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  “What is it?” he said, staring down at her with concern beneath the barely contained lust in his eyes.

  But the second he stopped moving against her, the sensation subsided and her elation along with it. “N-nothing. I thought … Never mind.”

  “You thought it was starting. It will be obvious when it does, love. A simple orgasm won’t ease the ache. You’ll need to be fucked by a male to find relief. What did you feel?”

  Her heart still pounded so hard she had trouble catching her breath. “An ache … like pain but nice, if that makes sense. Like a muscle that’s been overworked and needs a good hard massage.”

  “Hmm, that’s just your body’s way of telling you it wants to come.” He grinned down at her and leaned back a little farther, letting his big hand drift down her side, idly grazing her nipple with his thumb as he went. He dipped his hand lower, sliding it between her thighs and spreading her folds open with two fingers, careful not to touch her clit directly. His gaze darkened and he glanced down. “You’re a lake down here,” he said.

  “You do that to me, I guess,” she said on panting breaths. “Isn’t that where the magic comes from, though? When it does happen … when I have access to the power of the Source?” Her voice trembled with need as he stroked her slick lips and grazed his fingertips around her opening.

  “You’re the one who knows the spell, my love. The way you described it, I believe that yes, your juices are the key. The amrita you release when you find your Nirvana will be summoned from the Source itself.”

  It made sense, considering all her other spells were powered from that desire. She’d never been entirely certain where the power originated, but she sensed its buildup even now and inadvertently let a measure of it surge from her hands. Deep green vines webbed the wood block of the counter she sat on, and tiny leaves of ivy erupted from little shoots along the surface. The ache in her core subsided, only to rise once more when he slicked his fingertips up to her clit again and swirled them in a slow circle while shaking his head and giving her a disappointed look.

  “No magic, Vrishti. Keep it inside until you feel like you’ll explode. That’s how this works—how we force your estrous to the surface.”

  His fingertips tormented her, one slowly dipping deeper into her core, pushing past her tight opening. His finger was thicker than hers, the stretch even more exquisite than it felt when she’d touched herself, and her muscles clenched around him, grasping and aching for more friction. His attention remained focused on her entrance and the slick, glistening folds that his finger slowly disappeared between.

  “So tight,” he murmured. “I can’t fucking wait to feel you wrapped around my cock.” He pulled his finger out of her, then pressed two fingertips to her entrance and pushed inside again.

  She let out a soft moan and rose to meet his thrusting digits. More … she needed more …

  “Look at me,” he said, cupping the back of her neck with his free hand and tilting her head back. Vrishti forced her fluttering eyelids open and stared up into his.

  His fingers sank deeper, their tips rubbing gently on that soft spot inside that she’d discovered could push her to the edge in an instant. She wanted him to take her there, to feel him inside, stretching her while she lost herself to the pleasure.

  “Please,” she said, spreading her legs wider and lifting her hips into his slowly thrusting fingers. “I need more.”

  “No, Vrishti.” He tightened his grasp on her nape, immobilizing her head. She was his prisoner in that moment, a slave to the pleasure he inflicted on her, and he refused to give her the key to her freedom. He pushed her to the edge and seemed to instinctively know when she was about to lose her mind, because he withdrew his fingers and he caressed her slick outer lips until her breathing slowed.

  Just when she thought she’d regained control of her body, however, he pushed his fingers back into her and grazed his thumb over her clit. He leaned down and brushed his lips across her jaw, pressing them at the sensitive skin beneath her ear.

  “Hold onto this feeling, love. The more control you have over it, the more power you can harness later. I need you to come to me. Find my prison. Save this power to do that.”

  “I … I won’t come. I promise. I mean I will come to you. I won’t … ohh ...” She bit her lip, losing her train of thought and too hyperaware of the press of his fingers into her and the delicious stretch of him inside her virgin opening. She’d always imagined it would hurt, but this didn’t hurt at all. The pressure was exactly what she needed to ease the aching clench of her muscles, while at the same time driving her body into a tailspin of greater desire. She dug her nails into the wooden counter top beneath her, as though clawing for purchase on her body’s reactions to him. She could hold on. And she would.

