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Then I push Tanner away, stand up, and make him sit in the chair. Blocking him from Luther’s view, facing the camera, I lower myself onto his cock. As I move up and down on his shaft, and he holds my hips, I tilt forward and my eyes fly open at the sensation of the angle he’s hitting.

I grab the desk, using it to give me enough leverage to move faster and harder.

Tanner groans and sweeps my hair from my shoulder so he can kiss my back.

“Fuck, Nova, come for us,” Luther says.

He’s going to come too, and Tanner isn’t far behind. I can feel it in the way he’s swelling inside me, filling me up. I reach for my clit, leaning back onto Tanner and bracing my legs on the desk. “I’m going to come, oh fuck, I’m going to come.”

“Good girl,” Luther says slowly. “You can do it.”

As my orgasm builds, I jerk forward again. Tanner lets out a loud moan and jerks his hips so his cock thrusts up into me. He reaches up, grabbing the top of my neck.

And then my body unfurls.

Every muscle, every fiber, every cell explodes. My wings burst free, sparks flying into the room and circling up toward the ceiling.

On the screen, Luther comes hard. He’s panting, his brow beaded with sweat.

Tanner lifts me off him. I drop to my knees, still quivering, and open my mouth. Smoothing my hair gently from my face, he reaches over for the phone and holds it so Luther can see him come onto my tongue. I stare up at them both, then swallow.

“Shit, that’s hot,” Tanner breathes.

“I wish I was there to fuck you, too, Little Star.” Luther wipes his brow with the back of his hand.

“Are you finished?” Thornfield is standing by the door. None of us heard him enter, and I have no idea how long he’s been standing there for. He’s holding up his phone. “I sent images of the book we needed to your phone, Nova. Perhaps you can find time to look at them while Kole and I take care of Zephyra. If you’re not otherwise engaged.”

Slowly, I stand up and lean over, hands on the desk. “I don’t appreciate your tone.”

Thornfield’s eyes flicker. “You have something on your chin,” he drawls. “Maybe you should lick it off.”

I narrow my eyes at him. “Maybe you should lick it off for me.”

“Hey, hey…” Tanner stands up, pulling his pants on. “Enough.”

“Who the fuck does that guy think he is?” Luther growls from the phone.

I turn around, giving Thornfield a prime view of my ass as I pick up my clothes and put them back on. Then I retrieve my phone. “Sorry, I was just playing with him.”

“I’m not pissed at you,” Luther says, flicking a flame into his palm. Clearly, right now, his emotions are on the edge. Simmering close to the surface.

“I should go.” I stare at him, wishing he was close enough to touch.

He blinks and shakes his head, as if he forgot the entire reason we were speaking in the first place. “Wait. Before you go…” He sighs heavily. “There’s something you should know.”

Tanner moves back into Luther’s eye-line, wrapping his arms around my waist. “What is it, Luther?”

“The scepter,” he says. “We have new information.”

Thornfield is by my side before I even realise he’s moved. “Where is it?” he whispers.

“No idea,” Luther says. “All I know is that the AMA doesn’t have it. They took credit for it. But it wasn’t them who stole it, and it wasn’t them who bought it at auction. It was all a lie.”

“If it wasn’t them, who the fuck was it?” Thornfield barks. It’s perhaps the first time I’ve heard him swear.

“Well, that’s the question, isn’t it?” Luther replies.

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