I’ll never forget this moment, but I can’t hide the heat on my cheeks now that it’s over. I have no regrets. This was perfect. But there are about a thousand reasons I shouldn’t have fucked either of them.
“You’re a witch,”Ambrose says.
“You have magic,”Nyx says.
Both men are grinning at me like they couldn’t be prouder.
I swallow hard, letting the feeling wash through me. I’ve never been more unsure how to feel. I hate witches. Isolde has taken everything from us. There is a war between the creatures. We’ve always hated each other. But now I’m one of them. Half witch, half wolf. It seems the world has made it even clearer who my mate is.
I turn my head, looking from one to the other, unsure of what to say. They both seem to want to talk about the magic part, but what about the sex? We should talk. We should—
“I knew I should have put a stronger spell on this cage to prevent you from using magic,” Isolde is suddenly standing outside the cell, glaring in like she wants to kill us. “You shattered all the glass that we were setting up for the feast.”
I meet her gaze, expecting her anger to be directed at me; instead, she is glaring at Ambrose. He snickers. “Oh dear, I guess you’ll have to use paper then.”
She blasts her magic out, straight at his chest.
“Ambrose!” I scream, throwing myself onto his body before she blasts him again. Heat burns me as I touch him like an electric shock. It lingers in his body, almost knocking him out.
I’m about to tell Isolde to leave him alone, that I was the one to do that, when subtly, Nyx shakes his head.
I keep my mouth shut; I know it’s better that she doesn’t know I have magic. Something I can use to my advantage later. But I’m angry. I’m tired of hiding. Tired of pretending I’m not good enough. Not strong enough. That she can boss me around.
My magic flares at my fingertips. I don’t know how to control it. I don’t know how strong I am. I don’t understand a thing about it. For now, it’s a secret weapon to use against her.
Isolde looks from Ambrose to me. “You reek of sex. The real reason you’re confused about who your mate is that you’re a whore.”
“And the real reason you don’t believe that Ambrose is my mate is that you don’t trust your seers. They are witches, your people, and you don’t believe them. Don’t trust their magic.”
“I trust them just fine. It’syouI don’t trust.”
“You think I tricked every single seer into believing the man I hated at the time was my mate instead of the man I had fallen in love with?”
She ignores me. “What you did changes nothing. I’ll be deciding who you do the marking with. I will control you. I will ensure you join with the man of my choosing.”
Ambrose slowly sits up next to me.“You okay?”I ask him in his mind.
He gives me a slight nod in return.
“Taunt her then, with your magic,”I say.
“What? Why?”
“Trust me.”
“That’s all you’ve got? A blast to the chest. We’ll be breaking out of here long before the next full moon.”
She growls, her magic blasting out of her as she forms a new barrier around our cell. I can feel how thick it is. How strong the walls are she builds, thicker and thicker this time, until I’m sure she’s caged our magic inside. It will be hard to blast our way out. But that’s not the point.
“Better?” she asks, smirking.
Ambrose blasts his magic out, and it ricochets back to him, knocking him back.
I wince.“Sorry.”
“I’m okay.”
“Your magic isn’t strong enough. You can’t force us to join together for the ceremony. You don’t have that kind of power,” I taunt her, knowing what I’m risking and hoping both men next to me forgive me if I’m wrong. But after both of them just willingly fucked me together, I know they trust me and each other enough.