A dragon shifter novel Chapter 94

Thornhill Academy

The Cycles Of Heat.

Evander

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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 Il 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. The 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

ly evening, we te exhausted but sated, tangled in a heap on the bed. The cycles are spacing out now, giving us breaths of normalcy–laughing over culd 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 hes there to, Illing 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 stratched and claimed by both of us. So good for us, trouble,” Kael rasps, and 1 echo it with a growl, my dragon maring in triagh as the comes undane, www after wave crushing through ber until the heat finally bl

An dawn regs in the fewer boraks the good, ne at least for now. Allian curis berwena, spent and glasing her masky paling batty My dragus wetzles, pourring with a satisfaction that mix wis. Sharing her wasn’t the endl; it was the beginning. Kael catches my vy hat head and passing berwen

is next, we’ll face it together. Per her. Always fat ber

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Thornhill Academy

You’ll Be the Death of Me.

Cassian

The weekend stretches like a wound that refuses to close. I spend most of it pacing my office, the scent of old ink and parchment too sharp, the silence tow loud. My stomach’s been in knots since Evander and Kael showed up at my door with panic in their eyes, asking if I’d seen Allison. They didn’t need to say her name for my pulse to quicken, I knew who they meant. told them no. Told them I hadn’t seen her. Told them, with the kind of coldness I’ve spent years perfecting, that she was capable of taking care of herself. But the moment they left, I almost followed. Almost broke every rule, every restraint I’ve ever clung to. But I didn’t. I waited because that’s what I was told to d Because I was supposed to be the rational one. The teacher. The professional. Only I’m not just her professor. I’m her mate. And waiting for her knowing she’s out there somewhere, surrounded by others who can touch her, who can hold her–is agony,

By Monday morning, my nerves are stretched so thin I can barely keep my hands steady, I tell myself that today will be fine. The weekend is over. Classes resume. She’ll walk through the door like she always does, late, perhaps, but smiling, ready with some sarcastic remark about my grading system. But when the first lecture starts, her seat stays empty and the second. Half the class is missing, truth be to. The festival always leaves its mark–new bonds, new discoveries, and the week the academy generously offers for students to adjust. I’m supposed to be understanding. It’s tradition. It’s policy. Still, unease coils through me, cold and sharp. I can’t concentrate. I can’t breathe. When the final bell rings, I don’t go home. I wait for her in the training room instead, telling myself that she might come for her private lessons. She’s never missed one before. She wouldn’t start now. But she doesn’t come. The clock ticks. The torches burn low. The silence presses down until I can’t stand it anymore. I tell myself it’s just concern for a student. That I’m simply a professor checking on a student who’s missed two classes in a row. That this isn’t personal. But I know that’s a lie. I’m not walking to her dorm as a teacher. I’m walking there as a man who’s been denied something he can’t even name out loud. A man whose veins hum with a bond he’s not allowed to acknowledge. By the time I reach her door, the corridor is empty. The lights dim. My hand hovers above the wood, trembling just once before I knock,

Once. Twice.

No answer.

My heart hammers anyway.

“Allison?” I call softly.

Nothing.

I rest my palm against the door, the faint pulse of her magic, muted but there, thrumming against my skin. She’s close. Alive. But the distance between might as well be an ocean.

1 draw in a sharp breath and whisper to the empty hallway, “You’re driving me mad, little siphon.”

The door swings open before I can knock again. Kael stands there, bare chested, a towel slung low on his hips, hair damp and wild as if he’s just stopped out of steam. The scent that hits me is thick, a mix of soap, smoke, and something darker underneath, which makes the bond in my chest lurch, Sex, It smells st strongly of sex that I actually have to take a step back and threaten to topple myself down the stairs.

“Professor?” His mouth curves into a slow, knowing grin.

I swallow Kard, forcing my voice steady. “Where’s Allison?”

He leans one arms against the doorframe, utterly unbathered. “Oh, I thought you didn’t care. What was it you said?” His grin widens. “She take care of Fiewself?”

1gif my eth, “Kel

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And then hear it–a soft, breathy sound from deeper inside the room. My words die in my throat.

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Kael glances over his shoulder, that wolfish smile shatpening. “She’s currently a little busy,” he says easily, though there’s an edge of amusement that makes my pulse spike. “Going through a of a heat right now.”

He raises his voice slightly, loud enough for whoever’s inside to hear. “If you want to come in, Professor, I’m sure she’d be happy to see you.”

He knows I won’t. He’s daring me. Testing just how much comgol I really have. My fists curl at my sites as I turn away, trying to breathe past the ache in my chest. It shouldn’t matter. I have no right. No claim. She’s safe. That’s what matters.

And then-

“Professor?”

Her voice. Soft, drowsy, but unmistakably hers. It freezes me mid–step. I turn back around to see Kael’s grin fade into something else… a quiet victory. maybe, or understanding. I can’t tell with him. He’s psychotic at the best of times, and there is no chance in hell that I’m defving into his mind right now to find out. I’m sure whatever is there is everything I do and don’t want to see at the same time. The bond flares hot under my skin, her voice echoing through every thought until the air feels too thick to breathe. She comes to the door beside him, a fluffy blanket held to her chest, which is rising and falling much too fast for me not to notice.

“Cassian?” She tries again and takes a step forward past him, but I’m already taking another step backwards down the stairs, trying desperately to peel my eyes away. I shake my head, swallow roughly and do just that. I drag my eyes away from my mate, away from the image of her like this, of what I simply cannot be seeing as her professor with no legal permission to do anything more than be that for her right now.

1 manage one rough whisper, meant for no one but myself. “You’ll be the death of me, Allison.”

Then I walk away, her voice still chasing me down the stairs, the sound of it far more dangerous than any magic she’s ever wielded.

