A smile tugged on my lips as I looked up at the ceiling. Whether it was the relief of cumming or the euphoria running through me, tears suddenly pooled in my eyes. I tried to blink them away, but a tear left my eye, running down the side of my face.
Yuriel was hovering above me in seconds and I shook my head before he could try and question if he'd hurt me.
"You didn't hurt me," I whispered with a sad smile. "It's just...the first time I've really enjoyed sex."
He stared into my eyes as realization struck. "Not even once?"
"Sex was one-sided. It was more of a tool to keep us together than one for pleasure. I know it's not my first time having sex, but I felt every emotion. I would have never expected consensual sex could feel this good. To experience this connection with it. Sorry. I didn't mean to cry or make this all sappy. You can laugh if you want."
"There's nothing to apologize for, and I don't think your realization of how you should have been loved and made love to is a laughable matter," Yuriel whispered.
He pulled me into his arms, kissing my right temple. "That was amazing, Silver. Thank you for giving me a chance," he whispered.
"It feels like a first to both of us. Minus the pain of being a virgin," I admitted. "What do you wanna do now?" I asked.
"Still wanna play chess and eat popcorn, but maybe after a hot bath?" he suggested.
"With bubbles," I whispered.
"Sure." He grinned. "Do you think we can go again, though?"
"Are you still hard?" I asked.
His cheeks were red, but he nodded. "It felt really nice. Far better than masturbating. The thought made me hard again," he admitted.
"Then we can go again and again until we're both exhausted."
"Not too exhausted. I want to kick your ass in shifter chess," he countered.
"You mean I’ll kick your…ah,” I moaned when his hand somehow slipped between my legs and his fingers slid into my pussy.
"I can't let you jinx it," he whispered into my ear before tugging it lightly with his teeth. "And I think we should have a night alone in the future to watch this amazing porn you speak of."
"Hmm. Another alone date," I hummed and kissed him while his fingers began to move. "Fine," I breathed.
"Good," he whispered. "In the meantime, I’ll teach you the few things I did learn from those videos."
I let my body relax as he pulled his fingers out and moved to the end of the bed. He spread my legs out until his head was between them.
His eyes met mine, and I was a turned-on mess all over again, but this time, I was ready for the emotional rollercoaster we were about to ride.
To think one night could have furthered my bond with Yuriel and healed up parts of me I'd forgotten were still hurting.
Needless to say, that night was one with many firsts.
29
Clubbing For Three
"We should go," Wolfgang encouraged.
"Have you ever been clubbing before?" Dimitri questioned.
"No, but that's why we should go," Wolfgang defended.
"Mewr." Star began tapping my sheet of magic spells, breaking my concentration.
I looked up from my work to see a shirtless Dimitri leaning against the kitchen counter with a beer in his hand. His arms were crossed over his chest while he swung the golden beer can from side-to-side and his amused expression and relaxed amber eyes were aimed at Wolfgang.
He, too, was shirtless and was leaning against the fridge with a beer bottle in his hand. His short hair was still spiked up from our afternoon gym session.
With the holidays approaching, everyone was getting in their last bits of training and finishing whatever assignments were given to us before we'd all go back home for two weeks.
After my night with Yuriel, I'd slept over at his place and ended up spending a day there as well.
It was awkward when Professor Xin passed by, but he saw me more as Yuriel’s girlfriend than a student. I really appreciated his change of outlook. It made me understand why he hadn't cast Yuriel away, even if they were half-brothers.
When we got back, the guys weren’t even fazed about it. Actually, they went all 'we're proud of you' on him, patting his back and making him so red, I thought he was going to pass out.
We all had agreed to have a big celebration tomorrow before we returned back home, but today was more of a catch up and pack day.
Yuriel was helping his brother with something and would be back tomorrow.
Ryuu said his parents would need help getting prepared for the holidays, so he was shopping around the school and in the area to grab whatever they couldn't get.
That left me with Dimitri and Wolfgang.
"Clubbing?" I asked. "I've never been either."
