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Chapter Seventeen

Rogue

M y patience is paper-thin as I guide Cohen’s hand to my pussy. Normally I find his timidness to be endearing, but that halted when my brain started feeling like it might fry inside my skull.

A bit of focused intent does away with our clothing. Feeling his heavy shaft fall against my thigh makes me moan, and the warlock finally finds his courage, brushing his fingers over my clit.

Blissful pressure and friction…only for it to be stolen away again.

I shake my head, which breaks our kiss, but I fix that.

“Like this,” I murmur, and a tendril of my magic wraps around his hand, guiding his fingers.

As Cohen’s chest brushes mine, my nipples tighten, aching with every caress. His glasses bump my cheek as he takes over the kiss.

I sensed no lie when he implied he hasn’t been with many women, and the cautious way he touches me only reenforces that belief.

“Gods, Rogue,” he groans, teasing lower until he can test my opening. “You’re dripping.”

“Yeah,” I agree as my chest heaves. “I have a contraceptive spell.” My teeth dig into my lower lip, and my cheeks heat. “So we’re good there.”

Why do I have to be so awkward?

Can’t he just take the lead and fuck my brains out?

Is that too much to ask?

Does he even like me enough to be sexually attracted to me?

His hard dick seems to point to yes , but that could just be a biological reaction.

“If you didn’t, I would have handled that for you,” he murmurs, nipping at my lower lip. “I, um, don’t really have any experience with this, so maybe you want to take the lead?”

My hold tightens on his cock, and I run my thumb along the underside as my fingers brush the top of his shaft.

“I don’t either,” I admit. “But I want you inside me.”

“Can’t do that just yet,” he says, his palm grinding over my clit at the same time he teases my opening with a finger.

He pushes his mouth to mine, and the kiss is a solid distraction to keep from begging him to fuck me.

He works his thick digit inside my core, and my inner walls mold to him as he moves.

“More,” I beg, nodding. “More of that.”

Cohen grins into our kiss and complies by adding another finger. He’s gentle at first, but the louder I get, the more he stretches them. Using my feet on the backs of his thighs, I rock to meet him and force his palm over my swollen nub.

I focus on the soft brush of his tongue and how full I feel, but it’s not enough. It takes a few moments to remember this isn’t just about me, but I get myself together, haphazardly jerking him against my thigh. His length pulses in my grip, and he gasps against my lips.

The overwhelming urge to toss him down and ride his cock washes over me from nowhere. Even the mental image makes me shiver, but I hold myself back, solely because I wouldn’t know what I was doing.

Using my magic, I tug on his hand, pulling it free of my aching core.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, pulling back to study my face. “Did I do something you don’t like?”

“No.” I spread my legs even wider and move his shaft until his tip bumps my lower lips. “It’s just not enough.”

“I don’t think I’ve done enough to get you ready?—”

“You have.” I nod, jerking him against my clit. “I’m good. Female fae don’t have a hymen. That’s a human feature.”

Cohen’s eyes widen, but I wrap my free hand around his neck and pull his mouth to mine. He kisses me fiercely, and I note he seems to enjoy it when I circle his crown with my fingers.

I dig my feet into the backs of his thighs until he notches at my opening. He doesn’t seem tentative anymore. Not with the way he guides the kiss, holding me in place with a hand on the top of my head and his other on my hip.

He barely thrusts, but it feels incredible. He’s hard, and the stretch is delicious rather than painful.

I’m fond of the way his hard body presses into mine as he cages me in. Slow, measured strokes give way to deep rhythmic thrusts and embarrassing sounds spill from my lips. Luckily, Cohen muffles them with sensual kisses that make my core ache with a needy feeling I don’t know how to describe.

My body sizzles with heat, burning from the inside out. I relocate my hands to the top of his ass, digging in as he moves.

“Holy shit, sweetheart,” Cohen groans, picking up his pace.

Every snap of his hips makes my tits jiggle, and replays of the vision Calyx showed me file through my mind.

Fate is so weird.

I can never tell if the vision influences the path, essentially leading us here. Or if this would have happened without the vision.

Either way, I’m not complaining.

Cohen’s pelvis bumps my clit as he moves, and my pleasure builds ridiculously fast. I barely have the chance to grind to meet him before I’m tumbling over the edge into the most powerful orgasm I’ve ever experienced. His shaft swells, and he moans against my lips.

My core locks down, milking every drop of cum he spills. I struggle to catch my breath as Cohen’s glasses dig into my cheek, but I’m more focused on the look on his face. He’s red faced, with his chest heaving, and it feels pretty monumental.

He brings a hand to my jaw, caressing my skin. The entire moment feels intimate in a way I’m not used to, but I was one hundred percent the aggressor in this situation.

“Would you look at that,” Calyx murmurs, appearing at the side of the bed.

There’s no lingering light from a portal, so maybe he landed in the living room and walked up on his own.

He climbs onto the mattress, on top of the comforter, and stretches out beside us.

“My two favorite people, all tangled up together.”

My jaw falls.

I’m naked, and Cohen is still inside me.

