The Magic of Revenge (Emerald Lakes, #3)

by Britt Andrews

"Bram, Bram, Bram," she chanted my name like a motherfucking prayer, and the demon inside of me was more than happy to be her god.

There was something about having her, my mate, fucking me like this... It was almost like she was having a heat cycle. Oh fuck, fuck.

Bram might've been a nerd, and a goof, and probably unhinged, but he was a romantic.

When he moved to, well... move, I found I really didn't appreciate that. My hands shot out, grabbing his wrists and pinning them above his head. "Where do you think you're going?" I snarled, my tail whipping through the air with a crack.

When I catch a hint of your ex's scent, I will be on him like a flame to gasoline. I fucking promise you that his life will end and it will be in five minutes or less from the time I pick up his scent," Bram's eyes darkened and I thought he'd never looked so fucking sexy. The way his black horns had grown and corkscrewed, he was like a demon model for sex and sin.

"You know how you were ready to murder me when you thought I was trying to get away from you earlier? And how you got really hot?" Okay, interesting change of topic. "Yes? Why? You aren't going to try that shit again, are you?" I pinned him with a lethal stare and squeezed my pussy around him until he groaned.

Label or not, they were mine and I was theirs. I loved them. The intensity of it burned within me and it fed my soul. Even Sloane. Oh, Sloane. My feelings for him weren't as strong as the others, but there was something there. I missed him, his scowly face, and his gruff, cocky attitude. He was a mystery to me and I was determined to find out who he was deep down once the layers of his self-defense armor were peeled back. Someone had hurt him and he'd done what he needed to do to protect himself, his heart.

"Fuck yes. What a relief. Would it be frowned upon if I killed him again for being a dumb shit and doing what he did?" he joked, heading for the bathroom. "We'll play it by ear, yeah?

"I just do. I've seen flashes of her in my head. Red hair and big eyes. Mine," he growled and then whined pitifully. I froze at the description though. Red hair? No way. "What color eyes?" I asked, because I just couldn't help myself. "Green, like emeralds. So beautiful, Cam. I need to find her." Did I just jack off thinking about my brother's mate? By the moon, shit is getting complicated.

The leveling up, having untapped magic? I wasn't a prick—well, yeah, I was—but who wouldn't want more power? Palmer had gotten some pretty cool boosts, so why not me?

He glanced at his watch like I was late or some shit. I wasn't, he was just a dick.

"Master has given Faris a sock. Faris is a free mage!" he said, in a surprisingly spot-on impression.

"She's here. I can smell her. Can you? Do you smell the richness of her blood?" Faris groaned, leaping to his feet on the mattress and peering out the window. "Her blood? What the fuck are you talking about?" I could sense Saige getting closer, which was new. But I couldn't smell her, let alone her blood. "I just require a taste," he whispered, trailing his fingers down the window like a certified creep.

Fangs. Blood. Faris is... a blood mage? Well, that makes a lot of fucking sense.

"Brother?" Saige asked, looking between the two of us. "You're identical." "I'm bigger than him," Faris added, staring at Saige with fire in his eyes. "You're literally the same size," she replied. "Wanna check... Firefly?" He winked as her eyes snapped to his and her cheeks turned a deep shade of red.

Then my deranged brother proceeded to stick his tongue out and lick Bram's lip which was conveniently less than an inch from his face. Bette choked and coughed, but I swear I heard her say, so hot under her breath. Saige sighed. For fuck's sake. The women are aroused.

“I can sense your emotions,” I gasped, and she tilted her head slightly, her small smile expanding. My breath was stolen when the next wave hit me, this one was all-encompassing, knock you on your ass, split your soul in half, love.

Bette fanned herself when I met her gaze. “What?” she snapped. “There’s so much big peen energy in this teeny, tiny hallway right now it’s practically choking me!” Faris cackled and Bram let out a loud laugh.

his hold on me tightening as he gave me a look that said not to argue with him. I live to argue with men. Why, moon maidens, must you curse me so?

“Sweet Firefly,” Faris whispered, leaning his face down to my ear. When he spoke, his breath hit my skin which sent heat straight to my core. “I owe you a debt. For the rest of my life, I will be faithful to you, loyal, and protective. I will cut down any man, woman, or beast that wrongs you or attempts to steal you away. You have my word. I’ll be your viper.”

“You taste like sex and candy, too, Firefly,” he told me, taking my bloodied finger and sucking it into his mouth. Fucking fuck. “Now, if you’ll excuse me? I’m having my very first boner and I’m going to go upstairs and see what happens when I rub it.” He grinned devilishly and then he was racing up the stairs with lightning-fast speed. Guess he got a blood boost?

“OH MY GODS SA-WEET BOUNCING BANANAS ON A BAHAMA MAMA!” and we all looked at each other before understanding dawned and Bram and I fucking lost it.

the sound of a roar that promised vengeance and success echoed in my mind. Baggie’s gonna fuck some people up. I’m so here for it.

"Alright, we need to start because Baggie is restless as hell and he needs his daddy cat back..." I winced at the rumble of objection through my brain. "Correction, Baggie is the daddy cat. And uh, I'm not allowed to say that again."

My one of heart, my one of soul, my one of body, now one of mind.

