Chapter 33
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
Catching up in my classes steals a lot of my energy. With coffees before us, Simon and Cassian help me through my Advanced Spellcrafting and Spellcrafting Theory homework.
“So, a transmutation circle,” Cassian explains, pointing to a diagram in my textbook, “relies on rings of magic in each circle. These layers serve as a conduit for your intention. With each layer, you shape the magic you’re trying to produce, allowing for more and more intricate crafting.”
I look at the nine-layered transmutation circle diagram open before me, studying how each layer of the bigger circle builds upon the last, how I can funnel my magic into each ring to shape the outcome of the transmutation circle.
It’s meant to be a smaller circle than some of the larger ones we’ve been learning and intended to enchant items for safety and protection.
I imagine my tracker charm was created much the same way, through rings and rings of sigils.
The rings within the circle are joined by nexuses of power, anchor sigils that help focus the magic and link together the layers of intention.
It’s complex magic, to be sure, but with Cassian and Simon’s help, plus Professor Grafton’s tutoring, I’m sure I can catch up in my two spellcrafting classes.
My whole pack is helping me catch up, even Luca, who’s playing catch up himself.
He sits with me at the kitchen table, and quizzes me on the tenets of magical theory.
When he’s not helping me, we study together, but mostly I watch him cast the most complex transmutation circles I’ve ever seen as he catches up on his Transmogrification homework.
Watching him work is a revelation. I’ve always known he’s a talented mage, but to see his magic in action is something different altogether.
While I don’t think I’ll ever learn Transmogrification, watching him perform it is a joy.
My favorite place to study is in an oversized chair in the Leclerc library before a crackling fire. I read through my textbooks and work on my missed homework until my eyes go blurry, eventually seeking out Ian who’s working on lesson plans at the desk.
He opens his arms for me, and I fit myself onto his lap, sighing as I rest my head against his chest, drawing in his cedar-and-bergamot scent.
“Tired, my darling?”
“Of studying,” I say. “I feel like all I’ve been doing is studying.”
“You have been. You’re catching up quickly, quite admirably, I’d say. I’m beyond proud of you for how hard you’ve been working, but you need a break.”
“Do you have something in mind?” I ask in a low voice as his scent spikes.
“As it turns out, I do.”
He captures my lips in a kiss that steals my breath, adjusting me on his lap until I’m straddling his legs, until I can feel his thick hardness against my core. I let out a needy whine, and he grinds me against his length, making me pant with need. “Shall I get your pack?” he murmurs in my ear.
“Yes,” I breathe. “Yes please. But I… I want Marcus too. Is that… okay?”
“Why wouldn’t it be? He’s one of us, isn’t he? So go get him.”
“Me?” I squeak. “I thought you were gathering my pack.”
He taps the tips of his fingers against my lips. “Marcus isn’t your pack yet.”
I sit back on Ian’s lap with a frown, and Ian must feel my nervousness skittering through our bond.
“What is it, my darling? Are you nervous about talking to Marcus?”
“A little,” I admit in a small voice. “Being part of pack play is… a lot. What if he doesn’t want it? What if he doesn’t want me?”
“He will,” Ian promises, brushing a kiss at the corner of my mouth.
“He’s just as insatiable for you as the rest of us are.
Go. I’ll tell the rest of our pack to expect him.
” He presses a kiss to my forehead, to each of my cheeks, to the very tip of my nose and then to my lips. “Go and be brave. He won’t reject you.”
I steel myself and slide off Ian’s lap. I can do this. I can invite the man I love into my nest.
Love. Though we haven’t said it to each other yet, I know it’s true. I love him, and he loves me.
Pressing my lips together, I pad down the hallway toward his room at the Leclerc estate, then gently knock at the slightly ajar door.
He’s at the door in an instant and must scent my desire because he instantly pulls me into his room, closes the door behind us, backs me up against it and kisses me until I’m breathless.
He must smell Ian on me, but still, he kisses me.
Still, he boxes me in against the door and kisses down my jaw until I moan.
I breathe out his name, which only incenses him.
“Is this what you came for?”
His kisses make me so dizzy I practically forget my purpose in coming to him.
I ease out of his arms and pace into his room. “Actually… um. I wanted to invite you to my nest with… with my pack.”
Marcus smirks, the glint in his gray-green eyes sending desire down to my core. “Juniper,” he asks slowly, “are you inviting me to join you and your pack in making you come so many times your voice will give out for all the screaming you’ll be doing?”
