Chapter 35

Chapter 35

God, yes. This was incredible. I bowed my back into Marcus, knowing Adrian was watching me. Any other moment I would have been mortified, but tonight, I was acutely aware of everything that was happening, and okay with it at the same time. Maybe I'd lose this nerve in the daylight, but if they could all use the full moon to indulge in their deepest and most taboo desires, I could too. I was terrified to learn I wasn't human, and I was still confused as to what else I might be, but it didn't matter.

I was still me no matter what. Whether I had the power of a Pegasus or a witch or a gum drop inside me seemed irrelevant if it didn't control my day to day.

I ground my hips on Marcus' thigh, drinking in that friction of denim on my clit. He was completely hard for me, and I was going to fucking die if I couldn't have him inside me.

I attempted to reposition, wanting to kiss him again, driven by an urgent need to have his tongue filling my mouth, when his grip on me tightened. He stopped me from moving, and forced me to stay exactly where I was.

I turned my head enough to really look at him, only to see his chin dipped to his chest .

My eyes widened as his shaggy blond hair started to redden, and his rough grip turned brutal and sharp. His hands became larger and more powerful. Large horns extended from each side of his head, curling into the thick bones of a ram, and he breathed deep and slow and shakily. His expression contorted like he was fighting intense pain, his always muscular thighs started to thicken and bulk, and the feet dangling on each side of the dragon's back started reshaping into hooves. That denim tore as his entire lower body, from his hips down, sprouted dense red fur, and that sensation against my clit took on a completely different bend.

I jerked in his grip, not sure what to expect next, but Marcus didn't so much as flinch at my attempt. He held me as his transformation was fully realized, showing me exactly how overpowered I was in the hands of an Alpha. My half vampire classmate lifted his head slowly, until I was caged in the cruel, bright red, slitted eyes of a monster.

Of the Aries.

I gasped sharply as his teeth entered my neck faster than I could see him move. And the fight in me started to slip as he sucked the life force from my body in greedy gulps.

"Wait, wait, wait—we should slow down after all." I pleaded in sudden desperation. Confident and turned on as I was, I didn't want to die tonight.

"A little late for that, Baby Doll." He bit in harder, and I pushed against him, trying to communicate—to beg him to get a hold of himself as darkness started to spot my vision.

I was about to scream when a loud crash exploded beneath us. Before I knew what was happening, I was on my back in the basin, the water rushing from the broken edge of the fountain, and destroyed fragments of the statue raining down around us. Marcus was on top of me on hands and knees, shielding my body from crumbling stone. A heavy chunk struck his left horn, and he jerked his head to deflect it. The seconds felt like minutes as the last of the destroyed dragon settled in the now empty water basin.

The Fountain was destroyed, the statue was in ruins, the basin was crumbled, and the water erupted uncontrolled from broken spouts, spilling into the surrounding grass.

"Are you alright?" Marcus asked the second before he was yanked off of me by a red, clawed hand fisting his hair.

Adrian forced Marcus to his feet and shoved him violently against the remains of the still spouting, broken dragon statue. Dust and scuffs covered Adrian's horns where he'd charged and obliterated the massive fountain, and he held his brother, with a sneer on his face and in a strikingly similar body of hooves, fur, and horns.

The only difference between the two of them now was in the massive red, furry bat wings that adorned Adrian's back.

"She's mine." Adrian growled before he swung on his brother. His fist connected with his right cheek, and he stumbled to the side. Adrian was strong, but Marcus was faster.

Marcus appeared behind Adrian in a blur and grabbed him by the wing. He leveraged it to slam him into the ground, then pinned him under his knee. "Then take her from me." He hissed with a mischievous smile on his face .

It took one hard flap for Adrian to throw his brother off of him and into a pile of rocks. Both of them back on their feet, they charged each other, slamming their horns together in a loud bang.

