13. Vaelor
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
vaelor
Connor gets off the bed, wiping the slick off his face with a smug smile. I roll my eyes at him. He struts across the room, uncaring of his nudity and hard dick leading the way, going to the small kitchenette in the corner and pulling a bottle of water out of the minibar.
He comes back, twisting the cap off and pressing the bottle to Felicity’s lips, urging, “Drink, Starling. You’re gonna need it.”
She sips delicately at the cool water, her eyes still heavy with arousal. It’s only a matter of time before her heat grips her again.
We weren’t sure if the Mireveil would have an effect on her—not as a human—and even now, I’m not certain if it’s the draught or the fact that her body finally recognizes us as her mates. But I’ll press our advantage while she’s cognizant enough to understand exactly what’s happening here.
Once the heat kicks back in, oral won’t be enough to satisfy her. Not when her body will be craving her mates—our seed and our mark. Her human mind might not have caught up yet, but the rest of her knows what she needs, and exactly who she’s destined for.
She pushes the water away, and Connor sets it on the bedside table for later, taking a seat next to her hip. The silence is weighty, and I wait for it.
“You have a rune,” her voice is rough, but the words are what have my brows lifting, not having expected them. She’s focused on Connor, looking at my mark on his pec. He touches it, eyes flicking to me.
“I do,” he agrees, tipping his head toward me. “He has the creepy eyes. I got this.”
“The soul-bind,” Felicity murmurs. I press my mouth to her hair, not saying a word as she works through it all. It only takes a minute, and she’s swallowing thickly. “Mates.”
I trail my fingers over her arm, the starkness of my runes standing out, lips twitching when she shivers in response. Her legs shift restlessly, and Connor leans forward, glowing green eyes fixed on her with a visceral hunger.
The soul-bind between me and Connor has never been something we feel, but more of an abstract concept that we just happen to live with.
There could be adverse reactions if we spend too much time apart—something his family discovered early on when they tried to keep us separated.
But for the most part, it doesn’t impact us. Not really.
But right now, as Felicity stares back at Connor, I feel the force of his bond—his lust, the ferocity of his wolf, his hunger—in my chest.
“Con!” I snap, my voice a crack of sound. “Reel it in!”
He doesn’t look at me, his teeth elongating past his lips and leaving a smear of blood over his mouth. “Can’t,” he tells me helplessly, his dick twitching against his abdomen, leaving a smear of pre-cum on his toned stomach.
Felicity shivers against my side, and I know we’re running out of time. I grip her jaw and forcibly angle her head to me, our eyes locking. “Do you understand what’s happening now?”
There’s a stubborn gleam to her stare, like she might fight against me even now. But then her lashes lower. “Yes.”
“Give me the words, Princess,” I order roughly, aware of the rumble escaping Connor’s chest.
“We’re mates,” she mutters.
“Fated,” I agree. “Do you know what we did tonight?”
Her lip curls into a scowl, and I bite back a smile, knowing it’ll just piss her off. “You drugged me,” she whispers. “Why?”
I inhale through my nose, looking at Connor. “We were running out of time.” I bend down, pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth. Felicity doesn’t kiss me back, but she doesn’t pull away either. “You know what’s going to happen now?”
Fear flashes through her expression, but she locks it down. “Yes.”
Connor edges closer, gripping the back of her neck and forcing her mouth to his.
The kiss is long and deep, the wet sounds of their tongues filling the air.
She’s panting when he finally pulls back, and I can practically taste her arousal on my tongue.
I fist the base of my cock, jacking myself slowly, trying to edge back the swell of pleasure.
Not yet.
“Starling,” Connor murmurs, his tongue flicking out over his bottom lip, a flush crawling into his cheekbones. “This is your last chance to run.”
Defiance crawls into her eyes, her brows arched high in disbelief. “You’re gonna let me run?”
He cocks his head, the movement more wolf than human. “Sure,” he says easily. “But I didn’t say I wouldn’t chase you.” Connor snaps his teeth together playfully.
She opens her mouth—probably to say something snarky—but then her back arches with a low sound of want. I press my hand to her abdomen, feeling the taut muscles and the way her temperature rapidly rises.
“Heat,” I mutter. “It’s kicking back in.”
Connor presses closer, and she wraps an arm around him, the other reaching for me, clawing at my arm to drag me closer.
“Stop resisting, Vaelor,” Connor says, his voice muffled as he buries his mouth against her neck. “You know one orgasm isn’t enough. Especially when she isn’t filled with cum.”
“Hurts,” Felicity mumbles, eyes glazing over, her mouth twitching down. Connor leans back, looking at her and then at me.
“The mating bond,” he realizes. “It knows that she needs both of us.”
My cock pulses within my grip, every breath filling my lungs with the scent of her slick as her body ripens, preparing to take Connor’s knot.
A pairing like ours—a warlock, a shifter, and a human—hasn’t ever been documented. Not when a warlock would usually walk away from a dying shifter. But none of that matters to the bond that links us together.
“Starling,” he calls out. She turns to him, her throat working, tongue flicking out over her lips. Felicity’s skin is searing where her body touches mine, and I stroke my power over her. She groans, back arching up into the touch, like the sensation both pains her and fills her with relief at once.
“Help,” she whispers. “I need more. So empty.”
“We’re here, Starling,” Connor says, the words almost lost under the rumble of the wolf in his voice. His knees bump into the edge of the bed as he comes closer, his hands shaking as he reaches out to her, trailing a hand along her bare shoulder. She shudders at the touch, a breathy moan escaping.
“Hot,” she moans. “Too hot.”
He shakes his head, lying down on his side, pulling her into him so they’re chest to chest. His hand disappears between their bodies, but I can imagine what he’s doing—pressing his erection in between her thighs, sliding it against the wetness of her sex, coating himself in her.
I curl around her back, cupping her breasts, pinching her nipples. “You’re okay,” I whisper, nipping her earlobe. “Stop fighting the pull of your heat.” I roll my hips, pressing my cock against the cleft of her ass.
Felicity is surrounded on all sides, and she relaxes into our hold, even as she denies it. “Humans don’t get heats.”
“You do, Princess.” She makes a noise of protest, and I let out a throaty chuckle.
“Yes, because you’re ours, aren’t you?” She turns her head, blue eyes locking with mine.
I slide a hand over her jaw and into her hair, winding the long, dark strands around my fist. “You already know it,” I say arrogantly.
“You’ve been running from it, but that ends tonight. ”
“You did this to me,” she accuses, fear and anger chasing away the lust in her eyes. Connor hears it, pulling back with a scowl.
“I did.” My easy agreement throws her.
“Wh—”
“Enough,” I cut her off harshly. “Connor is about to lose control, and you don’t want that to happen.”
The anger fades away into fear. “Why?”
I smile, but it’s not a nice expression.
“Because he’d hurt you,” I say lowly. “And you wouldn’t want to put him through the guilt of that, would you?
He’s been waiting for you for so long.” The green in Connor’s eyes flashes bright, but I keep going, “And he was waiting, you know. Neither of us touched another soul after the moment we met you, Princess. But you let others touch you, didn’t you? ”
Awareness widens her eyes. “Dizzy.”
An ominous growl fills the room. “Don’t say her fuckin’ name.”