Chapter 17
Cyrus.
I thought I had all my connections with them on lockdown ever since they decided to show up. But it looks like I’m going to have to figure a way to make them stronger. Especially if Cyrus can easily slip into my dreams now.
“Sena…
“Leave, Cyrus. I’m not interested in talking,” I tell him while trying to figure out where he is. Everything is dark, blinding me to what’s around me.
“The dream world is my domain, Sena.” His voice echoes around me. “I’m afraid you don’t get a say in it.”
I laugh but feel no humor. “That seems to be the norm for you all. Push me out and then decide to do what you want.”
I almost feel his presence move closer but when I glance around, I only see darkness. Endless darkness that seems to go on forever.
“We never meant to block you out,” he says making me scoff.
“You didn’t just block me out. You all ignored me for weeks and then showed up when you decided, and on your terms.”
I wasted sleepless nights on worrying about them adjusting here with their enemies or feeling so much guilt for not telling them about the switch. But not once did they reach out. They had weeks to talk to me. To say something, anything.
But they didn’t.
None of them came near me. None of them even tried.
Not when I was hurt or down. Not when I just wanted the ground to open up and swallow me whole so I could just disappear from everything and everyone.
But I learned something. I learned I can live without them. And everyone else for that matter.
Just like they can.
“Sena, listen—”
“I’m glad we’re not fully bonded,” I tell him and feel everything around me still. “I thought being your mate made this bond between us special.”
“It is—”
“But these few weeks apart has shown me how mistaken I was. You all existed long before me and will do just fine without me.”
The dark world around me blinks and Cyrus appears in front of me, his eyes wide, his face distraught.
“We’re not bonded and now we never will be,” I tell him as I try shut down every emotion I feel so nothing shows on my face. He doesn’t need to know how much this hurts me. How much seeing them again after weeks of them pulling away from me until the person they returned to was no longer the same.
Cyrus reaches out to me, but I take a step back and try to figure a way to wake myself up.
Cyrus clenches his fists by his side. “Those first couple of weeks when we said we needed time and you thought we pulled away, we were following you,” he says, and I freeze and turn back to look at him.
“To your classes. To training. We never stopped watching out for you. Watching over you.” He scans my face as I try to process what he’s saying.
“No male ever came near you in any of your training sessions because we warned them off beforehand. We knew your training and class schedule, where you like to sit, the girls you’ve become close to and the food you love here.
” He moves closer when I don’t say anything.
“This isn’t the first time I’ve been in your dreams either, I just made sure you didn’t know I was there.
I watch you any and every chance I get. We all have. ”
I’m stunned silent. My mouth opens but no words come out while a slow bubbling rage builds inside me.
“You think that makes any of this better?” Instead of coming to me, talking to me, they scared off everyone they deemed a threat, stalked me silently in the shadows and then came to me when they wanted.
Well, fuck them.
“We thought you’d know we were close by. That you’d feel us, sense us and know that we were there. Waiting.”
I narrow my eyes on the insufferable dick. “Well, you thought wrong.”
He moves in front of me, and I take a step back, but I’m quickly stopped by an invisible wall that appears out of nowhere. “Sena…”
He traps me in, and I raise my leg to knee him in the balls when he grabs it and yanks me forward.
His dick grows hard, and it distracts me for a second, making me forget how much of an asshole he is. He uses my distraction to his advantage, leaning his entire body weight into me and trapping me against the wall.
“We’re your mates,” he breathes as he stares down at me. “We fucked up. We should have come to you sooner. And you’re right, we shouldn’t have assumed you’d realize we’d turn into your fucking stalkers and follow you everywhere.”
He grinds into me, and I bite my lip trying to stop the damn moan slipping out. I’m still fucking pissed at them but apparently my body doesn’t give a shit.
“We don’t care whose body you’re in,” he says as he dips his head and kisses my neck making me shiver. “Pick another and we’ll love that one too. We only want you, Sena.”
Before I can think of anything else, the connection between us opens wide and slams into me.
I feel his heartbeat race, his body heat and along with it, his pleasure. It builds inside me, heating up my own body, making me wet and horny as hell.
“Cyrus…”
“I’ll never shut you out again,” he vows and kisses a path up and down my neck while his grip on my thigh tightens and his other hand glides up my side.
