The Magic of Revenge (Emerald Lakes, #3)

by Britt Andrews

“Princess, you scared the fuck out of me. My asshole has been quivering for days—in fear. Not arousal. Fuck.

My heart was beating wildly, my palms sweaty, and suddenly all I could think about was Mom’s spaghetti. Gods dammit, Saige. Focus! Now is not the time for Eminem references.

All I knew in that moment was that if I didn't get my hands on him in two seconds, my vagina was going to detach herself from my body and do the job her damn self.

"I'm dying to taste you. The way you have your pretty pussy all wrapped up for me right now... It's like a present. One I can't wait to open up and lick."

She's gonna lose her mind over this. My tongue dipped inside of her and I let my demon out to play. Goldie whined in pleasure as my tongue elongated inside her and it began pulsating. Perks of being a demon.

Picking up my pace, I felt the indescribable sensation of my knot swelling further. Leaning up, I spread her legs wide. She was like a feral animal beneath me, clawing at my chest, whimpering and groaning as I lodged deep inside of her.

"Ohhh gods!" she screamed. Her walls massaged and squeezed me firmly. With her locking me in place, her body had done what it was biologically designed to do. Drain me of my seed and ensure it stayed inside of her.

“What?” she snapped. “There’s so much big peen energy in this teeny, tiny hallway right now it’s practically choking me!”

“I’d never harm you, unless you asked me to, Firefly. Though, I may wreck your pussy.”

“I'm basically a virgin, you know? Wanna deflower me real quick? Just say butt stuff one more time."

Faris looked like the love child of danger, risky decisions, and sex. My inner witch really wanted to sit on his face. Hussy.

ready." He kissed my cheek and then whispered, "Be prepared because I missed your pretty pussy and I want you grinding all over my mouth."

"Such a gentleman," she sassed and I took a deep breath. "It's not going to last," I warned, lifting a brow.

"Sit up a bit, sweetheart. Look at the two men between your thighs right now, worshipping at your altar. Watch how they taste everything you give them,"

Here lies Saige Wildes, dead by killer orgasm at the hands and mouths of her delicious men.

“One day, you’re going to take two of us at once, my dirty little witch. One cock in your sweet cunt and another right here.”

"Don't hide yourself from us and never, ever doubt that you aren't every-fucking-thing to us exactly the way you are. I want my mate to be soft, all the better to absorb my hardness."

Napoleon's eyes grew larger at the threat before he flipped Bram double birds. I didn't even know mice had middle fingers. Or told people to fuck off. I like that mouse. I want one.

With a laugh, she slipped out of the car and walked away. We watched, because... duh. When the woman you love walks away from you with an ass like that, you damn well watch.

"Shit," he groaned, running a hand through his red hair. "Fuckin' look at you, princess. All slick and ready for your mates."

“Enjoy your mates, sweetheart. I’m going to enjoy watching them make you scream.”

"You smell better than mac and cheese,"

Cut the ties that bind me and I'll cut yours because tonight? Tonight, we're free."

Sloane Sullivan was desire and passion; he was anger and fire. Everything I felt for the mage was larger than life, just like him.

Oh stars, suns, moons, somebody... rescue my vagina because the old gal's just been wrecked.

"You are such a brat. And to think, I made love to you like a proper boyfriend,"