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Still she had to fight not to lick her lips. Ferrin was sex personified, and she couldn’t help the way her inner muscles clenched around Dorand. He grunted softly, and slipped his right hand around to her front so his thumb could stroke her clit. He clearly wasn’t embarrassed to have an audience, which surprised her. Amiantos weren’t known for their kink factor.

“I don’t think we need to ask her questions just now, brother,” Dorand said. Aleeza watched the two men’s eyes meet. Something passed between them, some communication she couldn’t understand even if she tried.

Which she didn’t because Dorand’s solid thickness inside her was quickly driving her back to a place where nothing else mattered. Her muscles twitched. Neither of them moved, but there could be no mistaking the pressure building inside her. Her pussy burned. She wanted to move, to lift herself up and slide back down the glorious length of his cock. Every nerve ending in her body felt alive, itching with need, but she didn’t dare allow herself to do so much as shift her hold on his shoulders.

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with one of them buried inside her. Surely this couldn’t be normal.Was sex really this addictive? Surely she couldn’t be so completely shameless.

But she was. It was all she could do to keep still despite the rising tension in her muscles. She tensed her thighs, trying desperately not to start riding him the way she wanted to. Her back ached from being kept still, her fingernails dug into her palms.

Power rose in her pelvis. Her body started glowing again, and her embarrassment started to fade as she fought not to move, not to explode. She was sure they could both see her agony but couldn’t decide which was worse to share with these men—her agony or her abandon.

Soon she didn’t have a choice.

Dorand said something else, quietly, but she couldn’t seem to pay attention to his words as her pelvis flooded with heat and her muscles tightened in preparation for another amazing orgasm. This couldn’t be happening. They weren’t even moving.

“Aleeza.” Ferrin’s voice cut through her thoughts and she turned her head to him without thinking, shifting her weight. That one small movement made Dorand’s cock twitch inside her, and the friction from that tiny change sent shockwaves through her system. There was nowhere else for the power to go, and now it was Ferrin’s eyes into which she looked while she came, his impassive face that watched as her body flooded with a pleasure.

Aleeza felt her face twist with the violence of her orgasm, but her eyes stayed open.

She couldn’t tear her gaze away from him, even when Dorand groaned and his cock began to pulse inside her.

Ferrin waited until she stopped trembling before he spoke. “You might want to get off my brother if you don’t want that to keep happening. Although I’d like to see it again.”

“You’re an—”

“Ferrin.”

So that
was
his name, an answer that spawned another batch of questions. She’d never read anyone’s mind, never had the slightest inkling that telepathic power was within her grasp. She’d obviously gotten more than she bargained for when she lay down on the earth and spoke the ancient spell. She shivered as she wondered what other surprises might be in store. If she knew the nature of magic, not all of them would be welcome.

“I don’t think our little witch is used to this sort of thing,” Dorand continued.

“Maybe you could turn your back and let her get dressed?”

Little witch? Who the hell did he think he was? And why did she find his diminishing endearment strangely exciting?

Ferrin grinned. Damn it, she still found him sexy as well and couldn’t help returning the grin. It was so…approving. Like he knew what she felt and was telling her not to worry. “Do I have to?” he said. “Can’t I even watch her bend over to pick up her clothes?”

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“No, you may
not
,” Aleeza said, with a glare she didn’t really feel. Ferrin sighed heavily and turned around. She noticed the view of his back pleased her just as much as the view of his front although without the undeniable attraction of his cock.

“If you don’t get off me,” Dorand whispered in her ear, his breath against her skin making her shiver, “I can’t be responsible for what I’ll do. Or what Ferrin will do when he sees it. So unless you want both of us right now, it’s best for you to get dressed.”

What had she walked into this night? Two men throbbing with power, brimming with sexual energy. Two men obviously comfortable with their sexuality together. She wondered if those images she’d received in her head were her own wild imagination after all, or if she’d read them with her newfound power.

Dorand kissed her throat. “I’m not joking,” he said, pulling her hips forward.

Aleeza hovered on the edge of indecision. Modesty and some vague sense that most women would have said no to sex with two strange men at once made her detach herself and stand up.

“Damn,” Ferrin said, his back still turned. “I got my hopes up for nothing.”

“You poor thing.” She reached out and patted his shoulder. Her hand froze. Ferrin, too, crawled with death magic. What had they been doing here in these woods?

Something else made her shiver as well. Ferrin was not Amiantos. He used Amiantos magic—she could feel it on him—but something inside this man was older, darker than Dorand’s people. It was something that made her heart race, but whether it was from fear or excitement she couldn’t quite decide.

But wouldn’t it be fun to find out?

“What are you?” she asked without thinking, responding to the quiet hiss in her mind. Wherever that thought had come from, it hadn’t been her own subconscious, no matter that she might have wondered the same thing herself given time to consider her options with this dark, handsome man.

Ferrin’s breath caught. He turned to her, and she caught one glimpse of the fear in his eyes before he blinked. The fear was gone. Instead, he gave her a slow smile. “Want to find out?” He reached for her, pulling her to him.

Aleeza gasped. The same kindness, goodness Dorand possessed was evident in Ferrin’s aura, in his soul. But she hadn’t been wrong. Something else lurked inside him, something that made her insides spasm with pure, terrifying desire. She’d come just from having Dorand’s cock resting inside her. She thought she might be able to do it again simply from looking into the depths of this man’s eyes.

“I can’t—” she started to say, but the noise drove all thoughts from her head, sent her flying to the ground with Ferrin’s warm body on top of hers.

No matter what sort of magic was being performed in the woods tonight, it shouldn’t cause explosions.

