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CHAPTER 24

Professor Dunlop intercepted us on our way up from the basement. He greeted Grain pleasantly, nodded to Professor Reynolds, and pointed at us. “You two, my office, now.”

“They were with me,” Professor Reynolds said, stepping in.

“I know where they were. They’re not being punished. I’m afraid you have a lot of grading to do, Professor. Please do let me know if you have any questions about my notes.”

“I’m sure they’re as meticulous as ever,” Professor Reynolds said courteously. He spared one last anxious glance at us before heading up to the second floor with Grain.

Professor Dunlop led us to his office, gesturing for us to enter before he closed the door.

He sighed and leaned against it. “While I am very glad to have an unexpected resolution to the problem of Professor Reynolds’s curse, I’m afraid I have bad news for the two of you.”

My heart dropped to my stomach. “What happened? What’s wrong? Is Grandfather okay?”

Professor Dunlop frowned, his bushy eyebrows snapping together. “Declan is just fine, or at least he was the last time I talked to him. Stop jumping to the worst possible conclusions, girl. The bad news is that you need to move back to your own rooms.”

Aiden pouted. “I’d hoped that the administration would’ve forgotten about that.”

The professor chuckled. “I can only pull so many strings, m’boy. That isn’t one of them, I’m afraid. Those rooms are for married couples only.”

“I know,” I said with a sigh. I rubbed Aiden’s arm. “I am looking forward to being with the girls again.”

“Make the most of your last year,” the professor advised. “Don’t rush into things. You’ve got your whole lives ahead of you.”

“Noted,” Aiden said quietly.

“Now shoo. You have until tomorrow to move your things out of that room.”

“Tomorrow?” Aiden asked, brightening.

Professor Dunlop rolled his eyes. “You heard me. Don’t make me repeat it. I don’t want to know.”

I giggled and tugged on Aiden’s hand. “Come on, let’s go pack our things.”

We left the office on the third floor, not far from our room, and I patted the door as we passed through it, grateful that we didn’t have to walk up the stairs.

“We don’t have to pack if we have until tomorrow,” Aiden said, pulling me as close as he could and still be able to walk.

“We should pack a little bit at least,” I said. “How about for each part of the room we pack up, we lose an article of clothing?”

He grinned and opened our door for us. “I like it. But you have one more piece of clothing than me. You should take something off now.”

“Are you sure about that?” I asked playfully.

Aiden groaned and adjusted his cock in his jeans. “Darling, please tell me you’re not wearing underwear.”

I pressed against his chest, standing on my tiptoes to whisper in his ear. “I’m not wearing underwear,” I repeated dutifully.

“Fuck, how am I supposed to concentrate when you do things like that?” he demanded.

I shrugged and stepped out of his reach, heading into the bathroom to collect my toiletries. “I don’t know, but if you want to play the game, you’re going to have to.”

A low growl was my only answer to that, and I smiled to myself.

Toiletries gathered and placed in their carry-basket, I brought it into the main room and placed it on the desk.

“First item, check,” I said, and wiggled out of my fuzzy pink sweater, dropping it on the desk chair.

Aiden looked over at me from the closet, his eyes snapping with fire. “That color looks amazing on you,” he murmured.

I glanced down at the deep green lace bra I was wearing. “You like it?” I asked, trailing my fingers along the edge of the cup.

“You need to stop doing that,” Aiden growled, throwing the clothing he was holding into the bag hovering beside him.

“Doing what?” I asked, turning to the top of the dresser, where my hair and makeup things were. I swept them into the toiletries basket with a quick spell.

When I turned back to Aiden, he had stripped out of his shirt, and was practically on top of me. “Allow me to rid you of your next article of clothing,” he said, his long fingers deftly undoing the clasp between my breasts. The two sides sprang apart, my breasts spilling into his hands. “Fuck,” he muttered, running his thumbs over my nipples.

They hardened under his touch, drawing in and standing at attention.

“I still have clothes in the closet,” I murmured.

“Who the fuck cares?” Aiden asked rhetorically, bending and licking over the tip of my nipple. He groaned and latched on, biting gently and flicking over the skin between his teeth.

“Ah— Aiden!” I gasped, gripping his hair with both hands. “I thought we had a deal.”

“Don’t care. Need you now.” His hands traveled down my back to my ass, hauling my skirt up until it bunched around my waist and he could squeeze my bare flesh.

Every touch sent sparks through my nervous system, making me hornier. I craved him.

“Get on the bed,” I panted.

“Yesss,” he hissed, wrestling his pants and boxers off before throwing himself on the mattress with a bounce.

I crawled up his prone form, licking and kissing as I went. I didn’t suck on his cock, instead letting my dangling breasts drag over the sensitive skin of his cockhead while I tongued his nipples.

