Page 19 of Faeheart (Widdershins Supernatural Academy #2)

Elias

T he pure arousal permeating through our bond made it difficult to even walk, much less think.

By the time Wild and I had made it to the bedrooms on the top floor, I could already feel Atlas stripping off Caden’s clothes in a room down the hall.

Wild’s grip tightened on my hand when a sudden surge of pleasure swept through us.

In my mind’s eye, I could feel Caden’s lips wrapped around Atlas’s thick werewolf cock.

We’d barely stepped into a room and closed the door behind us before we nearly collapsed to the floor, moans escaping our lips.

“Oh… my gods…” Wild breathed, hot and heavy.

“The bond is… so much stronger here…” He reached down, adjusting his very obvious excitement in his jeans.

“I was able to kind of ignore it at the academy, but here?” He leaned his head back against the wall, closing his eyes. “I might cum just from this.”

I didn’t know what to say. I was so caught up in the sensations that I couldn’t think.

At the same time, the embarrassment coursing through my veins was unlike anything I’d ever experienced.

The virgin side of me was scared to take the next step, to give into my desires.

But as my eyes traced down Wild’s body and eventually settled on the bulge in his jeans, I knew I couldn’t resist any longer.

After twenty-two years, it was just too much to bear anymore.

“Wild,” I whispered, my voice rougher than I’d ever heard it. The sound of his name on my lips seemed to break something loose in both of us.

He opened those green eyes, pupils blown wide with desire, and the look he gave me was pure hunger.

“Elias... I can’t hold back anymore. Not with this bond, not in this place.

” His breathing was ragged as another wave from Atlas and Caden crashed over us.

“Tell me you want this. Tell me you want me.”

Instead of answering with words, I closed the distance between us, pressing him back against the wall and capturing his lips with mine.

This kiss was nothing like our tentative explorations before.

This was desperate, consuming, fueled by weeks of suppressed desire and the magical amplification of the sanctuary.

Wild’s hands immediately found my shirt, tugging it over my head with fumbling urgency. The moment his palms made contact with my bare chest, electricity shot through our bond so intensely that we both cried out against each other’s mouths.

“Fuck, Elias,” he gasped, his fingers tracing the lines of my torso with reverent touches. “You’re so fucking beautiful. I’ve wanted this for so goddamn long.”

My own hands were working at his clothes, needing to feel the heat of his skin against mine.

When I finally got his shirt off, I had to pause just to look at him.

Wild was lean but perfectly sculpted, his pale skin marked with freckles that seemed to map constellations across his shoulders and chest.

“You’re the beautiful one,” I murmured, leaning down to press kisses along his collarbone. He tasted like summer rain and wild magic, intoxicating and addictive.

Through our bond, I could feel his surprise that an obvious virgin could be so bold, followed immediately by a surge of arousal so intense it made my knees weak.

His hands tangled in my hair as I worked my way down his throat, finding that sensitive spot where his pulse hammered against my lips.

I could feel his thoughts, each one of them guiding me to where he wanted me to touch most.

When I sucked gently at that spot, Wild’s hips bucked against mine involuntarily, a broken moan escaping his lips. The sound sent fire straight through me, and I realized I was drunk on the power of making him unravel before my very eyes.

“Fuck, Elias,” he panted, his voice strained. “Where did you learn to—” His words cut off in a sharp gasp as I nipped at one of his nipples, the sensation reverberating through our bond and back to me amplified.

“I’m learning from you,” I admitted against his skin, my voice rough with want. “I can feel what you like through the bond.”

His laugh was breathless and amazed. “That’s... fuck, that’s incredible.” His hands moved to my belt, fingers working at the buckle with shaking hands. “Can you feel this too?”

The moment his palm pressed against my cock through my pants, I let out a deep moan. The dual sensation of his touch and his own arousal feeding back through our connection was overwhelming. I braced my hands against the wall on either side of his head, trying to maintain some semblance of control.

“Wild,” I groaned, my voice breaking on his name. “I don’t... I’ve never...”

“I know,” he whispered, his free hand cupping my face with surprising tenderness. “We’ll go slow. I want to worship every inch of you.”