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preoccupied with her sexual desire she hadn’t even noticed someone, probably a human, setting off a bomb. This wouldn’t be the first time a group of right-wingers had taken to the woods for a little illegal witch hunting. Nor would it be the first time the human authorities would show up too late to save some innocent witch’s life. Time to get out of here, and fast.

Ferrin helped her up. “Are you okay?”

She nodded.

The two men exchanged another glance.

“I’ll stay.” Dorand nodded.

“I’ll be fine,” Aleeza said quickly. “Really. You guys go. I’ll get dressed and come right after you.”

“No, you should stay here, it isn’t safe—”

Dorand was interrupted by another explosion, the fire glowing red-orange in the forest before blinking out. Whether it was a bunch of kids pulling a prank or something more serious, she didn’t want to stick around to find out. Her two knights in shining armor could rush off to the rescue. She’d get her ass out of Dodge and live to see tomorrow. It was the Gunera way. Save your own skin first, then the skin of your coven mates. The rest of the witches could fend for themselves, just as they’d always left the Gunera to do the same.

“Go!” she shouted, relieved to see both of them rush from the clearing.

It was time to get her clothes on and get the hell out of here before they started asking questions she didn’t want to answer…or before she took them up on their offer and let them both screw her senseless.

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Raven smiled as she picked up her bag and once again became one with the shadows, heading back to her car. Fireworks. Who would have thought such a mundane thing could be so useful to a witch? It only confirmed her belief that a girl should never clean out her trunk. You never knew when leftovers from last year’s Beltane celebration might come in handy for creating a distraction.

In a way, she was sorry to have created one at all. Watching her cousin and that Amiantos had been incredibly exciting. Watching her cousin and both of the men…now that would have made this damned trip into the woods even more worthwhile.

Raven had no doubt it would have come to that. If Aleeza’s desperation had led her all the way out here to perform forbidden magic, it surely would have led her to take two men at once. Gavyn’s little golden girl, the biggest wage earner for Gunera Bounty, had indulged in magic too gray even for their coven leader’s infamously suspect tastes.

And Raven was the only one who knew about it. What an interesting situation.

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She threw the bag of fireworks into the passenger seat of her car and turned on the ignition. Kali would be thrilled to hear about this. The only missing piece…a Gunera witch able to be fully penetrated by a non-Amiantos man…

Now they had it.

Raven shivered as she pulled out onto the rural road that led back to the highway, her nipples growing rock hard against her thin t-shirt. She was going to have to work hard to keep from speeding all the way back to Savior City. Just thinking about how Kali would reward her for her job well done made her pussy gush into her simple cotton panties. She’d worn pink ones tonight, with a little bow at the front.

Kali loved it when she played up the innocent little girl routine.

She was going to flip when she saw Raven’s simple t-shirt and demure little skirt.

Raven had even gone the extra mile and pulled her shoulder-length blonde hair into two braids. Kali loved to fist a braid in each hand, wrenching Raven’s head back until it was nearly impossible to breathe, as she fucked her from behind.

Despite what she’d seen in the grove, Raven would still swear that Kali’s dildo was every bit as good as the real thing. With each night they spent together, Raven became more and more certain that she would die if she were to lose favor with the woman who had once been nothing but a barely tolerated roommate. But that was before she’d known the wicked skill of Kali’s tongue between her legs, or the pleasure-pain of Kali’s teeth raking over her nipples as her lover slid a double-shafted vibrator into her pussy and ass.

Raven hadn’t been sure initially if she would enjoy Kali’s brand of kink, but she’d been so desperate for release that she’d leapt at each opportunity Kali offered to “help her get around the damned Gunera curse”. A year ago that had meant a weekly blood donation in exchange for a spell that allowed Raven to find release in her own hand. A few months after that, she’d taken to spying on other members of her coven in exchange for a night with Kali in her bed.

After that, she’d agreed to anything, given in to every demand so long as it meant she would spend another night with her dark goddess. Raven knew she’d gladly sell her soul in exchange for the way Kali made her feel, the way she worked her body and her mind, withholding pleasure until it became pain, then agony and finally pleasure again. The power of her release after their sessions was the most intense feeling Raven had ever known. It was love, hate, lust, contempt and a little bit of torture, all wrapped up in the most extreme magical high.

“Better than cock any day,” she whispered, something in her voice making her shiver. She rolled up the windows, cold for the first time that night despite the chilly autumn temperatures.

Was it really better than the real thing? She would never know because Kali wasn’t strong enough to break the Gunera curse, only work around it. Raven still couldn’t have sex with a man, only members of her own sex. What would it feel like for a real man—a man like that big guy in the grove or even the smaller, darker one—to shove his cock 39

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between her legs? What would it be like to feel hard muscle, coarse hair, rubbing against her breasts instead of Kali’s soft, pliant skin? What would it feel like for the shaft working inside her cunt to swell, thicken, spill its seed inside her, growing limp with sated lust?

She would never know, not without marrying some damn Amiantos. But Aleeza did, and it made her hate her cousin even more.

“As if I needed another reason.” Raven pulled onto the highway and smashed her small, Keds-covered foot down onto the accelerator.

Let some human cop pull her over—she was always able to talk her way out of a ticket or worse. She’d bat her big baby blues and be on her way in no time. On her way home to the woman of her dreams with the last ingredient for Kali’s spell as well as the juicy gossip that they might not even need the damned thing. Just as Kali had planned, Aleeza had done the work for them. She was curse-free, and ready to conceive.

Kali’s hard work had paid off. Now she just had to sit back and enjoy the ride with Raven by her side. The demon had promised he would take care of everything else.

Once the vessel was in place, the rest would be gravy.

“It’s all over but the crying,” Raven said, turning up the volume on the radio and ignoring the voice inside her head that warned of trusting demon promises.

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