Lana
Kaelith's grip on my hips tightened, his rhythm unforgiving.
Each thrust drove me against the table, his cock battering deep, deep inside—relentless, claiming, raw.
Behind me, his breath grew ragged.
"Forget him," he growled. "Forget Lucen."
A loud slap—his hand landing on my ass—sent another jolt of heat through me.
"He doesn't know how to fuck you. Doesn't know how to break you."
Sylas still moved slowly in my mouth, his thumb brushing my cheek as his eyes locked onto mine.
"We'll erase him from your body," he whispered, voice thick. "From your soul. There will be nothing left of him when we're done with you."
Kaelith snarled, driving deeper with a violent thrust that made me cry out around Sylas.
"Say it," he hissed behind me. "Say you're ours."
But I couldn't.
Not because I didn't want to—
—but because I was splintering.
Every thrust stole my words. Every flick of Sylas's thumb on my tongue stole my thoughts.
And underneath it all—
My magic burned.
