He slid down between her legs and was grateful he had left enough slack in the ropes to lift her hips just so. Almost like he had planned it, which he definitely hadn’t. But it allowed him to close his mouth over her cunt, and he took full advantage of the happy accident.
Fawn rewarded him with a moan, her thighs straining as she found the limits of his ropes. He savored her, taking his time to run his tongue through every fold, tracing the shape of her. Carefully, he eased a finger into her wet passage as he lapped at her clit.
“F-focuses, Arlon,” she reminded him. Reluctantly, he pulled away before grabbing the string of magiline beads. He prepared them with lube before he coaxed one leg open further and eased the marble against her hole. He kissed her thigh as she opened around the pearly stone before the second followed, then the third, and as he eased the last one into her, a moan broke past her full lips.
“Now may I continue?” he asked as he rubbed his fingers up the length of her dripping cunt.
“You are the caster here,” she said, breathless with pleasure.
A thrill of excitement rushed through him at the reminder, and Arlon chuckled before he grabbed the blindfold and tied it over her blue eyes. As much as he trusted Fawn, it was a relief to take her gaze off of him. There was something freeing in not being watched, especially as he stripped his clothes off to join her.
And now that the requirements for the abjuration andillusion spell had been satisfied, he proceeded to satisfy her every other way. He brought her to completion on his tongue, his fingers, savoring every shout of pleasure. She writhed under him, helpless and beautiful, and knowing thathewas the cause of those sounds made his head swim.
It wasn’t until Fawn’s wrists and ankles were chafed from the ropes, her pale skin glowing with a sheen of sweat, that Arlon finally broke. He settled between her legs, arms braced over her, before he sank his aching length into her. She threw her head back with a shout of bliss, her heat contracting around him.
Energy crackled between them, wringing a moan from Arlon’s pursed lips. He moved slow, savoring every inch of her as he reached down to rub her swollen clit with firm, circular strokes. He thrust deep, grinding intentionally until he brought another peak crashing through her.
Fawn’s back arched, mouth open in a silent scream. The sight nearly brought his own end coursing out of him, but Arlon staved it off, barely. Instead, he reached down and pulled the string of focuses from her.
Fawn’s body shuddered as each bead was freed, her cunt rippling around him as he prolonged her pleasure. He managed one last thrust before he couldn’t hold back anymore. A swear broke past his lips as his own end hit. He sank deep as he emptied into her, the string of now-glowing focuses looped around his finger.
For a long moment, he didn’t move, just savoring the closeness. Being with Fawn felt safe, and he was reluctant to pull away from it just yet. But eventually he did, earning a quiet sound of pleasure as he eased out of her.
“Gods,” Fawn panted. She was limp under him, boneless with contentment, yet even after he untied the ropes, she remained that way. He moved onto the bed beside her, hishands gently rubbing the marks left behind. She looked up at him through heavily lidded eyes, her black hair mussed around her head. Her smile was brighter than the sun. “You are going to be a hell of a wizard someday.”
Heat creeped up his neck, but he stayed quiet. Fawn had never lied to him, yet this was a hard truth to accept.
The Crux was no place for a Wolf.
3
Vian had very few rules for his Wolves, but they’d been beaten into Arlon over the years.
Rule number one, you protected the pack, and the pack would protect you. Anyone outside of the pack wasn’t your friend or your family and never would be. Rule number two, don’t ask questions. Vian handled the logistics, all you had to do was obey. And rule number three, you kept your fucking mouth shut. Talk to people outside of the pack only when you had to.
Arlon had broken that first rule when he helped Fawn kill the evil fucker, yet somehow, breaking the last two rules was far more difficult. But he’d promised Fawn he’d seek out the two non-bloodline wizards, and the only way to do that was to ask around.
He hated every second of it.
Approaching the beautiful highborns of the Crux was so awkward it felt downright painful. Doing it invited attention, and every time someone’s eyes widened as he walked towardsthem, he wanted to vanish. But he did it anyway, and to his surprise, people seemed… happy to talk to him.
“Oh, you’re looking for Garrett and Bridgette.”
Arlon looked down at the curvy Kenitkan woman, trying to decide if that was disappointment he’d caught in her tone.
“You know them?”
Her full lips flattened as she hummed. “‘Know’ is a strong word. They tend to keep to themselves.”
“Do you have any idea where I could find them?” Arlon asked.
“They go into town a lot,” she said as her eyes traced him. Like she was picking out every flaw on him. It made him itch. “But the weather’s nice. They might be out in the transmutation yard.”
“Thank you,” he said and quickly tried to make his exit.
“Maybe after you find them, you could come find me, too. My name’s Magda.”
Arlon whirled, and for once, it was his turn to stare. So many of his interactions with people outside of Vian’s pack had ended in an argument, a fight, or worse, but Magda looked at him with a very different sort of heat in her amber eyes.