  For Aodh.

  But the hot gusts of Neph’s breath against her neck betrayed his own barely contained need, and Vrishti’s heightened senses fixed once more on the hot column of flesh still pressed against her thigh. Without looking down, she lifted a hand and slowly brushed her palm up along the hard length all the way to the slick, weeping tip. For a split second she pictured the thick shaft sinking into her where his fingers were. Her body trembled and she let out a soft moan as her control over her reactions wavered.

  He pulled back, removing his fingers from inside her again. His gaze fell on her face, his rough grip on her neck never lessening.

  “Does touching me turn you on so much?” he asked.

  She licked her lips, tried to nod, but couldn’t move. “Yes, I … I was thinking about how you would feel inside me.”

  His lids lowered and he stared at her sodden, swollen core as though contemplating the idea himself, then slowly shook his head. “Not yet. When I’m inside you, I won’t be able to stop until we’re both coming so hard we can’t think.”

  “But you’re allowed, even if I’m not. I want to make you feel good. I want you to come for me.” She angled her hand to grip him by the base of his cock.

  His hand dropped to the counter, freeing her neck. He let out a harsh grunt when she squeezed him, but he didn’t object.

  “Vrishti … Sweet Mother, I want to be inside you now.”

  “But you can’t. You just said you’d lose control. Lose control for me like this.” She stroked her fist up his length, marveling at the rigid feel of him under her palm. Her fingers weren’t long enough to wrap around him entirely, but her touch made his entire body shake nonetheless. The sight of Neph—of Aodh—overcome with pleasure at her touch caused a tingle of pure elation to flood her body.

  For a second, she worried she might come just from witnessing his crumbling control, but the sensation simply became a warm rush that settled in her chest rather than between her thighs. She sat up straighter and reached down to cup his delicate balls in her other hand. His hips tilted into her, pushing her own hand against her core again. She released his balls and pulled him tighter with her heels, letting his sack press against the wet heat between her thighs while she pressed his cock against her belly and continued stroking him.

  His shoulders bunched as he hunched over her, his lips brushing against her throat, then up her jaw, seeking out her mouth. She moaned into his kiss, struggling to stay focused on her task with the onslaught of his tongue easily distracting her.

  “Faster, baby,” he murmured, and she felt his hand cover hers, his long fingers wrapping around and squeezing hers against his heat. He controlled her movements, stroking both their hands up his length and down again, showing her the tempo he desired. When she nodded her understanding, he released her and she kept going, tightening her grip and speeding up her pace.

  “Like this?” she asked, recalling the way he’d thumbed his tip when he’d made himself come in front of her earlier, and repeating the action herself.

  “Yes,” he whispered. “Just like that. I’m so fucking close.”


  He thrust into her hand, his velvet heat sliding up her belly in an increasingly frantic rhythm. He lifted one hand and cupped her breast, clutching it as though it were a lifeline, then bent and pulled her nipple into his mouth, sucking hard. She gasped at the sudden resurgence of her desire and almost faltered, but her mission was near completion.

  She needed to feel him lose himself. Needed to know she’d been the one to cause it, to know that she could do to him what he did to her. She wrapped her other hand around his base and with both hands on his shaft sped up the tempo more, smiling when his gaze flashed to hers and she saw nothing but his utter surrender to her touch.

  His teeth grazed his lower lip, and she thought he’d been about to say her name when his head flew back and the word became a guttural cry. His cock seemed to vibrate under her touch, the thick, hard flesh pulsing as semen shot from the tip. Streams of thick, white fluid jetted out, landing on her belly and her breasts, on his hand where it still clutched her. Several droplets spattered against her face and landed in her hair, and he kept coming.

