Page 130 of Wicked Magik

My eyes widened and I tried to gauge a reaction from Oryx, but of course I can’t get one because his face is in fact, a skull. Instead, I’m watching his body and his tail isn’t moving, he isn’t moving at all.

“I know you said you were happy with your current vessel,” Veylor began, “with this form however you won’t be recognized with a cloak, or be feared. This is the vessel I had prepared for you. It is what I have been working on all these years. For an apology. For…what happened.”

I still don’t know the details of the major event that murdered everyone, just that Veylor is trying to make things right. I haven’t asked and he hasn’t offered to tell but…what I was seeing was insane. Just the side profile of this vessel looks similar to Oryx’s original body.

He really was handsome.

But I still loved the monster in front of me. I couldn’t see him being this fae.

Oryx took a slow, steady step into the room. Once he reached the vessel he stared down at it. He sniffed and placed his hand on the chest.

Veylor stood beside him. “What do you think?”

Oryx's skull swayed slowly from side to side. "What you've done here... I appreciate the intention behind it. But this vessel isn't me anymore." His claws flexed at his sides. "The fae I was is gone. All I have are fragments—echoes of who I was through your eyes. And yet..." His voice softened to a rumble. "Those echoes are enough to know what I felt for you then. What I still feel now."

Veylor took a deep breath in. “I understand and I accept you as you are. I always will. I wanted to give you the option and it was here, so…”

Veylor tried to turn away from Oryx, but he gently grasped Veylor with his tail turning him around. Oryx stood upright, his forehead lightly touching Veylor's, as I observed the tender moment from the doorway.

Please kiss him.

A deep rumble vibrated from Oryx's chest as his tongue emerged, leaving a glistening trail up Veylor's neck that made him tremble with pleasure.

Veylor’s hands traced up Oryx’s muscular body. Oryx groaned and threaded his claws through Veylor’s hair and tugged.

Oh yes, give it to him.

My clit throbbed as Veylor’s mouth opened, inviting Oryx to let his tongue dip into his mouth.

Watching the two of them kiss was the most erotic thing I have ever seen. I leaned against the door frame as they touched one another. They were gripping at one another like the other person was going to disappear.

More, Oryx. You should take him in here.

It was like closing a chapter on Oryx’s past if they did it in here. Saying goodbye to his old body and accepting the new.

Oryx must have heard my voice because he growled and started tugging on Veylor's clothes. Veylor's eyes widened in shock as he glanced in my direction.

“Give him what he wants, Veylor.” I purred and laid my hands on my chest.

Instead of feeling jealousy, I was getting more turned on by the second. It made more sense with this whole fated mate thing. If it was anything like romance stories then of course I would like watching them do things to each other.

And I shouldn’t feel guilty about it at all.

With swift, hungry movements, Oryx stripped away Veylor's clothing until he stood exposed, his arousal evident. Veylor's back hit the wall with a soft thud as Oryx pressed against him.I shifted to the side, settling into a nearby chair where nothing would obstruct my view.

I’m guessing now I was sitting in a cuck chair but whatever.

I wasn’t going to just sit here though, I’d get off myself.

Veylor inhaled sharply as Oryx's tongue trailed down his body. It didn't take long for Oryx's lengthy tongue to reach Veylor's dick, where it soon wrapped around and began to suck with intensity.

That was interesting.

Veylor gasped, his hands threading through Oryx’s hair.

“Don’t come!” I taunted as I grabbed my breast. “I want a good show.”

I’m a bitch. I’m such a bitch.