‘Napoleon.’ ‘Shut up,’ I laughed. ‘Rude,’ he squeaked. ‘Wait. You're serious? Your name is Napoleon? As in, the tiny tyrant who had small man syndrome and a world domination fascination?’ ‘How do you know these things about me, géant?’ he asked with suspicion as we zoomed across the dusty dirt floor. I swallowed a chuckle at his distrustful personality. ‘Just a good judge of character, I guess.’

‘Finally, a steed worthy of a warrior! Guard your baguettes, messieurs!’ Napoleon screamed and I laughed.

‘They have pure murder eyes,’ Napoleon sighed from his perch on my shoulder. He wasn’t wrong.

I did things for myself and created my own destiny. But I was quickly learning that just because you don't need people to get by, doesn't mean it isn't really fucking nice to have them in your corner.

Bram eyed Faris skeptically, not quite sure what to make of the blood mage yet. There was no mistaking the threat in his gaze. Hurt her and I’ll kill you.

Did he see us as a couple? Technically, I hadn't even known that he existed until earlier today. As though he knew my thoughts, he chuckled. "Don't be nervous. We've already done butt stuff. What is there to be anxious about after that?" He lifted a dark brow and I laughed.

Faris reached out and twirled a lock of my hair around his finger before bringing it to his nose and inhaling deeply. His dark lashes fluttered and he visibly trembled. I just stared at him; he was psycho intense and also like… really fucking strange with his mannerisms. That means you wanna bone him. My inner witch piped up and I blushed at my own dirty thoughts. No, it means I find him fascinating, I argued with myself. You wanna ride his crazy train. And by train, I mean his big ol’ crazy coc—

I'd never been anyone's first and now I had a mage who was not only an unhinged, zero fucks giving psychopath, but also a virgin!

A sharp sensation on my tongue startled me and I started to retreat. Metallic, coppery liquid filled my mouth and Faris sucked my entire tongue into his mouth. The entire situation was erotic and depraved... I'd never done anything like this. I guess I can be fucking five guys on the regular and still learn new tricks.

Faris looked like the love child of danger, risky decisions, and sex. My inner witch really wanted to sit on his face. Hussy. "I came in my pants," he said softly, eyebrows lifted in shock. I couldn't stop myself. A giggle slipped past my lips and I smiled at my lusty blood mage.

"I'm going to get cleaned up. And as sexy as you are with your blood trickling down your chin, I don't think your other boyfriends would agree. Hold still," he ordered, leaning down and licking me clean as I blinked like an owl. "Delicious," he murmured,

I wasn't Saige anymore, I was a different kind of witch. Fuck, I was a demon witch who knew what it felt like to lose a mate. I knew what it felt like to have my own mother murder my mate. No, I wasn't Saige anymore. I was something else entirely.

At the rate things were going, I was going to end up having a heart attack before I turned thirty.

Kai piped up. "Yeah, man. We're all here, thanks to you." Bram smiled slightly, "Worth it. For Goldie. Hey… Kai?” The man in question squatted down near Bram’s head. “What is it?” “Put some fuckin’ clothes on before you poke my eye out.” And then he promptly passed out again. I couldn’t help the laugh that slipped out,

Oh stars, this is going to get some reactions. Faris grinned. "On the count of three," he said to Sloane. "One, two, three." He jerked his hands back and his fangs elongated. Kai gasped and fell back on his ass, staring at Faris with fear and confusion.

Cam's hands tightened on mine. Was he concerned about that fact? Shit, he was going to lose it when he found out I'd already let him feed on me...

I couldn't deal with fighting right now. Everyone was mostly okay, despite my demon being mortally wounded and all that, but… I was trying to be positive gods damnit. We were together. That's all that mattered.

"You big idiot. Why didn't you say something? But you're all, let me sit over here, fucking stabbed and watch while my mate beats the shit out of her mom," I ranted. He opened his mouth, probably to argue, but I was on a roll. "Then I'll just watch this lovely reunion while my mate dry humps her two other boyfriends and fall on the floor and pass out from blood loss without so much as a peep!" I inhaled a deep, shuddering breath. Six pairs of eyes were staring at me like I'd lost my mind.

"Are you done, Red?" Sloane asked, staring at me with those ice blue eyes. Oh hell no. "And you," I narrowed my eyes, pointing a finger at Sloane who returned the expression with ease. Don't say it, Saige. Don't go there. "You don't even act like you're happy to see me!" Kai released a low whistle at that accusation and Sloane appeared to be stunned speechless for the first time since I'd met him.

"I didn't think you'd be happy to see me," Sloane said, like he was unsure of how to act at the moment. To my surprise, his cheeks were turning a little red and I didn't think it was thanks to his affinity.

"What did he do?" Sloane asked quietly and that caused me to wince more than I would have if he'd growled like he usually did.

"He's dead. He was already dead. I'm going to rip him apart with my teeth," Kai snarled, hopping to his feet to pace.

Each and every one of my men looked ready to commit dark and bloody acts in defense of my honor. I'd be lying if I said that it didn't make me feel all warm and tingly on the inside... including down below.

Sweet moon maidens. I watched as he pulled his hand back and studied it, his eyes lighting up and darting down to the not so inconspicuous bulge in his pants. Aw, hell.

Don’t concern yourself with it, Saige. He’s a grown man who just remembered he has a fully functional penis. You’d be jacking it too.