Zane pushed my panties aside and stroked me, swiping arousal and sucking it from his finger. He groaned and sucked harder as I watched.
“Fuck, I’m so juiced up right now I can barely contain it.”
“Magic?” It sounded kind of dangerous.
“Magic and cum,” he clarified, squeezing his shaft through his pants. “I need to fuck you, pet.”
My bear rumbled loudly, and the arm around my waist tightened possessively. I stroked it, and he settled again.
“You can fuck her, incubus, but be gentle. She’s still inexperienced.”
“Oh, care bear, I know exactly what our little witch pet needs. I can read every filthy thought in her sweet head.”
I almost choked on my saliva. “Um, you can?” That was concerning.
“She wants us to fuck her together,” he told Maverick before shooting me a lecherous grin. “I’m an incubus, baby, and your mental shields are down.”
Oh. It hadn’t occurred to me my thoughts were blasting around the room, uncensored and utterly depraved. Maverick couldn’t read my thoughts, only my emotions. Zane, however, had magic, which meant he had access to my head when I let my guard down.
Stars. I was so fucked.
Apparently, Zane had had enough of talking because he buried his face between my spread thighs and went to town on my pussy. His tongue hit all the right places, sending pleasure rocketing through my system like shooting stars.
Magic burst from me. Flaming violet embers licked across my exposed skin like pretty sparkles. The fire in the grate roared higher, just like it had when Rasmus touched me in our shared dream.
I didn’t understand the connection between my magic and pleasure, but as Zane fucked me with his tongue, I lost all of my critical reasoning skills. Maverick pinched and rolled my nipples. When he bitdown on my neck at the same time as Zane sucked my clit, I exploded into a realm-shattering orgasm.
The room vanished into inky blackness, lit only by swirling violet embers.
I heard a voice calling me. The male sounded broken and lost.
Rasmus.“My mate.”
As the pleasure shocks faded, I tried to reach for him through the thick, oppressive shadows, but I couldn’t find him. He’d gone. Whatever magical tether had just connected us had broken once again.
When I came back to myself, Zane’s hands cupped my face, his expression serious for once.
“You left us. Where did you go, pet?”
“I’m not sure,” I admitted. “You made me… um, come… then my mind flipped a switch, and I connected with the vampire. He called me his mate.” A violent shiver racked my body at the memory of the endless black shadows around us both, obliterating my feel-good mood. “I don’t think he has much time. I need to find him!” Hot tears slid down my cheeks. The thought of never seeing the vampire again broke something in me. He was a part of this. A part of me.
Each of the males gifted to me by the goddess represented a vital piece of a bigger puzzle. I wasn’t sure how I knew this, but I did.
Time was running out. If I didn’t locate the vampire soon, he might not survive.
50
Alaric
Raven’s inky black hair flashed into view as she crossed the food hall with her friend, whose name I couldn’t remember. I didn’t give a shit about witches from the lower-tier families who hadn’t lived my miserable fucking life of privilege. None of them had a clue about the shit I’d endured as the son of the Mage Council leader.
I tracked the violet-eyed witch’s path, noting how all the other witches and mages shunned her. Since the news of her soul-bond with the bear shifter spread across campus, the magical community had split into two camps.
The first group despised her for bonding with a non-mage or witch. And the second, much smaller and far less vocal group, loved her for embracing magical inclusiveness.
It was all bullshit, no matter what my father liked to preach. Soul-bonds were a gift from the goddess. Who were we to say a witch shouldn’t mate with a shifter, an incubus, or a merman, for that matter?
I caught a flash of blue as the elusive merprince appeared on my left. He rarely visited the food hall. I had no clue what he ate, but at a guess, he had fresh fish delivered daily. The school offered a service for magicals who relied on non-standard food or beverage items.
