Chapter 15

Chapter 15

Wings wrapped around me like a cocoon, creating a barrier to block out prying eyes. In all of my shock, I'd nearly forgotten the mirror before us was actually a mirrored window, separating us from an entire audience of restaurant goers who could be watching with easy clarity from the other side.

That was when I realized I'd made a terrible mistake.

"W-wait." My voice shook, while Adrian's scaled hands returned to the straps of my velvet black dress. The texture of his palms was both rough and smooth at the same time. Each scale skated over my skin, and the way every individual plate flexed and shifted around the contours of his hands resulted in a constantly changing sensation. "We should go somewhere more discreet. What if someone sees you?" My rational brain was pounding on the captain's door, while my irrational desires hijacked the ship. My heart was drunk on the thrill of it, and I knew I needed to wrangle in those bad decisions.

I knew that, but it was near impossible to make myself want to. Maybe that was an effect of my own transformation, or maybe it was the moon getting in my head .

I might have to accept that they were right to keep blaming the lunar cycles for their choices.

"This is a business only for the magic among us. There are no consequences for revealing transformations." Adrian's already deep voice hit a lower octave, and I shivered as he purred into my ear. That was supposed to reassure me, but knowing he saw no need for restraint or discretion was more terrifying than comforting. "What a privilege it would be for any one of them to witness your pleasure." He hooked a thumb under the straps of my dress. "To gaze upon your breasts," he hummed against my neck as he pushed those straps from my shoulders, then started dragging them down my arms. The material followed, catching on my bra for only a moment before it dropped below my bust line. I was still shielded by his wings, but that didn't lessen the way the chill of the air engulfed my bare skin, reinforcing exactly how exposed I was. "To take in the view of the soft rolls of your body." He unlatched the belt around my waist, then continued dragging my dress down to my hips. The material dropped to my feet, leaving me in undergarments and black pantyhose beneath his wings.

He took a moment to roll down the high waist of my shapewear, then he ran his palms up the natural, rounded shape of my stomach until he reached my rib cage. Still hugging me from behind, he used a single claw to cut through the center of my bra, then he cradled the weight of each one of my breasts in his scaled hands. He squeezed the cups together, enjoying the way the underwire shaped and pushed my chest so high, before he let the cups fall away to nudge the straps from my shoulders and drop my bra to the floor. His warm breath was on my neck when he grabbed me again and squeezed me roughly. He drummed his fingers into my soft flesh, emphasizing the missing barrier between us .

I shuddered against him, and I sank my back into his chest for support. My professor took the time to memorize my chest, caressing each sphere of my breasts with the rough texture of his plated palms, and circling my nipples until they were firm between his fingers.

Adrian pressed his lips to my neck, while he toyed with each sensitive nub, tugging and rolling and pinching them with textured fingertips. Smooth and rough, he licked me to my jawline, leaving a trail of wet heat in his wake, then speckled kisses back down to my shoulder.

I was already his tonight, and I was happy to let my mind fixate on anything other than the revelations that would send my whole life crashing down. I didn't want or need to acknowledge the point to my ears as he nipped at them, or the slight pink and amber glow to my otherwise bland brown eyes. I had no idea the extent of transformation I was currently in, or what other aspects of my body might be different.

Tonight, I just wanted him to fuck me again. Tomorrow, I could deal with the consequences.

I closed my eyes, letting myself truly feel him. I didn't need any other sense right now. His touch was the only thing that mattered.

Adrian responded by resuming his descent. He gripped the snug fabric still hugging my hips, and he nudged it down, taking my shapewear and pantyhose past my thighs before he let them drop freely to the floor with the rest of my clothing. Moving back up my body, reading my shapes through his fingertips, he growled against my shoulder as if he was losing his mind purely by my proximity. "Your body is a work of art, Lila. "

"It's not." I said without thinking. Emotion overwhelmed me just hearing that sentiment, and my immediate instinct was to protest. I'd never loved my body. I had never been perfect or pretty or skinny enough, and I didn't look like the women in movies or magazines. From my first elementary school crush to my first day of college, no one had ever told me I was anything other than ugly and unwanted. I was a loner, a nerd, a loser, too thick, too tall, too awkward, unattractive and boring.

