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CHAPTER EIGHT

ISOLDE

A court. Bound through blood and desire. The clinical description of what we’ve become makes my stomach churn, not because it’s wrong, but because it’s so devastatingly accurate.

“So, what you’re saying is that none of this is real. Your feelings, your devotion. It’s all just magical compulsion.”

“No,” William says immediately. “That’s not what it means.”

“Isn’t it?” I challenge, stepping back from all three of them. “Bound through blood and desire. Compelled to gather others of significant power. How is that different from magical slavery?”

CJ moves towards me, but I hold up a hand to stop him. The hurt in his eyes makes my chest ache, but I need distance to think, to process this revelation.

“Isolde,” Cassiel says gently, “the book describes the mechanism, not the motivation. What I feel for you, what we all feel, existed before this bond was forged.”

“Did it?” I demand. “How can any of us be sure?”

“Because I’ve been dead for a century,” William says flatly.

“A hundred years of isolation, of watching, of existing without purpose or passion. Then you arrived, and for the first time since my death, I felt something other than rage or despair. That was before any blood bond, before I even understood what you were.”

CJ steps closer despite my raised hand. “And I’ve never felt compelled by anything in my life, Isolde. I take what I want through choice, not magic. What I feel for you burns deeper than any spell could reach.”

“The bond doesn’t create feelings,” Cassiel adds, his silver eyes intense. “It amplifies what already exists. It ensures loyalty, yes, but not love. Not desire. Those came first.”

I want to believe them, but the clinical description in the ancient text makes everything feel tainted. “How can we know for certain?”

“Because,” CJ says, reaching into his pocket and pulling out the barb he took from the chamber, “we’re going to find out.”

The silver implement gleams with residual power, still carrying traces of my essence from when Blackridge used it to map my abilities.

“What are you planning?” I ask warily.

“Somehow, we can use this to break the telemetry. If Blackridge used it to insert them, we can use it to take them out, or deactivate them.”

“How? We don’t know anything about this system.”

“Leave it with me,” he says cryptically, and I nod. Trusting him is easy. It’s natural.

“So, what now?” I ask.

“Now, you rest. You have classes later, and we have to carry on as if nothing has changed and everything is normal. We don’t give Blackridge ammo.”

“Ammo?”

“Don’t lose your temper, don’t rise to any bait. Just walk away.”

“Walk away. I don’t like the sound of this.”

CJ moves into my personal space and cups my face, brushing his lips over mine. His markings, the ones on his hands, start to swirl, and I feel an unnatural heat flood my system. “I know, but it’s for the best. We will be here to watch over you.”

I look up into his dark brown eyes, the amber flecks seeming more pronounced. “What are you?”

He smirks, giving me that arrogant attitude that caught my attention months ago. “You’ll see, one day, soon, my sweet. I won’t keep this from you forever.” His eyes cloud over. “There are reasons. Important ones.”

He searches my eyes, looking for understanding, and I give it to him. I trust him completely. Whatever he is hiding, it’s for a good reason.

I nod, and he smiles that sexy smile that does things to my insides. “We’ll walk you back to your room so you can rest. The more you rest and relax, the less data Blackridge can get from you.”

“Fair point,” I murmur and let them lead me back to my room, Cassiel clutching the book he checked out quickly before catching us up.

Once back in my room, I strip off and settle into the bed, wanting a shower but too worn out to get back up.

My spine burns with the runes, but weirdly, my head doesn’t feel any different.

I’m not sure whether that is a good thing or a bad thing.

Cassiel places the book carefully on the desk and settles into a chair, leaning back and closing his eyes.

William hovers near the window, staring out at the Bell Tower.

I wonder what he is thinking about all of this now.

His death, so meaningless, must be haunting him even more now.

No pun intended. CJ takes off his coat and shoes, rolls up the sleeves of his black shirt, and exposes his forearms. A shot of lust hits me hard, flooding my pussy.

“Take me,” I murmur.

He raises an eyebrow, “You sure?”

“Always.”

He climbs onto the bed, his movements deliberate and wolfish as he pulls the covers away from me. His hands grip my ankles, pulling me down the mattress until I’m flat on my back, looking up at him. His eyes are intense, the amber flecks burning brighter as he leans over me.

