Sylas had company today.
Jocelyn sat at the opposite side of his desk, legs crossed and looked more sophisticatedly beautiful than before.
Theodora was sure it wasn’t up to thirty minutes since rehearsals ended, and the woman had managed to change her clothes, touch up her makeup and let her hair fall down her back. The skirt she was wearing was short and had a slit going further up her thigh.
When Theo walked in, Jocelyn stared at her like she had just interrupted sothing very important.
"Can we help you?" Jocelyn asked, as though she owned the office.
"I ca to see the Professor,"
"Could you co back tomorrow?" She suggested, her eyes still glaring but her tone annoyingly soft and fake, "We are in the middle of sothing very important," She shifted slightly, and her skirt rode up a little higher.
There was a slightly musky scent in the air, and Theo froze.
No way!
She looked up at Sylas, who was as calm as always and hadn’t said a word. Like he was waiting to see what she would do herself.
"It’s quite urgent, Ma’am," Theo groaned, shutting the door behind her as she walked further in.
"Then I’m sure you can make it quick," Jocelyn urged, her eyes narrowed dangerously at Theo.
"No, it’s gonna take all day and night," Theo replied strongly, beginning to glare back daringly, "You don’t mind excusing us now, do you?" Theo’s eyes snapped toward Sylas, her hand fisted, "Professor, whatever business you’re discussing with her can wait, right?"
Sylas’s lips curled by the edge, almost unnoticeably, and then he nodded.
Theo turned back to Jocelyn, "I told you mine was more urgent,"
"But...,"
"You can co back another day...," OR NEVER! Theo wanted to yell, but she swallowed it back in and kept that fake smile on her lips instead.
Jocelyn looked like soone who was a thread away from snapping, and when she stood up, her veins were strained like they were boiling.
"Well, I guess we’ll have to continue our discussion another day then, Mr. Veylor,"
Sylas didn’t say anything.
She gave both of them a firm nod and then left. Her heels clicked annoyingly as she strode out of the office.
Once the sound of heels vanished into thin air, Theo set both hands on the desk and leaned over with daggers in her eyes, "What the hell did I just witness? Care to explain why you let a woman eyeing you like you’re naked, and wearing a skirt that short co into your office? I thought...,"
He didn’t let her finish. He grabbed her collar and pulled her, crushing his lips against hers in a feverish kiss that left her breathless when he finally pulled away.
"Fuck, that was so sexy of you," He breathed against her lips.
She stared into his eyes longingly, "Yeah?" She grabbed his face and kissed him again.
She wasn’t sure how they ended up on the table with files on the ground, scattered everywhere as his lips undid her everywhere they touched.
She wrapped her legs around him, and his hardness pressed against the ache between them. Fuck, she had co here to tell him about her progress with Zeke but the mate bond wouldn’t let them be. Coupled with the fact that it’s been so hard to ignore it all these days, they were finally letting go.
Sylas bit her lips hard, grinding himself against her body. Their breaths mingled hard, and he fondled both breasts till she was breathing his na.
"S...Sylas!" She cried as he took a nipple into his mouth.
His tongue was cold. It was a different kind of pleasure than yesterday when everywhere boiled when it ca to Zeke.
And Sylas was more gentle. He took his ti to stir every single part of her to life, making every gasp overlap with the other.
"You should walk in here one day with a short skirt, too," He whispered as he returned to her lips, his blue eyes digging into her soul, hungry with insane need, "I promise I’ll have you against every piece of furniture in here, raise your little skirt and make sure your juices never stop flowing,"
"Oh Lord," She moaned.
His eyes didn’t let go of hers as he slipped his hand into her pants, needing to touch her down there. She heaved breathlessly, wondering what it would feel like.
If those ice cubes ever rubbed against her, the pleasure this brought would triple that feeling. Her vision spiralled into stars as a soaked finger delved into her, stroking her needy, aching walls softly, rolling and grinding against them.
"Oh...oh," She grabbed his shoulders, tears welling up in her eyes, "Sylas... please...,"
He kept stroking, long and slow. Deliberately making sure every inch was satisfied before he moved further up. Two fingers slipped in the next ti, and when he saw she was about to scream, he kissed her to muffle the noise.
His next words caught her off guard, "Tell sothing, did Zeke touch you down here recently?"
She froze.
His fingers did not stop moving.
She shivered and clutched him harder, "...W...what?"
Sylas thrusted a little faster, and she cried again.
"You heard , Venom," He whispered, "Did Zeke finger-fuck this super wet pussy recently?"
"Yes...yes!"
His thumb did a slow roll on her clit, "I don’t like that, Venom," He bit her ears sharply.
"I... can’t help it," She cried out, "He’s also my mate,"
He caught her swollen clitoris and rubbed two fingers over it, making her arch her back off the desk.
"Zeke and I don’t get along, and we don’t like to share what’s ours. This is going to be a big problem," His words curled around her ear, and she softly bit her lips as if he’d just said sothing sexy. But then, it still sounded sexy to her ears. His deep voice made her bones tremble every ti.
"You and Zeke have to sort out your issues, then. Don’t expect to choose one of you,"
He looked her straight in the eye and smirked, "So you’re that kind of girl?" He rubbed again.
"Sylas!" She cried.
"Tell ," He whispered again, this ti lowering his voice even more, "Does the thought of and Zeke touching you, claiming you...excite you?"
She’s never really thought about that before, with everything going on, but when he put it like that, her mind scread one answer, "Y...yes." She bit her lips.
He bit her lips too, "Would you like my mouth wrapped around one nipple and Zeke’s around the other?"
She inhaled sharply. Yes!
"Or both our fingers inside you at the sa ti?"
Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, "Y...you said you both don’t like sharing,"
"That’s true," He kissed her, "But you also said you can’t choose. You’re not giving us much of a choice, here,"
Sylas’s lips moved down to her neck and bit softly, "I want to mark you, Venom," He bit a particular spot that made her cry out his na, a dizzying sensation burning her, "But Zeke won’t be happy about that,"
"What happened between you and Zeke? Why do you hate each other so much?"
That made him pause.
Sylas pulled back, and his fingers slipped out of her. From the way he looked at her, she knew it was damn serious.
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