Page 70 of Grimoire Girls Expulsion

"Then why are you making me ask?" she demands.

I slide my hand down her stomach and between her legs. She's wet, slick and hot against my fingers, and when I stroke her she gasps, her hips coming up off the mattress.

"You're so wet," I tell her, and she laughs, shaky, then pulls me up by the hair and kisses me hard.

I touch her slowly, and I don't have to guess at anything. I can feel exactly where she wants my fingers before she moves towards them, so I'm already there. I circle her clit, soft and light, and her heart climbs. When I slide two fingers into her, her blood rushes up to meet them, and the heat that comes back up the bond into my chest hits hard enough that I have to stop and breathe.

"Don't stop," she whispers. "Please. It's the first thing that's felt good since the courtyard."

I curl my fingers inside her and press my thumb against her clit, and I keep it slow.

"Your pulse is in your thighs now. And under my thumb—it's all going to one place." I can feel her orgasm coming in her blood before she can, a pressure gathering everywhere. "You're going to come on my fingers."

"Show-off," she gets out, and then she can't say anything at all.

She comes quietly, her face pressed into my shoulder and her hand fisted in my shirt, her whole body pulling tight around my fingers and shaking. It comes up the bond into me like warm water, and my heart stumbles. I hold still and feel all of it, every pulse of it under my hand, until she goes soft against me.

She lies against me, breathing, her fingers loose in my shirt. As her heart slows, the rest of the campus comes creeping back into my ears the way it has since the testing, every first-year's heart with the rune's cold line pulling at the blood under it, and she feels my heart jump.

"What?" She lifts her head. "Your heart just jumped. What do you hear?"

I haven't told her. I've told Callum, because he lent me his shadows to go out on the quad, and no one else.

"The first-years," I tell her. "They've all got the rune. I can feel it pulling on every one of them." I swallow. "All except the families' kids."

Her heart stumbles under my hand. "All of them?"

"All the ones I heard, at least," I tell her.

She doesn't cry. She lies there with her cheek on my chest, and her heart picks up again, hard and fast, the way it goes when she's angry.

"I can't do anything about it tonight," she says finally. "I want to. I can't." She reaches down and pulls at the waistband of my sweatpants. "So tonight I want you. Take these off. I've always kind of hated these sweatpants."

I get out of them and pull my shirt over my head. When she wraps her fingers around my cock and strokes me from base to tip, I have to put my forehead down against hers. I'm so hard I'm leaking. My own pulse is loud in my ears, which never happens to me, going as fast as hers.

We're on our sides, facing each other, her leg hooked over my hip and my hand on her lower back. I push into her slowly while she breathes out the whole way, and once I'm all the way inside her, neither of us moves at all.

She's so hot around me.

"I can feel your heartbeat," I tell her. "Around my cock."

She makes a sound into my shoulder that's half a gasp. "That's the filthiest thing you've ever said to me."

It isn't, quite—I've just been saving the rest. I put my mouth against her ear and keep my voice low. "I want to stay inside you until I can't tell which heartbeat is mine. I want to feel you come around me so slowly I can hear every beat of it." Her breath catches, and I give her the last of it. "Since I got my magic back, I've lain on this mattress night after night and touched myself thinking about the sound your heart makes right before you come."

She shivers all over and tightens around me, and I feel that too.

I barely move. We're pressed so close there's no room to, her breasts against my chest and her leg tight over my hip. I can feel her heartbeat everywhere I'm touching her and mine going back into her through the bond, and without my doing anything, they've started to match.

"Ren," she breathes. "Tell me what you want."

"I'm—" I don't know how to answer that. I always know what she wants; I can hear it. No one has asked me what I want in so long that I have to go looking for it.

"I mean you," she says. "What do you want?"

"I want you to stay," I tell her. It comes out rough. "Not just tonight. I don't want to wake up and hear you somewhere else in the house." I have to stop and breathe before I can say the rest. "And I want you to want me here when there's nothing wrong. When no one's bleeding and no one needs their heart held. Just me, on a mattress on the floor, being no use to anyone."

She kisses me, slow. "That one's easy. I'd want you here if you couldn't hear a single heart in this house, Ren."