistresses?

The question I really wanted answered was, would I still have been shipped here if I had given them an heir? I pushed myself away from the door, hating that my mind instantly went back to thinking about Caston and my family.

Taking off my clothes felt like torture. My skin was still alive, like I had taken a drug, or they had cast a spell on me. I also noticed four scratch marks on my forearm that were probably given to me by Zev when he turned his hand into a claw.

Aeon saved me from an awful injury, but I would never admit, I was grateful for his interference. A bath sounded good to get the dirt off me, hoping that this feeling went away.

I walked into the bathroom, stepping into the tub, savoring the feeling of the hot water. It smelled like lavender, with a hint of vanilla and salt. The smell was soothing, instantly calming my nerves, but no matter how much I wanted to relax, my body was still buzzing.

Before I realized what I was doing, my hand roamed over my body in slow, soft grazes. Up over my legs, across my stomach, up my breast, squeezing them before I moved on to my neck and coming back down. My breathing was quickening, my heart was racing as I touched myself everywhere other than where I needed.

Images of the guys popped into my head, each of them stalking me slowly, as I walked backwards to keep an eye on them, seeing their angry expressions. I clenched my legs, imagining rough sex with them. Hair pulling, biting, and fucking me into Nirvana in between two of them.

My hand trailed down my supple stomach until I reached the apex of my thighs, brushing against my already sensitive clit. The small touch had me gasping, rubbing myself with a little more pressure.

It wasn’t long until I felt the tingle at the base of my spine, picturing Zev fucking me with wild thrusts. I grabbed my breast, rolled my nipple, tugging it, which ignited my orgasm. My body shook as pleasure rolled through me until my clit was too sensitive to continue.

A shiver racked through my body at the intensity of my orgasm, finally feeling relaxed. Embarrassment heated my cheeks as I realized I masturbated to these men who had been nothing but cruel to me. I took a deep breath, thinking there were worse things for me to do than get myself off to them.

My bath was much more enjoyable now that I was relaxed. I almost fell asleep in the endless warm water, but I washed and changed into pajamas. It was the best night’s sleep I had had the entire time here.

* * *

There was no way out.I had spent the last few days checking the perimeter, every nook and cranny, but they had expertly sealed the entire property with the spell . Disappointment made sleep evade me earlier, when all I could do was toss and turn at the thought of being stuck here for ten more months.

I was sitting on the ledge of my window with my legs dangling down, enjoying the small breeze since I couldn’t sleep. Summer was definitely on its way, leading to hotter nights, making me wear fewer clothes to bed.

I was also curious about the guys, hoping to catch a glimpse of them. The guys had been extremely quiet lately, but I still felt them watching me, like they were planning their attack. It had been weird not bumping into them or even hearing them close by.

My intuition was screaming at me that something was going to happen, but I didn’t know what. It seemed like my only option to get out of here was to break the spell. Even that sounded daunting and unattainable.

How was I, a magic-less witch, supposed to break the curse?

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