Chapter 26
Twenty-Six
Avery
The first stroke of his tongue had her almost collapsing forward. It wasn’t gentle. The barbs dragged over her clit, rough, wet, and so fucking good. Her entire body locked up. She couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think.
And just when she thought it couldn’t get any better, he groaned like a man starved, and she was his final meal. She would die just from the noise alone.
A shifter on his knees for her, enjoying this maybe even more than she was. A muttered curse was all she could manage to get out.
And then, he sucked. A fervor spread through her veins as he ravaged her, his rough tongue working over her sensitive bundle of nerves.
Her fingers dug into the armrest, which creaked under the contact.
He didn’t stop. She might have been embarrassed if she could form a coherent thought, but all she felt was white-hot pleasure coursing through her.
Every second, the coil within her tightened, ready to release.
But Felix wasn’t done. A purr vibrated through his body and went straight to her clit.
Her world narrowed down to the sweet pressure building between her legs.
She tried to say something, anything, mostly don’t fucking stop.
Instead, it came out as garbled blabbering as her eyes rolled back into her head.
Her hips bucked, but he didn’t stop purring. His hand pressed down on her stomach, pinning her to the chair. She was trapped under him, spread open, completely at his mercy, and good fucking goddess, she wanted more.
Like he could hear her pleas, she felt a claw push its way inside of her, stretching her tight pussy. There was no sharp edge, nothing painful about it. Her body clenched around it, trying to pull it deeper, and he made a sound against her that was somewhere between a laugh and a growl.
“You want to fuck my claw, Avery? Say please.” His voice was animalistic.
Any fight had already left her and fluttered out the goddamn window. She didn’t care. “Please.”
It was enough for him. He started to move. Thrusting deep with a remorseless rhythm. Her moans became louder, and her hand moved without thinking. Reaching down, she slid her fingers into his soft black locks, needing something to anchor her before she flew out the window too.
He went still.
For a second, she thought she had done something wrong. But then, her fingers brushed the base of his cat ear, just barely touching the dark fur. He shuddered. Actually shuddered, a full body tremor that she felt between her legs.
Oh.
Her fingers moved higher, tracing the edge of it.
Even just the slightest touch had his hips jerking forward.
She did it again. Rubbed the soft inside of his ear with her thumb, and his whole body went rigid.
Hot breath ghosted over her soaked skin as he panted and trembled, this powerful, dangerous shifter falling apart beneath her, because she had touched him.
He pumped his claw into her faster, his tongue merciless in its pursuit of her climax.
She climbed higher and higher. Until it was almost too much, his mouth, his claw, the thought that she alone could make him unravel.
Her legs shook, walls clamping around his thick claw that curled inside, which hit just the right spot.
She tumbled over the edge and shattered.
Stars scattered around her vision as wave after wave of delirious pleasure coursed through her.
Her teeth sank into her lip, biting it so hard that blood filled her mouth.
When she opened her eyes, her dorm had disappeared. In its place was a room of shadow. The walls moved, shadows curving and twining their way around each other.
“What are you doing?” Avery whispered.
“It’s not me that’s controlling them, little witch.”
Her throat tightened as she sat up against the chair. The shadows responded in kind, pressing in toward them the more anxious she got.
“What the fuck is happening?” she asked Felix, her eyes darting across the room.
“Eyes on me.” His deep voice was a slight reprieve against the rising wave of panic, but still not enough. Avery’s breathing picked up, nails digging into the chair as the wave threatened to drag her under and drown her.
A gentle touch on her chin brought her gaze back to him. The corners of his mouth lifted. “You’re okay, little witch, I have you.”
Somehow, even though her mind hadn’t caught up just yet, the words were enough for her body to loosen. Finger by finger and limb by limb, the fire that had overtaken her quietened to just a simmer.
“Good girl,” he said.
And just like that, something different entirely surged through her. A blush crept over her face, and Felix licked one of his fangs.
“Will I shoot out shadows every time I have an orgasm?”
