Page 70 of Shattered Illusion

His words only fuel the burning intensity deep inside, and it doesn’t take long for me to get a steady rhythm down. I alternate between bouncing and grinding, but I find myself grinding down on him more than anything. My clit bumps against his pelvis as I do, stealing my breath each time.

White particles of magic escape from beneath Luka’s flesh, caressing every inch of my body before it shoots above our heads. My magic chases after his, entwining themselves together in almost the same sensual dance we are.

Sweat coats our skin, our bodies slipping together like that old childhood ride, Slip n Slide. I throw my head back with a cry when he bumps my cervix, and he takes advantage, wrapping his tongue around my nipple and sucking it into his mouth. His teeth scrape across the pebbled peak, only sharpening the pleasure even more.

Our pink and white magic flash around the room, illuminating brighter and brighter as my thrusts intensify. Gone is the sweet love making from mere moments ago when he was above me. Now it’s all carnal need coursing through me, my legs tightening around his hips as my movements start to falter.

One arm still bound around my back, Luka reaches between us with the other, not letting the grinding of my hips stop him. His fingers expertly find my clit, pinching the little bundle of nerves and sending me over the cliff.

His name is nothing more than a scream as my body tightens around him, leaving him to fight through the unrelenting grip I have on his cock.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Luka chants, each word accompanying another thrust of his hips as he takes over, fucking me from the bottom. He practically chokes out, “Bailey,” as he pulls my hips down at the same he pushes in as far as he can go, releasing himself in the condom. Even with the thick rubber between us, I can feel every pump of cum, every twitch of his large cock.

The once-flashing magic floating above us explodes like fireworks, raining down upon us as we cling to each other’s sweat-slicked bodies. I suck in a breath when the feeling of my soul fleeing my body tears me into pieces that I’m not sure will ever fit back together the right way. A sob catches in my throat at the loss, and then the little sparks of magic split apart, coiling into their own colors. I expect mine to come back to me, but instead, Luka’s demigod magic pierces my heart at the same moment my pink magic slams into him. All at once, it’s like everything is right in the world again. I’m put back together, remade whole. Only this time, deep in my being, I can feel the ghost of Luka’s soul dancing in time with mine.

“Wow,” I murmur in awe as emotions that aren’t my own flood into me.

Adoration.

Contentedness.

All consuming love.

That last one fills my veins to the brim with happiness even though I’m too scared to analyze how he can feel so damn strongly after such a short time. It doesn’t change the fact, though, that now and forever, this demigod is mine.

As I lean back to cool down, my eyes widen as I find an intricate rune now gracing Luka’s shoulder. One that I know for a fact wasn’t there before. I’d remember seeing the vines that look just like the ones decorating my chest.

“Lu… I…” My fingers shake as I reach out, tracing the delicate design. It feels molded to his skin like mine do, like it’s been there his entire life.

“I’m not the only one with a new mark, goddess.”

“What?”

His knuckles brush across the vine rune; only part of it looks nothing like it did before. It’s been transformed, shaded in with various white, gray, and blue pigments. The rest of the sweeping foliage is plain like all the others, but this one section, this one little part marks me as his.

“My goddess. My mate,” Luka murmurs reverently, holding me tighter than before and keeping me close as he scoots off the bed and heads toward the bathroom where we spend the next few hours cleaning each other and making each other dirty once more.

It's taken a while,but I've finally managed to carve out some time with Thaddeus in between his busy schedule, and well, finally pushing past all the shit that happened. I've slowly started to regain the weight I had lost while I was stuck in self-isolation, and I've been exceeding little things when it comes to my magic. But there are so many runes I still don't know anything, about and that makes me scared to try. My dorm room is big enough to practice if I wanted to, but without knowing what a lot of them do, I risk much more by trying there.

My coffee game is strong right now as I head toward the magical containment rooms—Mr. Tall, Dark, and Steamy coming in clutch as always. It's hard to believe that there are people in this world who actually live without coffee. They are freaking insane. Like...lock them the heck up cause I wouldn't survive a day without it without going insane.

The heat of my nutty goodness warms my insides as I hit the main floor and cross over to the hallway that houses the magical containment rooms. There are a few students milling around,but not many, and it's a no-brainer to guess that they are either sleeping off hangovers from Friday night partying or they stayed elsewhere.

Which... I didn't even know we could do that on the weekends. It's not like any of these assholes told me that.

But I can definitely see taking advantage of it to spend some more time with my mate.

Mate. Wow. It's hard to believe that I have one. The whole mate fiasco with Professor Asshole seems like nothing but a distant memory now. My thoughts of Luka overpower it, drowning out the misery that lycan thrust on me. But Luka isn't the only one dominating my thoughts. Axel is there, too. My too-sweet-to-be-true vampire. I haven't had a chance to see him since the night out in town, but like clockwork, every day, he texts me good morning, and every night, he tells me that he misses me.

And gods, do I miss him.

As I turn the corner into the hallway containing the rooms, a cheery, light blue-skinned fae comes into view, leaning against the wall next to the door. I swear that man can light up an entire darkened room with just one grin.

"Sunshine!" He gives me a quick hug that I'm more than ready to return. I've missed seeing him outside of class time. Things have been so damn stressful since the day Miss Izzicle showed up, but I've refused to ask the burning questions I have festering inside. It's none of my damn business.

"Thaddy!" I exclaim back with the same enthusiasm, earning me one of his boisterous laughs.

"I see you brought Mr. Tall, Dark, and Steamy with you. Is he afraid of us being alone together?" Thaddeus nods toward the to-go mug in my hand with a raised brow and a mischievous grin on his blue face.

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