“Cassian, wait!”

But I don’t.

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Thornhill Academy

Everyone Leaves Eventually.

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The walk back to my home is a mess af torchlight and noise that doesn’t quite reach my ears. She’s alive. She’s safe. I should be relieved, and part of me is so relieved that my knees almost gave out when I heard her voice through that door. But relief doesn‘ drown the rest of it. Jealousy burns low in my gut, a slow, bitter ember. I saw Kael’s grin, the water still beading down his shoulders, the towel barely hanging on his hips, I heard her voice, saft and wrecked, calling for me. It shouldn’t mean anything–she’s free to be with her mates–but it cuts deeper than it should.

I shouldn’t have gone there. I shouldn’t have wanted to stay. The bond hums faintly under my skin, a quiet throb in time with my heartbeat. I press a hand to my chest, trying to quiet it, but it doesn’t stop. It never does. For apment, I actually think it. To hell with the rules. To walk back there, open that door, and damn the consequences. To touch her the way I’m not allowed to. Instead, I turn down another corridor. I have a meeting to arrange. Scorched will know if the council’s finally responded. If they haven’t, I’ll make them. I can’t keep waiting while they decide what she is, She’s mine–whether they acknowledge

it or not.

Cage

The band’s been tugging at me all morning. Not gentle either, it’s a ruthless, irritating pull that digs right under my ribs, sharp enough to make me snarl under my breath. I throw another blast of magic into the target dummy. It explodes in a puff of ash, and for a second, the silence after feels good. Then the bond flares again.

“She’s fine,” I mutter to myself. “She’s happy. Probably curled up with her precious mates.”

My stomach twists. 1 grit my teeth, dragging a hand through my hair. “I don’t care,” I growl, as if saying it out loud will make it true.

My phone rings. The name flashing across the screen makes me want to throw it, but I swipe to answer anyway. “Father.”

“Cage.” His voice is clipped, too calm. “The council’s taken an interest in the girl.”

My grip tightens, “Allison?” TET

“Yes. Her… situation has drawn attention. Multiple mates are rare. Five is unheard of. They suspect there’s more to her than what she’s shown.”

“Like what?”

“That’s what you’re going to find out.”

I laugh once, sharp and humourless. “You want me to play spy for you now? She barely tolerates me.”

“Then make her.” His voice hardens. “Get close to her. Find out who she really is, and what she’s hiding. If you help the council, you’ll be protected, whatever happens to her.”

There’s a pause. My throat feels dry. “She’s not hiding anything,” I say finally. “She’s just a filthy stray who-

The words taste wrong now. They’re bitter on my tongue.

“Good,” my father says, misreading my silence. “Then you won’t have any trouble doing what must be done.”

The call ends before I can reply. I stand there for a long moment, staring at the worchest ground, magic still simmering under my akat. The band hate again, suht this time, as if mocking a

“Fine,” 1 mutter, pocketing my phanie. “I’ll get close

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Tles the next target to ash, my jaw tight.

“But don’t expect me to like it.”

Allison

Kael is sprawled on the couch beside mye, hair damp from a shower, eyes half–lidded but sharp enough to catch every emotion bleeding through the band, Evander’s by the window, pacing like he’s trying to burn off the frustration we all feel but can’t name. And me? I’m angry. I’m hurt.

“He was here,” I say, for the third time. My voice cracks on the last word “Cassian was right here.”

Kael’s jaw tightens. “We know, Trouble.”

“No, you don’t.” I push off the couch and start pacing, fingers digging into my palms. “He left the festival. He disappeared when everything happened, when the bond–when we-” I gesture between the three of us helplessly. “And now he just shows up again, looks right at me, and walks away?”

Evander stops pacing, his golden eyes softening. “Maybe he didn’t know what to say,”

“That’s not good enough,” I snap. “He’s my mate. He doesn’t get to just ignore me. He felt that bond as much as I did. He knew what it meant.”

Kael exhales slowly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Maybe he’s scared. You know what this kind of connection does to people. Not everyone handles it the

same

“Then he should’ve said that!” I shout, and the sound startles even me. The bonds flare, magic pulsing in the air, and I feel both of them reacting instantly -Kael’s steady, grounding calm pressing into me through the bond; Evander’s quiet warmth wrapping around my anger like a blanket trying to smother a flame. But it doesn’t smother. Not completely.

“He came all this way,” I whisper, sinking back onto the couch. “All the way up here, just to turn around? Why? To shove it in my face that he can walk away? To remind me that I’m not worth staying for?”

Kael shifts closer, his thigh brushing mine. “Don’t say that. You know that’s not true.”

I shake my head. “Everyone leaves me…eventually.”

The silence that follows feels heavy. I can feel the ache of their sympathy through our bonds, and it makes me want to scream.

I drag my hands over my face, trying to breathe past the ache in my chest. “Maybe the Fates gave me multiple mates so it wouldn’t matter if some of them rejected me. Maybe that’s the trick–spread the risk around.”

Neither of thein argues. They just sit with me, silent and still, letting me unravel. The quiet stretches until it’s heavy enough to choke on. And then

Knock Knock.

The sound is soft, almost hesitant, but it cuts through the air like lightning. All three of us freeze. Kael’s head lifts first, nostrils flaring Evander’s glög eyes flash, his body going still as stone.

My heart stumbles. The bonds hum, testless and alert.

Vstand, my legs moving before my brain catches up. “ll get it,” I whisper, though neither of them anything in stage ime.

The walk to the de le longer than it should. My fingers (mobile as 1 reach for the handle, pulse hammering

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Cage, Randing in the doorway, eyes shadowed, jaw tight, magic cuiled around him like a storm barely held back.

Then he says, voice low and rough, “We need to talk.”

And I know, whatever this is, it’s about to change everything.

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