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CALLIE

I look at Hank and somehow, I know, he’s holding back. It drives me nuts when he does that, or any of them.

With all the stress of trying to become who I'm expected to be, protect people, and learn my magic, the last thing I want him doing is treating me like I’m made of glass. Or anyone, for that matter. I'm not going to break at the slightest touch, I'm not some wilting flower in danger of being picked. With everything that's been going on, everyone seems to have forgotten that I looked after myself for twenty-something years. Without magic. I'm perfectly capable.

"Come on," I whisper as I move my hand closer to him.

Hank studies me carefully. “Where?"

How cute. He has no idea what I'm on about.

I run a finger along his erection and lift a brow. Now he'll understand it.

“Now?” he asks, but the word comes out breathless. He's seconds away from giving into me, I'm certain of it.

I give him a mischievous grin. "Why not?"

Facing all the events unfolding at the speed of light in my life will be hard. I might as well do it with a body full of sex hormones and endorphins. Life can't be all stress, even when an evil uncle is trying to destroy me.

I get to my feet and hold out my hand.

Hank scrambles after me, taking my hand in his.

I’m pretty sure we’re both trying not to look guilty as I set my mug beside the sink, planning to wash it out later, and walk past Theresa. I'm sure she understands what we're up to. She has three men around her; she knows what that means.

“We training?” she asks.

“Later,” I tell her in way of explanation.

I’m pretty sure she grins as she turns back to the sink.

In the living room, Will and James are shining weapons. Beside them, one of Theresa’s men is instructing them on the proper care of daggers and swords. I want to roll my eyes. Do witches really need blades? But they look so damn excited. I should expect that. I wonder if all men are so easily distracted by short objects.

In another part of the room, a rousing game of Monopoly is taking place. Everyone is so focused that no one looks up as Hank and I sneak up the stairs. My heart hammers a little. I hope this means the first floor isn’t too crowded, and that hopefully we won’t have ears listening in on us.

But then, I’m also finding it hard to care, even if everyone hears. At the end of the day, I'm a healthy young woman with appetites that need sating. We're not under direct attack right now, and neither is anyone else we know. Which means I don't have to do anything specific. I can take some pleasure with this.

I back into my room and whip my shirt over my head, not caring about anything but getting as naked as possible with Hank. It's been too long since I've felt him inside me, and I'm desperate to feel it again.

He follows my lead, and soon there's a pile of our clothes crumpled on the floor. I'm sure we'll look like we've just sneaked away for sex when we put them back on, but I don't care. The only people who matter when it comes to my sex life, are the three people who are doing it with me. And none of them mind.

"Want me to show you something cool?" Hank asks, a twinkle in his eye.

My brows knit together. I'm not sure now is the time for him to be doing that. Should I be worried that the two of us are in my room, naked, and all he wants to do is show me something?

"Sure," I say, despite my reservations.

"Lie back."

Huh. What is he planning?

I push any concerns away and settle myself back on the bed. I watch him stalk around to the side, his cock hard and proud. A lump forms in my throat, but I swallow it down. I'm not sure what he's up to, but my guess is that it's something to do with sex, after all.

"What are you going to do?" I ask, excitement zinging through my blood.

"Just relax. And tell me if you want to stop."

"Okay..." Should I close my eyes?

Before I can consider that, tiny flames erupt over my skin. I glance at Hank, but he's watching me with hunger in his eyes, completely unconcerned by the fire, which is when I notice that it isn't burning. Far from it. The flames are almost tickling me.

Except, that isn't right either. They're like thousands of tiny kisses peppering my skin all at once. My eyes widen as I realize what he's doing. I meet his eyes and see triumph lingering in them. Has he done this before? Or is he experimenting on him?

Before I can think about that any deeper, the kisses increase in intensity, sending shivers down my spine. Pleasure coils up inside me. It's hard to keep my eyes open, but before they close for good, I catch sight of the flames moving across the soft skin of my stomach. They circle my nipples, and I cry out in pleasure.

And then they're between my legs, licking against my clit with as much attention as one of my firefighters would pay.

Except it's different to when it's one of them. Almost as if I'm using a vibrator. I've never done that in front of anyone before.

A new thrill of pleasure washes over me as I writhe on the bed, knowing Hank is watching my every move. I crack my eyes open just enough to confirm he's watching me with hooded eyes and one hand stroking his hard cock as he drinks in my every move.

"Don't come without me," I get out, the words hoarse and full of desperation.

He chuckles. "Don't worry, I won't."

My eyes flutter closed again, and the pleasure emanating from the flames increases in intensity. I try to resist the orgasm I can feel is about to rip through me, but it's impossible. The flames are too much. They're unrelenting, eager, determined.

A scream rips out of me as my whole body begins to shudder and shake from the excruciating but undeniable pleasure that takes over me. My vision blacks out, and the world fades away until it's only me and the fire. Even Hank's presence barely registers in my mind.

As I come back down to earth, the bed dips. I open my eyes to find a satisfied man climbing onto the bed. He crawls up between my legs, hovering over me. His lips meet mine in a surprisingly tender kiss. I deepen it within moments. If he thinks I'm not going to give as good as I get, then he has another thing coming. I'm going to show him what pleasure really means.