It was only fair that I treat them as equals, even when I was in front of each of them. It was the only way I could think to make them realize I needed all of them, equally, and that I wasn’t going to settle for one.
Drake’s words made me pause, though, for multiple reasons. He seemed genuinely encouraging of this, and it sounded like he could sense Lincoln now too.
Can you pick up on his thoughts or feelings through the bond?
I can sense his moods like I could you before we completed our bond. I can’t hear his thoughts, though. I think he has a wall up for anyone other than you, but this confirms what we know about the Coniuncta bond. There is definitely a connection between us now that wasn’t present before.
As Lincoln and I parted, he pressed a quick kiss to my forehead before tucking me against his side. He clicked his tongue a few times before asking, “So, who wants to explain why the fuck I feel this shithead’s emotions and him prodding at my mind?”
I nearly choked on my spit at the blunt manner in which he asked, and I looked at Drake immediately. He chuckled and shrugged back.
I think this is a conversation best had between you two in private, Comoara. If you want me to stay, I will, though.
No, you’re right. I need to pull my big girl pants on and just lay it out there for him.
I think Lincoln and I actually would agree for once on the fact that we want you to pull your pants off.
His words made me roll my eyes and laugh.
Maybe it wouldn’t be like talking to two equally obstinate brick walls about the idea of having to truly share me. Drake was really, really impressing me with his attitude about it today. It gave me hope that Lincoln would come around that quickly too.
With that cheeky statement and a wink, Drake flashed over toward the portal and began talking to the few vampire students I recognized. We probably had the least number of students present in the pavilion, but I wasn’t surprised by that. Our sector was used to danger and a cutthroat environment. It would have shocked me if a bunch of them left due to the threat hanging over the Academy.
Placing my hand on Lincoln’s chest, I peered up at him as he stared a hole in Drake’s back. “I’ll explain it to you, but let’s go to one of our rooms. It’s a bit too hectic here for my liking.”
As we spoke, I picked up on the conversation of a few nearby witches.
“Did you hear they’re saying it’s one of the freshman witches who killed the students?”
Holy hell. There was so much for Lincoln and me to talk about.
It was getting harder and harder to drown out the dozens of conversations going on, and I really wanted some peace and quiet for us to have this talk. Especially if it didn’t go well. We didn’t need an audience for that, considering he was still a member of the faculty, and I was now a representative of the board.
With a nod, we sped together toward our sector, not stopping until he opened his door and ushered me in. As soon as the door clicked shut behind us, he was on me. His hand wrapped around my throat, and he slowly backed me up step by step until my back smacked into the far wall.
“Tell me, Princess,” he purred in a low rumble as his eyes swept over me from head to toe. “If I flip you around right now, am I going to see a third mate mark?”
What should have been a straight-forward question sounded instead like a veiled threat, and the rumble in his voice as he asked had my legs rubbing together.
That was the thing I’d never get enough of between Lincoln and me…the push and pull for control. I knew he didn’t want me to have the mark. Fuck me, hereallydidn’t want that to be the truth.
I also knew with his territorial ways that it would make him want to mark in a whole other way once I admitted it. Was it wrong that I wasn’t mad about that fact? While I wanted them each to accept that they were all going to be a part of my life romantically moving forward, there was just something about a possessive, over the top jealous man that made my core tighten with lust.
Some may think that’s trash, but hey, what’s the saying? One woman’s trash is another’s treasure?
My tongue darted out to wet my lip, dragging his focus to my mouth. His nostrils flared as he slapped his palm onto the wall beside my head before he leaned down to be nose to nose with me. “Tell me, Princess,” he demanded.
The veins on his exposed forearm bulged, matching the pulsing vein running through the middle of his forehead. Reaching up, I brushed some of his fallen hair out of his eyes, smirking at him the entire time and refusing to break eye contact.
“Why don’t you just flip me around to get your answer?” I goaded, a smirk tugging at my lips. “I know you like me from behind, Sir.”
Images flashed through my mind of the way he fucked me against the window in my room. You’d think I hadn’t just been thoroughly fucked by Drake this morning with the way my body was coming alive for Lincoln, which just goes to show that I truly needed them all.
He sucked his bottom lip between his teeth, biting down hard as his chest rumbled. Hazel eyes bore into mine, promising to rip the answer from my mouth if I didn’t give it willingly.
“Never the easy way, Spitfire,” he mumbled, tightening his grip on my neck.
My mouth popped open as a small moan escaped with the pressure. My eyes fluttered, and I gave in as he spun me around, pressing my cheek into the wall as his fingers deftly moved my hair to the side, exposing the mark.
