Chapter 9: Eldritch

Chapter Nine

Eldritch

M y back hits the mattress as I study my beautiful mate. Charity’s light brown hair falls around her shoulders, while her big blue eyes take in every inch of my skin that’s on display.

I grab for her hips and pull her over onto my pelvis. My eyes won’t stop migrating to her chest. She has lovely breasts that my hands ache to hold. I wouldn’t mind feeling them brush my bare chest as an alternative activity.

Charity stretches to meet my mouth, and the height difference becomes apparent. I sit up in a curl to make it easier for her tongue to slide around mine. My shaft jolts as she grinds it against my lower stomach. I’m torn between cupping her cheek and removing the layers of material separating us.

I go for the latter.

My fingers brush her hip bones, and I tug her panties down. The undergarment is unusual in Faere, as is the binding she wore on her breasts. She kicks out of the fabric, and I relish the feeling of her soft skin.

It’s nearly impossible to focus on anything with the way her tits plaster to my skin as she deepens the kiss.

Gods, she’s burning up.

That’s why it’s called going into heat . My wyvern projects the thought into my mind.

I imagine he’s right.

The quickening is a very similar process to the heat cycle shifters experience.

Our bite is likely what prompted the onset , he adds particularly smugly.

“Eldritch, I ache.” Charity moans against my lips.

“Tell me how to help you,” I practically beg.

I blink in shock, watching her crawl down my body. Her naughty little tongue flicks over my nipple, and it’s surprising to realize it’s an erogenous zone for me. She teases lower toward my hip bone and even into the trail of hair that disappears into my pants.

A groan slips from my lips.

Her nails scrape over my lower stomach as she tugs at my bottoms. I lift up with my feet to allow her to push them down my thighs. My cock slaps against my abdomen, and I kick out of my pants the rest of the way.

Charity’s hand wraps around my shaft, and her skin scalds mine. “Okay, so, this is a new one for me.”

“My knot?” I ask, fighting the urge to thrust up into her grip. “All alpha shifters have them.”

“No, the whole foreskin thing, but I’m eager to learn. We can do that together.” She grins, her hair falling around her pretty face.

The Gods certainly gave me a gift when they decided this beautiful female would be my mate. I’m still baffled how we found each other, but this doesn’t feel like the right moment to push the issue.

She slightly tightens her grip, and her mouth dips to my crown.

If I wasn’t so entranced by the feeling, I might find the words to ask her what this sorcery is. Copulation requires me to enter her, but not her mouth. Although, it does feel fucking fantastic.

The wyvern sends me a barrage of images that make my cock jolt, dribbling pre-cum, as he continues to taunt me with all the things we should be doing.

I consider myself far from hedonistic, so he must be at least partially in control as I wrap my hand in her hair, tugging her off my shaft.

Charity’s eyes are slightly hazy, but she gives me a lopsided smile that causes a low growl to rattle free of my chest.

My hand lands on her hip, and combined with my hold in her hair, I’m able to pull her up my body.

The naughty little thing reaches between us to glide my crown through her slick lower lips while I’m still trying to process all the scenes the wyvern is busy forcing into my mind.

“Wait, is this okay? I kinda just assumed.”

The sensation seems to steal all the breath from my lungs as she falls on top of me. “Yes,” I grunt, still processing the feeling of her warm, wet heat stretching around my cock.

“Okay, that’s more intense than I remember,” she whispers.

The wyvern and I are in agreement that we’d like to wipe all memories of anyone else from her mind.

I’ve got the general idea of things.

And I’m an active participant.

Or I’m supposed to be.

I stretch both hands down, grip her ass, and lift her until only my tip remains inside.

My instincts scream to do something.

I’m just unsure what exactly that something is. Her inner walls clench around my tip, making me shudder.

I tug her farther down my length, and my chest puffs as she moans, gasping and nodding vigorously.

“You like that?” I ask to genuinely gauge her reaction.

“Yes, so much, but more. I need more!”

My entire body aches with the desire to please her. It’s frustrating to feel so ill-equipped to make that happen.

I wish I knew how to meet her needs.

I tense at the change in the atmosphere.

