When the spell class ends, all the guys managed to change their hair colors, briefly, and all of them were strutting around like no one’s business. It only added to the anger building inside of me.
In our herb class, in a greenhouse, the woman sits with Reid again. I swear I’m about to kick her ass…not that I think I can kick the ass of a woman who spins knives on her fingers and looks like she trains ten hours a day, but I sure as hell will try.
“You want to prune the plant?” Wilder asks, grinning at me.
My gaze tracks Reid when he gets up and starts out of the greenhouse. “No, I have something to take care of.”
Wilder and Van exchange that glance I hate. The one that means they’re silently guessing at what I’m thinking. But I stand from the bench and follow the direction Reid goes.
Outside, the air is crisp and cool, but I couldn’t care less. My gaze scans the space around me for Reid. I suddenly catch a flicker of movement and turn. There’s a decrepit-looking tower, and he disappears into the darkness of the stairs.
Clenching my fists, I take off after him. Storming up the stairs and throwing open the door, I kick aside the can that holds it open. Inside the room is a comfortable-looking bed, straw in one corner, and a spinning wheel, like some kind of fairy tale. But I don’t care about any of it. My gaze goes to Reid as he turns, looking at me with a frown.
“We needed another set of clippers, but I think I went the wrong way.”
“We?” I emphasize the word.
His frown deepens. “Mercy and I.”
My arms cross in front of my chest. “You mean the woman who’s been hanging all over you since this morning?”
He looks confused. “Mercy is awesome. She’s helping me and--”
“I don’t care! What are you doing with her?”
I hate when he throws his hands up. “Making a friend. Isn’t that what you were doing with that fucking vampire?”
I’m shocked by the anger in his voice. Reid is always so tame, but not right now. Not standing there by the little window with the sunlight highlighting his dark hair, and his pale green eyes flashing with irritation. Did I used to think Reid was a little nerdy? Well, there’s nothing nerdy about the muscular man in front of me.
Licking my lips, I feel desire rise inside of me. “I was just talking to the vampire. He wasn’t jerking me off under my desk.”
“Jerking you…. What are you talking about, Izzy?”
I force myself to look up from his stunning body, and my gaze connects with his. “Are you telling me that woman isn’t interested in you?”
He freezes, and my chest hurts when I realize my instincts were right. “She was, but I told her that you and I...” He hesitates, then his gaze locks with mine. “Actually, I didn’t know what to tell her.”
My chin tilts up. “Tell her you’re unavailable.”
He stalks toward me. My shy, sweet Reid actually stalks, like some pissed off alpha. “Why am I unavailable?”
I glare, not willing to be the first one to admit it.
His hands close over my arms, and he pulls me closer. “Why, Izzy?”
Fuck, he’s so hot right now. I mean, I’ve always found him attractive, but hell, he’s not the boy I fell in love with. He’s a man I want to touch.
“Things are confusing here,” I say, my words low and husky. “We should stick together.”
“We can stick together, even if I’m sleeping with Mercy.”
I shove back from him, but he doesn’t let me go. “You’re thinking of sleeping with her? Not a snowball's chance in hell! If you’re going to sleep with anyone--”
Every muscle in my body freezes. I said too much. I definitely said too much.
He closes his eyes, and the muscles in his jaw move. “You have no idea how many times I’ve thought about you at night.”
“Really?” That’s sexy.
I feel strange. I’ve felt strange since the first time the guys tried to act like they owned me with the vampire. Since the siren was rude to me. Since I saw Reid with that woman and I couldn’t control my flames.
It’s like my whole life I’ve wanted things, but I’ve been too afraid to go after them. But now, I’m not afraid. And that desire to not hold back, to take what I want, makes me feel powerful and in control.
“Did you ever touch yourself thinking of me?”
His eyes flash open. “Fuck, Izzy, don’t say things like that.”
“Why not?” I ask, placing my hands on his chest. “Tonight I want to think about what you’re doing in your room alone, and I want to know if it’s me you’re thinking about.”
“It’s always you,” he admits, visibly swallowing.
I lean closer.
“Hel wants me to be alone,” he whispers. “I don’t want to be alone. I don’t ever want to lose you..”
I kiss him, and I’m shocked when he kisses me back like a man starved for my touch. His mouth is hot and demanding. His hand moves restlessly from my arms, down my side, and then to my ass.
When he grabs me, heat travels straight to my core, and he presses me against his erection. For some reason, I know what’s going to happen now, and I know it’s going to be with Reid. It was always going to be with Reid. If someone was going to take my virginity, there was no one better than him to do it.
I shift against his erection, feeling a need that burns inside of me.
It’s not that I haven’t had boyfriends. It’s not that I haven’t had any experience. But now I wanted it with Reid. And I knew a few intimate touches wasn’t going to be enough. I wanted to feel Reid inside of me.
His lips break from my mouth and trail hot kisses down my neck. He murmurs my name like a prayer, and my nipples harden at the sound of my name from his lips.
When a shudder moves through my body, I push back from him, panting.
His hands curl into fists. “I’m sorry. That was too fast. That was--”
I reach for the hem of my shirt and pull it off.
