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The next thing I knew I was up off the counter, my hands pinned over my head against thewall. His dark magic snaked across my abdomen, then the button on my jeans popped open. It was like he was working with extra unseen hands as they pulled the jeans down from my hips until I had to step out of them. I lost the underwear at the same time, leaving me completely nude while he pinned me entirely dressed.

It should have made me feel vulnerable, but the way he watched me…

He dropped to his knees, releasing my wrists only to snag them with his magic instead, keeping me pinned. His fingers slid between my thighs, splaying them to make room. Just when I felt like my body was going to burst if he didn’t put his mouth on me soon, he smiled, watching me with his hands between my thighs.

“You never really answered me, Eva.”

I let out a stifled groan, squirming with my hands pinned and my thighs pressed open by his hands.

Still watching me, he pressed a light kiss to my inner thigh.

I gasped, my body thrumming with need.

Another light kiss, then his tongue darted out to taste my skin.

My eyes nearly rolled back in my head. “Yes, I want this.”

“Are you sure?”

I let out another strangled groan. “Yes… please—”

He dove between my legs,his tongue and mouth hungry. I cried out, my knees buckling as he gripped my thighs and swung my legs over his shoulders, relieving some of the weight from my pinned wrists.

Our shared magic kicked up again, swirling around us, almost as bright as the light I was seeing behind my eyes as I neared orgasm. Just when I was about to go over the edge he stood, his pants already unbuttoned, his hard length pressing against me.

“Say it one more time,” he demanded.

His length slid against me, so close to where I wanted it. I rocked my hips forward, sliding against him. So close.

“Eva,” he breathed, his voice now strained with his own desire.

“I want this.” I said again.

He slid into me, and stars bloomed behind my eyes. I pressed my shoulders against the wall, moving my hips against him. Then his magic was pinning me again. He pulled out slowly, then thrust into me with force.

“Oh gods, yes.”

The words were all he needed to start pounding into me, rebuilding the orgasm into something even more spectacular.

He took me against the wall, right there in the middle of his sunny kitchen, with the city skyline looming outside the window. I cried out as he came, my own orgasm spilling over.

And suddenly I was in complete darkness, someonepounding at the bedroom door. Just like Sebastian had been pounding me against the wall.

Holy hells. A dream. It was just a dream.

But I couldn’t seem to communicate that to my quaking thighs as another light knock sounded at my door.

Silk sheets slithered across my skin, pooling between my bare legs, sending another shiver between my thighs. Even though Crispin was sleeping on the couch, I had gone to sleep in modest shorts and an oversized T-shirt, both of which were now bunched up around me from tossing and turning.

Yeah, just tossing and turning. That’s totally all I was doing.

Suddenly in a terrible mood, I threw back the covers and climbed out of bed. Ringo was still fast asleep on his pillow, snoring softly.

I walked toward the door, knowing it either had to be Crispin or Sebastian, though why one of them would wake me in the middle of the night was anyone’s guess. Unless something bad had happened?

I picked up my pace, then opened the door.

Crispin stood outside with a lamp illuminating him from behind, shadowing part of his face. His blond hair was mussed, and he wore pajama bottoms and no shirt. I found my eyes catching on his bare chest. He was more like Mistral, muscled but lean, whereas Sebastian was a little taller with broader shoulders.