I kissed him quickly while the professor turned to write something on the old-fashioned chalkboard, giving him a taste before anyone noticed. When I drew back, his eyes had darkened to dangerous sapphire, and he looked inclined to steal another taste.
Pain mustn’t have liked my attention being elsewhere, because he trapped my clit between two fingers, sliding up and down so sensation crashed through every nerve.
“Gods,” I breathed, digging my fingernails into his forearm, jolting when my fingernails sharpened, lengthened, and shredded the fabric. “I’m so—oh fuck—sorry.”
Pain’s laugh was quiet but no less lethal for it. I clenched, my inner muscles close tobegginghim for attention. “Don’t apologise for marking me, darling woe. Scratch me up all you want.”
I bit back a groan. My breathing became shallow, rapid as his shadows held me open for his touch, Madde’s kisses trailing down my shoulder, the assault of sensations almost too much to bear. What Pain did with his fingers had my ass leaving the seat, my back arching, pussy spasming hard.
“Pain,” I whispered. “God, I need—can you—” My face burned, and I knew his shadows told him as much because a very smug smile crossed his boyish face, turning him from sweet golden retriever to pure death god. When Madde’s lips moved back to my neck, Pain leaned in to brush his mouth over the shell of my ear.
“Is there something you need, my darling?”
“Your fingers,” I panted as my clitached,the desperation mounting until I sent pleading stares to Death and Miz. Their eyes were rapt on me, Death devouring the sight of my face while Misery watched the slick slide of fingers on my pussy. I dugmy fingers into Pain’s arm, their stares enough to ruin me. The droning voice of the professor blurred to nothing in my focus, my heartbeat drumming in my ears. I knew we were quiet and discreet, but gods it felt so dirty, so sinful to be touched like this in the back of a class.
“You have his fingers, little one,” Death murmured, making me gasp when his magic joined Pain’s, a thick tendril sliding over my stomach and up my ribs to brush my breast.
“Inside me,” I managed to breathe as Miz followed his example, shadows touching me all over, driving me wild. I couldn’t take much more.
“Good girl for voicing your needs,” Death praised in a low rumble, his voice like a physical touch itself, pushing me higher. I wanted my Torment, wanted all of them with me. Soon, I promised myself. Soon, they’d all be with me, and we’d all be safe.
I pressed my lips into a tight line to trap a moan when Pain guided two fingers inside me. Slowly, tantalising every inch as he slid deeper. It became harder to keep my noises contained when the soft glide of a shadow moved over my stomach, then my hip, and grazed a taunting touch to my clit. Miz laughed under his breath at the way my hips jerked, and grinned with vicious pleasure when I glared at him.
But my eyes dropped to half-mast when he used his magic to stroke circles around my clit, working me higher. I clenched hard around Pain’s fingers, sensations coiling, tightening, building.
“That’s our good girl,” Death murmured, his words just for me. “I can feel how close you are. Your sweet, perfect little hole must be strangling Pain’s fingers. Any touch would send you over the edge, wouldn’t it?”
I panted, a little sound escaping when Pain scored his teeth down my throat.
“I want to feel,” Madde said, and before I could even guess at his meaning, another finger eased inside me, then he stretched me with a second.
“Oh god,”I breathed, and had to clamp my hand over my mouth as their fingers moved in tandem, driving me to total madness and a release so explosive that I shook all over. Stars exploded behind my closed eyelids.
You’re so pretty when you come for us,Madde sighed through our bond, his tone dreamy. He kept up a constant stream of compliments as I floated back down, little quivers moving through my core and down my legs. When sound returned, it brought the professor’s monotone voice droning about the nervous system—when did we even begin studying the nervous system? I was mortified to remember we weren’t alone. We were in the middle of a lesson.
“You were quiet, don’t worry,” Death assured me, leaning across to catch my hand and kiss every knuckle and claw.
“And I’ll clean up the evidence,” Madde volunteered, sliding off his seat and onto his knees. Eager hands pushed my dress aside to set his mouth to me when Pain gently removed his fingers—and Madde rushed to catch them before Pain could move his hand.
“Jesus,” Pain breathed when my insane mate licked up every shining drop of me left on his fingers, then did the same with my pussy, putting my underwear back to rights and kissing the bow stitched on the soft cotton. I thought that was it, but then slurping sounds came and I realised he was licking the seat beneath me.
“I can’t tell if that’s clinically fucking insane,” Miz remarked, “or just insanely hot.”
Madde sat back with a grin, uncaring of the full lecture room. “Why not both?”
CHAPTER 17
CAT
When the lecture let out, my legs were still a little jellified, so I had to lean on Miz as we descended the old stone steps to exit Milton Hall. Thankfully, by the time we’d eaten and retreated to our new room—and scoured it for cameras and listening devices, both ordinary and magical—I’d regained use of my legs.
The room was surreal in that it was perfectly ordinary. There was the bed where I’d left it—far too small to fit me and five husbands—and there was my wardrobe still full of my clothes and the chest of drawers of my things. I clutched the duck plushie Miz gave me to my chest, sitting on the bed with my back to the wall as we discussed our plan for tonight. I was sad to leave it behind when we slipped from the room, all wrapped in cloaking magic.
I’d changed out of the pale silk dress into dark jeans and a black hoodie covered in tiny, cutesy knives. It fit my mood—stabby and protective. If anything got between me and myTorment, I’d rip through them with my claws. Or if those failed, I was armed with four shadow knives, made of magic from each of my bonded ones and sharper than any metal.
“Look, see,” Madde had said when I asked how sharp they were. Then he ignored our horrified cries and attempts to stop him as he carved my name on his chest. Right over his heart. “You can cut bone with these bad boys. Ooh, idea!”
“No!” we’d all shouted at once and managed to talk him down before he wrote my name on his bones.
