Page 56 of Oleander
Without so much as a blink, Flame takes another drag of his joint, having nearly finished it. “And what about the Wild Hunt?”
“I signed up for it,” I answer, deciding to speak up and hoping Anderdoesn’t.
“Hmm,” Flame says, eyeing my exhausted, drunk ass from head to toe like he’s still interested in this mess.
“And I did too,” Oleander adds confidently, coming to stand side by side with me, threading our fingers together and staking his claim in front of all three of them. His magic is under control so no sparks flicker, but Flame’s eyes still track the movement, widening slightly.
That’s right, buddy. We have our shit under control.
“Idiots,” he mumbles, but I don’t miss the intense concern that flares to life in his gaze. I’m drunk off my ass, but even I can see it, so I only hope Ander does too.
Oleander is his blood. His identical twin. If that doesn’t mean something to him, then what does?
Flame drops the tiny joint and stomps it out with his boot. “Let me guess. . .” He casually strolls over to Hawk, stepping into his face. “It wasyouthat orchestrated this whole thing. Stirring the pot as always. But now you’re playing with fuckinglives. My brother’s life, to be exact.”
“They’re grown. No one made them doanything. I suggest you step back, Flame,” Zephyr warns, the wind picking up around us.
Flame scoffs at Zephyr’s warning. “Of course. How could I forget? You’re the ringleader of the three stooges. Well, let me tell you something, Zeph.” He steps into Zephyr’s space next. “If anything happens to my brother or the human, your asses will be the ones to pay for it.” Flame’s eyes glow golden, lit from within and blazing with the power of a thousand suns.
I’m a little taken aback by this newfound protectiveness toward his brother. . .and me. Even if he did just call methe human. But the Wild Hunt is no joke, and I think it really hit home with Flame that things could potentially. . . Well, things could potentially not go very well for us.
Hawk swallows thickly, most likely knowing the Fire prince’s power is stronger than his own.
“Nothing’s gonna happen,” I say casually, trying to diffuse the situation and get us all to bed. “Ander is a complete badass with a sword.” Although this is true, a heavy weight settles in the pit of my stomach when I think about how hard it was fighting off one hellhound, let alone multiple beasts or whatever the hell that spirit thing is. I need to study and practice as much as I can before the Hunt. This shit is serious, and although it may not feel like it, this is real life andnota fucking video game.
“Everything will be fine,” Ander adds in a soothing tone. “Let’s all just get to bed. It’s late, and every moment we spend talking out here is a moment we’re at risk of getting caught.” He tugs on my hand, and we start to leave but stop at Zephyr’s words.
“We made a pact not to tell anyone what happened tonight, and we’ve all agreed except for you.” There’s a pause, tension hanging thick in the air.
“I’m looking atyou, Flame,” Zephyr growls impatiently, seemingly unafraid of the Fire prince.
“Wouldn’t tell a soul.Evening, losers. Glad you didn’t die, brother.” Flame disappears between the cars, most likely off to his own dorm while the rest of us head toward Edgemoor Hall.
The moment I lock the door behind me, I follow Ander down the hallway and corner him by the linen closet. “Do you have any idea how fucking hot you look handling a big, heavy sword like that? My dick is rock-hard justthinkingabout it.”
His amethyst eyes pulse brightly. Vines appear, snaking down his cheeks and caressing his jaw in a sensual flow. I step into him, sticking my face into the crook of his neck and breathing deeply. He smells like earth, flowers, and starlight. He smells likehome.
Two outsiders made for each other.
Our magic converges, the lavender cloud ghosting across our skin and the electricity tickling us in a romantic caress. It feels like something bigger than either of us brought me here. Brought ustogether. Something like fate.
I grab the towel out of his hands and toss it to the floor. There’s no time for showers. I need himnow. I slam my mouth against his, walking him backward until he’s pressed against the wall in the hallway.
I devour him with every bit of energy I have left. My tongue delves deep into his mouth, remembering what it felt like to have my cock there. Ander kisses me back with as much passion, tangling his tongue with my own and running his hands through my messy hair.
“Show me how you handle two swords at once,” I breathe into his mouth. “Please.”
Ander pulls back, a slight confusion passing over his features, which causes me to soften even more.
So fucking innocent and so fucking hot. It’s not right.
“Like this. . .” I reach out, slipping two fingers into the waistband of his pants, running them along his sensitive skin in a teasing caress.
Ander moans, and I press my mouth to his again, swallowing his kisses whole. I pull his pants and boxers down and then my own, leaving them bunched around our thighs. We’re the same height, our bodies lining up perfectly, so our dicks instantly bump against each other. We both groan at the foreign sensation, staring down at our cocks lined up side by side.
“Like this,” I repeat, taking both of our cocks into my hand. Ander whimpers, and I suck in a sharp breath of air at the feel of his velvety hard skin against my own. I start to jerk us off together, showing him how. It takes everything in me to release us from my grasp. “Your turn,” I murmur, peering into his half-lidded lavender eyes.
Ander bites his lip, hesitantly reaching down like he’s never touched either of our dicks before. The moment his slightly cold hand wraps around our warm cocks, I’m nearly done for.
