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Luckily, the power thing works both ways. After all, I’d made Decker.

I reached for Deck’s mind, determined to use my own power over him and force him to turn me loose. Instead I got a nasty shock. The lust he felt was a solid wall of heat and aggression I instantly realized I couldn’t penetrate. His thoughts were too filled with burning memories—my breast in his mouth, his cock in my cunt, the hot pleasure of riding me hard. My mind skittered back from his raw, incoherent lust with a purely female panic.

As I jerked my gaze away from his, shaken, I met Beau’s narrow green gaze. He smiled slowly, and I knew he’d sensed my attempt to establish control over Decker. He sent me another image—me, my cunt and ass filled full of thick, surging cock, the long shafts grinding deep, my delicate body caught between two massively built males in full rut. “You always wanted us both,” he rumbled, his voice deep, menacing. “Now you’ve got us.”

Decker rolled his hard-on into the cradle of my hips. “What’s the matter, baby? Afraid your eyes are bigger than your . . . stomach?”

“Let’s take her to that bed downstairs and find out just how big she is,” Beau said.

I didn’t struggle while he kicked the door open and they started down the stairs with me. I wasn’t scared anymore.

I was pissed.

All of this was thoroughly out of character for the guys. It was the work of that wretched spell, and I was damned if I’d let the wizard get away with it. For one thing, I knew both men would be horrified when the magic wore off and they realized what they’d done. Anything they did to me I’d recover from, but I wasn’t sure they’d ever get over the guilt.

However, at the moment I was a lot more concerned about my immediate problem: getting through the next hour without getting my asshole reamed.

They carried me down into Copperstone’s bedroom. Listening closely, I could make out no other heartbeats in the house than ours; apparently the wizard had taken off. Smart of him, though I wondered where the hell he went.

As they laid me down on the thick scarlet coverlet, I made no effort to struggle, carefully giving my best imitation of defeated submission. Despite my limp body and lowered eyes, I was busy calculating the distance to the bedroom window. It’d be a two-story drop to the ground, but that was nothing to one of us. The trick would be getting a head start on the guys sufficient for my escape.

And I quickly realized that wasn’t going to be easy. Beau knew me too well to let me go; he maintained a hard grip on my shoulder as he crawled onto the bed with me, then swung one long leg over my hips and straddled me. Despite myself, I was intrigued by the picture he made as he knelt astride me stripping off his black shirt. His cock was a long, hard ridge behind his fly, and the muscles in his powerful torso shifted and rippled as he tossed his shirt aside.

Decker meanwhile let the trench coat fall off his broad shoulders, then jerked his tie off and unbuttoned his shirt with rough, impatient fingers. His body was a bit more brawny than Beau’s leanly muscled frame, but both men made mouth-watering scenery.

It really was a damn shame this was nothing more than a spell.

They’d freed my hands so they could undress, and I stroked the tough fabric covering Beau’s muscled thighs, then cupped him through the fabric, smiling seductively.

His eyes lit with approval. “That’s more like it,” he murmured, one big hand going to his zipper. He tugged it down, and I reached into the opening to trace a finger down the smooth line of his cock, straining against the plain white fabric of his briefs.

Gloriously naked, Decker crawled onto the mattress with us. Beau slid off me so he could shed his jeans. I curled a long leg up as though reaching for the buckle of my high-heeled sandal—and instead uncoiled it with a snap, meaning to kick Beau right in his muscled chest in a blow that would slam him into the bedroom’s back wall.

Instead, one big hand flashed out and clamped around my ankle with such crushing force I yelped and swung at him. He caught my fist just as Decker came down on top of me, grabbing my shoulders with ruthless strength. I cursed and began to struggle in earnest.

Snarling in rage, Beau tightened his grip on my ankle, bearing down. Pain shot up my leg in a wave of heat and agony, and I knew that despite my dense bones, he could easily crush it. I drew back the other leg, prepared to batter at him to get free.

“Amanda, don’t!” Decker gave me a little shake. Wild-eyed, I snarled up at him.

Only to see such naked desperation in his eyes that I stopped in mid-kick. “When you fight, it makes the spell worse!” he said hoarsely. “Please! I’m afraid we’ll hurt you.”

My gaze snapped to Beau’s. For just an instant, the rage on his face lifted, and I saw the agony behind it. “Please,” he said, his voice rasping, begging. “Let us make love to you.”