“You need to rest,” he murmurs, but his actions betray his words. His hands slide up my calves, over my knees, and push my thighs apart. “But first, I need to taste you.”

His head dips, and he trails kisses up the inside of my thigh, making me shiver. Every touch sends jolts of electricity through me, igniting my nerves with anticipation. When his mouth reaches my pussy, he pauses, his breath hot against my sensitive skin.

“CJ,” I whisper, my hands fisting the sheets. “Please...”

He looks up at me, a wicked grin on his face. “Please what, Isolde? Tell me what you want.”

“I want you to taste me,” I say, my voice steady despite the pounding of my heart. “I want your mouth on me.”

His grin widens, and he lowers his head again, his tongue flicking out to tease me. The first touch of his tongue against my clit makes me gasp, my back arching off the bed. He takes his time, licking and sucking gently before increasing the pressure.

I writhe under his touch, my body aching for more. He slides two fingers inside me, pumping them slowly in and out while his tongue works magic on my clit. The sensation builds, a coiling pressure in my core that takes away the lingering ache from the runes embedded in my spine.

“CJ,” I moan, my hands finding their way into his hair, gripping tightly as I grind against his face. His growl of approval vibrates through me, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through my veins.

He intensifies his efforts, his fingers moving faster, his tongue applying more pressure. The world narrows down to the raw, primal connection that has me teetering on the edge of ecstasy.

He drops his fangs, and I moan with longing. They graze against my sensitive flesh, and the scent of my blood fills the air.

“Fuck,” I scream when he bites down, his fangs slicing gently into my clit with an accuracy that tells me he’s done this before, but not a single part of me gives a flying fuck.

I come so hard, I see stars.

It’s a tidal wave of sensation that leaves me gasping and shaking. He retracts his fangs and rides it out with me, his fingers and tongue drawing out every last shudder before he finally pulls away, a satisfied smirk on his face.

“You taste fucking amazing,” he murmurs.

“Cass,” I murmur, holding out my hand. He is watching intently from the chair.

William is still by the window, his back turned to the room.

“William,” I whisper.

“We will get our time, my queen,” he says stiffly.

“I want you.”

He turns slowly. “I know, and you have no idea how desperately I need you. But I can’t touch you properly. Not like this. We will be together soon, Isolde.” His eyes flash dangerously. “I can guarantee it.”

I nod, accepting that there are limitations with us. He is a ghost, and while there are times he can touch me, it won’t be the same. He needs this to be whole when it happens.

Cassiel distracts me by taking over from CJ on my pussy, flicking his tongue over my clit. “Do you like this, Isolde?”

“Yes,” I scream as my sensitive clit pulsates wildly.

“Am I pleasing you as CJ did?”

I blink and look down at him, devouring my pussy with a fervour that has me flooding his mouth with juices, and I remember that he is as new to this as I am. “Fuck, yes,” I groan. “Don’t stop.”

He slides two fingers inside me, pressing his tongue harder onto my clit. I buck against his face, grinding my pussy against his mouth as he feasts on me like a man starved.

His wings manifest, the black feathers rustling with his movements. The sight of him between my legs, his wings arching over his back, is breathtakingly erotic. I reach down and tangle my fingers in his hair, pulling him closer as I ride his face with abandon.

His eyes meet mine, and the passion in his gaze sends another wave of pleasure crashing over me. He’s not just feasting on me; he’s worshipping me, and it’s the most intoxicating feeling I’ve ever experienced.

CJ watches as he strips off slowly, his eyes burning with lust and approval. The markings on his body writhe over his skin as he leans down and captures my mouth in a fierce kiss, swallowing my moans as Cassiel brings me closer to the edge.

The sensation builds, a coiling tension in my core that is bordering on an explosion at any moment. Cassiel’s fingers move faster, his tongue working my clit roughly, his teeth tugging before he laps at me again.

“Cassiel,” I gasp, breaking away from CJ’s kiss as my second orgasm thunders through my veins, making my back ache with the ferocity, but I’m past caring. I don’t even care what data this is sending to Blackridge. “More!” I scream. “I need more.”

Cassiel kneels in front of me, his cock bulging against his pants.

He strips off slowly as CJ gently lifts me so he can slide in behind.