Calyx’s hand snakes between Cohen and me, and he tilts my face toward his. “You two smell like you had a fantastic time in my absence.”

My face is already hot, but my cheeks burn like they’ve caught fire.

Wait, Calyx thinks he’s my mate…

He mentioned Cohen would be included because of their connection, but was I supposed to wait for Calyx?

No.

I believe he should know better.

The fae have a matriarchal society, with the female choosing her mates and selecting who will be a part of her family pack. Where I grew up in Haven, the same rules apply.

“No, none of whatever you’re thinking,” Calyx coos, capturing my mouth with his. It’s a quick but sensual kiss that’s made even more intense by the fact Cohen is still on top of me. The lich pulls back, murmuring, “I did find out a few things about your coworker. The witch. Delta, is it?”

I nod, remembering I still need to tell them about Owen.

Calyx chuckles. “Well, once the two of you clean up, we can have a chat.”

Cohen shoves Calyx back and offers me a tender kiss that makes me ache to trap him in place so he can never get away. Unfortunately, the kiss ends all too soon, and I sob when Cohen climbs off me.

I barely get to focus on that because the lich once again leans over my top half.

“Mmm, Rogue, darling, you’ve got a fantastic set of tits…” And then he’s kissing me all over again, and my thoughts move to the fastest way to get him inside of me.

Holy shit.

I’ve never been this sex obsessed before. The quickening is no joke, but it’s kind of nice having a legitimate reason to need sex, cuddles, and pampering.

“I should run you another hot bath. It’ll help keep you from having any discomfort,” Cohen says, taking a seat at my side on the bed. He grabs my hand, linking our fingers, and my heart melts. He might be the sweetest man I’ve ever met.

We both cleaned up a bit and dressed, but it’s the middle of the night. It would be nice to snuggle between the two of them and sleep the rest of the night away.

“I’m not human,” I tell him, leaning closer to his side. “My natural healing has already squashed any discomfort.”

Calyx laughs. “Overly confident about your abilities, old chap?” He says it all, mimicking Cohen’s British accent.

A strangled choking sound leaves Cohen, but he doesn’t call me out for being a virgin.

I actually hate that word. My mom said virginity isn’t even a concept in Faere, at least not in the way humans treat the concept for females.

In Faere, it’s custom for fae to wait to find their fated mate or mates, but if the female has her quickening prior to meeting her fated partners, it’s expected that she would take chosen lovers to add to her family pack.

If she chose to use someone for the heat only, that might be seen as irresponsible, but as long as no fledglings came from the union, no one would say a word to either party.

“I’m fine,” I assure Cohen, squeezing his fingers. “What I really need to do is tell the two of you about what happened when I went in to Owen’s.”

Calyx sits across from Cohen and me with his head closer to the foot of the bed. He’s stretched back, keeping himself up with his elbows, and his dark hair falls over his forehead as he nods. “Don’t keep us in suspense.”

“I asked to see the files of Delta’s team.

Owen let me look at them, and the men who followed me and Cohen when we were trying to find you…

” I shrug. “They’re not part of her apprehension team.

I know most of them, but I wanted to make sure I wasn’t missing anyone.

I should have asked to see a list of her informants or maybe the files about the Market Heist Crew first… ”

I’m still beating myself up pretty hard about not starting with those files to begin with.

There’s no way I’m meant to run solo investigations.

I’ve messed up at every turn.

“Why did your sister feel the need to remove you from the office?” Calyx asks. “Were you in danger?”

I shake my head, and my hold on Cohen’s fingers tightens.

“My boss is a shifter…” I freeze, trying to find a way to say what I need to say.

Nothing great comes to mind, so I just blurt out the truth without even trying to sugarcoat it.

“He scented me and called me his mate. Then he started to transform in his office. It looked like he had an all-out battle with his bear.”

“Do you feel a connection to him?” Cohen asks, teasing his thumb over my inner wrist.

“Yes? No?” My shoulders bounce, and I pull my free hand to my face. “I don’t know.”

Calyx chuckles. “Since you can’t lie, we know that’s the truth, but it sounds complicated.”

“He’s literally the person who tasked my team with bringing the two of you in to be handed over to the paranormal council,” I say, whooshing out the words with one long breath.

Cohen sighs.

Calyx just keeps laughing, like he finds my concern truly amusing. “That might make introductions interesting, but perhaps if he has all the details about the situation, his opinion will change, similarly to how yours has evolved.”

“Maybe, but I kinda doubt it,” I admit. “Owen might be the one person more obsessed with following the law than I am.”

“Are you having a crisis over whether to hand me over to the council?” Calyx asks.

I shake my head.

Granted, I did for a couple of hours, but my magic believes they’ve been truthful, and that’s good enough for me.

I refocus on Calyx. “You said you found something? Or learned something from your contacts?”

“I did, though I haven’t had the chance to investigate fully.” Calyx grins. “Cohen’s magic can make us invisible to the naked eye. It’s a convenient party trick, but even more valuable when doing recon. Are the two of you up for being my partners in crime?”

My teeth dig into my lower lip.

In for a penny, right?