The Lost and the Chosen (The Lost Sentinel, #1)

by Ivy Asher

“It’s hurting you,” I accuse and try to step out of his grasp. Valen opens his eyes and pulls me even closer. “It doesn’t hurt; it feels fucking amazing.” I barely have time to think what the hell before Valen runs his fingers down the runes on the back of my neck. His touch sends a jolt of sensation and magic through me, and it snaps powerfully to my center. I moan and suddenly feel like I’m on the verge of an orgasm. “See, it doesn’t hurt.” “Are you grounding it? Will this stop soon?” I ask, feeling a lot less panicked and a lot more turned on. “I can’t ground it. It’s not an overload of magic. It’s something else…your magic is doing something to mine,” Valen confesses, and another erotic moan escapes his lips.

How does being physical and sex work? I mean, I know how it works, but in a sextuple, how does it work?” I look at all of them as I feel a rising panic. “I’m not going to lie, the thought of having sex with all of you at the same time scares the shit out of me, so is that up for discussion, or is it mandatory?”

A roar of laughter stalls my nervous rambling, and I watch all of them—including Sabin—bend over and laugh hysterically. I tuck my legs up under me and wait for them to recover from what apparently is the funniest thing they’ve ever heard. “Is it mandatory?” Bastien repeats, barely able to get the word out, he’s laughing so hard.