My eyes go wide at his words. “I… I suppose I am. But only if you want to. I know packs can be a lot, and—”
“I want to,” he answers without hesitation.
“You do?”
“Juniper, if you had any idea how many times I’ve very, very vividly imagined your pack pleasuring you, there’d be no doubt in your mind about my desires.”
My eyes go wide. “You’ve thought about that? You don’t mind… sharing?”
“Not at all. You’re mine, but you’re theirs too. And I love that you have them. They’re good men.”
“But… but this is different. There’s going to be a lot of… nakedness.”
“Do you think that’ll bother me when I’m between your thighs or your pretty lips?”
Saints, this man.
I perfume for him, and he grins his delicious, sensual grin I know is just for me.
“But the downtime.”
“I’m not supposed to love watching you come your brains out while I stroke my—”
I cover his mouth with my hands, my cheeks heating. Saints, Marcus is on board. “Have you thought about it when, you know…?” I uncover his mouth, blushing furiously.
“Don’t blush, sweet-tart. You have no reason to. Do you mean when I’m in bed alone, my cock in my hand? Saints, yes. Juniper, I’d love to join you.”
He backs me against the door again, and my scent sweetens even further.
“But I’m not going to make love to you tonight. When I fuck and knot you for the first time, we’ll be alone, and I’ll take my time.”
I groan out my need.
“That doesn’t mean I’m not going to pleasure you. Do you understand? The number of times I’ve thought about making you come for me… innumerable.”
I nod my head vigorously. I’m loving this earnest, dirty version of Marcus more than I thought possible. How long have I waited to have his hands on my body? Far too long.
He grasps my hand and leads me to my nest.
“I’ve brought our girl,” he announces.
I stumble, but Luca is there, kissing away my worries and drawing me into my nest. He and Simon slowly strip off my clothes, Marcus watching with breathless anticipation. When I’m fully bare, Luca gives me the little push I need to go right into Marcus’ arms.
“You’re perfect,” he murmurs against my jaw before kissing me.
He deepens the kiss as I wrap my arms around his neck, my breasts pressing into his front.
He breaks our kiss only to yank off his shirt before drawing me back against him, his skin hot against my own.
He presses a hand between us to grasp my breast, thumbing over my nipple.
I throw my head back with a whine.
Saints above, this is really happening. All of my filthy fantasies are coming true.
He trails his other hand down my side before gripping my hip, grinding me against his hardness.
Holding me close, he guides me down to the floor of my nest, never breaking contact for an instant.
He lays me down among my blankets and pillows, on his knees before me, looking like a sculpted god as he looms above me.
He closes the distance between us, covering my body with his, pressing a thigh to my core as he takes one of my nipples between his lips. Desire jolts through me as he laves attention on my breasts. I grind against his thigh, the friction divine, but not enough.
“Marcus,” I whine.
“You’re so responsive,” he murmurs. “And so, so very impatient.”
“You have no idea,” Ian mutters.
I expect Marcus to be drawn out of our passion, but he merely laughs before returning his attention to my breasts. Just when I think I’m going to go mad with desire, he strokes a finger along my slick pussy, from my entrance to my clit.
I moan, pressing up into his touch as he slips two fingers inside me, filling me perfectly, like we were made for each other.
He pumps his fingers inside me, and I grind down against them.
He strokes the spot on my front wall that makes me wild, his knuckles brushing against my sensitive estrus gland.
Saints, it’s too much, and I’ve needed it for so long.
The thrusts of his fingers are slow, intentional and measured, drawing me up until my whole body feels tight, right on the edge of explosion.
When he thumbs my clit, I come apart, screaming his name.
Still, he moves his fingers inside me, not letting me come down from my orgasm.
I whine, thrashing against his hand. It’s too much and not enough, and he pumps his fingers inside me until I come again, grinding into his touch until I explode.
When he withdraws his fingers from my quivering cunt, he draws them to his lips and sucks my slick off them.
“Fuck,” I murmur.
He grins, kissing me, letting me taste myself on his tongue, then rolls to the side.
“Dibs,” Simon and Luca say at once.
“What did I say about calling dibs on my pussy?” I demand, though I’m still floating high, blissed out from my orgasm.
