All too quickly, he pulls his mouth from mine, aware that there is an audience in Rion and Ocean, and I sigh.
“What am I going to do with the three of you in one day?” I breathe under my breath as I shake my head, and Kael stiffens beneath me.
“Three?” he repeats, and I blush.
“Thorne, too, Brother,” Rion states, and Kael’s eyes widen in surprise.
“Thorne?” he asks, his gaze boring deep into mine, and I nod. “Holy fuck,” he blurts before he leans in close, pressing his forehead against mine as he whispers. “Have you fucked them both today already?”
My instincts are to shy away from the question, but instead, I lean in close, pressing my lips against his ear as I reply. “No, just the shadow fae, but if Ocean hadn't interrupted earlier, I may have had a different answer,” I admit, and his fingers dig into my hips.
“You're telling me that your pussy has already been stretched ready for me?” he rasps, and I nod, hiding my face in the crook of his neck as he addresses the other two in the room. “Give us a minute, and shut the door behind you.”
“Fuck no! I'm not leaving her here with you right now,” Rion retorts with a scoff, and Kael grows more frustrated.
“Ocean’s magic works, man. I’m sure. Just give me a minute.”
Understanding must wash over Rion, over Kael’s intention, and he snickers. “Only a minute, huh? I’m going to have to help you up your stamina,” he muses. “Come on, Ocean, let the boy have his two pumps and run fun,” he cackles before the door slams shut, followed swiftly by the sound of retreating footsteps disappearing in the distance.
“He's not wrong, you know,” he breathes, ghosting his lips over my throat.
“About what?”
“I’m probably about two pumps away from exploding. I’ve been craving you so much.”
I shiver as I smile. “Is that so?” I ask, and he nods.
“That pussy is mine, Elodie Blackwood, but right now I understand exactly where our focus and attention need to be, and that's not on me and my cock getting precisely what we want, or you and that sweet little pussy rippling with euphoria.” I almost pout even though I agree with him. “It'll come.Youwill come,” he insists, slamming his mouth to mine. “But right now, Thorne needs us, and I vowed to serve you in every way. So let's work on your mind and heart first, since I can practically feel your worry inside my soul, and then I'll make sure to appease your body.”
Heat vibrates through me, the different kind in comparison to the moment I had with Thorne earlier, but it's enough to leave my legs weak once again.
Standing takes a moment, but once I’m stable, I offer my hand out to him, letting him place his palm against mine this time.
“Are you ready to leave these four walls?” I ask, and he nods.
“I’m ready for it all.”
31
THORNE
The room I'm trapped in isn't big enough for me to lie down. Not that they give me the luxury of that. Instead, the bindings that bound my wrists together remain around my skin, but instead of connecting with each other behind my back, they hang above my head, connected to chains linked to the corners of the room.
I'm powerless.
Whatever's in these bindings undermines my abilities, giving them an advantage over me.
Time ticks by like a never-ending vortex.
I haven't seen anybody since I was dragged in here. For sure, the summons is worthy of the crime, but I don't regret it. He’s not the first person I've killed, and I’m sure he won’t be the last, not on this campus.
This, however, is the first time I'm being treated to such conditions. Usually, I’m taken to a room and held for a few hours, but I’ve never had my magic muted before, or the exasperating chains above my head.
Not only do the bindings around my wrists take away my connection to my magic, but they also drain me. Exhaustion clings to every fiber of my being as my shoulders slump and myarms ache. Numbness claimed me hours ago, and the desire to fall asleep is stronger than ever.
I try my hardest to refrain, determined to stay alert, but as every second ticks by, I find it more and more difficult. My eyelids grow drowsy, and my mind quiets. When I can no longer refrain, I'm drenched in darkness.
Sometimes I wonder if I ever truly sleep and gain rest. I simply move from one land to another—one conscious state to another. The transition never takes long before I find myself in familiar territory. The dry, bleak lands of my homeland surround me, stealing my breath as they do every time.
