Chapter Six
Terra
I hate the way my voice breaks, hate the way it sounds opposite of the pretty reflection staring down at me from the ceiling.
The woman above me seems like the type of gal who wouldn’t let a little lady-napping keep her from riding those perfect Wizard Daddy lips.
Me? I have all this human conditioning to conquer before I’m allowed to have any fun. “What’s going on?”
Vulf’s reverberating rumble winds around me, calming my nerves like magic. Fuck, it probably is magic. He sinks to the floor beside my legs.
“Yes, that is an interesting development.” Azuran paces the bed, his steps so light he might as well be a feather floating on the breeze. “You are a changeling.”
“A changeling? Like those babies swapped by the fae?”
“Exactly, my dear,” Azuran lies back on the opposite side of the bed, facing me. “You were never human to begin with.”
Never human to begin with.
I stare up at the woman on the ceiling, observing me with passive interest now. My hand drifts skyward, reaching for her, then drops to where antler meets skin.
“I’ve always had headaches. Awful migraines, really, sometimes I call in to work and stay in bed all day.”
“Your true self trying to break free.” Azuran’s voice is light and airy and full of wonder. “Begging to be seen.”
“We see you,” Vulf offers from my feet.
I snort and bolt upright. “Yeah, you’ve been seeing me for a while now, apparently.” Honestly, I’m more annoyed at how that knowledge turns me on than I am with their actions. “Spying on me!”
Vulf whimpers. Two wolfish ears sprout from his head, pointed back in the canine universal for shame. Aww. I instantly feel bad, even though I’m totally in the right.
I already knew I had an exhibitionist kink. Something the three of us clearly have in common.
“Well?” I demand.
“Well?” Azuran echoes, twisting to prop on one elbow.
“Did you like what you saw?”
Vulf’s wolf ears twitch. Azuran’s aurora eyes darken. The entire room seems to tilt on its axis.
“Immensely,” Azuran purrs.
His voice is like whiskey. Smooth yet rugged, and liable to make my clothes suddenly disappear. I squirm against the pressure building between my legs.
A thump and a whimper. Vulf is human-passing again.
Fur peeks from his neck and back. His mouth is pulled back in a snarl, the sweetness that was in his eyes gone in favor of something more predatory.
He’s the cutest little wolfboy I’ve ever seen, wolfish ears standing stalk-straight on the top of his head, heavy tail wagging against the floor.
“If you’re human-ing for me,” I gesture at his face and torso. “Don’t.”
There’s a wet spot growing on the lavender sheet wrapped around his waist, and I recall the way his cock glistened when I awoke to the sounds of a sloppy bj. Covered in a layer of icing, exactly the type of sweet treat I crave.
Growling commands my attention. In full werewolf glory, Vulf towers over me, surveying me like prey to be devoured.
I should be afraid.
Light fingers brush my cheek. Without thinking, I lean into them, allowing Azuran to tilt my chin his way. His touch is electric. The shiny surface of his skin dances with color, refracting like a prism in the rain.
“Immensely, little doe. You take cock like a goddess, all those pretty, willing holes, truly a queen among paupers. My wolf here could not keep his paws off me whenever you spread those lush thighs, and oh, what a pretty cunt.”
My face heats unbearably. Out of the corner of my eye, the fae woman watches me from the mirror.
At her feet lay a werewolf in all his furry glory, clutching the towel like he means to strangle the appendage hiding beneath.
Beside her, the wizened wizard of every girl’s dream.
The three of them look damn good together.
Vulf groans, the sound ending in a strained howl. “Azure, please. Look at her face! She’s terrified. Give her a moment of peace.”
I meet Azuran’s gaze in the mirror. His perfectly trimmed mustache quirks to one side in a snarky smirk that makes me eager to do reckless things, and I know he’s aware my blush isn’t caused by fear.
“All right, my love.” Azuran rolls onto his elbow and reaches for me, slowly, looping a lock of green hair around his finger. “I'll give you space for now, but hear this. You are perfect, and we've enjoyed every second of you.”
My mouth drops open, but no sound escapes.
“Soothe our little doe, Stormy. I’ll fetch us some drinks.” With that, Azuran breezes out the door with all the grace of a primordial Wizard Daddy.
