I push my jeans off my hips and wiggle them down. I toe off my shoes and then kick both shoes and denim aside. Casius chuckles. “Someone’s eager for their reward.”
He pulls me back into his arms. The feeling of his fully clothed body against my nearly naked one feels deliciously dirty. He cups my face with one rough palm—definitely not the hands of a bookworm; it makes me wonder what other interests Casius has—tipping my head to the side. His warm lips press against the side of my neck, kissing, licking, and gently nipping the sensitive flesh.
I lose track of how long we kiss. When he pulls away, I moan in protest. I want him, damn it. It’s not fair to wind me up and leave me needy and panting for more.
“You’ll get more rewards,” Mateo says, his eyes glinting wickedly. “If you succeed.”
I glance down at his pants and see the hard outline of his cock straining against the fabric. Good. I hope you get blue balls, Mateo.
I know better than to say that out loud. Instead, I give Mateo a sweet smile. “What’s next, professor?”
His lips twitch. He knows exactly what I’m thinking. “This.”
He waves his hand lazily through the air. Before I know it, my wrists are bound behind my back by some kind of rope. I twist my neck around, and I catch a glimpse of tassels hanging from the ends.
He’s used one of the tie-backs for the thick curtains that cover the windows.
“What the…” I tug my bonds, but they are tied fast. I glare at a smiling Casius. “Seriously?”
“I’m dead serious,” Mateo replies. He retrieves an hourglass from one of the shelves and places it on the table in front of me. “Here’s how this is going to work. You have five minutes to free yourself. Casius is going to distract you. If you succeed in loosening the ropes before the time expires, you can come. If you don’t…” His lips curl into a wicked grin. “Well, you can figure it out.”
I’m about to ask him how Casius intends to distract me when the dragon drops to his knees in front of me, his mouth an inch from my pussy.
Holy fuck. Mateo is fiendishly inventive.
I tug at the rope again, but it does nothing more than chafe my skin. I’m bound by Mateo’s magic, I realize. The only way to free myself is to use my own.
“Are you ready?” Mateo asks.
I nod.
“Then your time starts now.” Mateo flips the hourglass, and sand starts trickling down to the lower bulb.
I close my eyes and concentrate on the rope around my wrists. I can do this. Just as the thought flits through my mind, Casius slowly removes my panties, his tongue snaking out to lick the seam of my pussy. My hips jerk forward, but Mateo’s fingers dig into my flesh, holding me still, forcing me to take only what they give me.
“Focus on the rope, Aria,” he advises.
“You focus on the fucking rope,” I retort rudely.
Casius chuckles into my pussy. “I could stop,” he threatens.
“No,” I practically shout, goosebumps breaking out on my skin. So far, Casius and I have fooled around quite a bit, but this is brand new, and I’m greedy for more. “Don’t you dare.”
Both dragons chuckle.
I reach for the ball of magic inside me at the same time Casius’ tongue flicks against my clit. If it weren’t for Mateo holding me steady, my knees would buckle. I want to melt into the sensation, but I also don’t want Casius to stop, and I know he will if I don’t get to work on Mateo’s knot.
Once again, the magic is different. The ruby-red strands seem to pulse in time to the delicious sensations fluttering through my body. This time, when I mentally touch them, they eagerly respond.
Okay, I could really use your help here. Yes, I know how crazy it is to talk to my magic like it’s a person, but it worked before. Besides, I’m getting desperate. The more time Casius spends teasing me, the closer my orgasm gets, and I know that if I run out of time, he won’t let me come. Could you please untie my wrists?
Surprisingly, my magic seems to be ready to cooperate. Warmth radiates around my wrists, and I feel the gentle tugging of the ropes. Just when I think it’s working, Mateo pinches my nipple, breaking my concentration.
The thread of magic snaps back into me.
“That’s not fair!” I whine.
“I never said the game would be fair,” Mateo replies. “you have to be able to use your magic even when you’re distracted by outside forces.”
Outside forces like Zyrian gunning for my head. I’m really starting to hate when my dragons make sense.
Casius sucks my clit into his mouth, and I moan, wanting nothing more than to sink into the pleasure. Mateo pinches my nipple, and I jump. “Ow.”
“Focus on freeing yourself,” he orders.
I reach for the tangle of strands again, tugging at them in frustration, forgetting that they respond better to gentle coaxing. I grow irritated as they fight me.
I’m ready to give up when Mateo starts kissing my neck and shoulder, his touch on my breasts turning gentle. As my body relaxes into the sensations, my mind clears, and I find myself mentally apologizing to my magic.
My wrists are once again swathed in warmth, and I feel the gentle tug of the rope as my magic does its work. This time when Mateo pinches my nipple, I moan into the pain but don’t lose my concentration. I wiggle my wrists and realize I’ve almost freed myself. Just a little more.
Then Casius thrusts two thick fingers inside me, and I lose my grip on it again.
Dammit!
Both men laugh, and I realize I’ve cursed out loud.
With Casius’ fingers and mouth tormenting my pussy, and Mateo teasing my nipples while he kisses and nips my neck, I’m thoroughly distracted from my task. Glancing at the hourglass, I realize I’m almost out of time. Resolve stiffens my spine. Come on, Aria. You’re not going to lose, are you?
It takes a monumental effort to push aside my need and focus, once again, on the task at hand. This time, I refuse to allow myself to waver. The red strands dance over the knot, unraveling Mateo’s magic.
Finally, the rope falls onto the floor. Just in time. Three seconds later, the last of the sand runs into the hourglass.
“Yes,” I laugh in triumph. “Ta-fucking-dah. I’ll have my orgasm now, please.”
Mateo chuckles. “I’ll leave the two of you alone,” he says. “But first…” He wriggles his fingers, and the books on the table disappear. “Can’t have the two of you destroy the contents of this library, can we?”
Whatever. I don’t care about the books right now. I want my reward.
I hear the door close behind me. Casius doubles down on his attention, and almost immediately, my orgasm crashes through me.
“Don’t stop,” I gasp. “I want you. Please...”
“All you ever had to do is ask, little thief,” he replies. He sweeps me off my feet before I can collapse in a puddle of bliss and lays me out on the surface of the desk. He parts my legs, stepping between them, naked. I have no idea when he lost his clothes, and I honestly don’t care because he’s slowly sliding his thick length inside me. Filling me exactly the way I want.
“You feel so fucking good, Aria,” he growls. “I’m not going to go slow.”
I hold his gaze in mine. I’ve waited for this moment too. From the start, from the moment Pieter injected Casius’ blood into me, the magic has tugged me toward him, toward this moment. “I don’t want you to be. Fuck me, Casius. I need you.”
Without another word, he plunges inside me to the hilt. He sets a hard, punishing, delicious rhythm. Faster than I’d have thought possible, I find myself on the edge of orgasm again. “Please…” I whimper.
“So impatient.” He pulls out and flips me to my stomach. I don’t have time to complain because he’s already inside me again, fucking me from behind.
“Yes, yes…” I cry out.
In this position, he’s hitting all the right spots. His cock pounds in and out of my pussy, and I surrender to the pleasure. His fingertip presses into my asshole, and it’s so deliciously naughty that my orgasm rushes through my body like a tsunami.
If this is my reward, I’m going to be the star pupil.