LOGINSilver Point University isn’t just the most elite supernatural college on the continent— It’s a pressure cooker of species dynamics, forbidden bonds, awakening magic, and the kind of heat no handbook could ever prepare a student for. Across ten interconnected shorts, Campus Wilds follows students from every corner of the supernatural world as they collide with fate, desire, and the explosive chaos of discovering their true mates amidst exams, dorm drama, and ancient rivalries. Every story adds heat, depth. The discovery that love and magic are the most dangerous subjects of all. In Campus Wilds, every species has a story. Every bond has a price. And no one leaves unchanged.
View More“I’m fine,” she says, or tries to. Her voice is hoarse, an unfamiliar rasp, and the words don’t come out as bravely as she intends. There’s a pause while she finds her breath, then she pushes a wry smile to her lips. “Though I think you three just announced our business to the entire campus.” Kael, ever the storm-bringer, doesn’t even pretend to be sheepish. He laughs outright—a wolfish, unrepentant sound that vibrates straight through her spine. “Let them hear,” he says, pressing his mouth to her bare shoulder. “Let them know you’re ours now.” Rion’s fingers go still against her thigh. The silence that follows is not empty, but charged—a moment of reckoning as the full import of the words settles on the ruined bedspread between them. Aquina feels the gravity of it, the way their mutual claim has redrawn the map of her life, shifting tectonic plates she didn’t even know existed beneath her skin. She wonders what it will mean for her, for the dragons, for the fragile alliances that g
The aftermath is nothing like Aquina expects. The agony and euphoria of the claiming leave her boneless, skin hypersensitized, every breath scraping raw at the hollow of her throat. Where instinct should have demanded retreat—shame, panic, the urge to barricade herself behind a wall of ice and silence—she finds only quiet. A strange, luminous quiet, like the minute after a lightning strike, when the world holds its breath and nothing dares to move. Draven gathers her first. His arm snakes around her middle, anchoring her to him with the proprietary ease of someone who’s never doubted his right to possess. The scent of embers and scorched earth clings to his skin, the heat of him throwing off invisible waves that bathe her spine in perpetual warmth. In the golden hush, his eyes have gentled, molten metal cooling to a forgiving amber. Still, there’s nothing soft about the way he looks at her. His gaze catalogs every mark they’ve left, from the reddened crescents along her hips to the b
Their rhythm is painful and beautiful. Together, the three dragons orchestrate her body like a symphony: Draven spewing heat that forces her open, Kael anchoring her with the steady violence of his desire, Rion chilling the burn just enough that she doesn’t combust completely. Her sense of self begins to fragment—first at the edges, then in great, reckless shards as the sensation blots out thought.The dragon mark on her back goes incandescent, a wild starburst of pain-pleasure that eclipses everything else. It throbs in time with the roll of thunder outside, each pulse another step toward oblivion. There’s no room for shame, no space for second-guessing; just the desperate, shattering drive to reach the peak they are building for her.She’s falling before she realizes it. The room tilts, vision swimming as the climax hits with an elemental violence she has never known. Her own magic flares in self-defense, but the dragons absorb it, feed on it, reflect it. Back tenfold. The three of
Aquina’s world is reduced to sensation—pure, unfiltered, and all-consuming.Fire first: it blooms under Draven’s palm as he brackets her ribs, each stroke a golden flash that burns without ever harming; instead, it amplifies, goading her body to new heights of hunger. The rhythm of his hips is relentless, calculated, as if he’s determined to imprint his essence into her with every thrust. His breath is heat and smoke at her ear, his words little more than hungry growls and possessive murmurs in draconic she only half-understands but is helplessly addicted to.Behind her, Kael’s presence crackles with the static tension of a gathering storm. When his massive hands land on her hips, the contact is jolt—electric, wild, and just this side of dangerous. He holds her steady, each movement a deliberate test of how much she can take. Lightning traces up her spine in invisible arcs with every grind and pull, the sensation so sharp and sweet it leaves her gasping. His mouth is at her nape, tong
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