I stopped dead. On some level, my lovers were still aware, still present. Which meant if I surrendered, I could trust them to retain control. But if I fought, they could lose it altogether, and all bets were off.

Besides, I really didn’t have much choice. The only way I could escape was by injuring one of them badly, and I had no desire to do that.

Too, our hurting each other was what the wizard wanted. If we turned this into steamy passion, Dickhead lost. And I really, really wanted to beat Copperstone at his own game.

Even if it meant exploring variations I’d never tried before.

My eyes tracked from Decker’s big naked body to Beau’s, clad only in jeans. Their eyes burned with heat and fraying restraint.

“What the fuck,” I said with a choked laugh. “Call Nabisco—I guess I’m an Oreo.”

Beau grinned in sheer relief before his instant of sanity was lost behind another wave of lechery. “And I want to lick your creamy center.” With a mock growl, he released my ankle and pounced, diving headfirst between my legs. He fisted his hands in my skirt and pushed it up, then gave my cunt a long, slow stroke with his tongue. I caught my breath as pleasure stabbed right into my skull. He looked up at me over my pelvis, then wrapped both strong arms around my thighs and dragged me to his mouth. Hungrily, he shoved his tongue straight into my cunt.

“God, Beau!” My back arched at the incredible sensation as he started licking my folds, obviously determined to get me as hot as he could as fast as possible.

Decker sat back on his heels, his thick cock jutting between his muscled thighs as he watched my face with predatory satisfaction. His gaze slid to my breasts. My nipples hardened under his stare into taut points of arousal under the thin fabric of my dress.

Decker reached down a big hand and wrapped it in the material, preparing to rip it from my body with one savage jerk.

“Deck!” I objected. “I’d rather not have to walk out of here naked.”

He gave me a slow, dark smile. “But you look so good naked.” Still, he slowly released his grip and caught the hem of my dress instead. That hint that he was still more or less in control comforted me.

But that control was growing shakier by the second, I saw, as he tugged my dress up, his eyes locked on my naked body as it was revealed inch by inch. I rolled my hips upward to let him pull the fabric out from under me. The movement raked Beau’s tongue over my clit, and my knees weakened at the wet heat. He rumbled at me and circled the little pink bud with his tongue, shooting delight straight up my spine.

Even as Beau tormented my creaming cunt, my eyes caught Decker’s shimmering blue gaze. When the dress slid up over my breasts, the shimmer leaped into a bonfire. He tugged the dress the rest of the way off and tossed the wadded red fabric across the room without breaking his ravenous stare at my body. I watched his dark head descend toward my hard, pointed nipples and moaned in anticipation.

The only thing hotter than the feeling of a male mouth feasting on your cunt is the sensation of a second male mouth simultaneously devouring your breasts. I damn near catapulted into orbit as the boys’ tongues flicked and stabbed and circled. Teeth raked my most delicate flesh in almost bites, while big hands stroked my skin, squeezing my breasts, twisting whatever nipple wasn’t being sucked. I wrapped the fingers of one hand in Decker’s dark hair and reached down to grab a fistful of Beau’s blond silk, writhing in the grip of real magic.

Something slid into my juicy cunt as Beau began finger fucking me while his mouth worked wicked spells on my clit. A second finger slipped up my ass, the sensation dark and erotic, a delicious counterpoint to the mind-blowing pleasure of what they were doing to me. Slowly, deliberately, he screwed the fingers in and out, rotating his wrist to tease and stretch both my channels.

Adding to the heat of the moment, Beau telepathically sent me an image of what he saw: my dark pussy, slicked with juice as he explored and plundered it. Below it, my small, puckered asshole sucked at his finger as he finger-fucked it. I pulled in a breath as that image changed in his mind, and the fingers became two huge cocks, one withdrawing while the other thrust deep.

The full psychic force of his lust slammed into my mind; his hunger to use my tight ass, to hear my whimpers and moans as he took me in long, relentless strokes. Decker built that telepathic fire by adding his own need to feel my creamy cunt clasping his cock, my nipples brushing his chest as he rode me, grinding deep.

I writhed, breathless, Beau’s hot tongue dancing across my clit as Decker feasted on my nipples. Driving me insane. I could feel myself shooting toward my peak, about to come. I gathered my breath for a scream. . . .

And they stopped.

