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“Are you? What did Torne say?”

“I get another chance,” I said simply, because I suddenly didn’t want to talk about the headmaster. I just wanted to be here, in this moment with Quade, and relish in the fact that my paragons hadn’t actually betrayed me. I lightly touched his jaw before trailing a finger down his chest, stopping at the fastened button on his shirt.

“Good,” Quade said, his voice low as he watched my every movement. “If anything, we all were responsible. We should’ve stopped things before you had to step in.”

“Yeah, but you were too busy blasting Gritt with water.” I tsked before unbuttoning the rest of the buttons on his shirt. He tilted his head down to watch my nimble fingers work to remove the crisp, white shirt from his body. Once he shrugged it off his arms, I tossed it across the room.

“He started it,” Quade grumbled before I pushed him onto the chair. He went down easily, and I sat on his lap, straddling his thighs.

“I ended it,” I whispered, feeling equal parts empowered and terrified that I’d taken such a risk. What scared me most, though, was that I realized I’d do it a million times over if it meant I could stop them from getting hurt.

“You did good. You were in control. I’m proud of you,” he said, his hands gripping my bare thighs. “We can work around his bond. I’ve heard of shifters breaking it before. I won’t let anything get in the way of us anymore,” Quade said in his self-assured voice before moving his hands up to wrap around my rib cage, his thumbs grazing my bra.

I pulled away slightly. “I’m not sure I want to break my bond with him. He’s an asshole, yes, but there’s something about him I’m drawn to. Render and Hyde, too. I feel the same pull with them as I do with you,” I admitted. I wasn’t going to lie to him.

“Oh,” he said, somewhat deflated. But then he seemed to bolster himself with his own thoughts as he sent me a sexy smirk. “Guess I’ll just have to work extra hard to win your full attention then, won’t I?” He stood up suddenly, picking me up with him. I wrapped my legs around his waist with a gasp and leaned forward to kiss him but stopped when a toxic thought assaulted me, filling me with doubt.

“If we do this, you can’t go back to hating me again,” I said while cupping his cheeks. I forced him to look me right in the eye. “You have to promise, okay? I can’t handle any more emotional whiplash. I refuse to be a train track and let you steamroll over me.”

He stared back at me for a moment, determination in his dark eyes. “Devi, I’m not going anywhere. Never again,” he promised before slamming me down on the mattress. I bounced up a bit, but his body was there to push me back down. Prying my thighs open, he used his teeth to pull my black thong down, and the only assistance I gave him was to lift up my hips. After tossing the scrap of fabric across the room, he looked me in the eye as I lifted my head up to meet him head on.

“You want this?” he asked.

“Yes,” I breathed. “So much.”

He buried his head right against my cunt and hummed in satisfaction when he found me already wet and wanting. He breathed me in with a steady inhale before flicking his tongue out to greet my core. My entire body jolted at the touch, and he braced his hands on my thighs to keep me still. “No moving, Devi,” he ordered before lining his hot, wet tongue along my slit and drawing a line up to the bundle of nerves that were seeking his undivided attention.

“Oh, fuck,” I moaned, as his tongue started moving frantically, going so fast that I had to grip the mattress to keep still. My eyes widened in shock and surprise when I felt his finger enter me, and it was ice cold. I lifted my head up to stare at him, and sure enough, he’d used his elemental magic to coat his finger with icy slick. He pumped the cold digit into me, all while his hot tongue continued its laps. But then that tongue grew hotter, and hotter and fucking hotter.

“Oh my gods!”

Icy finger, fiery tongue. The duality of both sensations sent me over the edge. I convulsed on the bed as he worked his magic—literally—until I was caught up in hot and cold passion that met in perfect harmony.

“I thought I told you to stop moving?” Quade teased as I writhed and squirmed on the bed.

“It’s too intense, I can’t help…” More words escaped me as he wrapped his lips around my nub and sucked, alternating the motion with blazing strokes. I was so wet, so hot, so turned on that another orgasm came over me like a punch, hard and fast with a reverberating presence that I felt even after it was over.

Quade smiled against me before sitting up, and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Gods, Quade. I don’t know where you learned that or how, but that was hot.”

“And cold,” he quipped.

I smiled and nodded at him where he kneeled before me with a satisfied smirk.

“Why do you still have pants on?” I asked, while cocking my head to the side and biting my lip. “Seems very unfair, Quade.”

“You’re absolutely correct,” he answered before smacking his palm on his forehead in an exaggerated move that made me grin. “You know I’m all about fairness.”

He shimmied off the bed and dropped his pants, revealing that he wasn’t wearing boxers underneath. His thick cock sprang to life and bobbed before me. He was...huge. Thick veins wrapped around the shaft, and the head was dripping with slick precum. “Holy shit, Quade.” I said before sitting up and crawling across the mattress on my knees toward him. I reached out and grabbed him, tenderly stroking him with my fingers. He let out a hiss of appreciation and nearly buckled over when I trailed my thumb along his head.