Page 5 of Fallen
God, I already like her. We didn’t really get to meet during that whole witch fiasco a few weeks ago but she’s a lot more down to earth than I expected. “Try me, witchy.”
Marcus finally looks up, pushing his glasses up his nose. “Your file says you’ve got scent detection. That’s gonna be key. Unicorns are nearly impossible to track—their magic masks their DNA in shifted form.”
“If I hadn’t seen one of the victims in my truck, I’d still think it sounded like a bad fairy tale. Sparkly horses with murder sticks? Really?”
Jace chuckles, but Gerald’s expression stays grim. “Leviathan, I mentioned before that that’s not how this works. There’s no glitter. They’re rare, powerful, and extremely volatile. They also seemed to have an issue regulating their emotions.” I frown, silently demanding an explanation.
Marcus cuts in. “The only unicorn shifters we’ve met have been in jail. I haven’t actually met one who’s living a normal life.”
Right, of course.
Gerald continues droning on about the case as we find a seat around the table and I don’t even know that this little debriefing is over until he’s stopped in front of me. “Leviathan, luck and diligence has brought you far. However, without training your magic, it’ll be a hindrance, not a help. I’ll be working with you so that you don’t become the weak link.”
His words hurt but he isn’t wrong. He squeezes my shoulder and then rounds up the others to leave, my mates and I left in the empty room. It takes me a few moments to finally breathe and realize that this is way more complicated than any of the other cases I’ve taken on. “Well, that was intense.”
Amand snorts as he scoots closer, his hand reaching to squeeze my thigh beneath the table. “You weren’t even listening, Lev,” he chuckles. “Not that I blame you. This is all a lot. We’ve been working on cases for a while and if we had any of this high tech bullshit, I’m sure we would have worked a lot faster.”
“It’s not even about that,” I push out, holding back a whine when Amand’s hand trails higher. “It’s more that I wonder if I’ve been going about it all wrong. Like sure, I did all this shit on my own, trying to figure out what I was and where I fit but this… this feels so much bigger. Like… we’re only scratching the surface of whatever the fuck is going on.”
Rowan sighs, scooting closer as well, his nose dragging along my cheek. Heat spreads through me, my cock thickeningbetween my legs. This is the absolutely wrong time to be doing any of this but it feels so fucking good. Rowan hums as his nose runs across my jaw, his lips landing at the edge of my ear. “You’re charming when you’re not fading into walls.”
I should push them away, tell them we need to focus now that we’ve been officially hired to an agency that means business. But it’s been entirely too long since something has happened and I need it. Even if I wanted to pull away, I wouldn’t be able to.
Especially when the sound of a zipper being undone echoes through the room. My protests get caught at the back of my throat as Amand pulls my chair from under the table, Rowan stealing my lips. I grunt as a warm hand encircles my cock, pumping slowly until I can’t hold back a whine. Rowan swallows the sound, one of his hands moving to cup the front of my throat, both of my men lost in the same haze I am.
Fuck, Ireallyshould not be doing this here.
And yet, I can’t stop.
Amand hisses, that forked tongue wrapping around my tip before he sucks me fully into his mouth. Holy Mother of Jesus, that feelswonderful.The heat coursing through my veins picks up, that slight magical signature that’s doomed to kill me strengthening but it’s a good kind of pain. My hips move of their own accord as I pump into Amand’s mouth and then curl my hand into his hair, to keep him there. To keepmethere.
If I don’t get to come because I fucking fade into the background, everyone’s going to have to deal with a pissed off Chameleon.
Rowan’s tongue slips into my mouth, dragging along the inside of my cheeks as I grip his shirt with my free hand, my eyes rolling into the back of my head. One last pump and I’m a goner, Amand expertly pulling an orgasm from me. I sag back against the chair, Amand neatly packing me back into my pants.
I can’t miss the smell of their arousal or the rather thick bulges between their thighs. However, we neither have the time for that, nor do I have the balls to let them fuck me here. Amand rises to his feet and pulls me against his chest. “I needed that. Haven’t been able to touch you like Ireallywant since your magic started misbehaving.” He starts nuzzling against me the same way Rowan did. “You should take up Gerald on that training stuff.”
I nod, still coming down from the high as Rowan heads toward the door. “Let’s go home, alright? We’ve got enough to start with.” I’m all too ready to do that, even as I feel myself flickering in and out of reality.
This is different from before. The last few times, I somehow disappeared from the plane of existence. My mates couldn’t even touch me. But this feels like I’m being pulled toward something. Like when I reappear, I won’t be standing in this room.
Rowan calls my name but I’m already gone, Gerald and Lily’s voices hitting my ears. I’m not even sure where they are as I move toward the sound without even understanding how I’mmoving.I can’t really feel my body in this state.
“…risky, Gerald,” Lily says. “He’s green and his magic’s unstable. He’s a good P.I. and he was good during the last case. But… If the unicorn catches his scent—”
“He’s our best shot,” Gerald cuts in. “His nose is unmatched. Besides, those Basilisks won’t let anything happen to him.”
Lily grumbles. “You just see yourself in him and I get that. You’re a rare designation and all that. However, that can’t be the reason he’s lead on this.”
Lily’s doubt stings but I was already a bit weirded out when it came down to being put on as point for this investigation, especially when Essence P.I. somehow outranks the police. I’m about to step away when my magic glitches again, and Ireappear, stumbling into a door. It swings open, Gerald and Lily staring at me as Lily just grins.
“You’re the worst spy ever,” she says, crossing her arms. “Eavesdropping already?”
I flush, scrambling for an excuse. “I, uh, dropped my… pen. Yeah, pen.”
Gerald seems to know exactly what happened, though, my mates rushing down the hall to come stand behind me. “Good instincts, Leviathan, but we need to work on the execution. Had I known that your magic had progressed this far, I would have taken you on sooner. Go home. Get some rest. We’ll talk tomorrow.”
Lily just glares at me, confused but I eagerly turn on my heel and make a beeline outside.