Another surge of pleasure from down the hall hit us both, and I could feel Atlas’s hands roaming over Caden’s body, could sense the desperate need building between them. It was like being caught in a feedback loop of desire that threatened to consume us completely.

“The bed,” Wild managed to gasp out between kisses. “Before I lose what’s left of my mind.”

I lifted him easily, his legs wrapping around my waist as I carried him the few steps to the ornate four-poster bed that dominated the room.

When I laid him down on the midnight blue coverlet, he looked like some ethereal creature from a fairy tale, his ginger hair spread across the pillows and his green eyes glowing with fae light.

“You’re staring,” he said with a soft smile, though I could feel his eagerness through our bond.

“I can’t help it,” I replied honestly, my hands tracing the planes of his chest. “You’re perfect.”

Wild’s breath hitched as I leaned down to kiss him again, this time slower, more deliberate.

I wanted to memorize every sensation, every sound he made, every place that made him arch beneath me.

Through our connection, I could feel his growing desperation, his need for more contact, more friction, more everything.

“Then touch me,” he breathed against my lips, his hands guiding mine to the waistband of his jeans. “Please, Elias. I need to feel you.”

My fingers trembled as I worked the button free, hyperaware of every breath, every flutter of his pulse beneath my touch. When I finally slid the denim down his hips, Wild lifted himself to help, and suddenly his cock sprang free, a glistening bead of pre-cum already forming at his tip.

He was gorgeous everywhere, lean and pale, with that same constellation of freckles scattered across his thighs.

When my gaze settled on his cock, flushed and hard against his stomach, I felt my mouth go dry with need.

He was thick and long, a vein throbbing on the topside of his shaft. I reached for him, then stopped.

“Can I...” I started, then stopped, heat flooding my cheeks.

Wild’s eyes darkened with understanding. “You can touch me,” he said. “Or do you want to taste me?”

I nodded, unable to form words, and Wild’s answering groan sent another spike of arousal through our bond.

“Fuck yes,” he whispered, one hand tangling gently in my hair. “But only if you want to. Don’t feel like you have to?—”

I silenced him by pressing my lips to his inner thigh, feeling him shudder beneath me.

Through our connection, I could sense exactly what he craved, could feel the phantom sensation of what my mouth would feel like on him.

It was like having the world’s most intimate instruction manual written directly into my consciousness.

I started slow, my hand wrapped around his shaft.

Each squeeze brought a small whimper of approval from his lips, telling me to go further.

I experimented stroking him up and down, feeling the way he pulsed against my palm.

The bead of pre-cum grew and dripped down his gorgeous cockhead.

Finally, I could take it no longer. I pulled him close, my tongue reaching out.

When I finally took his thick cock into my mouth, Wild cried out so loudly I was certain Atlas and Caden could hear us down the hall.

The taste of him was intoxicating, salt, natural musk, and a sweetness like honey that made my head spin.

Every movement of my tongue sent waves of pleasure cascading through our bond, doubled and reflected back until I couldn’t tell whose sensations were whose.

Each movement made my pants even more painfully tight.

“Oh gods, Elias,” Wild panted, his hips fighting to stay still as I explored him with growing confidence. “That’s... fuck, you’re incredible. How are you so good at this?”

I pulled back just enough to speak, my voice rough. “I can feel everything you feel. Every place you want me to touch, every way you want me to move.” To demonstrate, I traced my tongue along the sensitive spot just beneath the head of his cock, exactly the way I could sense he craved.

Wild’s back arched off the bed, a broken sob escaping his lips. Through our bond, I felt his pleasure so intensely it was almost overwhelming, but I also felt his growing need for something more.

“Elias,” he gasped, tugging gently at my hair. “Come here. I want to touch you, too.”

I reluctantly released him, crawling back up his body to capture his lips in another searing kiss. He could taste himself on my tongue, and the knowledge sent another surge of arousal through both of us.

His hands moved to my remaining clothes, stripping them away with practiced efficiency until I was lying there naked on the bed, my overexcited cock leaking pre-cum all over my belly.

