Page 61 of Faeheart
“Me neither,” Wild admitted, increasing his pace slightly. His cock bobbed between us, hard and leaking even underwater. “Touch me, Elias. Please.”
I wrapped my hand around his length, stroking in time with his movements. The combination of sensations, my hand on his cock, my thickness inside him, had Wild trembling above me, his magic flaring visibly through his skin. Little emerald sparks danced across his freckles, illuminating the water around us.
“You’re glowing,” I whispered in awe, watching his fae nature emerge in response to our shared pleasure.
“Can’t help it,” he gasped, his rhythm faltering as he got closer to release. “You bring out the real me. I can’t keep it back when I’m with you like this.”
The admission sent another surge of arousal through me. Wild, who prided himself on maintaining his carefully crafted persona, was coming undone in my arms. Through our bond, I could feel his walls crumbling, every pretense stripped away until there was nothing left but raw, honest need.
“I love seeing you like this,” I told him, thrusting up harder as I continued to stroke him. “Just for me.”
“Only for you,” he agreed, his eyes half-lidded with pleasure. “Never felt this with anyone else.”
The surrounding water began to swirl with magical energy, responding to our heightened emotions. The candles floating around the tub flared brighter, casting Wild in golden light that made him look otherworldly and impossibly beautiful.
“I’m close,” he warned, his movements becoming more erratic. “So close, Elias.”
“Cum for me,” I urged, tightening my grip on his cock. “Let go, Wild. I’ve got you.”
His release hit suddenly, his body clenching around me as he cried out my name. Through our bond, I felt his pleasure crash over me like a tidal wave, triggering my own climax. I thrust up one final time, burying myself deep inside him as I came harder than I ever had before.
For a moment, we both froze, locked together in shared ecstasy as our magics intertwined visibly in the water. Then Wild collapsed against my chest, both of us panting and trembling in the aftermath.
“Holy shit,” he breathed against my neck, his body still shuddering with aftershocks.
“Yeah,” I agreed, unable to find better words.
The water continued to glow softly as we eased down from our high. I stayed firmly lodged inside him, his legs still wrapped around my waist. I kissed softly on his neck as his cool breath rolled over my wet skin.
“Damn,” Wild whispered. “I don’t know if I’m ever gonna get used to how good this feels. The end of summer orgy has nothing on this. Even that time when I took three satyrs at the same time wasn’t this good.”
“Three?!” I cried, leaning back to look him in the eye. “At the same time?!”
“One of them was in my mouth,” he laughed. “I’m not that stretchy.” He gave me a wink. “Not yet anyway.”
Chapter 23
Elias
Atlas slammed me into the wall with such force that the entire training room seemed to shake, his golden eyes blazing with an intensity I’d never seen before. Across the room, Wild and Caden paused their own sparring session, their heads turning in unison at the sound of my back hitting the paneling.
“Focus, Elias,” Atlas growled, his massive hands still pinning my shoulders. “If this were a real fight, you’d be dead three times over.”
I nodded, trying to catch my breath. We’d been training for hours, and every muscle in my body screamed in protest. Atlas had insisted on hand-to-hand combat today, arguing that we couldn’t always rely on our magic in battle. Easy for him to say. Werewolves had natural strength and agility that witches like me could only dream of.
“Sorry,” I managed, wiping sweat from my brow. “I got distracted.”
Atlas released me with a frustrated sigh. “Distraction gets you killed. The Purity Front won’t give you time to gather your thoughts or plan your next move.”
From across the room, Wild called out, “Maybe ease up a bit, Alpha boy. Some of us weren’t born with supernatural muscles.”
I felt Wild’s concern flowing through our bond, a warm current of protective energy that made my chest tighten. Ever since we’d completed our soul bond two nights ago, his emotions had become as clear to me as my own, sometimes even overwhelming my thoughts.
Atlas turned toward Wild, his expression softening slightly. “If I go easy on you now, I might as well hand you over to the Purity Front myself.”
“He’s right,” Caden said quietly, his dryad magic already weaving healing energy toward me. I felt the soreness in my shoulders ease as his power flowed through our tetrad connection. “We don’t have much time left.”
The reminder hung heavy in the air between us. Our trap was set, the message sent to Wild’s mother with the deliberate intention of it being intercepted. We’d given the Purity Front exactly what they wanted. The illusion of weakness, of vulnerability, had been laid out plain for them to see. Now all we could do was prepare and wait for them to take the bait.
