Page 89 of Faeheart
Wild laughed, wincing slightly as his ribs protested. “Are you kidding? It’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”
The raw honesty in his voice made my heart ache with love. Through our bond, I felt the same emotion echoed back from all three of them, pure, unfiltered affection that made the prospect of exile seem almost bearable if we faced it together.
“So that’s it?” I asked Professor Blackwood. “We go back to the mansion and wait until the Council needs us to fight?”
She hesitated, glancing toward the door before leaning closer. “Not necessarily. The Council’s decision is... flexible, for those who know how to navigate it.”
“What do you mean?” Atlas asked, his golden eyes narrowing.
“I mean,” she continued in a near whisper, “that while you must officially reside at the mansion, there are ways to... move about discreetly. Ways that Lydia perfected during her time there.”
Wild sat up straighter, wincing again. “Secret passages? Portals?”
“Something like that,” Professor Blackwood nodded. “The mansion exists in multiple places simultaneously. It’s anchored in the Veil, yes, but it also has... doorways. Lydia designed it that way, to maintain her research connections while pretending to be nothing more than the matriarch of the Thorne family.”
Hope flickered through our bond like wildfire. “So we could still visit our friends?” Caden asked. “Still have some semblance of normal lives?”
“With caution, yes,” she confirmed. “The Council doesn’t need to know everything about how you spend your time, so long as you fulfill your obligations when called upon.”
I squeezed Wild’s hand, feeling his excitement building through our connection. “And our education?” I asked. “We still have so much to learn.”
Professor Blackwood smiled, looking more like herself than she had since entering the room. “I believe certain faculty members could be persuaded to continue your training... unofficially, of course.”
“You’d do that for us?” Caden asked.
“It’s what Lydia would have wanted,” she replied simply. “And frankly, it’s what you deserve after what you’ve been through.”
“When do we meet with the Council?” I asked, feeling the agreement from the other three through our bond.
“Tomorrow morning,” she nodded. “After that, you’ll pack your things and move to the mansion permanently.”
I turned to Wild, reaching out and lacing my fingers through his. “As long as we’re together, that’s all I care about.” My gaze was fixed on those mischievous green eyes of his. “All I want is to be with my family. Mychosenfamily.”
Epilogue: Wild
Nothing mattered in the entire world except for the heavy, thick cock resting on my tongue.
I moaned around Elias’s length, the vibrations making him shudder above me. His fingers tangled in my hair, not forcing but guiding as I took him deeper. The taste of him, salt and musk and something wonderfully magical, flooded my senses.
“Fuck,” he breathed, his voice rough with desire. “You look so beautiful like this, Wild.”
Behind me, I felt Caden’s hands on my hips, his cock pressing against my entrance. He’d already prepared me with his fingers and tongue until I was trembling with need. He pushed forward slowly, stretching me open with delicious pressure that sent shivers streaking through my entire body.
“Fuck,” Atlas groaned from beside us, his hand working his own shaft as he watched. “You look incredible taking them both at the same time.”
I whimpered around Elias as Caden filled me completely, the dual sensations overwhelming. Every nerve ending sparked with pleasure as they found their rhythm. Elias’s cock slid deeper into my throat while Caden thrust into me from behind. I’d never felt anything so wonderful in my entire life.
The atrium around us was alive with magic, vines and flowers blooming in response to our passion. Moonlight filtered through the freshly enchanted ceiling, casting silver patterns across our entwined bodies.
“My turn,” Atlas said, his voice thick with want. Caden pulled out reluctantly, and I felt the loss immediately before Atlas took his place, his cock even thicker, stretching me in new ways.
The musky scent of arousal filled my nostrils as I eagerly looked up at the ebony-haired god towering above me. His intense blue eyes, like the depths of a raging sea, bore into mine, his desire for me palpable. He gripped my hair roughly, angling his cock so that the thick vein rubbed against my most sensitive spot. My cock, hard and aching in anticipation, throbbed between my legs as I took him deeper into my mouth. I moaned around his girth, feeling myself salivate with wanton need.
“Oh fuck, Wild,” my mate groaned above me, his normally composed demeanor unraveling before my very eyes. “You’re driving me insane.” His hips began to rock in shallow thrusts, fucking my mouth with slow, deliberate strokes. His hand left my hair and trailed down my back, fingers digging deliciously into my skin.
The pleasure coursing through me was almost too much to bear. I wanted him inside of me too, wanted to feel his thick length stretching me open as he claimed every inch of me. I whimpered around his cock, silently begging for more. Elias growled low in his throat, giving a knowing look to Atlas, who’d been feeling everything through the bond as well.
“Don’t worry, baby,” Atlas growled, fucking me harder. “By the end of this, you’ll have three loads leaking out of that gorgeous ass of yours.”