Felix chuckled. “Only if I make you cum so hard that you bleed.”
“I didn’t mean to.” She watched them out of the corner of her eye as the shadows still moved, restless things that seemed far too alive. “How do I stop?”
“Why would you want to stop?” Felix said, positioning himself between her legs so that his face was level with hers. Goddess, he was beautiful. His eyes were a sea of emotions, ones she so desperately wanted to be privy to.
“It’s your magic now, too,” he said quietly. “I can teach you how to use what you’re taking from me.”
“My teachers said—,”
“Your teachers,” he spat, “don’t know shit about real magic.”
Her pulse kicked up. “You want to teach me?”
“I want…” His thumb brushed across her lower lip, smearing the blood. He almost seemed like he stopped himself from saying what she so desperately wanted him to say. “I want you to be able to protect yourself.”
A curling disappointment unraveled in her chest.
Felix cocked his head, almost like he could feel it too. “And maybe,” he started, “I want to see what you can do with it. For science, of course.”
A smile spread across her lips. “Of course.”
“Close your eyes,” he said walking to the couch, his voice dropping into something dark that sent warmth pooling low within her. “Find the bond.”
Avery closed her eyes, searching for where the magic welled inside of her, the thread that connected her to Felix. Blood pulsed through her veins, like it was imbuing her with its power. “I can feel it.”
“Good, now imagine the shadows are like extensions of your body.”
Listening to the soothing sound of his voice, she did as he asked. Shadows materialized, worming tendrils pooling from a black void on the floor. They danced around her ankles, slithering and curling their way up her leg, leaving a warm tickling feeling in their wake.
She was no longer frightened of them. Instead, she giggled at the feel of them caressing her.
She imagined them climbing higher up her thigh, and they followed suit.
They really were listening to her. Did shadows count as elemental magic?
It didn’t matter; it was her magic now. Witches didn’t usually have elemental magic; controlling shadows would instantly shoot her to a top spot in the school.
The only other elemental magic user she knew of at the school was Wren.
She didn’t care about any of that anymore.
Not grades. Not her future. How could she when she was bonded to a shifter, and a goddess was making her solve riddles?
Something was changing. And it wasn’t just herself.
Felix’s breathing got heavier from across the room. Slowly, she opened her eyes to meet his, and she was surprised to see a burning ache that mirrored her own. Her heartbeat rose with the throb between her thighs, as his shadows kissed and caressed her inner legs at her behest.
“I want you to use me, Avery.”
Goddess. The way her name slid off his tongue was fucking divine.
Shivers climbed down her spine. It was almost embarrassing how easily she was affected by him.
Enough to send her desire rising even higher, but it still wasn’t enough; she was aching, greedy for more.
The shadows responded in kind, tying themselves around her wrists and her ankles, and lifting her off the ground.
A squeal came from her lips, and she almost let them drop.
“Let them play, Avery,” Felix said, his husky voice dropping even lower. The bond hummed with pleasure. Whether it was hers or Felix—she couldn’t tell. The more days that passed, the more the line between them blurred.
The shadows clasped themselves around her legs, like she was kneeling on the ground, but instead, she was floating in the air.
The others wrapped themselves in her hair and tied her arms behind her back.
She was completely bound. Completely exposed to him.
He stood up, just to admire her like a piece of art in a museum.
He walked around her, the shadows pulling her hair so her head tilted back in line with his cock.
His shadow clothes disappeared before her eyes, leaving him as naked as she was. The tip of his cock glistened, hard and veiny and so fucking hot. A flutter of pride went through her that she could have such an effect on him.
“Please,” she whined. She was so close to his cock. She tried to move closer, letting out a little whimper when he stepped back. He was teasing her. Asshole.
“Not yet, little witch.” He walked away from her, leaving her suspended in his shadows—or were they hers now?
She couldn’t tell who was controlling them at this point.
All she knew was they felt fucking amazing.
Felix sat on the couch, palming himself as the shadows around her started to move again.
