She whimpered breathily, and Moses’ hand silenced her again.
“Just nod,” Moses rumbled against the back of her head.
She nodded, and Cian reached for a box on the shelf beside him, flicking up the lid as Isobel stared at the picture on the side. Whatever it was, it was a rounded tower shape, and that had confusion and slight panic sparking to life in the pit of her stomach, but when Cian drew the object out of the packaging, it was just a crystal, like the dozen other sizes and shapes of crystals and gemstones lined up along the shelf and stacked away in boxes along the back wall, except this one was apparently big and special enough to warrant its own box.
Cian ran his fingers over the smooth, veined pink stone like he was testing it for cracks or imperfections before he tapped the end of it against Moses’ hand. Moses peeled his fingers back, setting them on her hips as Cian tapped the cool, rounded crystal against her lips next.
“Open your mouth.”
She parted her lips, and he pushed in without warning, flattening her tongue as he filled her mouth, the end of the stone hitting the back of her throat. The sudden invasion had surprised tears filling her eyes, but the way Cian was watching her also had liquid heat pooling low in her stomach, making her press and rub her thighs together in an attempt to ease the ache.
“Make sure it’s nice and wet,” Moses warned lowly, “or this is going to hurt.”
That spark of alarm burned hotter, and it must have also spiked in her scent because Moses let out a short grunt of approval against the back of her head, enjoying the fear he had encouraged her to feel.
Cian pulled the stone out of her mouth, and then several things happened at once. The chain on her chest began burning, Cian ripped her panties off with his free hand, and the stone was pushed immediately between her thighs, forcing her to quickly clamp it there by half crossing her legs so that it wouldn’t fall to the ground and alert all the students to what they were doing.
Cian must have seen the chain glowing, because he tugged down the neckline of her shirt, staring at the new gemstone that had appeared.
They all waited, panting quietly, suddenly painfully aware of the students on the other side of the door.
“Looks reddish.” Cian was peering at the gem. “Feel anything?”
She was feeling a lot of things. And Moses was still silencing her.
She narrowed her eyes on Cian, like she didn’t appreciate the question, and he smirked.
For the love of every useless fucking god don’t let it be me.
The words popped into her head, growled out in Moses’ voice, full of trepidation.
“Isobel?” Cian prompted.
It could be fun if she goes feral.
Cian’s voice this time.
Inside her head.
She slowly shook her head, and Cian’s brows lowered dangerously. He twisted the stone she didn’t realise he was still holding, and it slipped against her clit, causing another sound to escape her throat and disappear into Moses’ palm.
“Eyes normal?” Moses grunted. I’ll fucking pray if I have to.
“Eyes are normal,” Cian confirmed. “My girl is soaked.” I’ve never been so hard.
“Call her that again and I’m done cooperating,” Moses growled, somehow sounding threatening while also barely audible.
Cian only chuckled, twisting the stone again and making Isobel slacken back against Moses, who had to tighten his hold of her hip to keep her upright.
“She’ll be begging for me so much you might as well have the words tattooed into your palm before I’m done here.” Cian angled the stone to push against her entrance, his eyes tunnelling into hers. “You want to tell us what happened with Elijah, baby?”
She nodded, her body trying to twist away from the intrusion. The top book on the pile she had been standing on toppled off, smacking into the ground, and they all froze again, waiting for someone to come and investigate. The class was still loudly discussing the incident in the dining hall, replaying all the videos that had popped up on social media as they gathered at the front of the room. Vega was sitting at her desk by the window, peering out of the glass with a frown on her lips, either uninterested in the class without Cian there, or else simply acknowledging that she had no chance of wrangling the students into focussing.
After a few horribly tense breaths, Moses tutted out a disapproving sound, looping his arm around her middle as he lifted her a few inches, the stone slipping back between her thighs as he carefully toed away the stack of books and began lowering her to the floor again.
Except Cian refused to lower his hand.
She gripped Moses’ arm tight in warning, her nails digging in as he lowered her slowly, the stone pushing between her soaked lips again, trying to nestle further into her entrance. Her words of protest were muffled against Moses’ palm. She kicked at Cian, but he only flashed her a dark, heated smile.
Need inside. It was both of their voices layering over each other, along with other thoughts and disjointed statements that were suddenly too loud for her to sort through.
This is bad. That had been Moses. Shouldn’t do this to Theodore. Going to kill me.
One of the Alphas could hear people’s innermost thoughts.
That didn’t bode well for her.
Especially since they hadn’t thought it necessary to tell her.
Moses lowered her down another inch, despite his thoughts, and their words inside her head quickly became a jumble again.
So soft.
Smells so good.
Could bathe in this.
Want to taste.
So pretty.
Hate this.
Could watch her face like this for hours.
Want to kiss her.
Want to lick her.
Want to fucking punch something.
Moses’ breath rattled, the fingers digging into her hip flexing as he pushed her down further. She tried to bow her body away from the invading object, but Cian’s hand flashed to her other hip until they were both pushing her down. Her nails razed Moses’ arm, and she caught a brief whiff of copper, his quiet grunt in her ear telling her that she had drawn blood.
“You want to tell us now?” Cian asked, his gaze on fire as he licked his lips.
She nodded desperately, but Moses still refused to remove his hand.
“You want to tap out?” Cian’s whisper was almost lost as they pushed her down further, the stone stretching her, filling her in a way she had never felt before. She was standing on the very tips of her toes, unable to get any higher, her body straining upwards, but there was a niggling little thought in the back of her mind as they both surged closer at the sound of her tortured, muffled groan.
She could suddenly feel how hard they both were, Cian’s dick pressing into her hip, Moses’ curved into the small of her back, and she wondered what it would feel like if it was one of them pushing inside her instead of the smooth crystal.
Somewhere in the classroom, Vega was now attempting to waffle on about moon cycles, and the fear of being caught or found out should have hindered her lust, but the growled thoughts hammering into her brain sent her inhibitions swirling away.
“Fuck, Isobel.” Cian groaned quietly. “What are you thinking about? You just got so wet it’s coating my fingers.”
She immediately reached for his hand, twisting her thighs together to keep the stone in place as she pulled his grip away.