“I want to sit on your face,” I said, my tone questioning.

“Get up here,” Aiden ordered, pulling lightly on my shoulders. “I want to taste you.”

I still had my skirt bunched around my waist when I managed to settle on top of him, my thighs on either side of his head.

“Give me your horns,” I said, gripping the headboard of the bed. It wasn’t enough. I needed to hold him .

Aiden half-shifted, his horns growing from the top of his head and giving me the perfect handholds. He must have grown claws as well, because pinpricks of pain radiated from my ass where he was holding me against his mouth.

He ate me out like he was a man starving, like he hadn’t eaten in days, unable to take a breath in fear of the food being taken away from him. Or perhaps he was so parched with thirst, he drank me down as if my arousal was the only thing that could quench his desire.

I was so wet, I could hear the slick sounds echoing in the room around us as he speared my cunt with his tongue.

“Oh fuck,” I cried, rocking my hips against his grip. His teeth scraped over my clit and fireworks exploded behind my closed eyes.

I sagged in his hold, needing to let go of his horns to catch myself before I face-planted against the headboard.

Aiden rolled us over, me on my back and him on top. He pressed my thighs up, hovering over me, the muscles in his arms rock hard as my legs hooked over them. “Hold on, baby, because I’m going to pound you into this mattress so hard that the next people who sleep in here will wonder why they feel so turned on.”

I bit my lip to keep my laughter in and reached up to grab for his horns again. “All right, I’m ready,” I said.

Without reaching between us, he angled his hips so his cockhead rubbed over my folds, catching on my opening and slipping in.

My breath caught in my throat as he hovered there, the potential of motion just out of reach. My legs jerked, as I instinctively wanted to loop them around his waist and dig my heels into his ass to urge him on.

He chuckled darkly. “So eager to be fucked by me,” he said. “What about the monster? Want to be fucked by him?”

“Yesss,” I moaned, unable to rock my hips. “I need to be filled by you.”

“Oh, I’ll fill you,” Aiden promised. “I’ll fill you up with the cum from all three of my cocks, starting with this human one. I’m so hard for you, can you feel it?” He rocked infinitesimally within me, the flared head catching on my opening but not giving me enough stimulation to come. “I’m going to come like this, and all you can do is take it. You’re so beautiful. So good for me, willing to do whatever I want. Oh fuck,” he gasped, his voice straining. The muscles in his neck tightened with the effort of holding back. “Coming,” he warned.

Liquid heat pulsed within me as his cock twitched at my opening. I whimpered at the feeling, so turned on I could scarcely stand it, but my orgasm was too far out of reach to grasp.

Aiden trembled over me, meeting my eyes with his own as he gasped for breath. “That’s one,” he panted.

His shift started slowly, a flare of fire in his eyes that trickled down his body. Soon, the full fire demon was over me, both his cocks hard and dripping slick on my belly. “Now, it’s my turn,” he growled.

I loved it when he referred to his shifted self as a separate entity. The difference in how he treated me was minimal, always in tune to how I felt and never pushing me past my limits, but his beastly self was rougher, more animalistic. It drove me wild with desire.

His secondary cock pressed inside me, the flared head stretching me slightly in this position, and then he stopped.

His primary cock weighed heavy on my pelvis, dripping precum into my pubic hair and running down the crease of my thigh.

I groaned, flexing my inner muscles, but he wasn’t far enough inside me for me to squeeze him. I tried rocking my hips, but the position he had me folded up in kept me immovable. “Aiden!” I whimpered.

“You want something?” he teased, thrusting infinitesimally. It wasn’t enough to fill me, but the drag of his heavy primary cock over my clit felt delicious after the sensory deprivation from earlier.

“I want you inside me,” I gasped.

He looked down in mock surprise. “I am inside you. Can’t you feel it?”

“More!” I whined.

“Don’t worry, you’ll get more,” he promised.

A quick spell, and soft leather wrapped around my thighs, keeping me immobile and spread for him. He eased up on his haunches, not pushing inside me by even an inch.

He started stroking the length of his cock that was outside my body, his knuckles colliding with my pussy on each upward motion. “Going to fill you up so good,” he grunted. “You’re going to overflow with my cum. When I push my knot inside this tight little cunt, you’re going to gush around me, you hear me?”

I nodded helplessly, eager to have his knot. “Fill me up,” I begged.

His breath hitched and then his head was pulsing against me as he came. He pulled away for a moment, just looking down at me, fire heating his eyes. “Look at you,” he murmured. “Tied up just for me. Desperate for me. Leaking my cum.” He pushed the dribble back inside me with a thumb before using his fingers to spread me wide. “I can see how full you are. You’re nearly brimming with it, and I still have one more load for you. You’re going to take it, and you’re going to thank me for it.”