“Yeah, we’re going to anyway,” Simon says. “Luc? Fuck her while I play with her clit? I want to hear her lose her mind with your piercings inside her.”
Saints, these men are going to kill me.
“Abso-fucking-lutely,” Luca growls, shucking off his clothes. He settles between my thighs, his hardness thick against my belly, and runs two fingers along my slit, groaning when he feels me dripping slick. He enters me in one hard thrust, and I throw my head back.
Simon lies down beside me, just close enough to whisper in my ear while he circles my clit with two fingers. Saints, I know what’s to come. Simon’s filthy, filthy tongue, winding me up with wicked words.
He doesn’t deny me. “You were so fucking hot coming on Marcus’ hand like that, Junes,” he croons. “Gonna be even hotter when you come with my fingers on your clit. But that won’t be enough for you, will it?”
“Fuck, man,” Luca groans. “She’s squeezing me like crazy. Keep talking.”
“You need more, and you’ll get it,” he promises. “We always give you everything you need.”
I whine, moving my hips to meet Luca’s hard strokes in my cunt, going crazy at the feeling of his ladder of piercings stroking my back wall.
“You want more of Marcus, don’t you, kit-kat? You want that thick cock of his between your lips as you get fucked? Want him stretching that pretty mouth of yours as you take him into your throat?”
I shatter at his words, coming hard around Luca’s cock.
“Luc, take her on her knees. Our omega needs more. Marcus, are you ready for Junes to blow your fucking mind?”
“Fuck, yes,” he says as Luca flips me over and reenters me with a hard stroke once I’m on my hands and knees.
Simon finds my clit again just as Marcus finds my lips with the head of his cock.
I give his hard length a stroke, moaning at the girth of him.
He strokes my cheek, and I part my lips for him, taking his cock into my mouth.
I mewl at the heavy weight of him on my tongue, at the salty taste of him, at his wintry-winds-and-pine scent, so potent here as it spikes.
He slides slowly between my lips, feeding me his length.
I whine around his cock as I start to bob my head.
Simon circles my clit with two fingers as Luca moves inside me, holding my hips steady to meet the onslaught of his thrusts. Saints, I feel perfectly full with Luca in my cunt and Marcus in my mouth.
“Take him deeper,” Simon orders. “Take Marcus down your pretty throat.”
I let out a keening moan around Marcus’ cock and relax my throat, letting him slide further inside my mouth until my lips meet the base of him.
He groans, staring down at me. I look up at him as best as I can, blue eyes meeting his river rock.
He strokes my cheek and holds my jaw with one hand, keeping me steady as he gently thrusts into my mouth.
“Such a good girl, Junes,” Simon praises.
My lips tighten around Marcus as I moan.
Simon thrums his fingers over my clit twice more, and with Luca in my cunt and Marcus in my mouth, I fly apart, squeezing around Luca as I whine around Marcus’ hard length.
My orgasm sends both of them over the edge, and they pump into me in alternating strokes until Luca’s turn jerky.
He spurts hot cum into my cunt and presses his knot into me.
Marcus comes with a low, growly groan, spilling into my mouth.
He paints my lips with his spend, and I eagerly lick off every drop.
Luca rolls us over, until I’m on my back on top of him, his knot lodged in my cunt, making me quiver with need.
“Marcus, since it’s your first time,” Luca says, voice annoyingly level while he winds me up with his knot, “want to do the honors of licking her pretty pussy while she’s on my knot?”
“What was it you said? Abso-fucking-lutely? Fuck, yes.”
Saints, is there a bliss greater than this?
Marcus settles between mine and Luca’s thighs, pulling my legs up onto his shoulder.
He nuzzles against my mound, drawing my honeyed-vanilla-and-jasmine scent into his nose before parting me with his tongue and licking my clit.
I whimper his name as he tongues me in earnest, laving his tongue over my clit until I’m throbbing around Luca’s hard knot.
Luca grinds his knot into me just as Marcus sucks my clit into his mouth, lashing at it until I break, coming hard on his tongue and around Luca’s knot.
My pack isn’t done with me when Luca’s knot deflates, and he eases me off his length. Cassian and Ian take me together, exchanging hard thrusts into my cunt and ass until I’m panting. And when I look over at Marcus? He’s watching me intently, lazily stroking his cock, basking in my breathy cries.
After being thoroughly pleasured, I fall asleep between Cassian and Marcus and, for one blissful night, all feels right with the world.