Page 63 of Faeheart
“Wild, he’s boxing you in,” I called out, unable to stop myself.
But my warning came too late. Wild backed up one step too many and found himself against the wall, Atlas advancing with predatory focus. In a flash, Atlas closed the distance, his massive form caging Wild against the paneling.
“Got you,” Atlas growled, his face inches from Wild’s.
I expected Wild to concede, to acknowledge defeat as I had done countless times that morning. Instead, something shifted in Wild’s expression, a dangerous glint entering his green eyes.
“Do you?” Wild purred, his voice dropping to that husky tone that always sent shivers down my spine.
Through our bond, I felt a sudden surge of heat that had nothing to do with exertion. Wild’s chaotic magic flared, but not defensively. Instead, it seemed to reach out toward Atlas, wrapping around the werewolf’s energy in a way that made my breath catch.
Atlas froze, his golden eyes widening as he registered the change in Wild’s scent, the shift in his magical signature. “Wild, what are you?—”
“You’re so tense,” Wild murmured, his hands coming up to rest against Atlas’s chest. “All that control, all that restraint. Don’t you ever want to just... let go?”
I felt Caden tense beside me, his own awareness of the sudden shift in energy crackling through our tetrad bond. This wasn’t sparring anymore. This was something else entirely.
Atlas’s breathing became labored, his werewolf instincts clearly responding to Wild’s proximity to the fae magic that seemed to be calling to something primal within him. “This isn’t... we’re supposed to be training...”
“We are training,” Wild said, his lips curving into a wicked smile. “Just try to resist me. Fight me off Atlas. You’re so strong, it should be easy for you.”
Before Atlas could respond, Wild’s magic pulsed outward, a wave of pure desire that crashed through our tetrad bond like a tsunami. I gasped, nearly dropping my water bottle as the sensation hit me. Beside me, Caden made a choked sound, his magic flaring in response.
“Fuck,” Atlas breathed, his control visibly fraying as Wild’s power washed over him. His hands moved of their own accord,bracing against the wall on either side of Wild’s head, effectively pinning the fae in place.
“That’s more like it,” Wild whispered, his eyes now glowing with that inner light that marked his true fae nature emerging. “I can feel how much you want this, Atlas. How much you’ve been holding back.”
Through our bond, I could sense exactly what Wild was talking about. Atlas’s desire was like a living thing, coiled tight with restraint but growing stronger by the second. And it wasn’t just directed at Wild. I could feel threads of that same want reaching toward Caden and me, the tetrad bond amplifying and reflecting our growing arousal back and forth between us.
“Wild,” Atlas growled, his voice rougher now, more animal than human. “You don’t know what you’re doing.”
“Don’t I?” Wild challenged, pressing himself more firmly against the wall, which had the effect of pressing his body more completely against Atlas’s. “I can feel everything you’re feeling through the bond. All of us can.”
He was right. The tetrad connection was flooded with Atlas’s barely restrained hunger, with Wild’s deliberate provocation, with my desperate curiosity that had been eating away at my core for weeks.
“You said yourself that we should use our magic to bring our enemies to their knees.” Another pulse of magic washed through the bond and Atlas, to my great surprise, dropped to his knees. “Sometimes doing itliterallyif we can.”
Wild reached down, running his fingers over Atlas’s stubbly cheek. The werewolf growled in response, his eyes flaring gold. I felt the wave of pleasure and happiness through the bond. If Atlas had been transformed at that moment, his tail would’ve been wagging.
“And here you are, on your knees for me like a good puppy,” Wild grinned. “What do you want to do for me, pup?”
“A-Anything you ask,” Atlas replied, his resistance fading in an instant. “Everything. I… I want to worship you.”
Wild’s grin widened as he patted Atlas on the cheek. “Good boy.”
There was a brief moment where I felt Wild’s mind connect with mine. He was looking for something, though I wasn’t sure what. My thoughts were far too occupied with the idea of him and Atlas fucking and how hot that would be, how much I wanted to watch it. I didn’t understand why I wanted to see it, but I didn’t care. All I knew was that I wanted it to happen, almostneededit.
Then Wild did something I didn’t expect, but also wasn’t surprised about. He reached down, unzipped his pants, and pulled out his half hard cock, the thick head pressed against Atlas’s nose.
“Suck it,” Wild commanded. “Worship my cock like the good,obedientpuppy you are.”
Chapter 24
Wild
Iwasn’t really thinking when I cast the spell of desire over Atlas. I was just reacting, using whatever tricks I had to make sure that I won the fight. However, I was a bit surprised when he dropped to his knees on command, those gold eyes staring up at me full of lust and a sinfulneedto obey.
For a brief moment, I hesitated. This was Atlas, not Elias. The connection wasn’t as strong, but it feltnecessary, like this was something we’d been needing to do for a long time. I thought of Elias and what he might think of the entire situation. However, I could feel him through the bond, his eyes glued to Atlas on the floor and my tall fae form looming over him.
