“Then I guess we’ll be lying here all night. Works for me, as I find this position to be rather comfortable for all parties involved.” He gave a little thrust, allowing me to feel his growing arousal against my heated center.
My thighs clenched, my insides doing all sorts of weird somersaults in response to his small action. I’d told him the truth about my earlier release, but it hadn’t done anything to cool the flames burning inside me.
All because my mates wouldn’t leave my dreams alone.
And now this!
“Off,” I snapped.
He merely smiled. “Make me.”
I growled and tried to shove him off me, which did absolutely nothing. Well, no, that wasn’t true. Pressing my palms to his bare shoulders sent a zap of electricity through me, making me that much hotter for him.
Because he was shirtless and on top of me.
A fae could only take so much skin-to-skin contact after all these nights of sensual torture.
Or, at least, that was what I told myself. It had absolutely nothing to do with the fact that my three mates were irresistible males with the bodies of gods. And it definitely wasn’t because of their skills in the bedroom.
“Your squirming is only turning me on more,” Shade whispered, his lips brushing the shell of my ear as he trailed his mouth down my neck to my thundering pulse.
“Why are you doing this?” I asked him, desperate for a way to remove him. I also wanted to ask him to shadow us somewhere more private so I could join him in the shirtless department.
Not voicing that desire. Nope. Nope. Nope.
“You’re not the only one amped up from all the dreams, love,” he said softly, his mouth teasing the sensitive spot behind my ear now. “I’ve waited for you to come to me all week, and you’ve stubbornly remained in your room. So I’m increasing the stakes in the game.”
“Wh-what?” I stammered. “You never—”
“Stop making out and get to work,” Zeph snapped. “Unless you need a more thorough demonstration of today’s sparring activities?”
“Seems to me you need a lesson on what making out means,” Shade drawled, rolling off of me and popping up to his feet. “Shall I go fetch Kols for you?”
“Cute,” Zeph replied.
I pushed off the ground and brushed the strands of grass—if it could even really be called that—from my pants. The razor-like edges sliced across my fingers, making me grimace. Definitely not grass.
“All right, Aflora. Let’s try again,” Shade suggested.
“No. You’re out. Go spar with Kols. I’m up.”
“You mean, you want me to make out with Kols?” Shade sounded surprised. “All right.”
Zeph snorted and shook his head. “Fuck off, Shadow.”
“You’re an amazing headmaster, Zeph. It’s a real wonder that you didn’t go into this profession right after finishing up at the Academy.”
“Now,” Zeph said through his teeth.
“I’ll see you later, little rose.” Shade winked at me and wandered off in the direction of Kols and one of the other Elite Bloods. Tray and Ella were training beside them, their cheeks pink from exertion. Or maybe something else.
Because I’d woken up with a similar look this—
“Aflora,” Zeph snapped, his broad chest suddenly blocking my view as he stepped in front of me. “What the hell is wrong with you?”
“I’ve not been sleeping very well,” I replied primly.
He coughed to hide a smile, but I caught the twitch of his lips. “Well, that’s not an excuse to slack off in my class. We fight even when exhausted.”