Page 7 of Fallen (Designation #2)

LEVIATHAN

I came back to Essence PI’s headquarters like a good little chameleon to debrief the team on what I found.

And instead of being thrown out into the wild to investigate my newest clue, I was told to go home and turn up the next morning for training.

Apparently, disappearing on Lily and ending up on Marcus’ lap across the hall was grounds for an immediate intervention.

Explaining that I was tired and that Rowan had chucked my piece of ginger out the window on the drive over wasn’t excuse enough for Gerald.

Which is… fair.

“Leviathan,” Gerald growls, his tone a mixture of control and frustration. It doesn’t quite make sense but it’s putting me on edge. “ Focus . Your magic is instinctual, but it’s also a muscle. You need to train it, not fight it.”

“Easy for you to say,” I mutter, wiping my palms on my jeans.

“You’re not the one accidentally ghosting mid-conversation.

” I’m beginning to wonder if many of the things natural to magic are things that Gerald ever experienced.

So far, he hasn’t really demonstrated any of the things he supposedly can do.

Gerald’s lips twitch, but he doesn’t laugh. “You’re raw, but you’ve got potential. Let’s start with scent-shifting. It’s your strongest asset. Close your eyes,” Gerald instructs, stepping closer. “Feel your magic. It’s like a current flowing through you. Find the part that senses scents.”

I obey, shutting my eyes and taking a deep breath.

My magic stirs, a tingling warmth under my skin.

I focus on the scents around me: Gerald’s earthy Chameleon musk, Rowan’s spicy Basilisk heat, Amand’s cooler, oceanic tang.

It’s overwhelming, like trying to tune a radio in a storm, but I latch onto Gerald’s scent, letting it fill my senses.

“Good,” he states. “Now, shift your own scent to match mine. Imagine it like changing clothes—slip out of yours, into mine.”

I frown, the metaphor not helping. “Sounds like I’m stealing your laundry.”

Rowan snickers, and I flip him off without opening my eyes.

Focus, Lev. The problem is that most of the morning, Gerald gave me an abbreviated lesson on everything Chameleon which included all of the things I’m rumored to be able to do.

No one actually knows the extent of my magic because most of it is horse shit or legend.

Very few people have ever met a Chameleon shifter to then be able to record our biology for the history books.

“I can do this,” I mutter to myself before digging deeper and focusing on Gerald’s scent.

It’s like trying to sculpt water, except I’m not a water bender and Gerald didn’t actually explain how to do this.

My skin tingles, and I feel a shift, like I’m wearing someone else’s skin.

I open my eyes, hopeful, but Gerald shakes his head.

“Not quite,” he says. “You’re closer to a werewolf now. Try again.”

I think of Jace and immediately gag. Yeah, no, I don’t want to smell like that.

Amand’s laugh echoes through the room and I just glare at him.

“Not helping, snake boy.” He clams up but I can still see his shoulders shaking.

Asshole. I try again, feeling more of a shift this time.

When I open my eyes, there’s a look of approval on Gerald’s face.

“Better,” he says, nodding. “You’re close. Keep practicing. Now, let’s try mimicking appearances.”

We tried that earlier and I thought I was going to die. That’s when Gerald scaled back the exercises to theory and then scents. I’ve only just mastered that but I feel like some kind of whackass avatar that has to figure out my magic within hours. I don’t even get the cool adventure with friends.

“I think we should cap it at that, today, yeah?”

Gerald shakes his head. “No. We shouldn’t.

Your magic could be the key to everything, Leviathan.

The sooner you can master these bits, the sooner you can do so much more than be just a PI.

Think about it. If you have the ability to shift and to mimic, you’ll be able to slip into any situation regardless of the risk! ”

Yeah, this feels like a trap but I’m also wildly curious.

“Just focus on your magic. Try… mimicking your mates. They’re the closest ones to you at the moment, ones you share a bond with.

It’s easier to feel their magic. Start small and work your way up.

I’m going to focus on the new case that passed across my desk but come find me when you can do that.

Then I’ll let you go trapezing out into the forest.”

