Thornhill Academy. Chapter 103

**Allison**

Kael’s eyes lock onto mine, that amber glow intensifying until it feels like he’s staring straight into my soul. “Tell us what you need, Trouble,” he rasps, his voice a velvet rumble that sends shivers racing across my overheated skin. His hand hovers near my arm, not quite touching, like he’s afraid one spark might ignite us all.

Evander shifts closer on my other side, his presence a wall of controlled fire. His fingers brush my shoulder, light as a whisper, but it’s enough to make me arch into the contact. “We won’t do anything you don’t want,” he murmurs, his breath warm against my ear. “But gods, pet, you smell like everything I’ve ever craved.”

The heat inside me surges, a tidal wave crashing through my veins, demanding more. My inner hellhound whines in my mind, impatient and needy. *Take them. They’re ours.* The dragon coils tighter, her heat mirroring mine, urging me forward with a sultry hum. *Let them claim you. It’s what we all need.*

I reach out, my hands trembling as I grasp Kael’s wrist and pull him down. “Touch me,” I breathe. “Please. Both of you.”

That’s all it takes. Kael’s mouth crashes onto mine in a kiss that’s pure hunger, teeth nipping at my lower lip, tongue sweeping in like he’s tasting fire. His hands finally land on me, one sliding up my thigh, the other cupping my breast, thumb circling my nipple until I gasp into his mouth. The ache between my legs pulses harder, wet and insistent, and I grind against nothing, desperate for friction. Evander’s lips find my neck, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down to my collarbone. His hand joins Kael’s on my body, fingers tracing the curve of my hip, dipping lower to tease the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. “So beautiful,” he whispers against my skin, his voice thick with emotion. “So ours.” There’s a vulnerability in his tone, a crack in the dragon’s armour that makes my heart clench. He’s not just here for the heat; he’s here for me, all of me. I break from Kael’s kiss, turning my head to capture Evander’s mouth. His kiss is different, deeper, slower, like he’s savouring every second. His tongue dances with mine, a rhythm that builds the fire higher, while Kael’s lips move south, kissing a path down my chest. He takes my nipple into his mouth, sucking gently at first, then harder, his teeth grazing just enough to send sparks of pleasure-pain straight to my core.

“Oh gods,” I moan, my fingers tangling in Kael’s hair as Evander’s hand finally slips between my thighs. His fingers find me slick and ready, circling my clit with agonising precision. The sensation is electric, making my hips buck up into his touch. “Evander… Kael…”

Kael lifts his head, his eyes meeting mine, dark with desire and something softer, more profound. “We’ve got you, Trouble,” he says, his voice breaking slightly. “We’ll make it better. We’ll make it right.” There’s an undercurrent of fear in his words, not for himself, but for me. Like he’s terrified of hurting me, even as his body trembles with restraint.

Evander nods, his golden eyes gleaming. “Together,” he agrees, and the bond between us all flares brighter, emotions pouring through like a shared heartbeat: Kael’s fierce protectiveness, Evander’s unyielding devotion, my own whirlwind of need and love and trust.

They move in unison, as if choreographed by the magic thrumming in our veins. Kael shifts down the bed, his strong hands parting my thighs wider. His breath fans over my centre, hot and teasing, before his tongue flicks out, tasting me. I cry out, the pleasure so intense it borders on overwhelming. He laps at me slowly, deliberately, his growls vibrating against my skin. Evander captures my cries with another kiss, his fingers still working me in tandem with Kael’s mouth. “Feel us,” he murmurs against my lips. “Feel how much we want you. How much we need you.” His free hand roams my body, pinching and soothing, building the tension until I’m a writhing mess between them. The heat crests and recedes in waves, but each one leaves me hungrier. My inner voices egg me on—the hellhound panting with approval, the dragon roaring for more.

“I need… more,” I gasp, pulling at Evander’s shoulders. “Inside me. Please.”

Kael lifts his head, lips glistening, eyes wild. He crawls back up, positioning himself between my legs. “Look at me, Allison,” he commands softly, using my real name for the first time tonight. It hits like a thunderbolt, grounding me in the emotion swirling around us. “I'm going to take that pain away, okay? But this isn't just about that. I'm going to make love to you. ”

Tears prick my eyes, not from pain, but from the raw truth in his gaze. “Please,” I whisper, reaching for Evander’s hand as Kael pushes into me slowly, inch by inch. The stretch is exquisite, filling the ache in a way that makes stars burst behind my eyelids. He groans, burying his face in my neck, his body shaking as he holds still, letting me adjust.

Evander watches us, his hand stroking my hair, his arousal pressing against my side. “So perfect,” he breathes, leaning down to kiss my shoulder. The gesture is intimate, binding us all closer.

Kael begins to move, thrusts deep and measured, each one hitting that spot inside me that makes me see white. I wrap my legs around him, urging him faster, my nails digging into his back. The bond amplifies everything—his pleasure echoing in my mind, mingling with mine until I can’t tell where one ends and the other begins.

Evander’s hand slips between us, circling my clit again, heightening the sensations until I’m teetering on the edge. But Kael slows, his rhythm faltering as he lifts his head. His eyes meet mine, glowing fiercely. “Allison… can I mark you?” His voice is hoarse, pleading. “Make you mine forever?”

The question hangs in the air, heavy with meaning. *Marking*—a permanent claim, a soul-deep bond. My heart swells, the emotion gripping me tighter than the heat ever could. “Yes,” I whisper, tears spilling over. “Yes, Kael. Mark me.”

With a guttural growl, he surges forward one last time, his teeth sinking into the juncture of my neck and shoulder. Pain blooms, sharp and sweet, then melts into ecstasy as his climax hits, flooding me with warmth. The mark pulses, sealing our connection, and I shatter around him, waves of pleasure crashing over me.

He collapses beside me, panting, his hand still clutching mine. “Mine,” he murmurs, kissing the fresh mark tenderly.

The heat eases slightly, but it hasn't gone away. Evander shifts, taking Kael’s place, his eyes locked on mine with an intensity that steals my breath.