I started to crawl backwards on my ass, as the two of them exchanged blows, biting, punching, clawing, and head butting each other like two big horns in rut. Suddenly being naked in the school fountain didn't sound so fun and brilliant. It was a wonder that it ever had, really. Moonbeams are a hell of a drug.

I rolled and got to my feet, then turned toward the cafeteria door to make a run for it. I made it all of five feet before a strong arm wrapped around my waist and pulled me back against a rippling, muscular chest.

"Where do you think you're going?" Marcus chuckled into my ear. He continued to hold me around the waist with one arm, then used his other hand to grab my neck and force my head back. I could smell his freshly spilled blood, still dribbling from the corner of his mouth. Something inside me fluttered at the scent of it.

Fluttered?

Displaced wind swirled around us as Adrian landed in front of us. He cocked back his chin and looked down on me with more deviance than anger. "There's no point in fighting if there's no prize to be won."

"I think we've been going about this battle all wrong, Adrian." Marcus tightened his grip on my neck, sending new panic through my chest.

"Agreed, Marcus." Adrian nodded as he took a step closer, each of them saying the other's name had the air of issuing a truce. The shadow cast by his large, winged ram form completely eclipsed the light of the moon. "As much as I might enjoy killing you, we should let the lady decide."

I squirmed in Marcus' hold, but he was completely unbothered by my thrashing. If anything, he seemed amused by it. Maybe even turned on by it.

"Let's settle this right now." Adrian closed the last of the gap, and he placed his hand on my cheek, while Marcus kept me immobilized. "Tell me, Lila, who do you really want to take you tonight?" He traced a line beneath my eye with his claw, cutting a shallow slit along my skin. To my surprise, my own body had enough natural healing in this form to quickly patch the knick. "Decide."

"I can't." I managed, at a loss for how to respond. "I can't pick either one of you." I inhaled and exhaled deeply, as Adrian traced the line of my cheekbone down to my lips, then sank his claw into his own mark. Blood trickled down my chin at the sharp intrusion.

"She's right." Marcus moved his arm on my waist down to my hips, and he pulled my body tighter against him. His hard, thick Aries cock pressed against my lower back, and the soft fur on his quads tickled my hamstrings. He huffed against my neck, warming his mark. "It's not fair to ask her to make a choice without a demonstration."

My eyes widened when Adrian pressed his hardness against my navel, sandwiching me tightly between their powerful, monstrous bodies. They were both fucking huge, and I didn't know how I was supposed to take either one of them. Let alone both of them.

"Fine." Adrian's beast purred. He lifted my chin, and pressed his lips against mine with unexpected softness. "Do you want us to demonstrate, Darling? "

Marcus' hold on my neck loosened. He dropped his hand to my shoulder and squeezed my arm, while he nipped at my pointed ears. "Do you want us both to fuck you, Baby Doll?" His whisper shook through me, straight to my core.

Consent . I recalled the way Adrian had told me, back when I'd tried to disown my own involvement in that night in the cafeteria, that he couldn't have done anything to me in this form without my consent. If I hadn't said yes, would it all have stopped? Would I still, to this day, be a virgin? Would Marcus or Adrian even care that I existed if not for everything that was set into motion back in the month of the Capricorn?

If I said no right now, they would most likely have to let me return to the dorm unharmed…

And unsatisfied.

Scared as I was, there was a carnal and deep need in me that didn't want to say no. I craved the way they wanted me, and I couldn't get enough of it. For once, it wasn't about my self-esteem. It wasn't my social isolation trauma calling the shots. It was something deeper than that. A vague urge I couldn't pinpoint, but was so, so desperate to be fed.

"Don't disappoint me." I said, a curt smile stretching across my lips.

"That's all you had to say." Adrian said, the second before he fisted my hair and jerked me forward. Marcus released me, so Adrian could manhandle me by my head. He force me down to my knees, and I caught myself on my hands. I obediently stayed where I was positioned .

