Page 19 of Entwined
“That’s nothing new.”
The low thrum of arousal coils tight in my stomach, my hardened dick already tucked behind my belt, pre-cum coating the head. The chilly night air is cool against the sweat dotting my skin, but my wolf is pacing, a constant rumble leaving his throat, his tail moving rapidly from side to side. I run a hand down my face, subtly covering my mouth and nose, trying to mask her scent.
“It’s worse,” I admit. “We’ve waited too long.”
Vaelor grunts. Silence hangs between us for the rest of the walk, right until I’m closing the door to our dorm. I watch as he lowers Felicity with surprising gentleness, settling her onto the mattress where our two doubles have been pushed together—a makeshift giant bed.
“What now?”
He doesn’t answer, and I turn my focus to our mate, lying in a nest of blankets, sheets, and clothing. Felicity isn’t a shifter, but neither of us have any idea how a human will react to the mating frenzy, or if she’ll even go into heat. So, I spent this week stocking our room with provisions, ensuring that once we returned with her, neither of us would have to leave.
Vaelor’s just standing there, staring down at her, so I prompt, “When will theMireveilwear off?” I step up to the edge of the bed, pressing my knuckles to her cheek and hissing at the amount of heat radiating from her. Still, she looks relaxed in sleep, even if it is an induced one.
My eyes dip down to the swells of her breasts straining against the tight corset, and my cock pulses with need. My mouth waters, desperate with the need to bend down and suck one of the plump mounds into my mouth.
Vaelor lifts a shoulder, his brows dipping together. There’s a slash of color across his sharp cheekbones, his pulse giving away what his staunch expression is trying to hide.He’s just as affected as I am.
“I’ve never used it on anyone before, let alone a human.” His mouth flattens into a line, a flash of concern shadowing his eyes. “Could be hours. Could be less.”
The mating bond thrums in my chest, curling into an intense heat that settles in the pit of my stomach. My hand trembles with the force of it, and before I’m aware of what I’m doing, I’m partially shifting, claws slicing out of my skin and splitting the corset. The fabric falls uselessly to the bed on either side of her prone form.
“Connor—” Vaelor starts, but the rest of his words are lost under the loudwhooshingin my ears as I lean over the bed, pressing kisses along her collarbone.
She smells so fucking good. My heart thunders against my ribs, the violent need to take her,knother, fracturing my control, urging me to finally claim her the way I’ve refused to do for two goddamn years. I knew that if we pushed too fast or hard, Felicity’s grandfather could steal her away from us. He’s too ambitious, too unpredictable.
Vaelor insisted we keep our distance, believing it was the only way to stop my wolf from racing ahead and forcing a bond that none of us were ready for. And it worked…for a while. So, I hadn’t put up much of an argument, even as my wolf had grown more aggressive by the day.
Now, he lunges for the barrier that keeps him trapped under my skin, determined to force a shift, his jawssnapping furiously, wanting to sink his teeth into the meaty flesh of her shoulder.
Not yet, I whisper, attempting to soothe his bristled fur.Soon.I give her one last kiss, stroking my tongue over her salty skin, and then straighten, locking eyes with Vaelor.
“Leash it, Connor,” he orders, his tone biting.
My lips curl in a humorless smile. “Not sure it’s that easy.” I step away from the bed, gripping the back of my neck. I force a lungful of air into my chest, my eyes falling back to her breasts, rosy nipples tightening in the cool air.
“You’ve lasted two years,” Vaelor points out. But I’m already shaking my head, lifting my chin to meet his stare. He goes still at whatever he sees lingering behind my eyes, his jaw tight. “Shit.”
Felicity shifts restlessly, her thighs rubbing together, her face scrunching up. Her pulse thuds rapidly at the base of her throat, and the sweet scent of her arousal blooms in the air of the room, suffocating and sweet at once. She grabs a shirt—mine—dragging it up to her face, her eyes never opening. Felicity sniffs the cotton, her breath hitching, a low whine leaving her throat.
“Heat,” I mutter. My wolf rumbles out a low noise of satisfaction. Without thinking too much about it, I take my shirt off, throwing it on the bed near her feet. I unbutton my pants, lower the zip, and hiss out a breath when it releases the pressure on my dick. The base, right where the knot is, throbs with need. A tremble wracks my body, sweat dotting my forehead and sliding down my spine.
“We knew this was a possibility,” Vaelor says, his eyes gleaming with a darkness that has me feeling a little sorry for our mate.
CHAPTER TWELVE
felicity
The first thing I notice is a delicious scent surrounding me, full of musk and spice. The second thing is that I’m burning up, sweat coating my skin and moisture dampening my thighs. The jeans are tight around my waist, digging into my skin, and I hear myself begging, “Take them off. Please. Off!”
“Easy, Starling,” the raspy murmur strokes across me, another rush of wetness soaking my panties. My heart skips a beat, a shiver rolling through me, but I’m distracted when my jeans and panties are ripped down my legs, leaving me naked on the bed.
It’s not enough. The need is still ripping through me, every part of me aching, my skin so sensitive that even the sheets underneath feel abrasive. I writhe, arching my back, silently pleading for something, but not knowing what.
They can give it to me, though. The silent sentinels standing over me, their eyes molten and hot as they drag them over every exposed inch of skin.
I look from green to gold, lifting my hands to my breasts, pulling on my nipples, trying to tempt them intoeasing this ache. But they don’t move. The wolf’s shoulders go taut, and the warlock grits his teeth. I up the ante, spreading my thighs, my glistening pussy on full display.
“Please,” I beg. “Touch me, please.”