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  1. Betrayed by Magic
  2. Jasmine Walt
  3. Contents
  4. Copyright
  5. Author’s Note
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  35. Epilogue
  36. Glossary
  37. Acknowledgments
  38. About the Author
  39. Also by Jasmine Walt

“Enough,” he finally said, pulling my hand away. He slid his thumb over my sweet spot, sending another shock of pleasure through me, then buried himself inside me. I was already so wound up, so close to the edge, that the single thrust sent me over. Stars burst in my vision as pleasure barreled through me, and I screamed his name as I clung to him, seeking purchase in the storm we’d created together. He held me tight, but didn’t stop, taking me hard and fast against the wall as water continued to drum against his back.

Magic sizzled in the air around us as he joined his soul with mine, allowing me to feel the tide of pleasure he felt as he pounded into me. My inner muscles clenched around him as I came again, and he groaned low and deep in his throat as he finally found release. His grip on me weakened, and we found ourselves sliding to the floor of the shower. Thank Magorah the hot water was powered by magic, or the spray would be ice cold by now.

“I love you,” Iannis murmured in my ear, gently stroking my back.

“Love you too.” Smiling, I snagged the bar of soap, which had fallen to the ground, and began lathering it up in my hands. “Now why don’t we get ourselves cleaned up?”

22

The banquet hall was buzzing with chatter when the three of us walked in, nearly full despite the fact that we’d arrived a few minutes early. The entire Parabas Mages Guild must have shown up. Though everyone was dressed in finery, it was easy enough to pick up on who was a peon and who was a high-ranking mage, based on body language. The grand, open space had high ceilings and a wide, carpeted floor. Gold was the dominating color, featured on the drapes hanging from the walls, the molding that edged the ceiling, and the legs and backs of the chairs gathered by the tables arranged in a semi-circle around a glossy wooden dance floor. Toward the back, there was a stage, where the first part of the evening’s entertainment was already set up. A pianist was playing a light and lively tune, pleasant enough, but not too loud, so that the guests could enjoy their conversations.