Chapter Five
Terra
D reams of pastures speckled with colorful weeds and foreign flowers fill my dreams until a howl pierces the facade, sending panes of false glass shattering behind my eyelids.
Startled awake, I’m shocked to find myself in the same surreal situation I’d fallen asleep to—although this time with more cum.
Not a dream. The ethereal Wizard Daddy is real, and he has a mouth full of werewolf cock, cum dripping down his chin.
There’s a sweet aroma to the air that, somehow, I know came from the sheen of slickness coating the werewolf’s bright red cock.
And at its base lies something that makes my pussy clench.
He has a fucking knot. I’d recognize it anywhere, although I’ve only read about them in romance novels.
The fae makes a series of distinct swallowing sounds accompanied by moans. A literal werewolf bleats as his backup singer, like he’s trying to be quiet. My pussy weeps and clenches like a hussy by the time the fae finishes swallowing the wolf’s load.
“Good morning, little fawn.” Pearlescent cum shines through a line of impeccably straight teeth. “Glad you’re awake.”
He swallows the mouthful, but some dribbles past his lips, down his chin. I watch as it traces his perfectly sculpted jaw and have to squeeze my fist to refrain from reaching out. Does the wolf’s cum taste as sweet as it smells?
“You’re awake!” cries the wolf, a flash of panic sweeping through the storms in his eyes.
I should move. I should jump out of their reach and bolt toward the mirror. Will it let me back through? I hadn’t even thought to try.
“Why does it feel like I know you guys? Have we. . .” Oh, fuck! Horror prickles all the hair on my body. Surely I wouldn’t forget an encounter with a mustache like that.
“Eager as we are for you to get to know us, we’ve never met before.” Wizard Daddy extracts himself from the wolf’s legs, thoughtfully covering his companion with a sheet before reaching a hand towards me.
“Who are you?” I accept his help from the bed while awkwardly clutching my bare cootchie. The moment my bare feet meet the cool marble floor, he slips a black velvet robe over my shoulders. The draping butterfly sleeves are lined with soft black feathers that slip silkily between my fingers.
“I am Azuran. The sweet-smelling puppy is Flintvulf.”
“Vulf,” chimes the werewolf. I can practically see the hearts in his eyes when he looks at the shiny fae. They don’t seem to fade even a fraction when he drags his puppy-dog gaze to me. “What shall we call you, little doe?”
“Terra.”
“You’re safe with us, Terra.” A low, grumbly sound emits from Vulf, like a masculine purr. It’s nice. So nice.
Safe. They claim I’m safe, but are they safe from me? “Mirror,” I say, fighting to keep fear out of my voice. “Where’s a mirror?”
“You wish to leave already?” Vulf pouts, sitting up and slinging the sheet around his hips.
“Hush now.” Azuran scratches the wolf’s ear on his way to an armoire across the room.
Azuran gathers the heavy ivory curtain that spans the nearest wall. I squeeze my eyes shut to the sound of the curtain opening, then force myself to face the terrifying sight.
“See? Not horns. You are far from demonic, little one.” Without touching them, Azuran traces the air around my antlers with a wistful smile. “You’re much rarer.”
“Antlers,” I breathe.
“Precisely.”
I suppose he’d already told me, but seeing proof is a relief. Sure, it’s still not human, but at least I’m not the damned soul everyone thought me to be.
“Demons aren’t so bad,” Vulf interjects. “But you’re not one of them.”
“They’re real?” My gaze finds his in the mirror. “What are you, anyway? Either of you? Fuck!” Refocusing, I tilt my head this way and that while feeling my tender scalp around the antlers. “What am I?”
“Come.” A gentle hand accompanies Azuran’s smooth voice, and anxiety has me leaning into his touch like some kind of shameless antlered ho.
Azuran leads me out the door, Vulf trailing behind.
Two crystal pillars open into an archway and frame the ceiling of a short, tunnel-like hallway.
