Chapter 14 Veil between the legs
Warmth. That was the first thing I noticed when I woke up.
I was wrapped in a warm blanket that could only be made of one material. Flesh.
My eyes jerked downward, and a sleek, smooth line of abs stared back at me. I traced the line of natural-tan complexioned skin upward, thigh, hip, a narrow waist that opened into a large chest.
My gaze lingered on the abs, oiled and hardened, segmented into a pack of eight.
“Like what you see?”
I gasped, my head jerking up to find the eyes that were just like mine. Silver.
My cheeks burned in embarrassment, at the sight of his naked chest. At the memory of my dream.
“Morning.” When did they climb into bed with me?
My heart kicked.
Was that why I had that dream? Did we… Did they…
“Necrophilia’s not a part of BDSM, wolf-girl.” The Dragon said, silver eyes still burning into mine.
“At least not the last time I checked.” The Mayor’s voice came from behind me. “With these humans, you can’t be certain. They may have changed it between then and now.”
I swallowed, feeling my cheeks burn.
The warmth I felt in my sleep finally made sense.
I was sandwiched between both men, warm skin, naked and tangled together beneath silk sheets.
And they say nothing happened?
“Breathe, Lys.” The Mayor whispered in my ear, caressing my hair from behind.
“Like I told you yesterday…” He was so close I could feel his breath behind my ears. Warm and ticklish. “We are not the monsters Daine prefers the world to believe. We’ll not consummate this till you are absolutely begging for it.”
I shivered against his hard chest, pressed flat against my back, as the Dragon’s nipples brushed against mine, causing goosebumps all over my skin.
“For now, we need close contact.” The Dragon leaned in, his lips almost touching mine. “Get the bound-beasts used to each other.”
Our breaths were oddly in sync, staring into each other’s eyes. Was he going to kiss me, touch me?
“Reassure them it’s natural to fuse with something different.”
My skin grew warm, tingling beneath his warm breath.
“You have no objections, yes?”
I swallowed. “I’ll do anything you want.” I whispered.
Obey, but never Surrender.
He smiled. The first real smile with a hint of happiness since we met.
“Your Alpha asked you to breathe.” He leaned away.
“What?”
“If you were not so terrified,“ he smirked, “You would have noticed you can feel your body again.”
“I’m not terri…” My eyes widened as his words settled, and unfurled like scrolls in my brain.
I glanced down. My body? I tried to move my hand, and it moved.
Just like in that dream, I could feel my body.
I gasped, staring wide-eyed at my hand like it did not belong to me. The heat, their skin, their bodies against mine. It all made sense now.
It made sense why I could feel it. The fire of the Dragon, and refreshing Peppermint of the Alpha.
“Do you mean to feel out my dick. Or you’re yet to have absolute control over your limbs?”
My head snapped up, and I stared at him, stunned. The Mayor was chuckling softly behind me.
Why would I… my gaze fell, and I yanked my hand away. My cheeks flushed in embarrassment.
Squeezed between them like this, my hand had really been resting against his…
“I’m sorry.” I licked my lips nervously. “It was a mistake.”
When I tried to get up, his hand shot out and pressed me back to the bed.
“You’ve got the habits of a submissive down pat.” He nodded slightly, impressed. “Never touch your dominant without express permission. But you should also never move without his permission.”
His eyes were like clear glass, glinting.
“Oh.”
I barely understood what all those words meant, but I had no problem seeking permission from them before I did anything.
Between ballet classes, and my parents, I understood complete obedience. “OK.”
“Now, stand up.”
They peeled away from me, and cold air rushed to replace their warmth. The sudden sense of loss I felt at this was unsettling, but I shuffled to the foot of the bed.
Aching to pull the bed covers with me, I stood on my own two feet.
Still half in disbelief that I was walking again, I faced them.
They stared back at me.
Their eyes traveled the length of my body like I was a mannequin at a luxury shop. Right then, the Mayor reached for his lover.
The Dragon caught the hand, and laid it flat against his chest, as if he wanted him to feel his heartbeats.
“Tall,” he said then. “Impressively tall.”
“Pixar mom? Is that what you call this figure?” the Mayor asked, his hand had escaped the Dragon’s grip and was now running down his lover’s abs, squeezing, scratching in a way that must hurt.
I wondered if they fucked last night while I was asleep, but immediately slammed the thought down.
Goddess. I had to keep my head. Nothing mattered more than staying alert. Guarding my heart.
My head dropped, and I stared down at my flared hips they were staring at. I had no idea what this mom build was, but these hips had been my biggest obstacle as a ballerina.
Ballerinas were expected to be stick-thin, with no extra flesh jutting out anywhere.
However, when puberty came, my waist stayed the same, but my thighs thickened and my ass jiggled when I moved.
“I don’t know what it’s called.” I looked up again.
“What would you like to do first?” His hand was on the Dragon’s thigh now, middle finger lazily trailing upward.
From the way the Dragon’s muscle was spasming, I knew it would not be long before they lunged for each other again.
I’ll need just my middle finger to rip the veil between your legs.
I swallowed.
“This.” I exhaled, and my bones moved, shifting.
They reshuffled the way they had mastered after years of practice. The world shifted from its many colors to just gray.
Rhea and I were one again, and I was standing on four legs.
My white fur rippled, catching the light as both men sat up to stare down at me.
I spun, and bounded out the door. Lightheaded from the thrill of being able to leap down the stairs like this.
Turning west, I ran past the grand hall that held the decorative bowls with crystals, past the kitchen with an aromatic scent of garlic and saffron, and burst into the clean morning air of December.
Finn froze as I ran past him in the garden which had witnessed all that happened between us last night.
I circled the lake, my eyes trained on the expanse of woods behind the mansion.
A second set of paws reached my ears, hurtling fast towards me. I glanced back to find the majestic wolf who had lived two centuries and more.
He tilted his head in challenge, eyes a crimson red.
I picked up speed, my hind legs kicking brown earth up into the air.
But the grey wolf moved like the wind. He caught up with me, raised a brow in mockery, and ran past me.