Marcus sank to his knees behind me. He stroked my back with massaging pressure, working knots out of the muscles along my spine, and relaxing my body all the way down to my ass. "I'm going to need you to relax if you're going to take all of me." He kept kneading my muscles with his strong fingers. Marcus didn't have sharp claws like the professor, but he had all of the finger strength I could have asked for after so many long nights studying and doing homework. He drew exquisite circles as he kneaded my thighs then my calves, then my ankles, taking extra care to rub the arches and balls of my feet.

Adrian dropped to his haunches next, so his cock was level with my chin. He started brushing his fingers through my hair, while he massaged my neck. He pressed into my shoulders, easing the tension, then he raked his claws along the front of my throat on his way back up, using enough pressure to feel threatening but not enough to break skin. "I'm going to need you to relax here too, Darling." He whispered, and it occurred to me exactly what I'd just agreed to. One in front and one behind.

"I've never—" I started then stopped myself in pure shame. I'd never sucked a dick before in any capacity, and I didn't know at all what I was supposed to do.

"She's still a Virgo in her throat." Marcus spoke up for me with a playful smirk. He was still massaging my ass, while the head of his cock pressed lightly against my entrance, threatening but not committing just yet. "I suggest you be gentle with her."

"It's a good thing I'm a teacher then, isn't it." Adrian chuckled as he stroked my chin. "Don't worry, Darling. I'll walk you through it." He threaded both of his hands through my hair, brushing it back behind my ears, then he lined up the head of his cock with my lips .

I thanked every ounce of lunar magic that kept me from panicking as he opened my mouth with the slightest nudge forward, and Marcus filled the first inch of my pussy in perfect time.

"Breathe through your nose." Adrian instructed as his cock head skated over the top of my tongue. He tasted amazing, like a slightly sweet mixture of sex and rosemary. He pulled back out, after only entering my mouth half way, then he entered me again, sinking closer to the back of my throat this time. He was still stroking my hair with the utmost care, for the smallest distraction from the intrusion.

Behind me, Marcus had sunk nearly to his hilt. He grabbed my hips and pulled me back until I took his last inch. He filled me completely, and a shudder of pleasure shook through my spine on each slow pulse. He was moving in a way that was unusually careful, fucking me so slow that he never bumped my body forward. He kept up that excruciating tempo, dragging his head over my g-spot over and over again with effortless precision.

My focus was split between the both of them, trying to go a little deeper every time I slipped my lips over Adrian's shaft, while my toes curled every time Marcus nudged those inner nerve endings. This position felt so different than being on my back, and my thighs were near buckling from the new angle. The grass of the Graves courtyard chafed against my knees, as Marcus started increasing the pace.

"He's going to start fucking you harder." Adrian said in that calm, instructor's voice, while he continued to stroke my hair. "And I'll be entering your throat deeper as a result." His cock filled my mouth, now plunging all the way to the back of my tongue. I gagged on reflex, and he pulled out enough to let me recover .

"Relax," He reminded me again, eerily gentle when spoken by a winged, horned demon. "I'm going to go as deep as I can again, and focus on trying not to gag. You can train your reflexes, but we'll take it slow until you get there."

It's not like I could answer, so instead, I just did as I was told. He hit my gag reflex again, and I hyper focused on breathing through my nose in an effort to lessen the reaction. He withdrew and entered deeper.

"Squeezing your fingers into your palm can help, Baby Doll. Hold your thumb and focus on the pressure." Marcus' told me, as his grip firmed on my hips. He slowed the pace again, giving me the relief to focus on the task at hand. I balled my hand into a fist and squeezed. I didn't understand the science behind it, but the harder I squeezed, the easier it was to take just a little more of the professor.