Tilting my head, my nostrils flare, attempting to pick up on what’s different. There’s a scent that isn’t completely unfamiliar, but no matter how hard I try, I can’t place it.

“You’ve done what very few can,” a masculine voice says, appearing in a cloud of silvery-blue smoke. “You made a completely selfless wish. I’m impressed. Almost no one is selfless when it comes to pleasure.”

My claws and fangs elongate as the wyvern fights me for control.

“Athos?” Charity gasps, glancing over her shoulder.

“Yes, darling,” the djinn coos, kneeling over my thighs and wrapping himself around her back. “Your mate made a request that I can actually honor.”

The wyvern’s yellowy-green gaze shines against Charity’s skin as my head tilts. He acknowledged that she is our mate, and we like that.

“Oh shit,” Charity whispers. “I didn’t hear a w?—”

“It was a thought.” Athos teases his lips over her shoulder. “One I could have ignored, but it was truly pure of heart, so I figured, why not?”

“Get the fuck off my mate,” I snarl, baring my teeth. He’s entirely too close to her for his pretty words to distract me.

“Ouch, your claws,” Charity yelps. “Don’t fret. This is Athos. He’s also one of my mates.”

“Oh, love.” The djinn beams. “You publicly claimed me. My heart seems ready to take flight out of my chest.” He peeks at me over Charity’s shoulder. “Would you like to scent me? It might help to calm your beast. We’re familiar with one another, and I’m here to help.”

“What, exactly, are you here to help with?” Charity asks as I focus on retracting my claws.

Athos winks. “Eldritch wants to ensure you feel amazing. I’m just here as backup assistance.” His hands land on her waist. “Allow me to help with his part. You focus on her tits and clit.” He pulls Charity until she’s upright and wraps a rune-covered forearm around her middle. “Did his dick turn you into a melty puddle?” He kisses her cheek, and I barely hold back the urge to swipe at him with my claws. “It seems like maybe you’re cock-matized.”

Charity’s hooded eyes meet mine. “He feels so good.”

“You do too, my love,” I assure her.

“She smells absolutely fucking delectable,” the djinn says, grinning. “Doesn’t she?”

“Like cherry blossoms.” I stare straight into her eyes, licking my lips.

“You’re both too sweet.” Charity whimpers, planting her hands on my abs. “I still ache.”

“My apologies for the delay,” Athos says. “Let’s see if we can rectify that and ensure we all enjoy ourselves along the way.”

“I didn’t mean to take away the intimacy of our first time together.” Charity grabs my hand, tugging me until I sit straight up.

“I called for him,” I force myself to say. “No need to apologize.”

It’s not her fault, even if I don’t have a single bloody fucking idea what’s happening.

Athos slides his hand down her middle, spreading her lower lips while using his other hand on her hip to guide her to begin to move. “See, female pleasure is somewhat more complicated than yours or mine. This tiny…” He chuckles darkly. “Button can be activated to intensify her enjoyment.” His fingers brush my knot as he circles her swollen nub with his thumb.

“I’m not completely unknowing.” I shake my hand free of Charity’s and swipe his fingers away.

I’m not sure when my claws disappeared, but it’s a good thing. Hurting her is something I would never forgive myself for.

“We’re going to talk about where you learned all of this.” Charity frowns at Athos over her shoulder. “Wow, I have no idea where these territorial thoughts came from.”

“I’d say your bond with Eldritch jump-started your fae genetics.” Athos grinds her over my length. It feels totally different from the bouncing movement of earlier. “And while it’s wildly intoxicating to know you’re protective over me, there’s too much talking going on. Kiss your wyvern.”

My heart thumps against my rib cage at the look of desire covering her face as she tilts her head up to look at me.

I bring my other hand into her hair at the base of her skull and lean down to capture her puffy lips.

She begins to swivel her hips in some pattern meant to force me to lose control, and the feeling of her tongue playfully teasing mine pushes me over the edge.

“Oh.” She grabs my hand that works her clit, and she leads me to a new pattern. “Shit, Eldritch, you’re very hard.”

My shaft swells, and the feeling steals all the breath from my lungs.