Page 52 of Wicked Chains
“Good. Because I want to see you take both of us at once.”
Drake’s hand is on my chin, tilting my face up, mouth hovering over mine. “You’re so beautiful, Rose,” he says. “So strong.” Then he slides his cock back into my mouth, and I lose track of everything except how I feel at this moment.
Soren grabs my hips, rutting into me, harder, deeper, until I’m sobbing with it, body clenched tight. “Come for us, little witch.”
I do, falling apart so hard I nearly black out, and that’s when both of them lose it, Drake shooting down my throat, Soren filling me from behind. It’s filthy and beautiful, and I never want it to end.
When it’s over, they both hold me, supporting me as my legs give out. Soren lays me gently on the bed, pulling the sheets over me. Drake settles next to me, arms wrapped around my waist, kissing my hair.
Soren sits at the edge of the bed, still naked, still half-hard, watching us with a strange fondness.
“That was a fucking show,” he says, and there’s a hint of pride in it. “You’re something else, Smith.”
I pull the covers tighter, not sure what to say. It’s a little awkward, but only because it’s new territory.
“Are you going to stay?” I ask Soren.
I glance at Drake for his approval, and he nods.
Soren’s mouth quirks. “Duty calls, unfortunately. I should go before I’m missed” He stands, dresses quickly, then bends to kiss me once. “You know where to find me.”
“Take care of our girl,” he says, and then he’s gone, out the door and into the night.
It’s quiet again, just me and Drake.
I turn to face him, searching his face for any sign of anger or disappointment. “You’re okay with this?” I whisper.
He brushes hair away from my eyes. “You’re not mine to keep, Rose. Not really. Even if I wish you were.” He looks away, silent for a long moment. “I’m not sure how long I’ll be here. You deserve someone who can protect you when I can’t.”
“I never thought my best option would be an incubus professor,” I say.
Drake laughs. “He’s more than that. To you, at least. I’ve been watching him a long time, Rose. I’ve never seen him like this before.”
“Like what?” I ask, genuinely curious.
“Like he cares about something other than himself.” Drake draws patterns on my bare shoulder. “There’s a connection between you.”
I let that sit, unsure what to do with it.
Drake kisses my forehead. “You don’t have to choose. I’d never make you do that.”
I’m too tired to process everything, so I close my eyes, letting myself drift in the warmth of him.
I fall asleep tangled up with him, wondering if I’ll wake up and find it was all a dream.
But when I open my eyes next, Drake’s still there.
And I know everything has changed. I just don’t know what that means.
Twenty-Four
Rose
White flakes drift past my window silently, the first snow of the season transforming the academy overnight. Even Serpentine Academy, with all its darkness and secrets, looks almost innocent under fresh snow. Almost. I press my hand to the cold glass, watching my breath fog the pane. It's beautiful in the most ironic way, like finding a tree with perfect red apples growing in a graveyard.
"First snow," Drake says from behind me. "I used to love the first snow when I was alive."
I turn to find him lounging on my bed, arms crossed behind his head. Yesterday’s activities seem to have relaxed him somehow. The thought makes my face feel hot.
