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Avatars radiated like an aura. She hadn’t felt it because, as a fellow Avatar, she was immune, but Izar was human and it had hit him like lightning.
    As a relatively young Chosen who’d never brought another into power, Zoa hadn’t even thought to consider this problem. Control came quickly, after all, but not this quickly. Oh, she should have known better. After so long with sex being nothing but frustration, of course Jeric was desperate. That desperation had swept Izar up in its tide and then the two of them had taken her along for the ride.
    Zoa stared up at Izar with growing fear. The captain was coiled tight as a spring above her, his tan face nearly white with strain. The lust in the room was dangerous now and Izar was right at its heart. When it finally broke, it very well could break him.
    Jeric would never forgive himself if he hurt his captain. She needed to stop this now, but when she reached for her own power to try to bring things down, all she touched was lust. It was too late, the thing that was building between them was bigger than her power now. Even she was caught in its grasp, her body moving almost without her control as she sucked Izar deep into her mouth, clamping her legs around Jeric’s hips in the process as their thrusts stoked the fire higher and higher until, in a final, glorious burst, the power broke.
    The orgasm hit her harder than any since her first. Zoa went stiff on the bed, helpless beneath the power that tore through her. Above her, Izar came with a shout, his fists clenched bone white in the blankets as he poured himself down her throat. But Jeric’s orgasm hit them strongest of all.
    He made no sound as he came, but Zoa felt his body go hard as iron, his muscles slamming against her as he came and came and came. Each clench was accompanied by a wave of power so intense Zoa could do nothing but surrender as another orgasm slammed into her body right on the heels of the first. Izar clenched as well, his cock slamming against the back of her throat as he came again, the unprecedented, magically driven second orgasm gripping Izar until he was white from the effort.
    Finally, with one last great thrust, Jeric collapsed. The power faded, drifting out of the room like smoke. Izar fell as well, tumbling onto the bed beside her. Zoa was up at once, sliding out from under Jeric as she hurried to turn the captain over. Izar was still breathing, but he was white as snow against her red sheets, his eyes closed and his face strained.
    “Captain,” she whispered, careful not to touch him. “Captain, are you all right?”
    She felt the bed shift as Jeric started to get up, but she stuck out her hand, stopping him. Now that she was awake and free of the magic’s grip, she could feel it plainly. Lust was still rolling off Jeric in controlled waves. She couldn’t risk it near Izar, not after he’d been so overloaded. Even she didn’t dare to come any closer. All they could do was wait and see.
    After a full minute, Izar suddenly took an enormous breath and opened his eyes. They were dazed and wild, but also filled with wonder as they slid from her to Jeric and back again.
    “Izar,” she whispered, not daring to breathe. “How are you feeling?”
    “Bloody amazing,” Izar whispered, sinking into the bed. “What happened?”
    “What did happen?” Jeric asked, coming up behind Zoa.
    Relieved, Zoa fell back against him, sliding into Jeric’s lap. “You did,” she said. “You’re an Avatar of Dezira now. Sex isn’t just pleasure anymore. It’s magic, and you nearly overloaded our dear captain.”
    Jeric went stiff behind her. “What?”
    “What?” Izar said at the same time. “Wait, Avatar?”
    “It’s my fault,” Zoa said, glancing up at Jeric. “I should have told you, but you passed out last night, and then this morning I was distracted, not that it’s any excuse.”
    “Overloaded?” Jeric said, his voice torn between bewildered and slightly panicked.
    Zoa nodded.