Page 21 of Entwined

Once the heat kicks back in, oral won’t be enough to satisfy her. Not when her body will be craving her mates—our seed and our mark. Her human mind mightnot have caught up yet, but the rest of her knows what she needs, and exactly who she’s destined for.

She pushes the water away, and Connor sets it on the bedside table for later, taking a seat next to her hip. The silence is weighty, and I wait for it.

“You have a rune,” her voice is rough, but the words are what have my brows lifting, not having expected them. She’s focused on Connor, looking at my mark on his pec. He touches it, eyes flicking to me.

“I do,” he agrees, tipping his head toward me. “He has the creepy eyes. I got this.”

“The soul-bind,” Felicity murmurs. I press my mouth to her hair, not saying a word as she works through it all. It only takes a minute, and she’s swallowing thickly. “Mates.”

I trail my fingers over her arm, the starkness of my runes standing out, lips twitching when she shivers in response. Her legs shift restlessly, and Connor leans forward, glowing green eyes fixed on her with a visceral hunger.

The soul-bind between me and Connor has never been something we feel, but more of an abstract concept that we just happen to live with. There could be adverse reactions if we spend too much time apart—something his family discovered early on when they tried to keep us separated. But for the most part, it doesn’t impact us. Not really.

But right now, as Felicity stares back at Connor, I feel the force of his bond—his lust, the ferocity of his wolf, hishunger—in my chest.

“Con!” I snap, my voice a crack of sound. “Reel it in!”

He doesn’t look at me, his teeth elongating past his lips and leaving a smear of blood over his mouth. “Can’t,” he tells me helplessly, his dick twitching against his abdomen, leaving a smear of pre-cum on his toned stomach.

Felicity shivers against my side, and I know we’re running out of time. I grip her jaw and forcibly angle her head to me, our eyes locking. “Do you understand what’s happening now?”

There’s a stubborn gleam to her stare, like she might fight against me even now. But then her lashes lower. “Yes.”

“Give me the words, Princess,” I order roughly, aware of the rumble escaping Connor’s chest.

“We’re mates,” she mutters.

“Fated,” I agree. “Do you know what we did tonight?”

Her lip curls into a scowl, and I bite back a smile, knowing it’ll just piss her off. “You drugged me,” she whispers. “Why?”

I inhale through my nose, looking at Connor. “We were running out of time.” I bend down, pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth. Felicity doesn’t kiss me back, but she doesn’t pull away either. “You know what’s going to happen now?”

Fear flashes through her expression, but she locks it down. “Yes.”

Connor edges closer, gripping the back of her neck and forcing her mouth to his. The kiss is long and deep, the wet sounds of their tongues filling the air. She’s panting when he finally pulls back, and I can practically taste her arousal on my tongue. I fist the base of my cock, jacking myself slowly, trying to edge back the swell of pleasure.

Not yet.

“Starling,” Connor murmurs, his tongue flicking out over his bottom lip, a flush crawling into his cheekbones. “This is your last chance to run.”

Defiance crawls into her eyes, her brows arched high in disbelief. “You’re gonna let me run?”

He cocks his head, the movement more wolf thanhuman. “Sure,” he says easily. “But I didn’t say I wouldn’t chase you.” Connor snaps his teeth together playfully.

She opens her mouth—probably to say something snarky—but then her back arches with a low sound of want. I press my hand to her abdomen, feeling the taut muscles and the way her temperature rapidly rises.

“Heat,” I mutter. “It’s kicking back in.”

Connor presses closer, and she wraps an arm around him, the other reaching for me, clawing at my arm to drag me closer.

“Stop resisting, Vaelor,” Connor says, his voice muffled as he buries his mouth against her neck. “You know one orgasm isn’t enough. Especially when she isn’t filled with cum.”

“Hurts,” Felicity mumbles, eyes glazing over, her mouth twitching down. Connor leans back, looking at her and then at me.

“The mating bond,” he realizes. “It knows that she needs both of us.”

My cock pulses within my grip, every breath filling my lungs with the scent of her slick as her body ripens, preparing to take Connor’s knot.