His mouth drops open, and I’m glad I wore a nice bra. A black one with lace that hugs my breasts. His gaze moves from my bra up to my face.
“We don’t have to do…anything…or everything.”
I stand taller. “I want to.”
A confidence I’ve never felt in my life comes over me, and I cross the distance between us and peel his shirt off. “You’re going to need to get bigger clothes,” I say, a husky note to my voice.
He nods. “I could barely get into my shirt this morning.”
I reach for his pants and run a hand along his bulge. “And you definitely need more room for this.”
His eyes darken. “Izzy…”
I flick open the button on his uniform and pull the zipper down. “Boxers.” I can’t hide the surprise in my voice. Somehow I pictured him more of a briefs man.
Tugging his pants down, he helps struggle out of them. Then he stands before me in nothing but his boxers, the material tented over his erection.
Again, I feel like I’m someone else. Someone experienced and confident as I reach for his boxers and pull them down his hips. He swears as I climb to my knees in front of him. I know what I’m doing long before I lean forward and lick his tip.
He swears again. “No, Izzy, I’m supposed to be the one--”
His words cut off as I take him fully into my mouth and start sucking. I move him back and forth, wrapping him with my heat. I love the way he tastes: sort of sweet, like the man himself. And I love how he seems to swell, eager for my touch.
My hands slide to cup his ass, and I pull him deeper into my mouth.
After a minute, he starts to thrust, and one hand digs lightly into the back of my hair. I can sense inside of him a need to release, to go crazy and take me, but he holds back as if his greatest desire is to be gentle with me.
It was always going to be Reid. This is how it was always supposed to be.
When I wrap my tongue around him, he suddenly tenses and pulls back from me.
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bsp; I stare at him in disappointment, licking my lips, wanting more.
“Come on,” he says, his voice rough as he reaches down a hand to help me up.
I watch his every move as he starts to undress me, and he watches me too, as if waiting for me to stop him. My skirt comes off. My shoes and socks. And then I’m standing in front of him in nothing but a bra and underwear.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs.
I move to the bed and lie back. His dick bobs as if eager for what’s next.
When he unclasps my bra and stares down at my breasts, somewhere in the back of my mind I feel like I should be embarrassed or feel shy. This is Reid, my childhood friend, standing over me with a hard-on, looking at my breasts.
But I don’t. I don’t feel any of those things.
His big, warm hands reach down and fondle my breasts. I gasp. Desire and need war within me. I want more than just his touch.
He climbs onto the bed, leaning on his forearms so as not to bring all his weight down on top of me. I wiggle beneath him, rubbing against his erection, and loving when his teeth clench together. But he doesn’t give me what I want. Instead, he leans down and sucks on one of my nipples as he strokes the other one.
His touch is so experienced. So right and so good. I try not to let my mind wander over the women he’d been rumored to be dating. I don’t want to know if he was with them. The knowledge might make me lose all control…. There would be a woman in our old town who’d wake up as a rat.
But as his hands slide over me and his lips move to the other breast, I wind my fingers into his hair and sigh. Nothing else matters but this moment and how good it feels to finally come together.
And then his fingers drift down, skirting my underwear.
Instead of tensing, I buck up to meet his fingers. A second later, he pushes the material to the side and starts to stroke me. I’ve been touched like this before, but then, not at all like this. He’s like a musician playing his favorite instrument. He dances around my clit. He stirs my arousal until I’m soaking wet, and continues to move between my breasts, sucking and licking.
My head and hands fall back. I’ve completely surrendered to him. To this feeling.
So much so that I don’t realize it until his mouth is pressing between my legs.
I gasp, lifting off the mattress. His tongue dives inside of me, exploring, coaxing, driving me wild. I bounce against him, both my hands pressing the back of his head, urging him closer. Urging him to touch me more. Every time his mouth brushes my clit, I go wild, crying out his name.
Finally, I shout, “Damn it, Reid, just fuck me!”
He lifts his head from between my legs and gazes at me with a look close to worshipping. His hands are gentle as he finally slides my underwear off my legs and drops them to the floor. Then he moves to lie above me, gazing down into my eyes.
“Are you sure?” he asks, the words no more than a whisper.
I nod. I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.
Everyone hears the stories of each other’s first time. I expected it would be painful, uncomfortable, maybe even clumsy. But it was none of those things.
As his cock slid inside of me, I was shocked by how he fit. He was big, filling me in a way that was a surprise, and yet it wasn’t painful. It just felt… right. Like the thing I’d be yearning for all my life.
My nails dug into his back. He paused, breathing rapidly, holding me closer, then pushed all the way in.
We both gasped.
He stayed that way for a long minute, and I was glad. It was like he was giving my body time to adjust to him, and it was time I needed. Because the tension in my muscles eased, and I began to squirm under him, wanting more.
Slowly, Reid thrust into me, and every stroke of his length inside of me was like nothing I’d ever imagined. It was good, oh so good. Better than good. It was everything.
When his pace quickened, I wrapped my legs around his back and took him deeper, gasping his name. His eyes closed. His jaw tensed, and he moved faster until the building inside of me grew to be too much.
