CHAPTER 25
Rue
The next night, I’m awoken from a nightmare by the sound of the front door closing. It’s a soft click, one I normally wouldn’t hear if I weren’t so on edge. It’s like I’ve become afraid of my own shadow.
Can you really blame me though?
My life went from zero to sixty in a few very short days. Despite all of that, I wouldn’t give it up because then I wouldn’t have met the shifters. Or Arya. She’s called to check up on me three times since the not-so-feral incident, which is extremely sweet of her. More than I can say for my other two friends who haven’t said a word since I asked them to cover for me at work.
Arya’s been leading the pack while Caylix, Rhys, and Kathan take a short hiatus with me. All three of them are terrified to leave me alone now in case the not-so-feral comes back. He’s proven he can get inside, and I’m certain if Arya wasn’t here, he’d have barged right in that day.
I shift, trying to get comfortable and reach a hand out. The bed beside me is cold, meaning none of the guys have been here in a while, which is surprising. One of them has always kept me in their sight. They’re constantly on guard.
When I hear the floorboards creak, my heart rate accelerates. What if it’s someone with ill intent and I’m all alone in here?
Fear grips me like a vice, and I yank the covers off me, slipping my feet onto the floor as silently as I can. I grab the stake off the nightstand where it always rests and pad over to the door. I swing it open, stake poised over my head to attack, only to come face to face with golden eyes and a wet snout. “Caylix,” I breathe in admonishment. “You scared the bejesus out of me.” A breath huffs out his nose, and his wolf seems to roll its eyes. “Don’t give me any sass, wolf.”
That has him shooting me a sharp, toothy grin. In a blink, bones are realigning and Caylix stands before me completely naked. It’s hard not to stare, especially when the light spilling into the hallway illuminates his chiseled abs. He runs a hand through his dark mop of hair, knowing damn well he looks hexin’ good as hell. My nipples pebble like beaming headlights, and his gaze dips to them like a deer caught in the high beams. His eyes darken and he closes the distance between us.
His nostrils flare as he inhales deeply and shudders. “You smell like me, little witch.”
“I used your body wash,” I reply, my voice breathier than before.
“You’re utterly bewitching, you know that?”
This is the second time he’s called me that but it’s still hard for me to believe he’s serious, even though I like it. I shift my gaze to the side. Why is it so hard for me to take compliments?
Because I’m not used to them?
Or because I’ve been conditioned to live in the shadows?
“Thank you.”
Caylix slips a hand into my hair and grips the back of my head. Not hard enough to hurt, in fact the action is completely gentle, but it’s enough to get my attention and break me out of the intrusive thoughts. “Believe me when I say you are, Rue. You’re one of the most stunning, amazing people I’ve ever met. I’m not glad about the circumstances of your arrival into our lives, but I am more than glad you’re in it. You may not see it yourself, but I do. We do.”
The way he speaks it with such conviction is almost enough to make me believe him this time. My stomach erupts into butterflies, and I stare into his hazel eyes as he gazes at me like I hung the moon. His lips descend on mine in a blend of passion and desire. My fingers find the smooth skin of his chest, and I lightly drag them down his abs, loving the way they contract under my touch.
Every slide of his mouth against mine has me almost dizzy with want. He takes a step back and another and I follow until my back hits the wall. Caylix hoists me into his hold without breaking the kiss, wrapping my legs around his waist. The thin T-shirt, which smells faintly like Rhys, rides up my thighs. He uses the wall to keep me upright and runs his calloused fingers over them. I moan into the kiss, and he deepens it, our mouths a hot slash against one another. He’s completely bare and the only thing separating us is the thin fabric of my panties. I feel every hexin’ inch against my core.
We both come up gasping for air at the same time. “Fuck, Rue,” he pants, my name like a whispered prayer upon his lips. His eyes are completely gold and hooded with lust. He tucks a stray strand of hair behind my ear, and plants a sweet kiss on my lips. His dick thumps against me and I groan, my core clenching around nothing. I need to be filled and not by his fingers. I need him. If he’ll have me.
I bite the inside of my cheek. “I need you, Caylix,” I murmur, and he sucks in a sharp breath.
His eyes flash with indecision and he bites his lip. My chest constricts. Oh god, does he not want me? Have I completely misread all the interactions between us?
My cheeks flame and I glance away from him. One growl from his chest has my focus snapping back to him and the look on his face… I’ve never had someone stare at me so wholly. Like I’m the only important thing in the world and damn everything else. It eases a little of the loneliness that sits close to my chest. But I also get a glimpse of the predator he keeps leashed inside his body. His eyes flash, gold to hazel, hazel to gold like there’s a battle raging between his two sides. “I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything, but I’m afraid I won’t be gentle. I don’t want to lose control with you.”
