Page 16 of Rose and Shadows
It had been best for me to stay above ground.
And I guess while I was embracing the whole feeder thing, my dad was seeing that I was no longer limiting myself and compromising my true power set available to me with his Ancient blood running through my veins. Something I couldn’t afford to do in light of formidable enemies like Victor Halrow targeting me. Wraeven Academy had also been majorly reinforced with protection protocols and wards, so that gave him comfort. I was learning, embracing, and training through my fights at Graverun where I now used the full breadth of my hybridized nature. And I knew my dad had people watching me here, so he was aware of all of that.
Before this Morien thing, my dad had been concerned about bringing Sylas into the Shadow Tunnels. A necromancer and a whole massive army of mostly vampires didn’t exactly seem to play well on paper. But with the stakes rising horrifically and then my dad getting to know Sylas, analyzing him and all that, he’d relented and allowed him underground after all.
It was a lot, for sure.
I breathed in the fresh air and the surrounding tranquility of the natural surroundings.
Although I’d been working hard to embrace my vampire side, I wasn’t going to discount my wolf. It was one reason I’d takento slotting these wolf runs into my daily schedule. Today I was planning to shift while bringing out my fangs and then my talons instead of my claws.
I reached the spot and stripped off my tank. I didn’t want to ruin my clothes when I shifted. Especially these black tanks I had a bunch of from my dad. They were what I’d been wearing when I’d been down in the Shadow Tunnels with him, and they reminded me of that time—our early days of getting to know one another, of finally building a relationship. I was wearing my tactical pants now like I used to a lot before. There’d been a time when I’d gone the jeans route for a long while as I’d felt freer and all that when I’d grown close to Velra, Sylas, and then Cassius. But with the external shit happening, I guess I was constantly on guard and that was coming through with the pants thing.
I opened my belt, popped my fly, then pulled them off. I even had boxers on these days and I tugged them off too.
I went to toss the clothes aside, but I stopped myself and gathered them and put them neatly in front of the trunk of an old oak tree. Sylas had been harping on about being tidier when we’d stayed at Cassius’ place, and I’d gotten into the habit of it. I mean, Cas hadn’t seemed to give a fuck. Although nobody on the outside would ever think it, he was actually really chill with that sort of stuff. Super accommodating.
I finished placing my clothes down, then rose to my full height, turning toward the large clearing and cracking my neck, preparing to call the wolf and the vampire as one.
But then a familiar rush of power caught my attention, pulling me up short.
A chill whispered across all my exposed skin.
A very welcome chill. One that had my breath catching, my cock reacting fucking fiercely.
And then, just as suddenly, purple magic erupted right in front of me.
Velra burst from it and lunged at me.
It wasn’t enough to knock me back.
But her shadows slithering around my wrists and ankles, then tugging harshly, sure were, as she used them to slam me up against a tree and pin me there, spreadeagle.
“Missed you, sweets,” she crooned, as she strutted the short distance to me where her shadows had one fuck of a sexy dominating hold on me.
I grinned. “My fuckingWraithqueen.”
Her eyes flamed in that gorgeous lustful way.
Yeah, she fucking liked that from me.
“Thought we were meeting a little later for lunch?”
“I got out of class early.” She stopped in front of me and pressed her cold hands to my overheating chest. It felt like heaven, making me moan out just at that slight touch. “Figured I’d have my dessert first.”
Mmm.“Then take your fill, love.”
She ran her hands over my pecs, down my stomach, feeling up my abs. “You know, there’s still something I haven’t shown you yet.”
“What’s that?”
She smiled coyly, then her purple power sparked on her palms against my skin. It had me jolting.
That was just the start of it as I watched four shimmering purple hands running all over my chest.Shit.
She dropped to her knees and gasped my thighs.
Our gazes clashed and then she had me crying out as she opened her mouth and her frost ghosted over my cock, the freezing intensity of it a cross between pleasure and pain.