Why did he feel so differently? Even before he'd shifted, he complimented me. So did Marcus, so did Ceto, even Linda and Evelyn—who had no reason to lift me up—had only been positive. Was it all some kind of joke? A prank to give me confidence so they could tear it down with new violence later?

Nothing had changed about me from when I was in high school. I was still the girl whose crush gave her an "anti-valentine" in elementary school, when everyone else got candy hearts, and the same woman who was shoved in a locker by a group of girls when I dared to go to a school dance alone. The one who had her clothes stolen during gym, so I would have to wear those ugly shorts all day, after another girl snapped a picture of me changing in the locker room, so she could put it online to get laughed at by strangers and classmates.

And yet, since I'd come to Graves, no one treated me like that. When did that perception shift happen? Why? Was it a change of location that did it, or… something much more than that?

I touched the points of my ears, feeling them for myself. My throat bobbed under a nervous swallow, while I was so overwhelmed by everything that was happening, I knew I didn't have time to truly appreciate the implications .

"You think I'm wrong?" He purred in my ear, challenging my own lack of confidence. Bare in his hands, cocooned in the dark barrier of his wings, he examined my body through his explorative touch, like he was gathering evidence to contest my claim. The pressure deepened on every pass over my skin, as though he was thrilled to be allowed to touch me, and was worried I might disappear if he stopped. He treated me with such need, I knew it wasn't fear that was holding my heart in a vice grip anymore.

"Who ever made you question your beauty?" He followed my curves with increasing need, like he was desperate to memorize my every inch. "What mortal dared to tell a goddess she was a commoner?" He enjoyed handfuls of my breasts again. "Who hurt you, Darling?" His touch rounded my stomach, then slipped down the contour of my pelvis to my inner thighs. He spread his claws over my skin, and he skated each cutting point back up my hips. "Because I promise I'll tear out their throats, bathe you in their blood, and build you a crown from their bones if they ever make you doubt yourself again."

I swallowed the lump of a sob, ignoring the feminine urge to send my monster to middle-America to tear an entire high school class to shreds. I wish someone had stuck up for me then, but what did I do to deserve that sort of promise now?

"It's okay," I said. "I know I'm not that perfect." I almost wanted to laugh at the ridiculousness of it all.

Adrian damn near scoffed as he laughed, like I was the only ridiculous one here. He dipped his fingers back between my legs, and he drew a line down my center. "Maybe you need to see what I see. "

His wings lifted, powerful and sudden, and he folded them neatly behind his back. The light of the full moon instantly overtook us, casting intense shadows over every contour of our connection. There, I was left staring at my reflection, bare in the window, with a monster's long, dangerous fingers spreading my pussy for an audience.

What if my classmates were watching me. Another teacher? An administrator? My dorm neighbors? Magic bar or not, we were still in the same town. Anyone could be on the other side of that window.

When I should have panicked, I found myself, instead, opening my legs to grant him more access. Maybe that was the Virgo magic talking, but even now, my racing heart only wanted more. I might regret it. I had no idea who was watching me through that tinted glass, or what humiliation was in store for me on the other side of the night.

He circled my clit, and I leaned back into his powerful chest, letting a moan leave my throat. Because if anyone had anything to say, I knew he would put every, single person who hurt me in their place. Maybe when he turned back into his human self, he wouldn't be so bold, but tonight, I'd relish in the fantasy.

What freedom it was to not have to care.

Adrian's lips stretched into a grin against my neck. "Such a good girl, Lila." He slipped the first finger inside me, then he followed it with a second. I watched him enter me in my reflection, satisfaction painting his expression with every gained inch. "Watch yourself break." He withdrew, using my own arousal to draw a line up my center, and leaving a glistening trail along the way. "Watch the way this perfect vessel brings you so much pleasure." He nudged over my clit, grazing every nerve ending with the smooth scales of his fingertips. "And let yourself feel how this body serves you."