Instead of giving him a reply, I smash my mouth to his, pulling his lip between my teeth and biting until there’s a tiny amount of blood to let him know I don’t care. I don’t care if he loses control because I’ve been craving this man from the moment he put his hands on my hips on the dance floor.
Even then I knew he wasn’t ordinary. Far hexin’ from it, and here we are… A witch and a shifter. Two people falling desperately. I’m not afraid of change. In fact, I’ve been craving it for a while. So, if he wants to devour me… I’m damn well going to let him. Rue Delacroix is a changed witch. Hopefully, for the better. That’s yet to be determined though.
The raspy groan Caylix lets out does funny things to my insides. “I need you to understand that my wolf has been riding me extra hard lately, Rue. I—”
I shift my hips, grinding against his erection to cut off his protests. “Curses, Caylix. I don’t want soft, and I’m not afraid of your wolf. I know he’d never hurt me on purpose.” I let the innuendo of that hang in the air between us, making it clear that I wouldn’t mind it rough. That might be exactly what I need.
Caylix picks up on it instantly. His chest rumbles with a growl and he puts his hands under my ass to support me before walking us into the living room. He slants his mouth against mine, kissing me until I’m breathless again before carefully depositing me on the plush rug in front of the fireplace. It tickles my sensitive skin, adding another layer to the sensations tugging at me. Caylix pulls back as he settles between my legs, and I admire the view of his lithe muscles as they contract.
There’s a small fire crackling in the fireplace, but only enough to ward off the chill. Shifters are hot by nature so I’m assuming it’s mostly for my benefit as it’s not quite winter yet.
The flames dance. The shadows highlight his rugged jaw and make his brown hair seem even darker. He’s stunning and I can’t seem to look away. I reach up to cup his cheek and he leans into my touch. I trace his eyebrow and drag my finger down his jaw. He lets me with a cute little smirk on his lips.
In return, he nuzzles my neck, inhaling my scent. My head falls to the side to allow him better access and my gaze shifts to the hallway. If anyone were to come out of their room, they’d see us instantly. “We’re pretty exposed right here,” I whisper.
Caylix notices my line of sight. “How does that make you feel?” He peppers kisses down my jaw and throat, paying special attention to the two silver scars on my neck like he’s trying to erase the memory. It’s hard to think through the lust coursing through me, but the thought of Rhys or Kathan walking in on us sends a thrill through me. Goosebumps pebble my flesh and Caylix notices. “Does that turn you on, little witch? To know either of them could walk in and find me deep in your gorgeous pussy?”
My panties instantly flood with slick and Caylix’s nostrils flare as he gets a deep breath of it. His eyes flutter, and the sight turns me on more if that’s even possible. “Yes,” I respond because there’s no denying it. There’s something uniquely intriguing about the possibility of being caught… or watched.
Caylix’s grin is downright naughty. “Good, then I’ll have you coming so hard, you’ll scream, and they’ll come running.”
“Caylix,” I breathe, but the rest of my response quickly dies on my lips as he bites down on my throat. Not enough to break the skin, but enough to drive me crazy with lust. Who knew that spot could be so sensitive? Who knew I’d ever want someone to actually bite me? To mark my skin and show the world I’m theirs?
He shifts a finger into a claw and carefully drags it down the length of my body, cutting the shirt straight off. He groans when the scraps of fabric fall away, exposing my breasts to him and the night air. His lips dip to my chest and he plants a kiss in the center before shifting his attention to my pebbled nipple. With his free hand, he tweaks the other between skilled fingers, pulling a gasp from my lips.
I reach a hand between us and circle his cock. He’s so big, my fingers don’t touch. Using the bead of precum leaking from his tip, I spread it down his length, and he shudders. His entire body is practically vibrating. That must be the straw to break the camel’s back so to speak because his chest rumbles with a low growl, and I smirk. “Don’t hold back,” I murmur.
Thankfully, he doesn’t have to be told twice. With the same finger that’s still half shifted into a claw, he lifts it under one side of my panties and then the other. Even though the movements are hurried, he doesn’t nick me, and the sharp point cuts through the fabric easily. I shiver under his gaze as he soaks up the sight of me like I’m the most precious thing to him. Normally, I’d feel self-conscious, but with Caylix, none of those feelings rise to the forefront because he makes me feel safe and treasured.
Shifting his weight to his other hand, he uses the non-shifted one to run a finger through my slit and groans at the wetness he finds. “Soaked for me, aren’t you, little witch?” His teeth are sharper than usual, his tone is all alpha, and I find myself entranced by him.
With swift movements, he lines his cock up at my entrance and I’m so wet I’m practically dripping for him at this point. He sinks into me, and we both suck in a sharp breath. My mind blanks with pleasure. I’m so hexin’ full and he’s not even all the way in yet. He pauses for a second to let me adjust, and I know he’s battling the beast. “Fuck, you’re so tight, Rue.”
