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panting and almost glowing in his pleasure. Zoa rolled over as well, sliding off Jeric’s cock, which was hard as ever. But when Jeric tried to turn away, shamefaced, she caught his hardness in her hand and gave him a knowing smile. His member twitched against her palm and he groaned. Zoa’s smile only grew. It was time.
    She leaned over the panting captain and concentrated very hard on pulling only as much magic as she would need. Plucking a burning, mental pinch of the pulsing power around her, she leaned forward and whispered softly in Izar’s ear, “Sleep.”
    The spell seeped into him, and with a deep breath, the captain slept.
    Jeric stared at her. “What was that?”
    “A spell,” Zoa answered. They were kneeling on the bed, still close together, his throbbing cock still clutched in her hand. She could feel his need hotter than ever, even as he pulled away, eyes wide.
    “Witchcraft?” he whispered.
    Zoa laughed. “No, witches deal in herbs and trickery. My power is no illusion, nor is it blood bought. I only use what is given me freely by my Lady.”
    Jeric took a deep breath. “And who is your Lady?”
    Zoa’s smile grew wicked. “Can’t you guess?”
    He looked at her blankly, so she did the most obvious thing. She leaned forward and kissed him. It was a long, deep kiss, and she felt him groan against her, his cock jerking against her hand. His hands, in turn, came up from his sides to rove over her body, sliding up and down her hips and waist, his fingers pulling her closer. By the time she broke the kiss, they were both panting.
    “I know your secret, Jeric,” she whispered, burrowing her head into the crook of his shoulder.
    He went stiff against her and his hands stopped their roving. She could feel the need to escape building up in him, but she held tight. It had to be now.
    “I know why you never come,” she said softly. “Why, no matter how hard you try, you can never orgasm.” She pulled back to look him in the face and the panicked shame in his eyes broke her heart. “I was the same,” she whispered, stroking his cheek. “And I can end your frustration.” She leaned forward, resting her forehead on his. When she spoke next, her voice was absolutely confident. “I can make you come.”
    Jeric lowered his head. “Do you know how many women have said that to me?”
    She caught his chin and tilted it up again. “Those women weren’t me,” she said, flicking her fingers over his still-hard cock.
    He looked at her, his eyes dark and hungry. She could see the confliction in his face, mind-blowing need wrestling with long-held shame. Shame seemed to be winning, for he started to pull away again. But when he tried to speak, Zoa leaned forward and shut his mouth with another kiss as she raised herself up and settled in his lap, taking him into her with one smooth thrust.
    This time, their joining was different. Zoa was different. Before, she’d enjoyed him and the captain as any woman with two amorous, handsome men would, but this time she wasn’t on top of him as herself. She was above him as a Chosen of Dezira, here to claim him at last.
    He groaned through his teeth as she rode him, his expression caught between panic and ecstasy. His hands dropped to the bed, grabbing the silk sheets in white-knuckled fists as she pushed herself up and down, sliding slick along his cock. Finally, he made a frustrated sound and grabbed her hips, slamming her down on him with a need that was almost violent.
    Zoa just smiled and rode him harder, bucking her hips each time she landed to add another wave of pleasure to the tide he was already riding. She could feel his cock inside her, ramrod straight and throbbing. His fingers clenched her hard enough to leave bruises, but she did not stop. She kept her eyes locked on his and rode him, slamming down over and over and over again as the power in the room began to build.
    This time there would be no controlling it. Already the raw lust was crackling in the