"Really?" Dimitri asked, looking at the both of us.
"Have you?" Wolfgang questioned.
"Yup," Dimitri admitted. "The other me likes to dance."
"I've always wondered about that," Wolfgang noted, taking a moment to drink more of his beer. "Does your split have his own identity or just come out when he feels like it or what?"
Dimitri took a swing of his beer. "He does what he wants. When he comes out, I'm basically asleep until we switch again. Don't think it’s the same for him, but I wouldn't know for sure. I like clubs for their vibrant energy, but he loves music and dancing. We used to go a lot."
"By yourself?" I asked, intrigued by the conversation. Could also have been that I was curious if he'd dated someone before, but I wasn't going to admit that part out loud.
"Sometimes. I've dated a few girls in the past, but I never liked how they smelled."
"You're not serious." I gawked at him.
Wolfgang, on the other hand, laughed. "Nah, he's so serious."
"But, but. You mean they smelled bad or something?"
Dimitri pushed off the counter and waltzed over to the island. I stared at the way his sweatpants hung a little too low, making it difficult to stay on topic with appreciating his lower ab lines.
He came and sat on the stool next to me while Wolfgang moved to sit on the stool in front of me.
"Shifters who have a hypersensitive sense of smell usually need to be with someone who has the right scent," Dimitri explained.
Wolfgang nodded. "It's not their regular scent like what a human, witch, or other shifters may smell from passing by them in the hall or something. It's deeper than that. It's what guides us to who would be a good match or even mate. If the person's scent doesn't appeal to you, it proves you won't get along."
"There's a lot I still don't know about shifters," I admitted. "That's something I wouldn't have learned on my own."
"They don't talk about it because unless you're a wolf, hellhound, or other shifter with a strong sense of smell, it doesn't affect you. We're taught about it when we're young so we know who to stay around," Wolfgang explained.
"That's why I knew those girls weren't long term. I was a teen and just wanted to live a little. It wasn't anything serious and I made sure to let them know my intentions. I had one main relationship, but once my mom passed, we broke up," Dimitri explained.
"Did you break up with her or did the other you do it?" I asked out of curiosity.
Dimitri grinned. "Other me. Sometimes I can recall what happens. Other times I have no idea until the other person confronts me. In my ex's case, the bartender of the club told me I said she smelled like a sewer and proceeded to pour the rest of my beer on her. At least it explained why my cheek was bruised up."
"You sound happy," Wolfgang shook his head. "Your other side is a player."
"Maybe," Dimitri shrugged. "I know he likes Silver, though."
"He does?" I asked.
"Yeah. He's the one always sneaking into your room," Dimitri acknowledged, taking another swig of his beer.
"You mean when you're in hellhound form?" I inquired.
"Yup. I'm a deep sleeper most of the time. Back in my country, my other side gets his outdoor time by shifting and just runn
ing around. I thought he'd do the same here, but clearly, he’d rather cuddle you than roam around."
"Well, you both snore," Wolfgang huffed.
"You do too, so shut up." Dimitri laughed.
I smiled at both of them. "I'm glad I don't smell like a sewer and I'm cuddle friendly." I winked. They both nodded, and Wolfgang finished his beer.
"C'mon. Let's go. Tomorrow’s going to be just our team celebrating and eating lots of cake and drinking loads, so we won't be able to go then. They're only opening the club until tomorrow night."
"I guess it doesn't hurt," I admitted.
"That means I have to put a shirt on," Dimitri mumbled.
"If I have to put pants on, you have to go above and beyond and cover your sexy chest," I teased, slapping his chest for extra emphasis.
"Ugh. Fine." Dimitri sighed. "Don't want anyone seeing your sexy bare legs anyways."
"Don't forget her plump ass," Wolfgang added with a seductive grin. I flustered under their gaze and groaned.
"Selfish boyfriends."
"You love it. Admit it." Wolfgang laughed.
"She does," Dimitri added. I rolled my eyes and scooped Star from the island. "Go get ready. Seeing as we're going to get sweaty, I'll shower when we get back."