By the time he bottoms out in me, I’m writhing beneath him. “Caylix,” I cry, begging him with only his name to start fucking me before I lose my mind.
He pulls out and grinds back in, hitting that delicious spot deep inside me. I see stars behind my eyelids and my head falls back in pleasure… Until I catch a glimpse of Slade’s ice blue eyes, and I’m reminded of his raspy voice telling me to keep my focus on him. My eyes snap open and I gaze into Caylix’s gold ones as he picks up the pace, fucking me harder.
He puts his hands under my ass to prop me up, changing the angle completely. Every slide, every grind, turns me into a puddle beneath him. It’s amplified when he reaches a hand between us, the shifted one, and before I can even process it, he drags the dull side of his claw along my clit. Then does it again, rougher than before.
Oh.
My.
Divines.
I should protest but the edge of danger only seems to add to the desire swirling inside me like a ticking time bomb.
Caylix never stops thrusting, his movements long and deep. My impending orgasm builds and builds with each thrust, each drag of his cock in and out of my pussy, each delicious swipe of his claw against my clit. His eyes are wild as he drives into me at exactly the right angle that I can’t take it anymore. I detonate around his cock with a loud scream, exactly like he said I would.
And exactly like he predicted, Rhys and Kathan come running out of their rooms, searching for the cause of my scream.
Caylix tilts my head to the side so I can watch their reactions as he fucks me into the rug, aftershocks firing through me as my cunt continues to flutter around him. He changes the angle again and out of the corner of my eye, I notice all his fingers are now sharpened into deadly claws. The tips of them poke into my skin where he’s holding my hips, but I don’t care.
My mouth opens in another soundless scream as the other two pick up on what’s happening, their eyes going from murderous to hooded in a single second. Rhys grins like the wolf who got the rabbit and saunters over to us. “Look at the way she takes your cock, brother. Like a damn glove.” Caylix is too far into his wolf side to respond, only giving him a growl of agreement. “What do you say we give you a second orgasm before Caylix finishes, vixen? How does that sound?”
A mewl works its way out of my mouth and it broadens his grin. He sinks to the floor beside us and sneaks his hand between Caylix and I, his fingers finding my clit easily, like he has access to the map of Rue.
Kathan is still standing to the side, his brow furrowed in uncertainty. His massive dick tents his boxers, which like Rhys, is the only thing he’s wearing. Since it’s about the only thing I can do right now, I beckon him forward with my eyes. He takes a step forward and another, watching his two bondmates bring me to the edge of pleasure again.
He folds his massive form into the chair that’s in my line of sight and pulls his cock out, his darkened eyes fixated on nothing but me. After working the precum down his shaft, he grips the base of his dick before working himself up and down. For a moment, I watch his precise movements, trying to learn what makes him tick, but it doesn’t last long because Caylix’s thrusts amp up. At the same time Rhys slips a finger inside me alongside his bondmates length. The surprise and the feeling of them combined, hurtles me over the edge so fast, it steals the breath from me.
All I can do is lay here and feel everything.
“And she comes so fucking beautifully,” Rhys murmurs, withdrawing his finger as Caylix’s thrusts become erratic. A long stream of growls erupts from his throat as he works himself over the ledge. His claws dig into my skin as he erupts inside of me with a roar, panting with each twitch of his cock.
Meanwhile Kathan thrusts his hips into his hand, his eyes on the three of us. The gleam in his gaze says it’s me he’s imagining fucking, and it’s so hexin’ erotic my heat clamps around Caylix, causing him to groan. It’s not long before his seed spills from his tip, coating his muscled chest in the evidence of what the sight of me does to him.
We all bask in the afterglow for several heartbeats, none of us wanting to break the euphoria surrounding us. When my eyelids begin to droop, Rhys chuckles, reminding me he’s the only one who hasn’t gotten to come. Like he reads my train of thought, he shakes his head. “Good things come to those who wait. I’ll have my turn with you, vixen, but not tonight. Caylix wore you out.” There’s nothing but patience and understanding in his tone. Ugh, the things these men say to me… It makes my heart feel like mush.
A yawn escapes me, punctuating his statement. Caylix slips out of me and scoops me into his arms, bridal style. “Let’s get you tucked in, little witch.” He plants a chaste kiss on my lips, and I notice his eyes are back to hazel. It makes me a smidge smug. I totally tamed his wolf.
Kathan and Rhys trail behind us and the former makes a pitstop to the bathroom to clean his cum off his chest. Rhys tugs the blankets down the bed so Caylix can sit me in the middle before climbing in beside me. Rhys does the same on the other side and their warmth surrounds me. I’m almost asleep when the mattress dips for a third time as Kathan comes to cuddle me too.
And for the first time in a long while… I feel complete.