Chapter 29
Twenty-Nine
Varian begins pounding into her even as most of her body goes lax. She came so hard she lost consciousness, and Varian thrusts his hips into her until he finishes and if I were to touch my dick right now I’d do the same.
I think if I were just allowed to touch her then that would set me off.
Varian’s head bows to touch hers as he pants. She looks like a goddess. Body flushed from her release and glistening. Eyes gently shut with her plush lips from all of Varian’s kisses slightly parted. And her body.
Unholy gods.
Beautiful doesn’t even encompass what she is, and she’s not even fully undressed yet.
I want to touch her.
I wonder if she would let me. I hadn’t done it in the woods.
Varian begins pulling out and I can feel heat coiling at the base of my spine. I’ve always preferred watching before anything else. Seeing them get off first.
He uses one of his large hands to keep her against the wall as he tucks himself away, not seeming to bother with cleaning himself up. I don’t blame him. I’d want her scent on me for the rest of my life in any way I could.
Leaving his pants unbuttoned, he finally pulls her from the wall and cradles her body against his. Picking her up bridal style before turning and heading towards one of his lounge chairs.
“Can you get a warm cloth?” he asks. Actually asks.
I smirk at him and his content expression with his relaxed body.
Instead of saying something about it, which from his frowning expression at me he knows I want to, I go to his bathroom and grab a cloth from his shelf.
Heading to the sink to run it over some warm water, I grab a dry cloth as well before heading back.
I contemplate asking if I can clean her up, but decide at the last minute to keep my mouth shut.
She hasn’t approached me or really spoken at all about anything to do with us. The way her eyes heated further when she realized I was watching her is one thing, but touching her – especially right now – I can’t take the chance.
Varian used the damp cloth to wipe through her folds, cleaning both her and his release before taking the dry one and then getting better situated in the chair with her in his lap.
My eyes can’t leave her. Even when Varian fixes her clothes and I’m only staring at her face. She’s the only thing on my mind. All day, every day.
Her being in my class and getting to be in her presence is the only reason I’ve begged the Mage Board to continue letting me teach. I should have left for whatever next mission they want me for already.
I can’t leave her though. I can’t bare not to be near her.
“Do you want to hold her?”
It takes me a moment to realize that Varian said something, and another to process what exactly he did say.
I jerk back from him and shake my head. “She doesn’t – “
“Are you going to keep up with that bullshit?”
I raise my brows at him because normally my best friend does not swear. He’s one of those that thinks using cuss words means you’re not intellectual enough to properly express yourself in a non-vulgar manner.
Prissy devil.
He huffs and rolls his eyes at me. “And you are a pussy cat demigod.”
He bores his eyes into me and I shift uncomfortably as I look back down at Mavyn’s face. So peaceful and content. She’s beautiful. More beautiful than when I first saw her months ago.
“Not asking for consent and safe words is your kink. I’ll wait for her to explicitly tell me if she wants me to touch her or not.”
You wouldn’t think it because of how meticulous and formal and coordinated the bastard usually is, but he likes his little brat. He likes chasing. He likes –
“I have class too soon for you to be thinking whatever the fuck you’re thinking about and actually do something about it.” He gives me a pointed look as our fated softly groans and shifts. “So stop.”
I swallow thickly and try hiding my smirk but I don’t quiet manage it.
Then her eyes finally flutter open and we’re greeted by blood and aura and my soul practically rips out of my body trying to get to her.
“How are you feeling?” Varian asks. She stays looking at me for three and a half more seconds before rolling her eyes back into her head and then stretching.
Her arms and legs extend as her back arches and Varian maneuvers himself so she stays in his lap and doesn’t end up on the floor. She groans and the sound goes straight to my dick as her tits push against her bra and her skirt rides up to show the sliver of skin between her stockings and panties.
She sighs softly as she curls back up in Varian’s lap. Her mouth opens like she’s about to say something but a ripple through her body makes it tense and Varian flinches hard. Pain trickles down our uncemented tie and it’s something I’ve never felt before.
“What the fuck is happening, Mavyn?” Varian grunts. The muscles in his neck protruding and his jaw is clenched so hard I’m sure he’s about to crack a molar.
She doesn’t say anything as she slowly moves out of Varian’s hold. Releasing him to stand and locking her legs to keep from falling. Then she slowly straightens her back and releases a long breath as her shoulder relax.