"So thirty minutes to get ready instead of an hour and a half. Got you," Dimitri concluded.
"It does not take me that long to get ready."
"She only took that long last time because she was doing other things in the washroom," Wolfgang practically sang.
I froze, my whole face growing red as I looked over my shoulder. "What?!"
"You shouldn't have pointed that out," Dimitri warned, sliding off his stool. "I'm going to run away now before she kills you. I don't want your murder on my head."
"What?! It's not my fault. Our rooms are close by, and I came to check if she was in the shower already. I didn't know!" Wolfgang argued.
"And whenever Ryuu hears you masturbating in the washroom, what does he do? Ah, he walks away and tells us not to disturb your sexual time while you dream about Silver." Dimitri grinned in amusement while Wolfgang gawked at him in horror.
"T-that...how does he know that?! NO! Why the fuck is he telling you guys shit?! And I'm allowed to masturbate whenever I want. I'm a grown ass man with needs!"
"So you are dreaming about our Silver. Ah. Good to know."
"I didn't say that!"
"You didn't say it but you didn't acknowledge it to be a lie." Dimitri chuckled and swiftly moved to where I stood. He kissed my cheek and whispered. "He says your name in his sleep, too."
"Dimitri!" Wolfgang roared, running toward us. Dimitri howled in laughter, racing up the stairs. "Go get ready, Silver. I'll try not to die in thirty minutes!"
"I'll murder you by then!" Wolfgang snapped.
He skidded to a stop when Dimitri vanished, leaning over to give me a peck on my lips. "Masturbation is acceptable behavior for both men and women. Don't be embarrassed by it." He winked and jolted up the stairs, leaving me and a quiet Star in bewilderment.
"Mewr?"
I looked down to my uni-kitten, who looked confused. "I'm just as confused as you, Star."
With a sigh and wide smile, I headed up the stairs to get ready for the night.
I grind against Dimitri as we danced, his arm hooked possessively around my waist while his groin pressed against my ass.
His hot breath brushed against my neck, and he occasionally kissed me, making it hard to not be completely overwhelmed by his advances.
I couldn't forget that Wolfgang was dancing in front of me, our bodies just as close, with the occasional kisses and neck nibbles he'd deliver while I danced between them.
We'd made it to S.S.S. Status-Q Nightclub and were able to dodge the line because of our recent test scores. Those waiting either got S or SS and had to endure the 60-90-minute wait time to get into the elegant club.
For my first time going clubbing, this place was the icing on the cake. It was full but had a clean, energetic vibe to it. Dimitri had called ahead of time, reserving us a private booth where we could eat dinner, drink any of their two hundred special drinks, and sample their dessert menu, which was off the chart with the craziest combos of ice cream and cake I'd ever heard of.
I wore a short silver dress that was completely blinged-out from head to toe with rhinestones. It was long enough to cover my ass, but with my current dance position, I knew it rose up.
That was fine with how close Wolfgang and Dimitri were. With one guy behind and the other in front, only they would get the private show of my thighs and even bit of my black lace panties.
My heels matched my dress and had chain straps that wrapped around my leg. I knew the ties were loose and could untie at any minute, but I was far too into the music to think about it.
Now that I had experienced the energy that seemed to consume you on the dance floor, I totally understood how addicting this lifestyle could be. It was one of the few times I could let go of my worries and insecurities and just dance.
There was no need to worry about anyone seeing me or judging me. I could shake my waist, move my hips, twirl and grind against my men, and no one would bother me about it.
Dimitri was wearing all black, and his skinny jeans fit him perfectly and went well with the black dress shirt he’d unbuttoned when the heat of the club worked its magic.
He accented the outfit with a simple gold necklace and had left his hair down, so that now a few wet strands stuck to his face.
Wolfgang was wearing white jeans and a white polo shirt printed with a large wolf head that howled upward to the sky and was designed with little gold and purple sparkles. His hair was spiked up and he wore a purple chain around his neck.