"You don't have to take it all." Adrian reassured me when only half of his cock was already enough to dip fully into the back of my throat. I kept breathing fiercely through my nose, my eyes were watering, but I wanted to do it. Every time I heard a low moan slip through his lips, I wanted more. "Use your hand." He reached down and took my free hand, while I supported myself on my fist. He lifted my palm to the half of his cock that wasn't buried in my mouth, and I obliged by wrapping my fingers around its girth. He pulled back and pressed in again, starting to fuck my throat with more consistent motions. I matched his rhythm with my hand, pumping and sucking on him in smooth strokes. My saliva drenched his shaft and dribbled down my lips, and the heavy lubrication made it easy to increase the pace.

"That's perfect." Adrian's voice was little more than a rasp. "You're taking me so well." More of those moans were music in my ears, and every time I felt his grip tense in my hair, dopamine exploded in my soul. "Those lips are pure sin." His every breath unwound him further. It was a thrill knowing I was the one to do that to him. My gag reflex started to cooperate a little better each time I held him in my throat, and he was mindful to retreat any time he sensed it was too much. His ability to read my emotions kept us in perfect sync as I used my tongue and my fingers to get him off. I wanted to taste him. I wanted to know what his release felt like when he couldn't hold back anymore. I wanted him to lose his goddamn mind in the back of my throat, so I could swallow his sanity for good.

In a hard and sudden thrust, Marcus sent me forward, forcing another full inch of Adrian's cock down my throat. I gagged immediately, then pushed back my hips to focus on taking the other brother. Marcus had a thousand different sensations coiling together in my core, and I was seconds from snapping, while the slight pulse of Adrian's cock in my mouth told me he wasn't far off either. One man worked me towards my release, while I worked the other towards his, and I was getting an indescribable thrill from both. These two rams knocked me back and forth between each other in a silent battle, having no idea that I was the one winning both of their fights.

I had given myself to the rhythm when both men abruptly pulled out of me. My protest was lost before it ever existed when Marcus grabbed me by my hair and yanked me upright. He put me on my back between them, then he lined up his cock with my lips.

Adrian smirked down at me, no complaints and no apologies. Then he spread my legs and shoved into my pussy as Marcus slotted his cock in my throat .

The new angle hit different, and somehow, like this, my throat felt more relaxed. I took his length easily, and all I wanted now was to see how far I could go.

"You can tell me in here if it's too much." Marcus spoke directly into my mind.

"More." I begged in kind. I reached over my head and grabbed his hips. He let me control the speed and fullness of his thrusts, and I worked towards taking him down to the furthest inch. His flavor was opposite Adrian's, spiked with sage and apples and cinnamon. He was a mix of my fluids and his, and I savored every stroke as my taste buds skimmed that combined dessert.

There were tears in my eyes, and pure satisfaction on his face, and the power in that was overwhelmingly satisfying. At this angle, I could see every shift in their expressions, and I was finding absolute power in the helpless whimpers and half lidded eyes of powerful, monstrous Alpha Rams.

"Your body is heaven, Lila." Adrian groaned as he neared the brink.

"Every inch of you is perfection." Marcus rasped, while he idly stroked my jaw. It wasn't enough. I wanted to taste more of him. I didn't know if I could swallow it all, but I wanted to try. "That filthy mind is also perfection." He chuckled. "I promise I won't let you spill a single drop, Baby Doll."

I didn't get a chance to counter when Adrian nudged that pressure point for the last time, sending me to the moon. My pussy clenched in waves of intensity, and I cried a muffled whimper along the dick still deep in my mouth. My mind went blank with orgasm, and both men dug their fingers into me as they lost themselves inside me. Pure heat filled my core, and liquid sex filled my throat. I choked and gagged on the force of his orgasm, then swallowed fast and hard to prevent myself from choking come through my nose.

My breathing was rasped and out of control, energy and brilliance rippled through me, and I was so fucking alive.

So fucking wanted.

So fucking… tired.

The last thing I recalled was the sensation of Marcus' soft cock sliding out of my lax lips, and the cold air between my thighs as Adrian removed his warm body from between my legs.