Wild’s eyes went wide as he took in the sight of me, his gaze traveling slowly from my face down to where my cock lay hard and aching against my stomach. Through our bond, I felt his appreciation, his hunger, and something deeper that made my heart race.

“Beautiful,” he whispered, his hands skimming over my chest, my sides, learning the contours of my body with the same reverence I’d shown him. “Absolutely perfect.”

When his fingers finally wrapped around my shaft, I couldn’t hold back the moan that tore from my throat. The sensation was unlike anything I’d ever experienced, not just his touch but feeling his satisfaction at my response through our connection.

“So responsive,” he murmured, stroking me slowly, deliberately. “I like that.”

Another wave of pleasure from Atlas and Caden crashed through us, and I could sense they were fucking now, Caden riding his werewolf mate with everything he had.

They weren’t far from climax. And the knowledge that our bondmates were lost in their own passion just down the hall only intensified everything between Wild and me.

“I want to taste you too,” Wild said, his voice husky with desire. “But first...” He guided me down until we were lying on our sides, facing each other. “I want to try something.”

His hand found mine, our fingers interlacing as he positioned us so our cocks were pressed together. When he wrapped both our lengths in his grip, the sensation was so intense I saw stars.

“Feel that,” he breathed against my lips as he began to stroke us both. “Feel how perfect we fit together.”

The friction was exquisite, made even more intense by the feedback loop of our shared pleasure. Every sensation was doubled, tripled through our bond until I was drowning in it. Wild’s free hand cupped my face, keeping our foreheads pressed together as we moved against each other.

“I can feel everything you’re feeling,” I gasped, my hips rocking into his touch. “It’s too much, it’s intense, it’s?—”

“I know,” he whispered, his own breathing ragged. “It’s like we’re sharing the same body, the same pleasure.”

Through our connection, I could sense his building climax, could feel the coil of tension in his core that matched my own.

The knowledge that we were going to cum together, that I would experience his orgasm as intensely as my own, sent me spiraling toward the edge.

Then I felt Atlas cum, filling Caden to the brim, triggering Caden’s orgasm at the same time.

“Wild,” I panted, my voice breaking. “I’m going to?—”

“Yes,” he breathed, his strokes becoming more urgent. “Cum with me, Elias. Let me feel it.”

When my climax hit, it was like nothing I’d ever experienced.

My vision went white as pleasure crashed through me in waves, amplified and reflected through our bond until I couldn’t tell where I ended and Wild began.

I felt his release as clearly as my own, his cry of my name mixing with mine as we came together, our releases coating our stomachs and his hand.

For a moment, nothing seemed to exist except this mutual pleasure buzzing between all four of us at the same time.

Even though we were in different rooms, it was like we’d all had some sort of strange telepathic orgy.

But as I opened my eyes and saw Wild above me, I felt something different.

It wasn’t just lust or pleasure. It was… gratitude.

“You’re welcome,” Wild whispered, feeling my emotions through the bond. “It was an honor being your first.”

“But…” I began, feeling suddenly embarrassed and a little ashamed. “We didn’t even do anything…”

“Just because you didn’t fuck me doesn’t mean it wasn’t sex,” Wild chuckled. “Sometimes it’s just blowjobs or frotting or chains and whips. And sometimes it’s getting bred like a fuckpig against a tree.”

My mind reeled at this sudden onslaught of words I didn’t quite understand. However, their connotations were clear through my bond with Wild. I knew exactly what he meant.

“I… I don’t know if I’m ready for all that,” I said at last. “I just… thank you.”

“Don’t worry,” Wild grinned, kissing me once more. “We’ve got lots of time to practice.”

“So… does this mean we’re…” I couldn’t bring myself to finish my sentence.

He paused for a moment, looking me over. For a moment, I felt a bright pulse in his belly, but it was quickly dampened.

“It’s just sex, Elias,” Wild said at last. “That’s all. It doesn’t have to mean anything.”

I felt my stomach drop slightly as he climbed off of me, coming to rest at the edge of the bed. I thought I’d felt something stronger between just us, something more than just this magical bond. But it was probably just the orgasm talking.

“Oh… yeah,” I said. “You’re right.”