Page 95 of Bound to Three Fae Beasts

“Don’t get jealous,” she groaned, then lightly clamped her teeth on my shoulder. The sting of pain sent bolts of pleasure right to my cock.

I pushed my fingers into her, pleased when I found her dripping, and scooped her arousal out, spreading it over my cock. Azriel rounded her back, watching me. When I lined my cock up with her entrance, she held her breath. I did, too, forcing myself to pause.

“Do you really want this?” I asked one last time. “Azriel? Look at me and tell me you want me. Even if I can’t give you anything in return.”

Azriel’s hazy eyes lifted to mine. She cupped my cheek with one hand, her swollen lips parting. “I want you, even if all we have is this one time.”

At those words, I couldn’t hold back any longer. I thrust my hips forward, desperately seeking her heat. Her pussy enveloped me, sucked me in. She was hot and soft and lovely. The pleasure burned through my body, erasing all thoughts in my head except how much I wanted her. I started thrusting immediately, chasing my pleasure.

Azriel writhed on the table, her hands all over my body. She cried out as she kissed me, bit me, licked me. We were two bodies crashing together over and over, the slick sounds of our sex filling the air. I kissed her neck. I sucked it, wanting her to bruise, to have the proof that she had said yes to me.

One of my hands found her breast as I fucked her, squeezing the soft globe. Her nipple was hard against my palm and I tweaked it between my fingers. Azriel responded by digging her hands into my hair. She yanked my head back and kissed my neck again, lowering her mouth to my chest. My hips stuttered when she scraped her teeth against my nipple.

“Gods,” I panted. I pushed her back so she was lying on the table and lifted her ass a little higher. Then I drove back into her, pistoning my hips at a steady pace. I reached up and massaged her breasts with one hand as she bent her back, her hair splaying over the table. With my free hand, I started to stroke her clit again.

The first shudders started. Her pussy fluttered around me. My breathing grew ragged and I slowed my pace, wanting to draw this out further. Azriel lifted herself onto her elbows and watched my cock disappear into her. Her flushed cheeks turned darker and a smile crossed her lips. When her brown eyes, dark with lust, lifted to mine, everything came undone.

My orgasm released, sending pleasure through me as my muscles turned to jelly. I started to stagger and Azriel reached out, grabbing me again. She pulled me up over her, the two of us crushed against the table as the shockwaves released over me. I buried my face in her breasts, breathless. Azriel’s pussy clamped down on me, pulsing as she cried out with her own orgasm.

We lay tangled like that until I regained enough strength to realize how uncomfortable it was, then picked her up. My length was soft inside of her, but I didn’t withdraw as I moved us both to the couch and settled there.

Azriel laid her head on my shoulder as I pulled her over me. Her legs tightened around my hips. One of her fingers traced patterns across my skin and I felt her smile against me.

“Guess I’m not too ugly after all,” I said, stroking her hair.

Azriel laughed. “I guess neither am I.”

“I’m sorry for saying that. I was only playing to the audience. I … I’ll probably keep saying things like that,” I admitted. “There’s only so much I can—”

“Shhh.” Azriel pressed a hand over my mouth. “There’s nothing to apologize for. We have right now. Let’s savor it while we can.”

***

Later, I drew up enough water for us to bathe and Azriel thanked me shyly. We cleaned ourselves up and left the Laurel room. Azriel looked much calmer, but she was quiet. I couldn’t read her face, and I didn’t know how to ask what she was thinking. It had felt so good in the moment, but now that it was over, I wasn’t sure where we stood with one another.

“Was that a mistake?” I asked her as we walked together. The corridors were mostly empty, as it was time for supper, but we occasionally passed other students, who gave us suspicious looks.

Azriel let out a soft laugh. “Well, it’s not the most reckless thing I’ve done this week. If it was a mistake, it’s one I enjoyed making, at least.”

“That’s good,” I murmured. I didn’t expect the rush of relief.

We hadn’t gone far before we ran into Gareth and Jasper. Gareth started to lift his hand in a wave, then stopped when he saw Azriel. Surprise widened his eyes, then they narrowed. He stormed forward and I sidestepped in front of Azriel automatically. For Gareth to show his displeasure, he must be furious.

Jasper, on the other hand, followed at a evener pace. I glanced at him warily, uncertain how he’d react.

“Looks like you’ve been having fun,” Gareth hissed. He glared at Azriel over my shoulder. “I warned you what I’d do if you hurt my friends.”

I shoved his chest. “She hasn’t hurt anyone.”

“That’s true,” Jasper added. “I—”

He cut off as a third-year student rounded the corner. The student was one of the unremarkable members of Court Thunderwood, and he bowed to Gareth. Sensing we were in the middle of a discussion, the student started away again, only for him to come to a stop. His eyes widened as his knees buckled. A scream ripped from his throat as the edges of his form wavered.

Gods! He was unbinding! I grabbed Azriel and stumbled back, but she slipped from my hand. The unbinding magic blasted from the student as a hollow shriek filled the corridor.

“Azriel!” I cried, horrified, as the magic slammed right into her chest. I knew what would happen next. The tether to her beast would disintegrate, and she would come apart just as the other student had.

She pressed herself to the wall, mouth open, but she showed no sign of pain. Instead, the magic started to absorb into her. All the air disappeared from around me. There was only one answer to this—she was a shape-thief.