Then he just leaves us there, my mates shuffling over to me. They slot themselves in front and back, pressing closer until I feel their cocks thick against my belly and the small of my back. “What the fuck?” I groan, heat building in my belly. “What—”

“We’ve been doing a little reading, too,” Amand purrs as he leans down to kiss me. “And whatever the fuck you’re doing is releasing magic. It’s making it really hard to focus.”

Rowan starts nibbling on my ear, my body melting between them. “With practice, you won’t release that much but fuck, I need you.”

I snort and shake my head, knowing that this can only go south. “I need to do this so we can go and figure out who’s killing those shifters.”

Amand hums, stealing another kiss before meeting my eyes. “Then shift, Lev. Show us how beautiful of a snake you make. And then we’re going to fuck you.”

“Right here?” I twist around to look at the office door.

It’s closed and suspiciously locked, something I suspect Gerald was in on.

The fucker absolutely knew what this was going to do to Rowan and Amand.

I swallow nervously and focus on Amand before letting my magic do its job.

I still have no idea what I’m doing, Rowan pulling a moan from me when he rocks against my ass.

My magic shifts and pulls and twists, heat bleeding through me before Amand grabs my face in his hands.

His thumb runs along my bottom lip before tugging it down and then pricking the edge of my canine.

Well, a fang. “Eerie as fuck, really. You’ve got one of my eyes and the other from Rowan but the fangs are new.

I like them. ” He growls out the last sentence before diving in for another kiss.

Rowan drags my pants down, fear spiking in my chest that he’s just going to fuck me raw. And then I hear a wrapper and then the sound of lube being squirted. At least, they come prepared for something, right?

I don’t have a lot of time to process whatever the fuck is going on as my body continues to heat up, Rowan roughly prepping my ass. Amand kisses me again, his tongue running across my fangs several times. “Don’t you dare disappear on us, Lev. Not this time.”

I can only moan as I’m walked backward, Rowan’s presence disappearing from behind me for a second.

I twist around to find him sitting down, his cock hanging out of his pants, precum already beading along the tip.

He reaches for me, slowly lowering me onto his cock, the stretch just on the edge of painful but it’s also the best feeling ever.

A small cry tears from my throat as he completely fills me, Amand pulling out his own cock as well.

I frown, unsure of how this is going to work when Rowan lowers his chair, putting us almost on the floor, my mouth now at the perfect level.

All three of us are working on instinct, on need, my magic heightening this moment until it’s just a mess of pheromones and desire.

Anyone could unlock the door with a key but I’m more focused on being filled by my mates, Amand’s taste on my tongue is everything I didn’t know I needed.

I sag between them, letting them use me for their pleasure and my own.

Amand’s hand sifts into my hair as he fucks into my mouth, Rowan gripping my waist hard enough to bruise.

“Careful with those teeth, Lev. I like a little pain but I’d like to keep my cock,” Amand purrs.

I will my magic to shrink back, reverting me to my old self so that I can just feel. It doesn’t take long for each of us to fall over the edge, my mates filling my ass and mouth as I jack myself off, covering my palm and stomach.

That’s when the embarrassment sets in, the three of us just kind of staring while I sit on Rowan’s cock, my body a mess of cum and magical sweat.

“Right. So, I need a lot of practice lest we have an orgy in the middle of the forest.” I slowly stand up and pull my pants back up, unable to cover up most of the mess we just made.

One look at Amand and I realize they’re absolutely ecstatic that I’m covered in their filth, despite the fact that we’re at work and I still have to walk through the halls to get to my car. Everyone at this place is going to know what we just did.

My phone buzzes and I scramble toward it on wobbly legs.

I assume by now that you’ve figured out why not everyone throws around shapeshifting when they aren’t a shapeshifter to begin with. We’ll work on control tomorrow. There’s a change of clothes in the desk for each of you should you need it.

I just stare at the message, about to text back when I think better of it.

I can only handle so much embarrassment at once.

“So, Gerald knew exactly what was going to happen here which now makes this weird.” I can feel Rowan’s need to make a joke but I just shake my head.

“Not now. Please, not now. Let’s go home, shower, and then we’re going out to the grove. ”

I get no complaints. Well, just one.

Amand mumbles something about shifting again because I looked really sexy with fangs.