Page 37 of Laid Bare

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“Oh gods, Luka. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

His fingers pump harder inside of me, rubbing that spot that shoots me off like a rocket. “I’ve got you, goddess. Let go.”

My toes curl as pleasure washes over me. Luka is between my legs, a hazy-like quality to his visage telling me this is a dream. My favorite kind. They keep me going until I can be in the arms of my men again.

“Please, please, let me come before I wake up,” I beg, not in the mood to wake up unsatisfied like every other dream I’ve had like this.

He chuckles, a delicious sound that vibrates through my very being from where his lips are wrapped around my clit.

A cry of dismay leaves me when he stops, leaving me on the edge of that cliff once again, unsatisfied and so borderline angry, I feel like I could cry.

“Open your eyes, goddess.” He gives a lazy thrust of his fingers, not fully committing to the action.

“No.” I shake my head, a pout on my lips. “Then I’ll have to get myself off, and it’s not the same.”

“Hmm,” Luka hums, another half-hearted pump pulling me further from falling into bliss. “How can I convince you that this is real? That I’m real. That this—” he sucks my clit sharply, making my eyes fly open, before releasing it, “—is really happening.”

“Luka,” I breathe, my voice husky.

“There she is.” His lips curl into a smirk, his navy eyes radiating smug satisfaction. “Now, come for me, goddess.”

Finally—finally—he resumes, every thrust of the two digits deep in my pussy massaging my walls that constrict around him, trying to keep him from disappearing. My fingers tangle in his onyx hair, pulling him closer to where I want him. He huffs a laugh at my impatience, but takes the hint, settling further between my legs. His tongue snakes out and makes figure-eights over my throbbing clit, but his eyes, they don’t leave my face.

He watches every twitch, every tell that lets him know just how close I am.

My stomach coils tighter and tighter, his mere touch propelling me back to where I was easily, and all it takes is one more sharp suck from Luka’s magical mouth before I’m tumbling over the edge of the cliff with a loud cry of his name, diving headfirst into a world of pleasure. Lights flash before my eyes, pops of pinks, blues, whites, reds, almost every color imaginable.

Luka slows his pace but doesn’t stop, working me through my orgasm and licking up every drop of cum like it’s the holiest of holy grails. A shudder works its way down my spine as he pulls his fingers out, slurping up the wetness left behind.

“Shit,” I heave, unknitting my fingers from his hair as I try to catch my breath. “I could get used to waking up like this.”

Luka laughs, climbing up from between my legs and wrapping himself around me. He tenderly brushes his lips across my forehead while holding me to his chest. “Every morning, goddess. All you have to do is ask.”

I giggle, ready to reply, but a disgruntled neigh echoes from the living room, punctuated by the piercing screech of my alarm telling me it’s time to get up.

“Dammit,” I mutter, rolling my eyes as I reach for my phone, turning off the annoying wail emanating from it.

So much for my blissful morning. Now I have to go to class. With a damn pink Pegasus.

Fuck my life.

The bell rings,signaling the end of my last class for the week.

Tension bleeds from my shoulders the further I get away from the field, but there’s no missing that set of eyes that seem to follow me wherever I go. And it’s not the eyes of the brothers. No, they’re bracketing me on either side, their gazes set forward, watching all the other students rushing around us.

Those eyes, so intent, bleed silver the moment he transforms into his Lycan form. Which seems to be the form I see him in more than his human one because of transmutation class. Not that I particularly like either one. His human side is an asshole, and his animal side is abusive.

Today marks the third time I’ve actually shown up for class since the incident that shall not be mentioned. But now that I think of it, I wouldn’t doubt all the other students can easily remember it and think I deserved every second of the pain he inflicted on me.

I shake my head, not needing to delve any further into those painful thoughts.

Aero is by my side, his trot now a familiar soundtrack to the chaos of my life. Classes have been… difficult to say the least with him. And it’s not even him causing problems. No. It’s the stares. The whispers. Worse than before.

Failed shifter. That’s what they’ve been calling me since Transmutation class on Monday. And they’re right. I am a failure. Because I didn’t shift. I… I don’t know what the hell I did. But whatever it was resulted in Aero—not that I’d trade him. He’s been a steady presence in my dorm to keep the loneliness away.

Without Marion in my life and my mates busy with their own lives outside of the academy, I’ve spent my non-schooling hours alone, locked up in my room. My bodyguards have tried to coax me out, but I just haven’t felt the need to socialize. Not even with them.

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