My lungs hitched when he started rubbing up and down in gentle, flicking motions. Adrian bit into my ear, then sucked on it to distract me from the anxiety I'd been feeling, seeing every imperfect bump and curve on such bold, unrestricted display. I wanted my body smoothing under suit, my flattering belt, and my pretty dress, but when he slipped low between my legs again, dipping his fingers back into my pussy, and watching me through our reflection with the eyes of a ravenous wolf, a combative defiance in the back of my heart was glad I didn't have them.

Was that confidence really mine? Or was this part of my transformation, too?

"How many times will you unravel for me tonight, Darling?" His growl was inhuman, as if to remind me that the man currently working me towards orgasm wasn't my professor at all. If what he'd said was true, this was an entirely different consciousness for an entirely different monster, who had no bearing or connection to Adrian Karras' sane mind.

But then, the Pisces also spoke as if he remembered me—like this was a meeting Adrian's inner beast had been anticipating. If the Zodiac Shifter and my professor were two different forms of consciousness, then I could at least take comfort in the fact that this one unabashedly wanted me. I might never have Adrian's heart, but I could have his monster.

He bit into my shoulder until he drew blood, while he pressed his hard cock against the small of my back. His bite was pain, but his saliva healed me in the same breath. "I just want to please you," he purred. "I want everyone to see you writhing for me." He rubbed circles inside me, massaging just the right spot. "Won't you show them all that you're mine?"

I inhaled deeply, then placed my palm on his knuckles, and squeezed the rough scales to urge him to finger fuck me harder and deeper. The vibration of his amusement melded with my sharp gasp as he obliged me, plunging in to his last knuckle with his middle and index fingers, and dragging that textured heel of his hand over my clit.

I clenched on him instinctively, then I rolled my hips in wishful compliance, needing the movement to keep building my own high. I kept squeezing his knuckles as I rode his fingers in clear display of the restaurant window. My arousal coated his hand, smoothing the ride as I rode him with increasing desperation and aggression.

"Slow down, Lila. I'm not done with you yet." He hissed as he withdrew his fingers. He wrapped his arm around my shoulders, then leaned over me so I could watch as he tasted my fluids that drenched his fingertips. He made a show of sucking each digit clean, before he returned his lips to my neck. "Perfection." He whispered, and I flushed hot as an inferno. "You're so naughty to let me spoil dinner with dessert."

"Please don't stop." I breathed, barely able to rationalize. If this sort of eagerness to please was a trait of the Pisces, I'd look forward to March every year. "Show me how an Alpha Pisces pleases their mate."

"As you wish." He lifted my naked body into his arms, then he set me down on the edge of a table. I was still facing the mirror image of us, as he knelt down in front of me, and pushed my legs apart, giving the whole restaurant an unencumbered view of my pussy.

I held onto the edges of the table to ground myself, trying to convince my brain not to think about our audience, and I hoped I wasn't about to ruin my entire life over one, single night.

His wings stayed low, and my heart about stopped when the sound of a door opening rang through the open air. I was spread out on the table when the waitress walked over with two bowls of ice cream, melting slowly under a drizzle of hot fudge.

"The dessert you ordered, Dr. Karras." She said with a smile, completely unbothered as she placed a dish on each side of my spread thighs. The soft red glow to her eyes spoke to the magic in her blood. "I hope you enjoy your meal."

I was stunned into shocked silence as she returned to the restaurant without another word.

Adrian was just as unbothered, as he picked up the bowl of ice cream and held it over my bare chest. I was near hyperventilating, while he shook his head. "Don't worry about them. This is about you and only you." His complete disregard was unexpected, and I hoped that same fearlessness might rub off on me as I became a performance peace for the city of Graves.

The Pisces didn't care about revealing himself, feigning modesty, or holding back. He held my eyes in his, while a cruel smirk rested on his lips, and he tilted the bowl until the melted vanilla and warm chocolate sauce flowed freely over the edge .

Hot and cold dribbled onto my breasts, and he took his time coating my nipples until the sweet dessert was running down the shapes of my torso. The thin stream of cream snaked around the lines of my stomach, then continued along the v-line of my hips, until it was pooling at my pussy.