“It’s not… it’s not that easy,” I finally manage to say while pushing him back. My leg drops to the ground as I watch him. Watch the lust in his dark eyes only grow.
“We all wanted to come to you. As soon as I could, I slipped into your dreams and hid in the dark and waited to hold you.”
I frown. My mind might have been a bit all over the place these last few weeks, but I think I would have remembered if Cyrus slipped into my dreams and held me. “That never happened. I would have remembered.”
“Most don’t remember their dreams,” he says. “And I made sure you didn’t.”
I don’t know whether to be shocked or angry.
His eyes search mine. “Just give us a second chance. Trust that what we have is real.”
“Is it?” I sigh. “How am I supposed to believe you? Believe any of you.”
“You’re all I think about. All I want to see when I close my eyes.” Cyrus drags his top over his head and throws it into the darkness. My gaze finds every taut muscle, every black swirling tattoo and my mouth dries.
The dark world around me ripples and morphs into a room. His old room from back in the Shadow Academy.
He reaches for the belt of his jeans and frees himself.
My eyes widen. “What are you doing—”
“This is what you do to me,” he groans as he curls his hand around his thick cock. He squeezes it as he watches me, his eyes never leaving mine, and I feel it throb, feel the pleasure that slowly builds as if building inside me.
“I only have to think of you and I’m hard.
” A slow, teasing smile curls his lips. “Do you remember our training session?” He bites his lower lips and then lets it slip free as his pupils dilate nearly swallowing the color of his eyes.
“I wanted to lay you down then and there, spread you out and fuck you until neither of us could walk straight.”
My mind grows thick with lust. “Then why didn’t you?”
“The bond,” he reminds me. “You weren’t ready,” he says as his eyes trail a path down my body while he starts to slide his hand up and down his length.
Before I get a chance to form a reply, a drop of precum forms and he uses it to pump himself a couple of times before slowing down with another throaty groan.
“I love the way you look at me,” he groans as the connection between us opens wider and he yanks me fully into it.
The brush of pleasure I felt from him a moment ago becomes an endless hunger that consumes me. My body heats as every inch of my body becomes sensitive.
I moan as my nipples harden and my heart thumps loudly in my chest.
“Cyrus?” My breaths become faster, heavier, as try to make sense of why I’m feeling so turned on. My eyes flicker down to my core, to where it feels tight and so unbelievably pleasurably, I can barely think.
My gaze finds his as he squeezes his cock, and I feel it. Feel his hand and as it tightens.
My body flushes with heat, and it hits me what’s happening. This isn’t my pleasure. At least not entirely. It’s his.
A hungry look flickers across his face. I try to pull back from the connection, from the all-consuming pleasure that’s taken over every inch of my body. But then he moves. Pumping himself harder.
“I’m going to come,” he says with a grunt as my legs tremble and my body shakes with the buildup of pleasure coursing through it.
I’m so lost in every sensation, every touch and brush of his hand that I can’t think. I can’t feel anything but what he feels.
“Cyrus…” I breathe and close my eyes as the orgasm hits me hard nearly bowing me over, leaving me breathless.
Fuck…
As the orgasm tappers off, my eyes open finding Cyrus’ dark gaze on mine. He inhales sharply as his nostrils flare and quickly fixes himself before moving in front of me only leaving an inch between us.
I want to drag him closer, to kiss him and touch him. But the little voice in the back of my head stops me, reminding me of the last month and what I went through. He must see the change in me as his eyes soften.
“I’m sorry for ever making you doubt us,” he rasps, and I hear the absolute devastation in his voice. Along with the regret and pain. “For ever making you doubt the connection between us.”
He dips his head and rubs his cheek along mine. “I promise to fix this,” he whispers into my ear before stepping back and slowly disappearing into the darkness.
I stand there in shock, realizing that he just made me have one of the best orgasms of my life and he didn’t even touch me.
Technically it was his pleasure. He came… or maybe we both did in the end. But I definitely felt his pleasure coursing through my body. His orgasm.
And I loved feeling every minute of it.
I mentally shake myself and try to clear the lust from my brain and body. Closing my eyes I focus on our connection and yank on it, hard, hoping to block it out once more and wake up.
It feels like ages before I wake with a jolt. My eyes blink only to find the girls back and soundly asleep in their beds.