Page 104 of Shattered Stars
“The chancellor wants it to be true, Rhi. That’s all.”
Azlan glances at his watch. “We need to get going. Otherwise York will ask questions.”
“No, not yet,” Rhi says firmly.
“If we delay–”
“Not yet,” she says, grabbing a fistful of my shirt and fistful of his jacket and dragging both of us onto the sofa. Azlan looks like he might argue about this, but I simply shrug. If she has the ability to wield crimson magic, I think we’d better start doing what this woman wants, and if she wants to rest her head against Azlan’s chest and her feet in my lap, so be it.
“I’ve been parted from you both for too long,” she says, snuggling up, “and my bond has been mighty unhappy about it.”
For once my stubborn-assed friend seems happy to fold. He wraps his arm around her shoulder and kisses the crown of her head. “You’re right, too long. I’ll think of some excuse for York.”
She smiles and murmurs like a contented little cat, and I guess I should be content to just snuggle like this, comfort her after the rough day she’s had. But the way she’s laid out between us is giving me ideas, hot, freaking explicit ideas. Besides, there may be far better ways of offering her comfort.
“You know what else has been a long, long time since we did?” I growl.
“We did that only yesterday,” she murmurs, eyes closed, although she rubs the sole of her foot against my groin making me instantly stiff.
“But it’s been a long time since the three of us were together,” I say and her eyes flicker open, registering the heat in mine.
“Oh,” she says.
“Rhianna has had–” Azlan begins but his words are interrupted as she cups her hands around the back of his neck and drags his mouth down onto hers.
My bond sparks into life watching the two of them and I can’t help thinking about Azlan’s cousin. The golden boy of the academy. Was he really made for her too? Could that even work? The boy is arrogant, self-obsessed and fucking good looking.
“Professor?” she says, grinding her foot against me now.
“Yes, Miss Blackwaters?” I ask.
She crooks her finger and beckons me closer and I kiss her while Azlan busies himself removing her clothing. Soon she’s perched between us in only a bra and her panties. I double-take.
“What the hell!” I say, taking in silk and lace and a serious lack of material overall.
“Azlan bought them for me,” she says.
“Dirty bastard,” I say, grinning at my friend.
“I couldn’t fucking help myself,” he mumbles.
I trail my hand up her ribcage, cupping her tit and squeezing it through the silky material. “Fuck,” I say, “you look like Christmas all wrapped up in a pretty bow. One I want to tear apart with my teeth.” I growl, diving towards her.
“Nope,” she says, batting me away, “you are not ruining my nice new underwear, Professor.”
“Are you sure you’ve not ruined it yourself, little mate?” Azlan asks, sliding his fingers inside the gusset of her teeny, tiny panties and making her whine. “Ahh, yes. Yes, you have. Already so wet for us.”
She grinds against his fingers, squealing with frustration when he draws his hand away.
“It’s been a long time and I want you coming round my cock, not my fingers.”
She gives him one hell of a bratty scowl – the kind of look that does something unhinged to me and I’m pinning her down on the sofa in the next heartbeat and tearing away those panties.
“How about I come around both your cocks,” she says breathlessly, as I line myself up with her glistening-wet pussy.
“You will. First mine, then his,” I say, taking her hands in mine and pinning them above her head.
“No,” she says wildly, shaking her head as I thrust into her. “Together. I want you together.”