Both me and Varian are as still as the gargoyles around the school, waiting for her to say or do anything. Both of us teeming with energy about needing to help. To comfort. To eliminate whatever pain she had been feeling, but we’re both useless in this moment.
“Mavyn. . .” my best friend strains.
She begins buttoning her shirt as she clears her throat and then says too neutrally, “Feeling. . . good.”
Involuntarily, I step closer to her and growl, “Good? How the fuck did that feel good? You were in so much pain I, with an uncemented bond, could feel your pain.”
Her shoulders hunch forward and turns her head to give me a dry look. As if I’m being overdramatic. I glance at Varian to make sure I’m not crazy and he’s also glaring at our fated.
She straightens and then licks her lips as she turns to fully face me.
It makes my dick jump, especially when she hoods her eyes and strums invisible fingers along our bond.
“I just got railed so hard against a wall that I passed out which, believe it or not, was on my bucket list. Yes, that pain you felt was shocking but unsurprising for me. I’m sorry I did not have a strong enough hold on my internal walls to shield you from it.
But as far as right now, yes. I am feeling good. ”
“Why was the pain unsurprising?” She turns back to Varian and crosses her arms. He hardens his stare. “Don’t tell me it’s not my business, Mavyn.”
She blows out a breath and I’m sure rolls her eyes.
“Well, it’s not like the other three don’t already know,” she mutters, almost to herself.
Then louder, she says, “So basically that devil didn’t just curse me to burn in the sun but to burn whenever someone touches my scars.
Runic curse, such a bitch, but I’ve found there are times when you guys can touch me and it doesn’t burn. Not always though.”
Varian’s aura pulses as it floods the room and suffocates within these walls. His peppery smoked scent drowning Mavyn’s sweetness.
But mine. . .
The world goes deaf for a moment as the core of this world shakes. The beasts and creatures within my skin roil with a need to escape and devour.
She turns and peers at me through dark blood-colored eyes and even Varian pauses as he looks up at me.
Very rarely do I let any bit of hold I have go over my aura and magic.
I may not have a true form as the devils and angels do, but my mother is a goddess.
I have a drop of primordial blood flowing through me, and even though it is only a drop, that is the difference in magic between celestials and primordials.
That is the difference between finite and infinite.
I knew she had scars. I’ve already seen them in the woods, but even before that. When I would shift and sneak into her room at night. When I would turn myself into serpents and sleep around her neck, or small felines and curl around her body. They had never bothered me.
But I did not know they were cursed.
“Runic curses,” Varian whispers.
Something within me begins vibrating. A calming hum around my soul with an even frequency that immediately relaxes my body and aura.
“Yes,” she answers gently. Her body open and her aura drifting softly around her in laxing waves. “And it is not fair, but it’s something I’ve learned to accept.”
“You should not be comforting us, Bloodsucker.”
And now I know where that hum is coming from. She clucks her tongue and shakes her finger at Varian. “Stop it.”
It feels like peace within. A type of peace I’ve never felt before. The kind humans have when they’re getting to the end of their lifeline, sitting in some meadow with the person they’ve loved their whole life, watching as the sun rises beginning a new day.
I draw my eyes up and over her. A house big enough for all of us, with a garden and apothecary for her. A slow life, and then a soft ending.
I would not mind having a softer ending with her.
“And anyways,” she announces as she laces her fingers and stretches them up, “I’m allowed to comfort my broody fated.”
My soul jerks and she makes a noise in the back of her throat. Stepping closer to her, I look down and wait for her to meet my eye. I want a peaceful life with her. With my fated.
“Please look at me,” I murmur. Her eyes are pointedly staring at the wall to my left. Her arms coming down from stretching and her shoulder brushes my chest.
That hum around my soul strengthens in serenity and peace. Comforting me as she says, “I cannot show you my soul.”
“Why.”
I know Darian has seen it, but not because she has showed him. And Thorne has said he’s seen it, but if he truly had their bond would have been cemented as Varian and hers is. Except Varian has not seen it either.
And I know she did not rip it out.
“Because,” she breathes, and then she sighs as her eyes close and she bows her head. Shaking it, she says, “You do not know.”
Then tell us.
“But I will fix it,” she promises, and when she opens her eyes they’re no longer red. I brace for the feeling of her dying because I can always feel it, except this time it’s muted. That hum softening the blow. She finally looks up at me. “It’ll all be alright.”