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Next time, I’m pretty sure, Max’s dick is gonna be working magic for me.
I don’t even know where my last big O left off or where the next one started. I’m basically one continuous O at this point, we all are, Ronin’s spunk still smeared over my boobs and belly with more slipping out of me and dripping down my thighs, the kick and spurt of Max’s magic moments pretty close to constant (which I can feel through our bond like it’s me he’s buried in). Ronin blissed-out and half-conscious but still climbing one last peak.
When Ronin erupts inside me with a wordless shout, the frisson of his breaking heat jars through me like one of Neo’s earthquakes. My head falls back and my mouth falls open around a lightning scream that lights up the sky outside the window behind us.
In fact, I’m still staring at that window when the glass shatters…
…and a bottle of liquid capped with a burning rag hurtles through the air…
…and the bottle bursts against the opposite wall…
…and the tapestries ignite in a solid sheet of flame.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Vasili
There, darling. I’ve gone ahead and said it.
I’ve fallen in love with Lucius.
You might find it peculiar, I suppose, that it comes as such a revelation. After all, he and I have been fucking like feral dogs for weeks.
Sometimes the two of us share Zara or Ronin (or both), but often it’s just Lucius and Vasili. The wolf and the snake. Me bending him over the desk in his office or shoving him up against the wall of the shower or just rutting brutally into him in the heated darkness of Zara’s curtained bed, muffling his ecstatic cries with my hand while our mates slumber peacefully.
But somewhere along the way, our brutal fuckathons… evolved.
Our torrid teacher-student affair, well, itexpanded.
It became me seeking him out for advice in dealing with some thorny disciplinary issue in one of the classes I’ve started teaching. Me asking him to review my lesson plans before I submit them to our deeply suspicious and not overwhelmingly supportive Dean. Me looking to him for insight sorting through some shifter behavioral complexity as I learn to embrace my recessive genetic legacy.
In every one of these exchanges, every time I’ve needed him, he’s generously and thoughtfully and tirelessly given me precisely what I need.
To be honest, I think now I’ve always loved him.
What’s changed since we began this entire co-alpha arrangement (which is extremely rare, so he tells me, since alphas typically don’t cohabitate) is that I’ve finally learned to…
Trust him.
“I can’t bear the thought of losing you, pet,” I tell him roughly, while the mood’s upon me, before I turn sly and guarded again. He’s nestled in my arms, both of us lying sideways and facing each other on his monastic bed, his dark tumbled curls reeking of wolf and Zara and Ronin and Neo—all the mates we share in various ways between us.
He’s already eased my coat off my shoulders. Now his patient hands are teasing open the laces of my corset.
“You won’t ever lose me now,” he whispers, under the crackle and snap of the cozy fire we’ve rekindled in his hearth. That fire is the only source of light since we’ve drawn the curtains for warmth. This snug little room has become our intimate secret. “Not as long as you’re honest with me, my dear one. I can bear anything from you… all your tricks and your tempers and your arrogance and your cruelty. Anything except treachery.”
There’s a warning buried here for me, glimmering in the depths of his lovely sherry-gold eyes. But just at the moment, I’m in no mood to hear it. He’s mine again, after resisting and distrusting and evading me for days.
He’smine.
If I were a wolf myself, I’d simply howl in triumph.
I’ve already unraveled his sober tie and unbuttoned his starched shirt. My wicked fingers are tiptoeing like spiders over the pale skin of his naked torso and combing through the soft fur that covers his powerful chest. His wolf is loving the attention, loving me, loving the thought of me spreading the two of them wide on Lucius’ prim and proper bed and claiming them so thoroughly that this other new alpha (ah, he means the dragon, that wolf is wise to be suspicious) will stay well away.
Now I tease open the caramel leather of Lucius’ belt and gently nudge the button of his trousers through the slit. His breath stutters on his lips. His heat is raging fiercely, it’s a fever in his blood.
Yet he seems desperate tonight for my tenderness rather than my lust.
“I’d find it easier to lay your fears to rest,” I murmur, “if we could come to some accord regarding that bothersome dragon.”
