Page 191 of Obsidian and Frost
“Yes, my hot little wolf,” he grunted, a moment before he guided Lazriel’s hand between Velra’s thighs, just enough room with the way I was holding her for him to access her there.
And then Lazriel was using his speed like before, making Velra scream into my chest and even bite down.
I hissed and as she clenched down around me and Sylas powered into her with renewed vigor, his rhythm now breaking as he lost himself, everything collided for me.
Velra convulsed and bucked between us, shrieking and cursing, then detonating all over me.
Ecstasy tore me in two, nearly ripping me apart at the seams, and I filled her.
Over and over and over, until she and the sheets were coated in it. Sylas as well.
“Motherfucker…ungh,”he choked, before tasting release, and spraying over her rear and her back.
“Holy hell,” Velra breathed, collapsing against me, utterly boneless.
I held her to me.
But within moments I wasn’t alone in that, the need from Lazriel and Sylas to be close immediately after all of that intensity made very clear to me, as they helped me ease the covers down then settle her between us in my bed.
And, as I sank into it with them, it felt absolutely wonderful.
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~Velra~
The perfect storm of highly amusing chaotic energy.
That was what was happening right now with my men.
They were immersed inRitual Ethics & Celestial Lawfaretaught by Cassius.
My bad—Professor Ashmoor.
It had been a couple of days since we’d all come together at his place, so it was right on the heels of that.
I’d already asked Lazriel and Sylas to tone it down around Cassius and not unnerve him in the middle of class. I knew they’d hold to it. Despite their playful teasing, neither of them wanted to make him uncomfortable.
Speaking ofuncomfortable,Lazriel had urged Sylas not to search for his father yet until he’d had words with his mom. He’d needed some time to get his head together, but now, tonight he was planning to track her via a mixture of his wolf senses and their blood connection, to finally end the silence and clear evasiveness. Sylas hadn’t been happy about having to wait, but Cassius had reminded him that the lock he’d obtained onRemnant—we’d discover his true name soon once all of this wasdragged out into the open—would be able to withstand a couple of days of not taking immediate action with tracking him.
My class that ran at the same time as theirs had been canceled because the professor, Keira Rae, had needed to attend a meeting up at the Guardian Compound. It wasHarmonic Discipline: Dark Fae Magic & Ethical Focus,a class that I shared with Kelsana Torl. Fortunately, that had actually worked out well because it gave us the perfect time to actually go to the fusion bar.
Although I was calming down with my survival instincts, even being able to leave my Watch of Warding behind in my dorm room when I went to classes or Cassius’ place—although I had it on today because I was headed to a new place I hadn’t ventured to before—I still had some rituals that I did. Like coming here way ahead of time today in order to scan the place and check that everything was fine and safe, and even to mentally map out the exits.
Vantiqe.
That was the name of the bar.
It was a calm and special place to relax and hang with friends, serving non-alcoholic specially crafted magical drinks as well as boasting some amazing pastries.
The exterior was a soft pastel sage with oversized frosted glass windows. A gold-accented sign with curling script hung above the door:Vantiqe.
Iron hanging planters with magical herbs decorated the front face of the place, giving a homely and serene feel.
Inside, there were plush chairs and booths in soft pastels like mauve, blush pink, baby blue, and cream. The magical stations were topped with white and cream marble, each brewing special concoctions. Fairy lights strung through the place beautifully. Murals of mythical creatures drinking tea, like unicorns and centaurs, hung on the walls.
It was a really striking and special place.
And I was excited that I was finally in a state to be able to come here.
