Page 22 of Entwined

A pairing like ours—a warlock, a shifter, and a human—hasn’t ever been documented. Not when a warlock would usually walk away from a dying shifter. But none of that matters to the bond that links us together.

“Starling,” he calls out. She turns to him, her throat working, tongue flicking out over her lips. Felicity’s skin is searing where her body touches mine, and I stroke my power over her. She groans, back arching up into the touch, like the sensation both pains her and fills her with relief at once.

“Help,” she whispers. “I need more. Soempty.”

“We’re here, Starling,” Connor says, the words almost lost under the rumble of the wolf in his voice. His knees bump into the edge of the bed as he comes closer, his hands shaking as he reaches out to her, trailing a hand along her bare shoulder. She shudders at the touch, a breathy moan escaping.

“Hot,” she moans. “Too hot.”

He shakes his head, lying down on his side, pulling her into him so they’re chest to chest. His hand disappears between their bodies, but I can imagine what he’s doing—pressing his erection in between her thighs, sliding it against the wetness of her sex, coating himself inher.

I curl around her back, cupping her breasts, pinching her nipples. “You’re okay,” I whisper, nipping her earlobe. “Stop fighting the pull of your heat.” I roll my hips, pressing my cock against the cleft of her ass.

Felicity is surrounded on all sides, and she relaxes into our hold, even as she denies it. “Humans don’t get heats.”

“You do, Princess.” She makes a noise of protest, and I let out a throaty chuckle. “Yes, because you’reours, aren’t you?” She turns her head, blue eyes locking with mine. I slide a hand over her jaw and into her hair, winding the long, dark strands around my fist. “You already know it,” I say arrogantly. “You’ve been running from it, but that ends tonight.”

“You did this to me,” she accuses, fear and anger chasing away the lust in her eyes. Connor hears it, pulling back with a scowl.

“I did.” My easy agreement throws her.

“Wh—”

“Enough,” I cut her off harshly. “Connor is about to lose control, and you don’t want that to happen.”

The anger fades away into fear. “Why?”

I smile, but it’s not a nice expression. “Because he’d hurt you,” I say lowly. “And you wouldn’t want to put him through the guilt of that, would you? He’s been waiting for you for so long.” The green in Connor’s eyes flashes bright, but I keep going, “And hewaswaiting, you know. Neither of us touched another soul after the moment we met you, Princess. But you let others touch you, didn’t you?”

Awareness widens her eyes. “Dizzy.”

An ominous growl fills the room. “Don’t say her fuckin’ name.”

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

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The rage is instantaneous and blinding.

I’m no longer in our room, but another dorm, and there’s blonde hair trickling like a waterfall over pale thighs. The girl’s lips are wet withmymate’s arousal, tasting her long before I ever got the chance to.

My wolf howls his rage, the sound escaping my human throat in an explosion of sound that makes my starling flinch back. But the fury doesn’t abate my arousal.

If anything, my dick gets fucking harder, especially when I flick my tongue over my bottom lip again, catching the musky essence of her cunt lingering there. I want to bury my head between her thighs, send her mindless with pleasure until every single person from her past is erased, leaving only me and Vaelor. My cock drips pre-cum as I drag it against her pussy, the head bumping into her clit with every rough pass.

She moans, and I slide my hand around to grip the nape of her neck, uncaring of how tightly I’m holding her. The tip of my nose brushes against hers, our eyes locked. She looks scared, but lust is driving it back, her eyes dewy with need.

“Did you like how she touched you?” I ask dangerously, ignoring Vaelor’s mild sound of protest. “Did she make you feel good, baby?”

She freezes like a deer in the headlights, eyes shifting away from mine. My wolf prowls under my skin, demanding I remind her who she belongs to, demanding that I punish her for sharing her flesh with another. Felicity didn’t know what she is to us—tome—but the animal doesn’t care.

Vaelor meets my stare over her shoulder, his lips curled, something sinister lurking behind his golden irises. “She did, didn’t she?” he murmurs in Felicity’s ear, joining the game. “She put her mouth on your cunt…” He trails off, his hand brushing across her breast, teasing at the rigid bud. His touch is too light, and frustration chases across her features.

“There was something she couldn’t give you, though,” I murmur as I notch the blunt head of my cock at her slippery entrance, pushing forward an inch and then pulling back. Her hands land on my shoulders, nails digging into my skin.

“Mmm, she couldn’t fill you up, could she?” Vaelor purrs, licking her ear. She shudders. “She couldn’t give you what you really needed. What youcraved.”

Felicity presses her head back against Vaelor’s shoulder, shaking it wildly. “No, that’s—It’s not?—”