I almost shouted to stop. That it felt too wonderful. That once we did this, everything would change. But I didn’t, and I’m glad I didn’t.
Because when I came, I saw the stars and the universe. I felt pleasure unlike anything imaginable. I know I was shouting his name. I knew my nerves were crackling in the most amazing way possible.
And then he shuddered above me and came too.
It was oddly amazing to feel him explode inside of me. For his hot cum to merge with my wet body. It felt like a declaration. Like we were becoming one.
But it was several long minutes before he finally collapsed above me.
I stroked his hair, overwhelmed by my emotions. There were no words. I had the desire to thank him, but that felt wrong somehow.
“I should make you jealous more often.”
My mouth drops open and I smack his shoulder. “Reid!”
He leans up, and half his mouth is lifted into a smile. “Well, why else did something finally…you know…happen between us?”
I decide to be honest. “I don’t know, but I kind of think Loki had something to do with it.”
“Loki?” He sounds upset.
I nod. “He sort of gave me the confidence to go after what I wanted.”
Reid draws back from me. “So you wouldn’t have slept with me if it wasn’t for the god in you?” There’s hurt in his voice.
“Maybe not,” I admit, but quickly rush out, “but I’m glad I did. I’ve waited my whole life for…to do this.”
His brows rise. “You were a virgin?”
I feel my cheeks heat. “Yes.”
He looks away from me. “Well, I sort of was too.”
My mouth drops open. “No way!”
He nods, his cheeks turning red.
“But you were so… good!”
His gaze connects with mine again. “Really?”
“Yeah.” I’m nodding my head enthusiastically. “You were amazing!”
He’s quiet for a minute. “I think Hel might have helped with that a little.”
“Hel? What does she have to do with that?”
He half shrugs. “She mostly just seems to be sad inside me, but I kind of felt like she said, ‘If you’re going to do it, might as well do it well.’ And her being a woman…I don’t know, I kind of felt more confident about what you might like.”
I laugh.
His blush darkens.
“That’s kind of awesome!” I say. “Basically, you’ve got the inside scoop on being the best lover ever.”
He grins. “I guess so.”
And then I think of the knife-woman. “But only with me.”
For a long minute he’s quiet. “So, does that mean we’re a couple? Or that we should tell the others? Or--?”
“No.” I shake my head, feeling a rush of fear. “There’s already so much going on. I think we should put a pause on things until we have a chance to come to terms with all the rest of the stuff.”
“But you don’t want me with anyone else?”
I wince. “Does that make me a jerk?”
He leans down and brushes a soft kiss against my lips. “Not at all. But I’m still going to be friends with Mercy.”
The instinct to tell him ‘not a chance in hell’ rises within me, but I force it down. “Okay.”
He takes a deep breath and finally rolls onto his side, his gaze running over my naked body. “I wish we could stay here all day.”
Suddenly, I remember: we were in class!
“Hell!” I mutter, sitting up. “We need to get back to class before everyone knows!”
Reid chuckles while I scramble around throwing on clothes, and then he dresses more slowly. I have time to turn around and catch a glimpse of his rock hard abs before he finishes buttoning his shirt.
“Do I look like we were…?” I ask him.
He turns and looks at me, his eyes filled with merriment
as his gaze runs over me. “I wish I could send you back to class looking like that, then everyone would know.”
“Reid!” I exclaim, chastising him even though his words are oddly flattering.
He moves toward me, straightening my clothes and smoothing down my hair. When his hands stop, he looks up at me. “You have no idea what you mean to me.”
I smile. “Right back at you.”
He takes my hand, and as we start back down the stairs, I let myself feel happy. If only until we reached the bottom of the stairs. Because then I have to focus on being a god and surviving this new school and the students. And the last thing I can think about is how much my relationship has changed with Reid.
They’ll be enough time for that later, if we survive this place.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Wilder
“We’ll go together to scope the place out,” I tell Izzy later that day, while the five of us are talking about the painting from Myth class. “I want to see the library anyway.”
Her lips purse in a faint smile, and the two of us exchange a look. Izzy and I both used to seek refuge in the library all the time when we were growing up. It was part of how I got to know her so well, or at least is what connected us, since we spent most of our time reading in companionable silence.
“I can go,” Aiden says.
“I think we’ve got it,” I say, quickly enough to give myself away.
Aiden flashes me a knowing look, and it just irritates me more.
The five of us are in the industrial kitchen off the dining room, trying to rustle up something for dinner. The fridge is well-stocked with ingredients, but I’ve always been more of a freezer-to-microwave chef myself. Sprinkling extra cheese over the top of a frozen lasagna is about the limit of my culinary expertise.
“Maybe they’ll realize it’s suspicious if you go to the library,” I tell Aiden. “How much do these people know about who we were before we became gods?”
Aiden rolls his eyes. “It’s a whole new world. We’re new...people.”
“That’s exactly what I’m afraid of sometimes,” Izzy murmurs.
I give her a sharp look, wondering what she’s getting at. She’s rummaging through cabinets, though, and bounces to her feet holding a bag of spaghetti aloft. “Let’s make pasta.”
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