“We are going to take you together, Issy. We are going to batter your sweet pussy with our thick cocks, making you come, making you scream, and making you beg for more. Do you want that, my sweet? Do you want us to pleasure you until you can’t even remember your own name? ”

“Yes,” I pant, wondering what girl in their right mind would say no.

“Then that’s what you’ll get,” CJ growls, extending his fangs to bite down on my shoulder. His strong arms wrap around my waist, pulling me against his chest. I run my hands over his tattoos and gasp when I get a little electric shock.

“Fuck,” CJ groans around my shoulder. “Do that again.”

“Did you feel it?”

He doesn’t answer with words. Only a feral snarl when I run my fingers lightly over his arms again. He manhandles me roughly into position, slamming his cock inside me, making me cry out. He is enormous, splitting me wide open.

Cassiel kneels between my legs, his eyes riveted to CJ's cock pounding my pussy. His wings stretch out to their full span, the ebony feathers glossy and beautiful. I want to stroke them. His eyes, silver and intense, lock onto mine as he shuffles closer, his cock hard and ready.

CJ’s hands roam over my body, exploring every curve and contour with a possessive touch.

He cups my breasts, his thumbs circling my nipples, sending jolts of electricity straight to my core.

Cassiel leans in, capturing my lips in a fierce kiss that leaves me breathless.

His hands grip my hips, holding me steady.

With a slow, deliberate thrust, he enters me, stretching me past capacity.

He muffles my scream, and CJ’s hold on me tightens.

Cass’s cock slides against CJ’s, the friction intense and overwhelming. I can feel every ridge, every throb of both of them as they fill me completely. The sensation is indescribable, a swirl of pain and pleasure that leaves me gasping and writhing between them.

Cassiel moves, his hips thrusting in a rhythm that complements CJ’s movements.

They alternate, one pulling back as the other pushes in, creating a constant, relentless stimulation that sends waves of ecstasy crashing through me.

I’m sandwiched between them, their bodies pressing against mine, their scents enveloping me.

“Isolde,” Cassiel murmurs against my lips before trailing kisses down my neck. His wings fold around us, cocooning us in a world of our own. The soft rustle of his feathers adds a sensual layer that heightens every touch, every thrust.

CJ’s grip on my waist tightens, his fingers digging into my skin as he increases his pace. His growls and whispered endearments in my ear send shivers down my spine. “You feel so fucking good, Issy. So tight, so perfect.”

I reach out and touch one of Cass’s feathers with the back of my hand. He freezes for a moment before he closes his eyes and makes a mewling noise of pleasure. I grow bolder and stroke him, the silky softness of his feathers a sensory pleasure under my touch.

Instead of pulling away, Cassiel leans into my touch, a soft purr rumbling from his chest. His hips move faster, his cock sliding against CJ’s in a rhythm that sends shockwaves of pleasure through my body.

CJ’s teeth graze my neck. His fangs sink into my flesh, drawing blood, marking me with raw possession. The sensation is electric, a jolt of pure ecstasy that rips through me, intensifying the already overwhelming pleasure.

Cassiel groans, feeling the surge of power that comes with CJ’s bite. His hands grip my thighs tightly, his thrusts becoming more urgent, more demanding. The room fills with the sound of our bodies moving together, our breaths mingling in a symphony of desire and need.

The combined sensation of both their cocks filling me, their hands gripping me, and their lips on my skin is too much to bear.

I cry out, every nerve ending exploding in rapture as an orgasm tears through me.

The world goes white for a moment as waves of relentless pleasure wash over me, leaving me breathless and trembling between them.

Cassiel follows close behind, his body tensing as he finds his release. He presses his forehead to mine, his silver eyes locking onto mine.

“Fuck, I’m coming,” CJ growls in my ear, and then his hand tightens around my throat, and the other grips my hip as he slams into me even harder.

My orgasm goes on, crashing over me again as he unloads his cum inside me. “Issy,” he grits out before he bites down again, drawing more blood from me.

Cassiel slowly pulls out and leans back, breathing heavily. His wings fold against his back, and he watches as CJ finishes and releases me. He offers me his wrist, and I grab it, biting down without decorum as my hunger floods me.

My gaze scans the room for William, but I can’t see him. Sadness replaces my euphoria, and I close my eyes, pressing back the tears that have sprung up out of nowhere.

Soon, my prince. Soon.