Bloodbound to the Witch Heir: Claimed By Four

Celeste’s POV

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(Warning: Mature Content Ahead)

My legs ached around Silas’s waist with each thrust. Enough sweat drenched me to fill up the Nile, making me wonder how exactly we were going to freshen up.

But seeing Silas’ half-naked form before me? Feeling every inch of his length dig deep into me, sending pleasure through my core?

Yeah, that drove away any form of critical thinking within seconds.

"I... I think I’m getting close again..." I moaned, strapping my arms around his neck. My head fell back, spine arching as another broken sound left me. "F–Fuck, Silas! Are you close too? I—"

"Not yet." He suddenly pulled out, making me freeze.

I lowered my gaze—briefly trailing over that weird moon and snake tattoo on his left chest first. Then I got to his throbbing dick and felt the need to shove it back in.

"Is... Is something wrong?" I questioned, fiddling with his hair. "Should we stop? Am I doing something—"

A kiss shut me up instantly. When his tongue slid into my mouth, I bucked my hips, trying to get his dick back into my entrance.

"You worry too much, love." He mumbled into my lips, kissing me softly again. "Stop that. Never around or with me, okay?" His right hand moved to my chin, keeping my eyes locked on his.

Heat flashed on my cheeks as I nodded.

Maybe I did worry too much...

Calmly, the hand he placed on my chin shifted, reaching for my arms around his neck. He grabbed my right wrist, guiding me to his length.

I gulped, hesitantly curling my fingers around it. The pulsing veins against my palm sent arousal through me. "You... Do you want me to stroke you?"

He smirked, pecking my forehead. "Good girl..." Came his rasp. "Make me come. Let your touch guide every last sensation in me."

Hearing those words deleted any questions I had.

I brought my eyes back to his length and my hand around it. After dragging air into my lungs—I began by moving my fingers from his musky balls to his tip.

Loads of pre cum already dropped down his length. So I rubbed a thumb over his tip, slowly.

"Mmph..." He grunted, legs shaking. "That’s perfect. Keep going, love."

As he spoke, his hands roamed my thighs, inching toward my cunt. This time, he rubbed around my folds before inserting his middle finger into me.

I gasped, red lights flaring in my head. The steaming hot kind.

Our moans, body heat and scent filled the room as we got each other off. It might be unorthodox—I’ve never done this unless as foreplay. But gods, it was so damn hot.

"Celeste," his other hand curled strands of my hair, pulling me close until our foreheads met. "You’re doing great. Fuck, I’m close."

So was I. Fucking hell, so was I.

He slipped another finger in, rubbing my clit gently. Then it became vigorous, his body shaking and eyes fluttering shut. My down-up movement on his dick hastened as well.

The bond tightened with something sharp, our emotions beating through each other in a rhythm that added to the ecstasy until it became overwhelming.

"Argh!" His body jerked forward, head resting on my neck and into my hair. "Fuck, Celeste!" Strings of his seed shot out of him, hot and thick.

At that same moment, I cried, sweat blurring my vision as I reached my own climax. "S–Silas..."

For several seconds, our satisfied sounds reverberated through the room. My shoulders relaxed, fingers uncurling from his length. "That... That was..."

I didn’t have words.

Silas chuckled, taking a step back. "We forgot about the food tray." Our gazes flicked to the tray already dangling at one end of the desk for dear life.

He picked a mango slice, making me squirm instantly. "Silas! Those fingers have been—"

"Inside you?" He raised a brow, head tilting. "Yes. I know." He pinned his eyes on me as he moved it deliberately to his mouth.

His lips barely parted, taking in the mango in a way that made me wish that was me. A grin spread across my face as I broke the distance, biting the other end of the mango and sliding it into my mouth.

We kissed, my hands resting on his chest while he held my waist.

Behind him, the wall clock ticked. A reminder of what we still had to face this midnight...

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10:15 pm, Alpha Heirs Haven.

"This whole place is going to smell like sex for hours," I complained, adjusting my skirt and brushing back my hair. "I doubt I know any spells to delete smells."

"You doubt?" He repeated from the door, a sly smile stretching his lips as he buttoned his uniform. "So that means there’s a possibility of one being in that pretty little head of yours."

I rolled my eyes, trying to hide my blush. "I think you overestimate my potential a tad too much. But that’s fine," I grabbed my wine glass, gesturing like I was doing a toast. "I like the illusion of feeling powerful."

Neither of us said anything else, his attention flicking to a few rumples on his pants. I sighed softly, downing most of my wine and savouring the taste.

"You are powerful though." Those words made me pause right when I was about to drop the glass.

My eyes narrowed, head rising to meet what looked like pride in his hazel eyes. "You know I’m not lying, Celeste." He added. "If there’s anything that was proven tonight it’s that you have a lot of untapped potential."

A wry smile ghosted across my features. "’Untapped potentials’ sounds sourly like someone who can’t do shit."

The silence that stayed between us was awkward and awfully prolonged. I felt like disappearing or at least, avoiding whatever this conversation was.

Then—

"You won the hybrid trials," he said as he walked toward me. "Casted magic in that same trial that was meant to destabilise your witch and wolf sides."

I scoffed. "That’s probably because I didn’t have a wolf side to war against—"

"All I hear are excuses hindering you, love." He finally got in front of me, hands on my knees. "You might not see it now. And neither might the other bitter students out there—but I can."

Warmth flooded my chest, my smile broadening so hard my cheeks hurt. "You’re so sweet with words. You know, right?"

He shook his head, planting a kiss on my cheek. "Merely stating a truth you know deep down, love." He mumbled, bringing his mouth to my ear. "Now... Do you think you could teleport us to my suite?"

Implications behind that question was the first thing to hit my mind.

His... His suite?

"To freshen up." He added as if he could read my mind. "Hopefully our meeting by midnight doesn’t happen here... For obvious reasons."

It took me a while to process all he said before I shook my head. "I’m barely decent at teleporting or opening portals to places I’ve been to before. I’ve never been to your suite."

He smiled, grabbing my hand. To my surprise, he placed it on his forehead. "What if... You read my mind? Get in tune with the location."

I couldn’t believe it. "You... You want me to read your mind? I–I couldn’t even if I tried. You’re a powerful wolf and—"

"I’ll take down all my mental blocks." He urged. "I’ll focus on one thought—my suite’s location. All you have to do is trust me," his grip on my hand tightened a bit, "and search."

For several seconds, I didn’t do anything.

His request felt outrageous. Like a test.

Or am I... Fuck it, Celeste.

Sucking in a heavy breath, I nodded more to myself than him. I closed my eyes, trying to focus on his mind. Surface level first.

I found his thoughts easily, skimming past some things that almost made me melt.

’What I’d give to do all that over and over again.’ came one stray thought.

’She has no idea what she’s done to me. How she makes me feel.’

’Is she hearing all this?’

’I should concentrate. She’ll get distracted.’

’But I...’ This particular thought paused before it could form fully. I frowned, still focused on locking in the exact location of his suite. ’... Why does it feel like I’m in lo—’

My eyes opened wide, a surprised gasp leaving me.

That question.

Was he about to admit what I think he was about to admit?

Sadly, my spell actually took effect, silver light flashing on my fingertips. I got flung out of his thoughts as space-time rippled around us.

We were about to teleport.

"Is it working?" He held my waist, completely unfazed like he wasn’t just thinking what I thought he was. His hazel eyes settled on me, a clueless smile on his face.

After being dazed for a couple of seconds, I answered softly. "Only one way to find out." Then I wiggled my fingers, causing the silver light to flare before enveloping us.