She panted, the blood pooling in her head as the shadows contorted her tighter.
Goose bumps erupted over her skin as more tendrils started to explore.
One swirled and tightened around her left breast, the tip of the shadow devouring her nipple as it fondled and played with it.
A moan left her lips. It was more careful around the right nipple where Felix had pierced it, flicking delicately.
She squirmed underneath the shadow’s touch as it continued to caress.
“You’re doing so good, kitten.” His voice came from everywhere and nowhere all at once. “Don’t be quiet. Moan for me.”
She heeded his command, letting out the moan she had been desperately holding back.
“Good girl.”
Fuck. She opened one of her eyes, watching Felix out the side of it, watching him stroke himself to her. Excitement blasted through her that she had done that to him, gotten him so hard that he couldn’t help but stroke himself.
A shadow licked her pussy like a long tongue, taking all of the glistening wetness with it, before it held it up like a trophy for Felix to see.
“Fuck, little witch, you’re so fucking wet for me.”
Another moan ripped from her throat. Missing the contact of the shadow already. She didn’t give a fuck how needy she was for him. She wanted more. She wanted to be fucking filled.
As if the shadow heard her, it came back to dance around her entrance.
Licking its way up and down as it slickened itself against her sensitive bundle of nerves.
She almost begged for more. Begged for him.
But that thought was cut off by the shadow somehow wrapping itself around her clit and sucking on it.
She jerked against the hold, a hitching breath tearing from her throat as it worked her folds. “Fuck.”
“Already shaking, little witch?”
She let out a gasp as the shadow tightened. Her thighs were indeed shaking, but she wouldn’t let him have the satisfaction. He already had too much of her. She murmured something incomprehensible instead.
“Use your words,” Felix said, smirking.
Oh goddess. She wanted more. She wanted him inside her. Principles be damned. She let out a breathy, “Please.”
He let out a pleased growl that reverberated around the room. Another tendril slipped around her neck, choking her ever so slightly, heightening the pleasure as the shadows continued to suck on her needy clit.
“You’re so pretty when you beg.” He let out a dark laugh. “Do you want more pets? All you need to do is ask.”
Her pleasure rolled in waves, higher and higher until she thought she might burst. Other tendrils played at her entrance, stretching her cunt so wide that her slickness started to drip on the floor like a gentle stream.
“Fucking beg for it, Avery.”
“Please,” she begged him.
“Please, what?”
“Please fuck me.”
That was good enough for him. The tendril shifted and took on the shape of a cock before burying itself inside of her, filling her hole to the brim.
Before a scream tore from her throat, another one slithered inside her mouth, cutting it off before she could alert the whole dorm to what she was doing.
The shadows worked in tandem, thrusting and fondling her as she rode them in front of a shifter.
Ragged moans came through her as they worked her higher and higher, each thrust sending her closer to the edge.
He sent another one inside of her. Then another. “No more…I can’t,” she said. She felt so full that she thought she might explode.
“You can take another one, kitten, just one more.”
He slid another one in. She thought it would be painful, but it only felt that much fucking better.
She heard Felix working himself closer to his release. The sound of his hands running up and down his shaft. His gentle moans.
“Felix, I’m going to—”
“Come for me, Avery,” he commanded her.
She obeyed. That was all she needed. She arched her back, toes curled as her world shattered around her. A climax crashed over her like a wave of exquisite pleasure. She writhed and convulsed against the shadows. Her tight pussy contracting around them as she trembled against the shockwaves.
But the shadows didn’t stop. Not until she turned her head to watch Felix, her breath rapid along with her heart.
And at the end of the tether, she felt him.
As needy as she was. As ravenous as she was.
Their breaths timed up, hearts syncing in beat as she felt a wave of his pleasure running down the bond.
His eyes opened and locked on hers as he fell off the edge, his cum spurting and leaking out of him like a glorious volcano.
All the while, not once did he take his mismatched eyes off her.
If this was supposed to be forbidden, then why did it feel so right?