  She let out a gasp of surprise, but didn’t stop stroking him, only leaning back to try to avoid the full measure of what was left.

  Finally his hand wrapped around hers, halting her movements. “I’m done, kitten. You can let go.”

  He smiled down at her lazily and she blinked up at him. Neph’s new endearment sounded odd coming from Aodh’s mouth, spoken with Aodh’s voice. She released him, her insides suddenly a twisting coil of confusion. It was all only a fantasy, albeit a very convincing one, but still, it wasn’t real.

  What was real was how good she felt having just stroked his cock until he’d lost it and came all over her. What was real was the sudden, shocking realization that she didn’t like the way that word sounded coming from a different man. “Kitten” was Neph’s word for her, and even though it’d been barely a day since he’d first used it, she couldn’t imagine hearing it from any other. Not even Aodh.

  But he didn’t seem to have noticed that he’d broken character. It was still Aodh’s pale gaze that slipped down her body, admiring the mess he’d just made. He swiped a semen-covered thumb over her nipple, smearing the fluid and making her gasp from the slick texture. Then he lifted his gaze to her face and grinned.

  “I’m an artist,” he said, chuckling and lifting his hand to brush at her lower lip. The slick sensation made it clear that there was more of his orgasm coating her cheek, and some of it had apparently made it to the corner of her mouth. “Open up, love. I want you to taste me.”

  His gaze fixed on her mouth and she complied, parting her lips and darting her tongue out to slide over the wetness he’d left there. His expression darkened with fresh lust as her tongue hit his thumb and she teased it around the tip, tasting the salty-sweet fluid that coated it. Wrapping her lips around him, she sucked his thumb into her mouth, cleaning the digit carefully with her tongue and enjoying the strange, cool sensation that traveled down her throat when she swallowed.

  Abruptly he pulled his thumb free and bent to capture her mouth with his, licking his essence off her lips before plunging his tongue deep inside. The sudden invasion made her gasp, and she let out a muffled cry of surprise when he lifted her in his arms and began walking through the house.

  “Where are we going?” she asked when he finally lifted his head, releasing her mouth so she could speak.

  “Shower. I always clean up after myself, and I made a good mess of you just now.”

  She giggled. “You did. I guess that means you liked it?”

  “It was no substitute for what I’m sure your tight snatch must feel like, but you outdid yourself, love.”

  He continued up the stairs with her clinging to him and didn’t release her until they were already in the shower with flimsy curtain drawn and the hot water beating down on them both. He kissed her once more, then lowered her from his arms, clinging to her from behind as though reluctant to let her go.

  Vrishti reached for the soap, but he wrapped his hand around her own.

  “That’s my job,” he murmured against her ear, shifting closer until his warm skin brushed against her back and his fresh arousal pressed into her ass.

  She released the bottle of body wash into his hand and watched in anticipation as he squeezed a measure of aromatic gel into his palm and lathered up. Then he cupped her breasts with both soapy hands and squeezed, sliding his palms around the heavy globes to thoroughly clear the remnants of his orgasm from her skin. One hand moved up her chest, soaping over her sternum and sliding up her neck before moving back down to join the other hand at her breasts again. He toyed his slick fingers over her nipples, squeezing and pulling at them until the sharp jolts of pleasure made her gasp and involuntarily push her backside into his hips.

  “Feels good, doesn’t it?” he said, nearly growling the words into her ear. He released her breasts and drifted his hands down her torso, moving in slow, deliberate circles as he went. With one hand at her hip, he cupped her mound with the other, still circling it as he slipped his fingers between her folds.

  The water sluiced down her body, washing away most of the soap, but his fingers still found little friction. He shifted to the side, leaning against the tiled wall so that his legs bracketed hers. He braced his feet against the opposite side of the small tub and bent his knees so that he was at eye level with her. His long, muscular thighs held her caged between them and she was acutely aware of the thick erection that brushed against her hip.

