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I tiptoed away from my desk, my pulse hammering, and slipped beneath the cool sheets of my bed. The moment I settled into a comfortable position, my fingers skimmed lightly over the bare skin of my thighs, causing my breath to stall. A faint, familiar static crackled beneath my fingertips, a ghost of the magic I hadn’t felt in nearly a decade.

I sucked in a sharp breath, startled by the sensation.

If I’d been smart, I would have preserved it—nurtured the first drop of magic that had finally resurfaced—and let it grow until I was strong again.

But I wasn’t smart.

I was desperate.

My fingers trailed higher, grazing over the thin fabric of my pajama shorts before slipping beneath the hem of my tank top. I cupped my breast, squeezing firmly, imagining it was Devlin’s grip holding me in place.

A hiss of breath escaped me as a small static charge pulsed over my skin.

In my mind, it was Devlin’s mouth on me—his teeth grazing my sensitive flesh, his tongue flicking over the hardened peak of my nipple... teasing... tasting... before his lips sealed around me, sucking deep and slow.

My body tightened, heat pooling deep in my core, the ache so intense I could barely stand it. I pictured his hands, rough and warm, gliding down my stomach, dipping below the waistband of my shorts, his fingers sliding effortlessly through the slick evidence of my desire.

“Jen.”The low, gravelly rasp of his voice whispered through my mind, the way he had moaned my name replaying on an endless loop, each repetition pulling me closer to the edge—and I had barely even begun.

A flicker of static danced at the tip of my thumb as I rolled it over my aching clit, my breath catching on a groan as I pictured Devlin’s touch instead... his fingers teasing, his mouth traveling lower, pressing soft, heated kisses down my stomach until his tongue replaced my fingers.

A shudder ripped through me, my hips bucking, as I slid two fingers inside me, the sensation blinding.

One thrust.

Two.

Three.

By the fourth, the pleasure was too much, teetering at the breaking point.

In my mind, it was Devlin’s thick fingers curling deep inside me, his tongue flicking relentlessly over my aching clit, sending me spiraling closer and closer to the edge.

I let go.

The last flicker of my magic crackled through my body as I shattered, my back arching, my fingers curling inside me, a helpless cry of Devlin’s name slipping from my lips as the pleasure ripped through me in pulsing waves, each pulse stronger than the last.

The high stretched on forever, dragging me under, until time itself seemed to stop. Minutes, hours, maybe even days passed before I finally floated back down, my body slumping into the blissful aftermath.

Satiated, my succubus side let out a contented sigh before slipping back into her deep slumber once more.

Chapter 14. Devlin

You’ve fucked it, Devlin.

The plan was simple.

Set boundaries. All the ridiculous teaching aids had been magicked away—thanks, BooDini—but Jen had made it clear she was comfortable enough watching me jerk off as a visualization aid for her book.

Confirm boundaries.Double-checked. No pressure. No problem. Both of us were comfortable. And if I was being honest... I was maybe even a little eager.

Stick to boundaries.Fucked. It. Up.

Jen agreed to watch me—asKieran—reenact the scene where he gets off thinking aboutMina.

Mina.

Not Jen.