Leaving me alone with a giant werewolf watching me like I’m a snack on legs. A timid snack with legs ready to bolt at one wrong move.
It’s glaringly obvious Vulf wants to touch me, but he doesn’t. He sits there, staring, clutching his impressive bulge, making that comforting rattle.
“What is that sound?” I blurt.
“Why? Does it…help?”
He evaded my question, but his hopeful expression makes me want to tell the truth. “Yeah, it does.”
Vulf’s tongue flops out between excited huffs. It’s so endearing, I have the urge to reach out and scratch below his ear. I catch myself before acting on it.
“Then you really are…” He trails off. His tail thumps the floor a few times. “It’s my purr. I’m glad it helps.”
Vulf lifts his knees and hooks his elbows around them, and it takes every ounce of my willpower not to pout over losing sight of his erection’s outline.
His purr winds around me like bondage rope. I need him closer. I bite my lip and pat the bed next to me.
His gaze flits between my eyes, my mouth, and the spot beside me.
I guess I win, because he’s on the bed beside me in the next blink, the sheet slipping down his hips for a luxurious glimpse at furry, sculpted buns.
Fur everywhere. Even the many ridges and planes of his chiseled abs, of which I count at least ten.
His arms and torso loosely resemble a man’s, but there’s no semblance of humanity in his face.
At the end of a long snout, his nose is at least the size of my palm. This motherfucker is huge.
“What…” I laugh and shake my head, but he catches my chin.
“What is it, little doe?”
I huff a humorless laugh. “You’re a werewolf. I’m a changeling. He’s a fucking god. What the fuck is going on?”
I might’ve mistaken Vulf’s smile for a snarl if I wasn’t staring directly into his mesmerizing eyes.
I was wrong before. Vulf isn’t devoid of humanity in this form.
Those deep, swirling pools of gray-blue, full of concern and empathy and, strangely, whatever emotion he’d worn when sharing a post-orgasm haze with his partner.
But that can’t be.
“Yes, I’m a wolf. And you” —he strokes my cheek with the velvety pad of his thumb— “are a miracle.”
My breath catches in my throat. “Why does it feel like I’ve known you for years?”
“I feel it too.”
Vulf’s purr envelopes me like one of those weighted blankets, humming from somewhere deep in my bloodstream. I press my ear against his chest—when had we closed the space between us?—and let it fill me.
“Terra.”
He says my name like it’s covered in sugar, and I look up, immediately swept away by the ocean in his eyes. I want to dive in and swim around for a while. Take off my clothes and skinny dip under the full moon.
His purr falters in favor of a deep, masculine moan when I reach out and scratch behind his ear. I bite my lip, and he gifts me with another, deeper moan.
If there’s one thing I love, it’s a nice, rumbly man moan.
My pussy clenches, and I swear his massive nostrils twitch. His head falls forward, hot breath teasing my shoulder. The lavender satin twitches in his lap.
“You smell so good. Perhaps you shouldn’t touch me, unless. . .”
I adjust, and he sits straighter. There’s a sheepishness in his expression that contradicts his beastly appearance. I know I’m walking a thin line, but mere minutes ago, I thought I was a literal sex demon. I choose to show myself some grace.
With a pointed look, I glance between him and the growing tent in the satin, trailing my fingertips down tantalizing ridge after ridge of his abdomen, hovering at the hem.
A massive tongue flicks up to lick his nose. He nods curtly.
I lift the hem and my heart trips, then tosses herself straight down a waterfall to splash in my pussy.
I’m no stranger to sex. I like kinky shit. I’ve experimented with toys that would make some people gasp. And sure, I saw it a few hours ago, but it was half-buried in another man’s mouth, and I was in shock.
This time, I’m fully aware, and it’s still a lot to comprehend, but what stumps me the most is the smell. Trying not to be weird, I take a deep breath in through my nose. My exhale trembles, my eyes flutter closed. So I hadn’t imagined it.
I peer at Vulf through my lashes. “Unless?”
He whimpers.
“Unless,” Azuran’s voice is full of mirth as he strides through the door, “you want a tall glass of the rarest seed in Eldrunna.”