Unlike the bedroom, this floor is covered in soft, airy fabric, though I wouldn’t call it carpet.
If I were to imagine walking on a cloud, it would feel like this hallway.
The walls are covered in frost, each flake catching and refracting the light emanating from my ethereal host, drenching us in aurora lights.
I clutch the fancy robe tighter around my body.
Azuran pauses, one hand on the faceted crystal knob of an onyx door. He glances at me, then over my shoulder, the hint of a smirk hidden in his smooth complexion.
“You’ll see all angles in here.”
A shiver tickles my spine.
The door opens, revealing a bedroom to put all other bedrooms to shame.
“Two bedrooms?” I exclaim.
“Fourteen,” corrects a low, gravelly voice, so close to my ear it sends yet another shiver down my spine.
Vulf seems to smell the arousal his voice caused, because he growls and licks his lips. I glance back to see him in full human form. Why did he change? For me? I hope not. He is a beautiful specimen of man, sure, but give me the wolf, baby.
“Four.” Azuran’s voice makes me jump. He chuckles and, noticing my confusion, adds, “My mansion has four bedrooms.”
With a wave of his hand, the room is illuminated.
Frostflakes melt to reveal mirrors lining the walls, which form an octagon around a modestly sized suite drenched in blood red decor.
A wide, circular chaise is pushed up against one corner, big enough to host a cuddle puddle of five or six people.
Centered in the eight-point room is a bed with grand onyx pillars that soar up to a solid mirror ceiling.
I snort and round on my naughty hosts with an accusing wag of my finger. “I know exactly what you do in this room.”
“You do?” A whine slips through Vulf’s sharp canine teeth, his human form nowhere to be seen. He looks more wolf than werewolf with his tail tucked between his legs, two gray storm clouds peering into my soul. “You aren’t angry? Does it make you want to leave even more?”
“What?”
The vibes are way off. I glance between the two men. Azuran’s colorful eyes host the barest hint of chagrin, but Vulf is downright guilty, like those videos of dogs after they eat a whole plate of cookies.
“He assumes you meant you know we’ve been watching your little parties, and wishes to know if that would scare you away.”
My jaw unhinges from my face and scurries across the floor. I flick my shocked gaze toward the room in question, but what I see stops me short.
From the wall of mirrors, a disheveled woman from the fucking forest of Narnia or some shit stares at me.
She has my rich tawny skin and my tattoos.
But golden lines run along her skin like veins on a leaf.
Vbrant green hair tangles around long, spindly antlers that reach for their reflection on the ceiling.
“May I?”
Azuran’s suave voice jerks a tear from my eye, and I sniffle it away with a nod.
I watch the mirror with rapt attention as his fingertips hover over the antlers.
I swear the air between his skin and the bone vibrates with energy.
When he finally lowers his fingers, the first touch zaps lightning through my goddamn crown chakra, straight to the sexy one in my pelvis.
I crumple, headed for the floor, only to be caught on both sides by slabs of muscle.
The furry wall of muscle to my back makes that lovely sound that reminds me of the music I use to fall asleep after a long day.
Thunderstorms and rainfall and a general sense of calm.
I lean into it, pleased to find that Vulf’s chest vibrates with the sound.
I turn my head and nuzzle his fuzzy yet solid-as-granite pec.
“You’re like a bed.” I inhale, and the scent of raw masculine sex mixed with the sweet aftermath of a storm sends rainbows soaring past my closed eyelids. My fingers flex around Azuran’s smooth crystalline skin, and I curl deeper into Vulf’s fur, but my antlers get caught on something.
I grumble. The moment shatters. Pushing through the barricade of monsters, I briefly consider how dirty the sheets are before flopping onto the bed.
Azuran seems the cleanly type; besides, I’ve probably taken more loads than any one bed before, and a piece of me is strongly considering slurping down a few more by the end of the night. Day. Whatever it is.
But still, I want to know… “What am I?”