Page 11 of Fallen
I snort and shake my head, knowing that this can only go south. “I need to do this so we can go and figure out who’s killing those shifters.”
Amand hums, stealing another kiss before meeting my eyes. “Then shift, Lev. Show us how beautiful of a snake you make. And then we’re going to fuck you.”
“Right here?” I twist around to look at the office door. It’s closed and suspiciously locked, something I suspect Gerald was in on. The fucker absolutely knew what this was going to do to Rowan and Amand. I swallow nervously and focus on Amand before letting my magic do its job. I still have no idea what I’m doing, Rowan pulling a moan from me when he rocks against my ass.
My magic shifts and pulls and twists, heat bleeding through me before Amand grabs my face in his hands. His thumb runs along my bottom lip before tugging it down and then pricking the edge of my canine. Well,a fang.“Eerie as fuck, really. You’ve got one of my eyes and the other from Rowan but the fangs are new.I like them.” He growls out the last sentence before diving in for another kiss.
Rowan drags my pants down, fear spiking in my chest that he’s just going to fuck me raw. And then I hear a wrapper and then the sound of lube being squirted. At least, they come prepared for something, right?
I don’t have a lot of time to process whatever the fuck is going on as my body continues to heat up, Rowan roughly prepping my ass. Amand kisses me again, his tongue running across my fangs several times. “Don’t you dare disappear on us, Lev. Not this time.”
I can only moan as I’m walked backward, Rowan’s presence disappearing from behind me for a second. I twist around to find him sitting down, his cock hanging out of his pants, precum already beading along the tip. He reaches for me, slowly lowering me onto his cock, the stretch just on the edge of painful but it’s also the best feeling ever.
A small cry tears from my throat as he completely fills me, Amand pulling out his own cock as well. I frown, unsure of how this is going to work when Rowan lowers his chair, putting us almost on the floor, my mouth now at the perfect level. All three of us are working on instinct, on need, my magic heightening this moment until it’s just a mess of pheromones and desire.
Anyone could unlock the door with a key but I’m more focused on being filled by my mates, Amand’s taste on my tongue is everything I didn’t know I needed. I sag between them, letting them use me for their pleasure and my own. Amand’s hand sifts into my hair as he fucks into my mouth, Rowan gripping my waist hard enough to bruise.
“Careful with those teeth, Lev. I like a little pain but I’d like to keep my cock,” Amand purrs.
I will my magic to shrink back, reverting me to my old self so that I can just feel. It doesn’t take long for each of us to fall over the edge, my mates filling my ass and mouth as I jack myself off, covering my palm and stomach.
That’s when the embarrassment sets in, the three of us just kind of staring while I sit on Rowan’s cock, my body a mess of cum and magical sweat. “Right. So, I need a lot of practice lest we have an orgy in the middle of the forest.” I slowly stand up and pull my pants back up, unable to cover up most of the mess we just made.
One look at Amand and I realize they’re absolutely ecstatic that I’m covered in their filth, despite the fact that we’re atwork and I still have to walk through the halls to get to my car. Everyone at this place is going to know what we just did.
My phone buzzes and I scramble toward it on wobbly legs.
I assume by now that you’ve figured out why not everyone throws around shapeshifting when they aren’t a shapeshifter to begin with. We’ll work on control tomorrow. There’s a change of clothes in the desk for each of you should you need it.
I just stare at the message, about to text back when I think better of it. I can only handle so much embarrassment at once. “So, Gerald knew exactly what was going to happen here which now makes this weird.” I can feel Rowan’s need to make a joke but I just shake my head. “Not now. Please, not now. Let’s go home, shower, and then we’re going out to the grove.”
I get no complaints. Well, just one.
Amand mumbles something about shifting again because I looked really sexy with fangs.
Chapter 8
AMAND
The last day and a half has been interesting. The plan to visit the grove was a bust when we found Lev passed out from how much energy he had expended. We’re on edge, our need to fuck our Chameleon growing every time he walks past us in the condo. Something about using his magic to mimic scents and creatures is strengthening the mate bond way more than normal. Even with Gerald’s training, every time he shifts, we get all bent out of shape over Lev.
We’ve fucked him four times since the time in the office, each one rougher and wilder than the last. Lev finally got a grip on how much magic is leaking out with each shift, finally mimicking a gray wolf. It’s a start but this is torture.
My need to claim him keeps screaming out but I’m desperately trying to get that shit under control. So, I just focus on Lev’s grumbling instead, the poor guy whining about having to trudge through the forest yet again. I don’t remember this muchcomplaining last time when we had to confront the witch but I find it entertaining.
“Fucking forest,” Lev mutters, brushing dirt off his jeans. “Why can’t unicorns hide in, like, a coffee shop? Somewhere with Wi-Fi and no mosquitoes?”
I chuckle, stepping closer to steady him. “It’s not that bad. We were in a forest similar to this a few weeks ago.”
He glares at me, his green eyes glinting in the fading light, but there’s a spark of humor there. “No,thatwas a forest.Thisis a swamp. Are you guys seriously not bothered? I’m one step away from becoming a swamp monster. This is your fault, you know.”
I grin, my hand lingering on his arm. “You’re the one who wanted to chase Silas’s lead. Don’t blame me for your detective instincts.”
Rowan glances back, his brown eyes narrowing. “Focus, you two. This place reeks of magic. Unicorns or not, something’s here.”
He’s right. The grove is alive with energy, the air thick with the scent of old magic. It’s supposedly a dingy but known hotspot for shifters, who use its dense cover to shift unseen. It’s not exactly a lawless land but it’s one most normal creatures and humans never really venture out to.
Lev’s plan is ballsy: use his newly mastered scent-shifting to mimic an Omega wolf, the kind of prey a unicorn killer might target. It’s brilliant, but it’s also dangerous, and my beast is clawing at me to keep him safe.