  “This is about you now, Vrishti. Try to ignore my cock. Turned on is a perpetual state when you’re naked. Remember, if you get too close and need me to back off, say so.”

  Close? She’d been too close all day, and his idly stroking fingers were swiftly bringing her to the edge yet again. Her clit felt impossibly swollen. Hell, every muscle in her core was so engorged she felt like she had a softball lodged between her thighs, and his touch was only making it harder to think.

  Then Neph slid his other hand down her back, palm still soapy and slick as he reached the cleft of her ass. She couldn’t help but let out a soft whimper when his fingertips teased at the apex and stopped. Rather than move farther, he gripped her cheek and squeezed, spreading her open.

  She reflexively clenched, and he tutted in her ear. “Relax, love. I already know how much you like this. You showed me this morning, remember?”

  Oh, god. She had, hadn’t she? She’d fingered herself right in front of him while he worked himself to orgasm the first time.

  “You liked watching me do it,” she shot back.

  He smiled, and she nearly lost herself to that look. Aodh hadn’t smiled often during their time together, but when he did, he lit up like the sun. Had he smiled more frequently when Neph knew him?

  “I loved it, and I’m going to love seeing you come apart when I do it to you.” The fingertips still absently sliding between her folds in front began stroking her clit in tiny circles. She opened her legs, not sure whether she was hoping to find relief from the movement or get more contact. Heat built swiftly between her thighs, but yet again he stopped when she was so close to the edge she could taste the other side.

  “Kiss me, Vrishti,” he said in a gruff voice. “It’ll help keep you grounded.”

  Grateful for the command, she hooked an arm around his neck and leaned into him, found his mouth in her haze of pleasure, and groaned as he accepted her hungry kiss. It helped to have some sensation focused on a different part of her body. She could focus on where their mouths were joined, and the overwhelming pleasure building in her nether region seemed just a little more distant, less ever-present.

  At least until his fingers pushed inside her again and began fucking in and out, skillfully massaging that tight ache that made her crave something even bigger to fill her up. She groaned into his mouth and accidentally bit down on his lip. He grunted softly, but didn’t pull away. He slid his fingers
lower down her backside, one tip probing.

  God, she wanted more. She could sense the looming limit of her will swiftly approaching, but needed to see how far she could go, to feel everything he could do to her to get her there without pushing her over. She lifted one knee and rested it atop his, spreading even wider for him.

  He let out a soft murmur of approval against her lips and pressed his soapy finger harder against her tight rear entrance, swirled it in a tiny circle, then pushed again without breaching the barrier.

  Vrishti groaned a soft plea into his mouth and he chuckled in response. “Not too close yet, are you, love?” he said.

  “No, please just do it. Put your finger in my ass.”

  “As you wish,” he said and once again his fingertip pressed at her opening. “Relax. Let every muscle go, baby. If I ever put my cock here … which is going to happen, I promise you … you’ll need practice letting me in.”

  She clung to his neck with both hands, pressing her cheek to his jaw. With eyes clenched shut, she concentrated on relaxing the muscles between her thighs, bearing down against the pressure of his finger at her backside.

  “That’s my girl,” he murmured, slowly pushing his fingertip into her. At the same time, she felt a thicker pressure at her core as he added a third finger to the two he’d been fucking her with. “I think you were made to have two cocks fill you up, love, the way you respond to this. Are you sure I’m enough for you?”

  The question made no sense to her. With his fingers plunging in and out of both her pussy and her ass, she wasn’t coherent enough to comprehend more than the shaky hold she had on her self-control. Her body was at the edge of complete surrender, and she wanted more pleasure, but wasn’t sure if she could let herself have it.

  A swelling sensation began in her womb, so much like the sensation she had when she summoned her magic … or when Aodh visited her in her dreams, only this time it was even stronger, more impossible to deny.

  “Stop! Oh, god, stop! I can’t … can’t take anymore!”