Thornhill Academy. Chapter 105

**Evander**

The weekend stretches out like an endless fever dream, blurred edges of heat and hunger that pull us all under. Allison's cycles crash over her in unpredictable waves, rising slowly at first, a simmer in her scent that thickens the air, then exploding into desperate need that leaves her trembling and begging. Kael and I take turns, sometimes together, working her through each one with hands, mouths, and whatever else she craves to ease the fire raging inside her. We've given up on clothes entirely; it's pointless now. Skin on skin is the only constant, ready at a moment's notice when her body demands it. A brush of fingers, a press of hips, anything to ground her and to pull her back from the edge. My dragon rumbles deep in my chest, a low, possessive growl that's softened over the hours into something like contentment. At first, he hated the idea of sharing. But now? Now it's different. Watching Kael with her, hearing her moans echo through the walls as he gives her exactly what she needs... it stirs pride instead of jealousy. He's my best friend, my brother in all but blood, and I know with every beat of my heart that he'll treat her right. Protect her. Love her fierce and unrelenting, just like I do. Our mate deserves that, deserves us, both of us, filling her world until there's no room for the pain.

This morning, the latest wave hits while she's in the shower. I hear it start: the water running hot, her soft gasp turning into a whine, then Kael's voice murmuring low and steady. I'm in the kitchen, flipping eggs and bacon on the stove, the sizzle masking nothing. The apartment smells like breakfast and sex, a heady mix that makes my cock twitch even though I took her not two hours ago. She's insatiable in these moments, her body a live wire, and Kael's got her pinned against the tile now, I can picture it clear as day. His hands gripping her thighs, lifting her up as he slides into her, slow at first to tease, then harder, matching the rhythm of her pleas.

"Gods, Kael—yes, like that," her voice carries through the door, muffled but unmistakable, breaking on a moan that sends a shiver down my spine. The shower spray drowns out the wet slap of skin on skin, but my enhanced senses fill in the gaps: the way her nails dig into his back, leaving red trails that'll heal in minutes; the steam fogging the glass as he thrusts deep, grinding against that spot that makes her arch and cry out. He's whispering filthy praises in her ear, I bet—telling her how good she feels, how tight and wet she is for him, how he's going to make her cum until the heat breaks again. And she does, her scream echoing sharp and sweet, followed by his growl as he follows her over the edge, spilling inside her while she clenches around him.

Pride swells in me, warm and fierce. Our mate. The dragon preens at the thought, flames licking contentedly through my veins. Kael's giving her everything, just like he promised, no holding back, no hesitation. It's what she needs, what she deserves after the chaos of her awakening. I plate up the food, smirking as the water shuts off. They'll stumble out soon, her legs shaky, his arm around her waist to steady her. And if another cycle hits before we even eat? Well, the bed's right there, sheets already tangled from last night.

The afternoon drags into more of the same. We're lounging in the living room when it builds again, her scent shifting, sweet and urgent, making both Kael and me hard in seconds. She crawls into my lap first, straddling me on the couch, her hands fisting in my hair as she grinds down. "Evander," she whimpers, eyes glazed with that feral hunger. I don't make her wait; I lift her hips and sink into her, groaning at the slick heat that envelops me. She's so ready, always so ready during these waves, her body milking me with every roll of her hips. Kael watches for a moment, his gaze dark and approving, before joining us—his mouth on her neck, his fingers sliding between us to circle her clit until she's sobbing, coming apart around me.

We switch seamlessly, a dance we've perfected over the hours. Kael takes her from behind while I kneel in front, her lips wrapping around my cock as he pounds into her. The sounds she makes—muffled gasps, wet and desperate—drive me wild. My hands tangle in her hair, guiding her as she sucks me deeper, her tongue swirling just right. Kael's thrusts push her forward, forcing her to take more, and when she hums around me, the vibration nearly undoes me. He reaches around to pinch her nipples, twisting just enough to make her buck, and that's it—she shatters again, her cries vibrating through me as I spill down her throat.

By evening, we're exhausted but sated, tangled in a heap on the bed. The cycles are spacing out now, giving us breaths of normalcy—laughing over cold pizza, sharing stories from before all this madness. But when the next one hits in the dead of night, we're ready. Kael and I both this time, her between us like that first night. I enter her slowly from the front, savouring every inch, while Kael preps her from behind with slick fingers until she's begging for more. Then he's there too, filling her ass as I thrust into her pussy, the fullness making her eyes roll back in ecstasy. We move together, a perfect rhythm, her body stretched and claimed by both of us. "So good for us, trouble," Kael rasps, and I echo it with a growl, my dragon roaring in triumph as she comes undone, wave after wave crashing through her until the heat finally ebbs.

As dawn creeps in, the fever breaks for good, or at least for now. Allison curls between us, spent and glowing, her marks pulsing faintly. My dragon settles, purring with a satisfaction that mirrors my own. Sharing her wasn't the end; it was the beginning. Kael catches my eye over her head, a nod passing between us, brothers, mates, guardians. Whatever comes next, we'll face it together. For her. Always for her.