Page 37 of Faeheart
“Do you feel that?” Atlas asked quietly, his werewolf senses obviously picking up on the same strange awareness I was detecting.
“The house is definitely... aware,” Elias confirmed, one hand trailing along the wall as we walked. “There’s consciousness woven into the very foundation. It’s remarkable.”
We found ourselves in what appeared to be a library, though the worldlibraryseemed an inadequate word for the vast space that opened before us. Books floated freely between towering shelves that stretched impossibly high, organizing and reorganizing themselves according to some arcane system I could only guess at.
“This is incredible,” Elias breathed, his eyes wide with wonder as he reached for a book that drifted lazily past his shoulder. The moment his fingers touched the leather binding, several other volumes flew from different shelves to hover around him in a perfect orbit. “It’s responding to my thoughts!”
“Of course it is,” I muttered, watching as the books circled Elias like eager pets. “Your grandma’s house would naturally favor you. Nepotism at its finest.”
Atlas moved cautiously through the space, his werewolf instincts clearly on high alert. “Something smells... old here. Powerful.” He sniffed the air again. “But not threatening.”
“It feels like her,” Elias said softly, his expression distant as he absently stroked the spine of a particularly ancient-looking tome. “I was a baby when my grandmother died, but somehow... I recognize her energy.”
Through our bond, I could feel the emotional weight of his words, a bittersweet longing for connection with a woman he’d never known but whose legacy now defined his life. It made something twist uncomfortably in my chest.
“Look at this,” Caden called from across the room. He stood before an ornate writing desk where a single piece of parchment lay, glowing faintly in the ambient light. “I think it’s for us.”
We gathered around as Elias carefully lifted the parchment. The moment his fingers touched it, the glow intensified, and elegant script began to appear on the previously blank surface.
Welcome, children of the tetrad. Sorrel and I have long foreseen your arrival. Begin with my personal journals. They will help you understand what you’ve become and what you must learn. Time is precious. The bond must be stabilized before you can harness its true power.
“Well, that’s not ominous at all,” I quipped, though my voice lacked its usual confidence. “Nothing like a cryptic message from beyond the grave to really set the mood.”
“It’s not from beyond the grave,” Elias said, his academic curiosity visibly overriding his exhaustion. “It’s an echo spell, designed to activate when specific magical signatures entered this space.”
“So, where are these journals?” Atlas asked, practical as always.
As if in response, a section of bookshelf slid aside, revealing a small alcove where five leather-bound journals were stacked neatly on a pedestal. Each was a different color: midnight blue, forest green, amber gold, and deep crimson, with a fifth volume in pure white at the top.
“Yeah,” I said, glancing at the others. “That sounds cool and all, but I’m fucking exhausted. And hungry.”
“Me too,” Caden nodded.
Elias pulled his hand back, already reaching for the journals. “You’re right. We should rest and start with fresh minds in the morning.”
“Let’s go find our rooms then,” Atlas said, leading us out of the library. He reached over, wrapping his arm around Caden’s waist. “There’s some…thingswe’ve been neglecting.”
“Atlas…” Caden said, a surge of desperate arousal spiking through our bond. “You don’t have to be soobviousabout it.”
“Everyone can feel how horny we are,” Atlas replied, clearly not ashamed. “And I can feel how hard up they are, too. We need to take care of that.” He looked over at Elias and myself. “The foursome is still on the table if you want to join.” He swept Caden off his feet and tossed him over his shoulder like a ragdoll. “Don’t wait on us for dinner.”
With that, the two of them disappeared up the grand staircase and down a long hallway. Elias and I were left standing at the bottom, our brains buzzing with all the things Atlas intended to do to Caden. I glanced to my left, seeing the flush of red across Elias’s cheeks. Through our bond, I could feel how much he wanted to join them, that burning curiosity threatening to overthrow his hesitations.
“Come on,” I said, grabbing him by the hand and pulling him toward the stairs as I tried to hide how tight my jeans were getting. “Let’s go find our rooms.”
Chapter 14
Elias
The pure arousal permeating through our bond made it difficult to even walk, much less think. By the time Wild and I had made it to the bedrooms on the top floor, I could already feel Atlas stripping off Caden’s clothes in a room down the hall. Wild’s grip tightened on my hand when a sudden surge of pleasure swept through us. In my mind’s eye, I could feel Caden’s lips wrapped around Atlas’s thick werewolf cock. We’d barely stepped into a room and closed the door behind us before we nearly collapsed to the floor, moans escaping our lips.
“Oh… my gods…” Wild breathed, hot and heavy. “The bond is… so much stronger here…” He reached down, adjusting his very obvious excitement in his jeans. “I was able to kind of ignore it at the academy, but here?” He leaned his head back against the wall, closing his eyes. “I might cum just from this.”
I didn’t know what to say. I was so caught up in the sensations that I couldn’t think. At the same time, the embarrassment coursing through my veins was unlike anything I’d ever experienced. The virgin side of me was scared to take the next step, to give into my desires. But as my eyes traced down Wild’s body and eventually settled on the bulge in his jeans, Iknew I couldn’t resist any longer. After twenty-two years, it was just too much to bear anymore.
“Wild,” I whispered, my voice rougher than I’d ever heard it. The sound of his name on my lips seemed to break something loose in both of us.
He opened those green eyes, pupils blown wide with desire, and the look he gave me was pure hunger. “Elias... I can’t hold back anymore. Not with this bond, not in this place.” His breathing was ragged as another wave from Atlas and Caden crashed over us. “Tell me you want this. Tell me you want me.”
