Page 74 of Bound to Three Fae Beasts

I reached to poke the spot, but Seb caught my hand. Blood clung under his fingernails. “Don’t touch yet. Lie back and rest. It will take a while before you’re fully healed.”

Yeah, poking a freshly-healed injury wasn’t the best idea. I did as he said and laid my head back down. He went to the wall, where he pulled a chain and water gently poured over a rock formation, making it look like there was a stream right here in the room. I watched him clean his hands, until the drowsiness overtook me again.

I must have dozed off, because I didn’t hear him return. Awareness of a light touch on my face woke me. When I opened my eyes, he was back in the chair next to me, his hand on my cheek. It felt so good, so comforting. When Seb saw I was awake, he started to pull his hand away from me.

“Don’t,” I blurted before I could stop myself. He paused and I reached up to put my hand over his. “Don’t stop.”

The same heat that had filled me that night when he’d pinned me to the mats wrapped itself around me again. Seb searched my eyes, his silver-gray hair falling into his face. His expression was almost tortured. When he leaned forward, he pulled his hand from mine. But rather than leaving my body, his fingers trailed down my neck and across my collarbones.

“This isn’t going to turn into anything. If you’re hoping for any sort of … relationship, it’s not going to happen. I have standards to uphold, and a half-fae can’t fit into them. Even if you were the most powerful fae in our generation, you still wouldn’t be good enough to be my wife.”

I snorted, lifting myself slightly to push my breasts higher. “Who’s asking to be your wife? I’m just so fucking tired of being afraid.”

Seb let out a half-laugh that turned into a small moan. He cupped my breast through my tunic, sending waves of renewed heat into my core. I searched his face. Was this really happening? Was he really touching me, and was I really letting him?

Yeah. Yeah, I was.

I lifted myself onto one elbow, closing the distance between us. His palm pressed harder into my breast as I caught his mouth with mine. I kissed him, sucking on his lower lip. Seb’s free arm wrapped around me, pulling me closer. He kissed me back, so intensely that it startled me.

Soon, though, I melted into him, needing more. I didn’t care about what was going on outside of this room, so long as right now I could flood my system with the pleasure that his touch brought me. His hands moved to my pants, yanking them down in one jerk, leaving me no room for fear or anger, just pure lust as he gripped my thigh. His fingers pressed into my flesh as he opened me and lowered himself between my legs.

He pinned me with his body, the heat and hardness of him above me a delicious contrast to the soft cushions beneath me. His lips on my neck sent waves of heavy pleasure through me as he rocked his hips forward, his cock making contact with my core. I clung to him, gasping and writhing beneath him. I squeezed his hips with my thighs, and he groaned into my neck.

Blinded by lust, I reached down and fumbled with the buttons on his pants, but he caught my wrists in one hand and pinned them over my head.

“We can’t go that far,” he told me, pulling back to look into my eyes. “I’m not risking a pregnancy.”

The air brushed cool against my naked legs as I tightened them around him. “Seb … I want…” I didn’t even have the words for it.

The writhing bodies from that night in the forest when I found Jasper in his beast form filled my mind. I wanted that. I wanted bliss, ecstasy, to be unaware of anything except the pleasure.

His hand cupped my pussy, his palm pressing into me through my underwear. “I will give you what you want, Azriel. I’m going to make you feel good,” he promised.

I nodded, holding my breath. I didn’t have much experience with any of this. Seb’s black eyes stayed on me as he massaged me through the fabric, then pulled it out of the way. The same fingers that had been so gentle when treating my injury now became demanding. They plunged into me while his thumb sought out my clit.

Life here had put me so on edge that I was soon trembling. I bit Seb’s tunic, hiding my face in his shoulder as he stoked me inside and out. His free hand grabbed my breasts again, fondling them with a desperation that sent me over the edge. My womb tightened and everything inside of me came loose. Seb let me ride it out, then fingered me again until a second orgasm, stronger than the first, hit me.

It was only when I was breathless and boneless that he stopped. He kissed me slowly up and down my body, then moved my underwear back in place before he yanked down his pants to his knees. He took his cock into his hand and stoked himself. I watched, still coming down from the aftershocks, as he hardened.

He put a handkerchief over his tip when he climaxed, shooting into it. After, he folded the handkerchief neatly and tossed it into the fireplace, then pulled his pants back up. With a sigh of satisfaction, he stretched out on the couch next to me, pulling me into his arms.

I expected him to kick me out once he’d gotten his fun. Holding me was more than the ‘nothing’ he promised would come of this.

Why was he doing this? I relaxed into his embrace, even though I shouldn’t. “We have a mate-bond, don’t we? That’s what that spark was the day Lotmas had us duel in class.”

“Yes. I don’t have another explanation for it.” He pressed his face into my hair. “I’ll do my best to keep training you, so you can survive the Academy.”

The Academy. But he’d already told me nothing could happen between us. “What about after?”

Seb didn’t answer.

It didn’t matter. Or rather, it did, but I didn’t care right now. It was good enough just to feel like maybe in other life, I could have had more than what I did in this one.

“Seb, let me in,” a cool, breezy voice came from somewhere.

Seb jerked to his feet. “Flora?”

“The door is locked.” A soft knock accompanied her words. “Let me in. We need to talk.”