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Her hands curled in on each other, until she knew she’d leave marks in her own skin, trying to stave off the impending climax, but when Amir reached around her, punctuating his final few thrusts with a flick on her clit, she erupted with a scream that tore through the room. His thrusts stuttered, until he too exploded, his hips smacking against her ass one last time as his cock seemed to swell within her before he came with a shout. Spurt after spurt surged inside her, branding her as his. Her pleasure detonated in response, like a burst of light— fireworks— behind her eyes, and she was left to float back to the ground like debris on the Fourth of July.

Maya must have actually blacked out, because when she came to, her hands were unbound, and she was laid out on the bed with three very attentive men caressing her skin.

Slowly, she cracked her eyes open and found Amir staring down at her where he was propped up on an arm, brushing a stray strand of hair away from her face.

“You okay?” His words were simple but Maya read everything else between the lines. It was in the way he curled over her to look deep into her eyes, assessing if she was truly fine. In the way he oh-so-carefully brushed his fingers across her skin.

Maya realized in that moment, that sometimes it was okay to let other people take care of her. In this case— her men. Her men.

Asher butted Amir out of the way, a gentle smile curling his lips as she stared up at him. With the butterflies fluttering in her stomach, the floaty headspace she seemed to be in, she was surprised not to see glittering lights floating around his head.

“I think we spent enough time dirtying you up, yeah? Let’s get clean.”

She grinned at him as he picked her up off the bed, her heart fluttering as his arms wrapped around her to hold her close. “You gonna take care of me, Asher?”

“Always. If you’ll let me, inine.”

Yeah, they’d claimed her tonight, but she had claimed them too, even if they didn’t fucking know it yet.

Chapter Thirteen

It was late in the night, or early in the morning depending on how you looked at it, when Maya stepped out of the shower. Hair dripping, body squeaky clean, and a grin on her face. The bright sink lights were harsh on her complexion, but they did nothing to bleach the flush from her cheeks.

Asher had helped her escape from the kitty pile to get clean in the shower, thankfully. She was unable to stand the sticky wetness between her thighs for another second— no matter how sexy it had been in the moment. Musing over the revelation she’d had, giddiness coursed through her veins. A new happiness, something she’d never felt before, not even with Alex.

I actually fell in love with my cats… Maya, you crazy girl.

She tried to talk some sense into herself, but the bubbly feeling persisted. Shrugging, she pushed it aside for now, still grinning, and towel dried her hair before following her nightly routine and opening the door again.

When she did, it revealed something she never thought she’d find.

Her men had been conversing quietly, their heads tucked together in a conspiratorial whisper. When they turned, the empty, cruel look in their eyes brought a lump to her throat. Whoever had the amulet, their influence had now taken ahold of her men. That was the only explanation that would put such a look in their eyes. She backed up, knowing she couldn’t take three of them at one time, but before she could get the door slammed to the bathroom, August was there, jamming the door open with his foot and knee in the way. Maya’s heart pounded as she glanced up, the hatred in his amber eyes something she would never forget.

“What, is this Doppelgangland?”

August frowned at her. “References are my thing.”

“No. Reference were August’s thing. You’re not August.”

And he wasn't. August would never look at her with such perverted glee in his gaze. He would also never grab the door, jerk it from her grasp, and pull her by the arm into the bedroom, shoving her towards the bed. Catching herself against the mattress, she glared at the three of them when they peered over at her.

“We should take her with us.” Asher announced, only for the other two to agree.

“Absolutely. We can have a lot of fun while we fuck off with whatever the bastard wants.” Amir, the harshness in his tone even more stark than usual, any hint of his previous self gone.

It seemed the only thing they had in common with their old selves was… her.

Lucky me.

Maya’s thoughts ran a million miles an hour— trying to work out how she could get the amulet back and revert them to normal. The only way to do that would be to actually hold the amulet again, and the only way to do that would be—

“Yes. Take me with you.” She called over to them.

Asher turned with an arched brow. “Why so eager? Can’t get enough of us?”

Maya resisted the urge to roll her eyes and shrugged instead, curling her shoulders in and crossing her arms defensively. “I’ll take what I can fucking get, okay?”

“You wanna go with us to see…What was his name?” August snapped his fingers in the air, as if trying to recall. “You know what, I don’t think he mentioned a name. That’s fine. If we’re going to die for your carelessness, you can come with us. You’re not leaving us like you did Malak.”