Chapter 3 Felicity #2
Her mouth pops open comically, but before she can answer, there’s a footstep, the scuff of a heavy boot against the stone floor.
It’s the only sign before a body slots in between me and Connor, an arm hooking around his neck, a marked hand hanging down over his chest. My eyes lock on it, tracing over the familiar dark lines.
Warlock. There’s a flash of gold in my mind, but it disappears as an icy sensation drapes over my shoulders like a heavy weight. Then, an invisible hand cups my tit.
I stiffen, eyes flaring wide as panic surges. How do you fight something that’s not there? I look down, expecting to see something moving under my shirt, but there’s nothing…Even as I feel two fingers pinch my nipple, rolling it between them, a choked sound escaping me.
“You know her, Con.” That voice, taunting and malicious.
It’s him. But as the realization settles in, the chilled fingers slide to my neglected breast, plucking firmly at the nipple, teasing it into a rigid peak.
My legs tremble, the edges of the world blurring as arousal coils low in my belly, wetness slicking my panties.
Each exhale is a short, jagged pant, a sense of wrongness filling me, but desire beats it down.
What’s happening right now?
I know it’s him. That cold sensation is too familiar, reminding me of the stroke against my back that first day, right before something pulled at the waistband of my skirt.
I open my mouth to tell him to stop, but no one else can see what he’s doing. The warlock isn’t even looking at me.
“Do I?” Connor asks, his voice sounding like it’s coming from far away.
Suddenly, those fingers twist, yanking on my nipple firmly—almost like he’s testing how much pain I can take.
I don’t know how I know for sure that’s what he’s doing, but I clamp my mouth shut, sealing my sounds inside because fuck him.
A low laugh rumbles through my ear, filling my head so completely it blocks everything else out.
The feeling of the fingers dissipates, leaving my chest heaving and body unsatisfied.
The reprieve doesn’t last long, but the sensation changes.
Now, it feels like a mouth—one that’s been sucking on ice cubes—is fitting itself around my areola, suckling with heavy pulls.
My head drops, looking down and half expecting to see my shirt gone and his head there. But there’s nothing—not even a wet patch. I swallow hard, each pull of that mouth making the inner walls of my pussy clench around nothing, the feeling of emptiness, the ache, and a whimper claws up my throat.
I bite it back, but Connor’s head whips toward me like he heard it anyway. He stares down at me, his green eyes molten as he watches me sway, and his nostrils flare.
My legs give one last shudder and then give out under me, but the warlock catches me, his arm encircling me, his hand splaying across my stomach in a possessive move. He leans down and licks the lobe of my ear, and a sudden quiver runs down my spine.
“Good girl,” he croons. “You like that, hm? Wait until you see what else I can do.”
“Connor!” Selena snaps impatiently. We all turn to face her, having forgotten she was even there. When I blink my heavy eyes open to focus on her, she’s glaring at me with murderous intent. I send her back a look that’s all what the fuck?
“Nah, I don’t know her,” Connor insists, still talking to the warlock, acting like I’m not about to melt into a puddle on the floor.
“This is the one who broke into our room. She was waiting for you in your bed.” There’s a pause, filled with such animosity that it freezes my arousal in its track, a chill skating over my skin that has nothing to do with his power. “Naked.”
Connor refocuses on Selena, who flinches back, starting to look uneasy. “That’s right,” he snarls, sharp canines on full display, wolf flaring his eyes until the green seems like it’s glowing. “You’re the reason I had to burn my bed.”
Selena looks pale now, her blonde ponytail whipping around her head as she shakes it.
“W-what? I didn’t make you do anything!” Something spiteful fills her eyes, and I just know she’s going to do something stupid.
“You can’t seriously be thinking of turning me down for this—this”—she points a sharp pink nail in my direction, her arm shaking—“human. Everyone knows what happened to her roommate after they got caught fucking. She’s nothing.
” Selena purses her mouth, raking a disdainful stare over me before sniffing like she smells something foul.
“She definitely wouldn’t be able to handle you like I can, Connor,” she purrs.
There’s a disconcerting mix of relief and disappointment when the icy touch drops away, the warlock’s attention wholly focused on the conversation.
He shifts, letting his arm drop from Connor and stepping up behind me, wrapping both arms around my shoulders, drawing me back against him. He smells like something metallic and hot.
“You’re walking a fine line of danger, Selena,” he rasps, sneering her name. “Considering Connor was the reason her roommate was”—he hums, like he’s searching for the word—“banished.”
I stiffen against him, hating the way they’re talking about Dizzy.
But two icy fingers plunge into my pussy at that exact moment, leaving me breathless.
I throw my head back against his shoulder, letting him take my weight as the fingers thrust inside me, hard and deep.
They curl, and a broken moan is dragged from my throat.
“Fuckin’ hell.” Connor grunts. “Seriously, Vaelor?”
“I’m making a point,” the warlock—Vaelor—returns.
“To fucking who? Because I’m about to blow in this damn hallway. And if she comes right now, I won’t be responsible for what my wolf does.”
A distant, fuzzy part of me registers the strangeness of a friendship between a wolf and a warlock, knowing the two paranormal species don’t often mix.
But it’s lost when those fingers disappear like mist, leaving me on the precipice and throbbing with need.
I whimper pitifully, vaguely registering Selena’s look of disgust.
“What’s going on here?” a voice demands. I feel everyone’s attention shift to the professor striding toward us from behind. Vaelor’s arms fall away as he half turns. Not letting myself second-guess, I bolt.