“Yes, please,” I said, nodding enthusiastically. “Please, stuff me full of you!”

“Your clit is so hard,” he marveled, barely brushing it with the tip of his thumb, the fire licking over the sensitive bundle.

I screamed, my nerves singing with pleasure. “So close!” I whimpered.

“Yes, you are,” he said. “But you’re not going to come until I tell you to, are you?”

“Yes, sir,” I whispered.

“I didn’t hear you.”

“Yes, sir!” I shouted.

“Good girl,” Aiden purred. He dipped two fingers inside me, pulling them out coated in a mix of our fluids. “My dirty little girl,” he said, circling one nipple and then the other with his wet fingers, dragging them along my sensitive skin.

I gasped in response.

Aiden stuffed his fingers in my mouth, pressing my tongue down and slipping his thumb under my chin to apply gentle pressure to keep my mouth closed. “Clean my fingers, pet,” he said softly.

I suckled on them, our flavors mingling on my taste buds, and hummed quietly.

“You like that?” he asked rhetorically, the fire in his eyes burning brighter as he watched me. “Does it turn you on to know you have a cupful of my cum inside you?”

I moaned and he pulled his fingers free only to spear them inside my pussy again. This time, he painted my clit with the white cum. I could see it beading on my curls when I could manage to keep my eyes open.

“Remember, you’re not allowed to come,” Aiden reminded me sharply when my whimpers increased in intensity.

I gasped and clung to the edge, wrapping my hands around my ankles for something to hold on to.

He kept up his torturous stroking of my clit, his fingers slippery with cum. My legs started to shake from the pressure of holding back. Tears fell from the corners of my eyes, but he continued, watching me intently.

“You’re teetering on the edge,” he murmured. “One word from me, and you’ll fly over it. Hang on. Be good for me. You want to please me, don’t you?”

I whimpered and nodded as best as I could, afraid that any motion I made might set me off.

“Sweet girl. It’s so much fun to force you not to come, to watch you shaking under the barely contained onslaught of pleasure.” He scraped a claw tip along my clit and I saw stars, barely stopping myself from coming.

“Such a good girl for me,” Aiden purred. “Good girls get rewarded, don’t they? What do you want, Siobhan? Tell me.”

I floundered for my words, unable to find them in my strung out brain.

“Do you want my knot?” Aiden prompted.

“Yes!” I panted. “Give me your knot, please !”

“Your wish is my command.”

In a swift movement, he sheathed himself in my pussy, gushing cum around his penetration. The smooth glide had my eyes rolling back in my head and my back arching in pleasure. He kept going, his thick knot pressing against my entrance until it, too, slipped inside me, the exact right amount of stretch to drive me over the edge.

I whined, tension in every cell of my body.

“Come,” Aiden ordered, and I shattered, my control over my nerves vanishing as I shook underneath him, milking his cock for every drop of fluid he could give me.

I vaguely heard him talking, saying, “You’re my good girl. That’s it, take my cum. You feel so good, kitten. You’re so beautiful. I love you so much.” He paused. “Will you marry me?”

That last question cut through the haze of my desire. “What?” I gasped. I cupped his face. “Did you seriously just ask me that? When we’re like this ?”

He looked ashamed. “I’m sorry. It slipped out. I mean it, though. I want to marry you.”

“I know you do. We’re soul bonded. But you’re asking me now ?”

“I’ll ask you again properly, I promise,” Aiden said, his cock twitching within me and making me groan. “I’ll get a ring for your finger—” He turned his head to kiss my palm, “—and I’ll surprise you with a proposal that’ll knock your socks off.”

I chuckled. “I’m not wearing socks now.” I wiggled my feet, making him smile. “I appreciate that you want to take the time to plan it out. I want to be able to tell Grandfather about your proposal without blushing.”

Aiden’s smile widened. “What, you don’t want to say, ‘He put me in a mating press, pumped me full of three loads of cum before knotting me, and then asked me to marry him?’ That’s too much for you?”

“I can’t even hear you say it without getting embarrassed,” I mumbled, my face on fire.

“You act so innocent while speared on my cock,” he mused playfully.

I clenched down on him and raised an eyebrow when a muscle in his jaw jumped. “You sure you want to marry me?”

He kissed me lightly before hovering over my lips. “More than ever,” he whispered.

“Just checking,” I murmured.

“Is that a yes?”

I stretched my neck to join our mouths once more. He took pity on my sore muscles and pushed me back into the pillow, our tongues dancing.

When he released me, he panted, “Yes?”

I smiled. “You’ll just have to ask me properly to find out.”

He groaned. “But it’ll be a yes, right?”