We remained locked in eye contact as he moved the bowl higher, until the sweet cream was dripping directly onto my lips. I took the bait, and I licked the chocolate from his mate mark in one slow stroke. A visible shudder crawled up his spine as I skated the tip of my tongue over the symbol of the Capricorn. His eyes flared, and I could feel the unbridled lust pumping between our bond as vividly as I felt his mouth crash into mine with unrelenting need. He balled his fist in my hair, and he forced his tongue deep into my mouth. I knew he wasn't Adrian right now—I knew that—but the thought of him kissing me made my heart pound harder still.

He kissed me until I was scratching at his back, begging him for air, then he moved his bruising lips downward, sucking and licking and cleaning the messy dessert the whole way down. He wrapped his long, monstrous, Incubus tongue around my nipples, one at a time, then sucked each one clean. The gills on his neck meant he never had to come up for air, and I was treated to uninterrupted, delicious electricity.

Bolts of pleasure followed his descent, while light flicks of his tongue lapped over my abdomen, dipping briefly into my navel, then sliding down to my lower lips. His tongue penetrated my folds, and he pressed against my clit every time he licked a little more ice cream off my body .

I focused only on my breathing as he kept licking and sucking, while he stroked my inner thighs languidly with the backs of his fingernails. My thighs shook against him, and he responded by tightening down his grip and forcefully holding me wide open. Before I could react, he pressed his lips to my core, and plunged that long, narrow tongue inside me. I gasped as he played my pussy with purposeful flicks along my inner walls, and my hips bucked under this new kind of pressure and movement.

I drew in a sharp breath, and fisted his hair for purchase. He kept nudging that spot, rubbing and playing me, while the brutality of his hold, as he forced my legs wider, instilled an intense reminder of his dominance. I was already on the cusp of insanity when he unhinged his jaw, and opened wider, encompassing the entirety of my pussy between his lips. He continued fucking me with his tongue, while he added a fierce and sudden suction across every sensitive nerve. The gills on his neck undulated slowly. He never let up, and I was letting him drag me to the end of the world, willfully drowning as he pulled me under.

"Too much. Too much." I was practically sobbing, clawing at his skull, begging him to slow down while hoping he wouldn't at the same time. I was grateful when he didn't listen to me, instead increasing speed and pressure, more in tune with my feelings than my words.

My muscles tensed to the point of pain, and I was holding onto him for dear life. Brilliant white filled my vision, leaving me on the edge, breathless, and reeling, and my ears started ringing from the rapid shift in blood flow. My eyes were still watering when Adrian pulled back suddenly and abruptly.

I near shrieked at the loss of tension, only to have my voice silenced by his lips reconnecting with mine. I could taste myself on his tongue and on his mouth, and I let myself be lost in that flavor of us.

The breeze of flapping wings cooled my burning cheeks as I became weightless. I opened my eyes to see Adrian rising into the sky, cradling me in his arms as he took flight on his Incubus' wings.

I clung to his shoulders. The monster who held me shook his head.

"I've got you, Lila." He purred. I didn't completely understand his meaning, until he shifted my body upward, then slid me back down onto his very hard, rigged, scale covered cock. My eyes widened at the suddenness of the intrusion, but my body eagerly took him in, sheathing his every rigged inch. I was still shaking, yet still fully aroused and ready, as I came down from orgasmic high. He reshaped my inner walls on the full thickness of his cock, and a new sense of adrenaline pulsed through me as he started fucking me at a thousand feet in the sky. His large wings beat like they were moving by their own will, and he timed his thrusts perfectly with the motion.

I clung hard to his shoulders, and I buried my face into his chest. The direction of the air changed abruptly, whipping upward over my skin when we started to drop. The night chill was replaced entirely by his body heat when we landed on a rooftop in an unfamiliar part of town, somewhere far from our balcony dinner date.

My back against the shingles and my arms around his neck, I let him take me then and there, the full moon illuminating our naked bodies, and the rough texture of the rooftop scraping against my back. His powerful thrusts slammed through me until my pussy was pulsing on his thick cock, and my mind was slipping into acute and rapid magic-soaked unconsciousness.