“Not yet,” Beau whispered. I felt his lips moving against my labia as he spoke. “I’m not going to let you come until my cock is in your ass.”

“No!” I gasped, as frustration washed over me. “For God’s sake, don’t stop!”

“Oh, we won’t stop.” Decker leaned over to give my nipple a long lick. “Not even when you beg us.”

And both of them hit me with another blast of psychic male heat that burned right through me. Catching me on fire.

I wanted them to fuck me, cunt, mouth, ass—hard and deep and NOW. I didn’t care if it hurt, I didn’t care about anything but being fucked. “Please!” I whimpered, writhing.

Beau laughed, a deep, triumphant rumble. He rose from the bed with an easy male flex, leaving me with my legs spread and aching, my wet cunt chill.

But it didn’t stay cool for long. Decker rolled off me onto the mattress, simultaneously grabbing my hips and pulling me over on top of him.

“Yes!” Eagerly, I spread my legs and rose until I straddled his brawny thighs. He grabbed his thick, hard cock and pointed it skyward as he caught a handful of my black hair with the other hand, gently guiding me toward it. I rose to my knees and positioned myself, then sank downward, spearing my cunt on his massive erection. The sensation of his width sliding into my creamy, desperate pussy made me yowl in pleasure. He bared his teeth and slammed upward, ramming to my depths.

I threw back my head at the deliciously brutal invasion.

Decker let go of my hair to capture one breast, twisting and thumbing my nipple with a roughness that might have hurt at any other time. Just then it spurred me on. I rose up his shaft and took it deep again as he ground up to meet me. Growling in animal desperation, we fucked each other.

I looked over to see that Beau had stripped off his jeans and briefs and was delving in a drawer in Copperstone’s night stand. I barely had time to wonder what the hell he was doing when he pulled out a small white jar and turned around. He unscrewed the lid and scooped out a handful of thick, white cream, then began slathering it over his jutting erection.

His back arched. “Damn, that’s cold,” Beau growled, looking over at me as I rode Decker, fucking him in hard, fast strokes.

Beau scooped up another handful of cream and smoothed it over his shaft, his green eyes fixed on mine, hard, menacing lust glittering in them. I looked at that big cock as I rode the one stuffing me, and wondered how the hell I’d ever take them both. I knew it would hurt like a bitch—but I wanted it. Wanted them deep, needed it desperately. . . .

Slowly, Beau smiled. And I knew he’d read my thoughts.

He moved toward the bed, stalking me. Decker’s strong fingers curled into my hip, dragging my thrusts to a stop. Reaching up, he fisted the other hand in my hair again and tugged me down over him. Giving Beau access to my ass.

My eyes flew to Deck’s hot blue ones and widened. He grinned, showing every inch of his fangs. “Brace yourself darlin’,” he purred. “Here it comes.”

With a moan of helpless lust, I bent lower, reached back with both hands, and spread my cheeks for Beau’s cock.

“Ohhhh, yeaaah,” he growled, as the bed shifted under his weight as he crawled up behind me. “I always wanted to see you do that.”

Quivering in a maddening combination of arousal and fear, I waited, stuffed with Decker’s shaft. I felt Beau’s fingers brush my tight little anus, which twitched. Slowly, carefully, he inserted one slick finger, easing it inside, joining Deck’s dick in my body. The sensation of fullness it gave me sent a helpless shudder up my spine. He slipped it out, then in again, this time two fingers, stretching and readying me.

“Oh, God,” I whimpered, trying to writhe on Decker’s impaling cock. But his hand tightened on my hip, holding me still.

A third finger, working its way deep, sliding against the thick prick in my cunt, stuffing me so impossibly full. I’d never be able to take Beau’s shaft, I thought wildly. Too big, too much . . . .

“Too bad,” Beau rumbled. “You are going to take me. Every last inch.” He withdrew his fingers.

I moaned, knowing what was coming. But I didn’t let go of my cheeks.

He sent me an image just then—my little pink virgin asshole, tight and puckered over my cunt, which strained so wide around Decker’s cock. The broad, flushed head of Beau’s shaft approached my tiny opening, looking much, much bigger. I felt the first brush of its slick, greased tip and jerked, closing my eyes.

Decker caught my breast in one hand and began to play with my nipple again, sending a welcome flood of pleasure to give me something else to think about. The other big fist was still buried in my hair, silently telling me I wasn’t going anywhere.

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