Page 94 of Bound to Three Fae Beasts

Her smell in my space made me feel crazy. This scent had been following everywhere. There were times when I was certain she was nearby, but it was only some random student I didn’t know. She had crawled into me somewhere. Her scent possessed me, and I couldn’t get rid of it. The need for her only grew stronger the longer I stayed away.

“I went to him,” she agreed. “I wanted him to hold me. He knows what it’s like to be on the outside, and he has every reason to dread graduation. I didn’t want someone who would hold back.”

I let out a shaky breath at her small accusation. “You are my mate, Azriel.”

“And yet, you will never fully embrace me that way.” It wasn’t an accusation this time, just matter-of-fact.

“I have duties to my—” I cut myself off. I was taught to trust the mate-bond above all else. It existed to make me a stronger fae, to make my children stronger, too. To be bound to someone like Azriel, half-fae and low-born, was a shock, but I was so very tired of fighting this pull to her. I didn’t even care about her having sex with Jasper. Not right now. I strode toward her, holding my breath as anticipation bloomed in my groin. “Are you on contraceptives?”

She held my gaze and nodded.

“Then…” I let out a shaky breath as I let my gaze trail down her body. “May I?” Azriel wet her lips. She glanced past me and I waited for her to give me an answer. My hands clenched into fists at my sides. “You can go if you want. I won’t stop you,” I assured her.

“I don’t want to go.” Azriel’s breath left her lungs in a rush and she stepped forward, reaching out with a steady hand to brush my cheek. “I want you, too. But be gentle.”

I caught her hand and pressed a kiss to her palm. Her scent filled me and I let out a breathy sigh, pulling more of her into my lungs. The shift from if to when to now made the tension flood from me. There were so many reasons why this was a bad idea. So many reasons why I could have asked her to go. Demand that she go, in fact.

“I hate the way you make my feel,” I confessed as I kissed her wrist. “Love the way you make me feel. I feel so selfish. But I don’t care. Azriel … I want…”

She stepped closer, wrapping her hand around the back of my neck to pull me in for a kiss. She tasted of magic, sparks of it that I’d never had kissing any other girl. My body responded to her, desire pooling inside of me. My cock stirred.

She nibbled at my lower lip, then broke from my mouth to kiss down my throat as her hands roamed my body. I let my fingers drift up and down her back, enjoying the sensation of her lips on my neck. I also enjoyed her taking charge right now, proving that she wasn’t just submitting to my wants. She wanted it, too, and she wasn’t shy about taking it.

Her tongue flattened on my Adam’s apple and drew up the length of my throat. When it reached my mouth, she pushed in and thrust her hips forward hard, grinding into my cock. The friction went straight to my head. I grabbed her ass, pulling her tighter as I deepened our kiss. The noises of our mouths filled the room as I ground into her roughly.

I forced myself to loosen my hold, then eased the kissing. I pulled away, panting. Azriel followed me, demanding more, until I held her face in my hands and pressed light kisses over her forehead and cheeks.

“You wanted me to be gentle,” I reminded her.

Azriel blinked, then blushed. “Oh. Right. I guess I just meant don’t get carried away like you do in our practice duels.”

I winced at the reminder. I’d been crueler than necessary to her, that was certain. I’d been so focused on driving her away and denying my feelings that I’d gone harder than I should have. “Would it help if I said I was sorry?”

Azriel shook her head. “It will help if you give me an orgasm.”

Her frankness sent a thrill through me. I kissed over her neck and shoulders as I lifted her tunic over her head, then quickly stripped off my own. She undid my trousers as I tugged hers down her hips. With them still around her knees, I pushed my hand between her thighs and cupped her pussy in my hand. She was already growing damp. As my fingers eased between her folds, she gasped and rocked her hips.

She pushed her hand into my underwear and grasped my cock, sliding her palm up the length of the shaft. I shuddered as the pleasant sensations rippled through me.

“I’m going to marry Flora,” I blurted.

Azriel’s hand paused. She looked stunned. “You’re engaged?”

“Not yet.” It occurred to me how ridiculous it was to talk about Flora when I was here with Azriel, our hands on our most intimate places. But it just felt necessary. “I don’t want to pretend like this is going to go anywhere. At best, I’ll keep you as a mistress. Even then, you’ll have to be a secret until Flora’s given me an heir. Our families are arranging it. It’ll happen eventually.”

Azriel pulled away from me. She grabbed the top of her trousers, and I thought she was going to cover herself back up, but instead she stripped down the rest of the way. “Don’t worry about it. I’m not asking for anything other than right now, Seb. I’m asking for you to be my dirty little secret.”

I snorted, surprised again at her directness. I kicked off my trousers and pulled her close again, kissing her as our bodies melded together. She fit, snug and warm, into my arms. Her breasts pushed into my chest, and the soft curls at the junction of her thighs rubbed against my upper leg. It felt so good to have her close like this. To have our bodies so intensely pressed together.

“You’re handsome when you smile,” Azriel murmured, her fingers brushing along my jaw.

“Only when I smile?” I teased as I walked her backward toward the table.

She gave me an unimpressed look. “Yes. Otherwise, you look ugly.”

I lifted her up onto the table, her ass sitting on the edge. The warmth of her firm thighs wrapped around my hips and I rocked into her, dragging my cock along the length of her pussy. I nipped her ear playfully as I reached between her legs again. I found her clit, stroking it lightly. She rewarded me with a light moan, her hands reaching to anchor themselves on my shoulders.

“Maybe I’m too ugly for you to fuck,” I whispered as I continued to stroke her. She writhed in response, panting, as her fingers clutched tighter. “Maybe I should stop. I could send you back to Jasper, since apparently he’s not too ugly.”