By the time the beat slowed down, we were sweaty and starving. Wolfgang moved in so Dimitri and I could hear him over the music.
"Let's go back to the booth and get some food and drinks?"
"Sure," I replied. Dimitri nodded, and I turned my head to look into his molten red eyes. "Are you switching out?"
He smirked and took advantage of my question by kissing me. "I'll be nice tonight."
With a few blinks, Dimitri's usual lava amber eyes returned, and he smiled when his eyes locked on mine. "Whee, my turn."
I giggled and gave him a kiss. "Back to the booth for drinks and food," I repeated, so he'd be on the same page.
"Okay," he replied, noticing Wolfgang was waiting on us.
"Welcome back," Wolfgang greeted with a wink while taking my right hand. Dimitri's hand slipped into my left while he nodded to Wolfgang. "Thanks. At least I'm not missing all the fun."
Wolfgang led the way and when we reached the booth, he sat down and slid along the circular bench.
Dimitri ushered for me to go next, so I could sit in between them.
We sat down and began to look at the menu while waiting for our waiter to arrive.
"This says they have water that's from the Atlantic Ocean where mystical mermaids live," Dimitri announced, reading the description to us.
"You're telling me they actually swim out there just to retrieve water harvested by mermaids? That just sounds like a hassle." Wolfgang chuckled.
"Just to swim that far out would be hard," I commented.
"Not for an Olympic swimmer like me," Wolfgang complimented himself. "Ryuu says all the time that if I wasn't a wolf, I should have been a dolphin shifter or merman. I love to swim. I'm super fast and can hold my breath for thirteen minutes."
"Thirteen," Dimitri and I said together in astonishment.
"Yup. Trying to reach fifteen this year, but we'll see." Wolfgang grinned with pride.
"I can't swim for my life,” Dimitri groaned. "I'll have to learn. My other side probably knows how, but I’d rather try that out in the kiddie pool."
"We can teach you," I suggested. "Maybe once the first year is over, we can go to a beach house in the summer or something."
"Beach house?" they said together.
> "Yeah. My family owns a beach house and cottage. They're both on private property which means the beach is all ours. Maybe during the summer, if we all have time, you guys can come over."
"That would be awesome." Wolfgang beamed.
"As long as I get to just suntan with you on the beach," Dimitri concluded.
"We're so swimming, buddy." Wolfgang chuckled. "We'll get you those arm floats."
"Ugh," Dimitri groaned. "I hate those."
"It would be good for you to learn how to swim, though. We don't know what to expect when year two starts," I admitted.
"That's true, Dimitri. Next semester is still all training, trials, and written exams, but year two is where the real shit goes down. You’re lucky we didn't have the same test Ryuu and Silver had on the first day of class," Wolfgang acknowledged.
"Hmm. Fine. I'll learn during the summer," Dimitri grumbled.
"Make sure you tell Yuriel and Ryuu. Just in case you guys have a class involving water," I stressed. Dimitri gave me a look, leaning in until his face was inches from mine.
"Why, Blossom? Worried about me?" His husky voice made my stomach flip while I pressed my thighs together.
"N-no!" I lied. "Jeez, so close."
He smirked. "My closeness never bothers you." He tugged my bottom lip with his teeth, his hooded eyes locked onto mine. "Unless you don't want to acknowledge the truth." He kissed me and I closed my eyes, responding to our connection.
"I should have booked you two a room," Wolfgang noted.
My lips couldn't help but smile against Dimitri's, breaking our kiss. I looked to Wolfgang's playful look. "You said that on purpose."
"I did, but look. It got you guys separated." He winked. "Which reminds me. Did you tie the straps of your shoes, Silver?"
"Huh?" I looked under the table, noticing that both my heel straps were undone. "Oops. I didn't realize."
"Hold on, I'll fix it." Wolfgang was about to kneel under the table, but Dimitri spoke. "What are you ordering?"
"Pasta with loads of cheese," Wolfgang replied and went beneath the table.
"Why did you ask?" I questioned. He shrugged but didn't answer me because the waiter arrived.
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