The Witch Who Couldn't Give Amuk

I've been kidnapped by an incubus. It doesn't matter that he's my betrothed—I'd been running from him and my coven for the past two decades. My mother finally found me, and betrayed my location.
I won't blame my boys for this. It wasn't their fault. I wasn't going to be able to hide my magick forever, so this was inevitable. Seth has me, and will likely claim my virginity, my magick, and my life. I'm only sorry for the pain it will likely bring my boys.
Karl, a self-effacing vampire who fusses like a mother hen.
Luka, a rowdy werewolf who loudly proclaimed me as his mate the first night I met him.
And Quinn. A player warlock who struggles with his feelings for me just as much I struggle with my feelings for him.
If I'm about to die, then at least I'll go down fighting. I owe that much to my coven—those cowards who sold me out just so they wouldn't feel Seth's fury themselves. I know it's going to hurt, but I also know there will be a brief moment when I lose my virginity where the magick will crackle against my skin, and soar through my veins. That is when I must strike—and try to take down as many of them with me as I can...before the incubus claims all of me for himself.