by Cara Wylde
“You like to watch,” he chuckled at Francis. “Watch this.”
Francis merely lifted an eyebrow. GC didn’t impress him. None of the guys impressed him. The revenant only had eyes for me. When he looked at me, he didn’t see their hands fondling my breasts or pinching my nipples. He saw my breasts and my nipples. He didn’t see their cocks ramming into my pussy, he saw my pussy pink and swollen with pleasure. He saw my body. He heard my cries of pain, desire, lust. He saw my lips, my tongue darting out to wet them, my flushed cheeks, my arched back, my round ass, and my bouncing tits. And he liked all of it. He drank me in with his eyes, and then, when I was fully satiated after hours of sex with Paz, GC, and Sariel, he knew I’d come to him and ride him slowly and lazily.
GC smacked my ass noisily, then pushed me to my knees in front of Francis, positioning himself behind me. He grabbed my hair and pulled harshly, making me look up at Francis. I thought he would push himself in and fuck me fast and hard to prove some point that only made sense in his head, but he let go of my hair and stood up, looking for something.
I sighed. “The fuck are you doing?”
“This isn’t quite what I want… We can do better.”
“What are you talking about?”
Paz snickered from the bed. “He wants to put on a porn show for Francis. You’re right, Apis, you can do better. Even I got bored of watching you fuck her from behind.”
“Look who’s talking,” GC sneered. “You fuck her from behind all the time.”
“I’m not trying to put on a show, moron. I’m just trying to get her off, and she likes being fucked from behind.”
I rolled my eyes. I sat up and crossed my arms over my breasts, looking at Francis apologetically. He was calm and collected, but I knew there was a storm raging inside him. He probably already had blue balls, and all I wanted was to soothe his pain with my mouth, hands, pussy… anything. But I knew he wouldn’t let me.
“Okay, goddess, come here.”
I turned to see GC lounging in an armchair he’d pulled to face Francis’s armchair. Naked, his legs spread wide, his proud cock erect and dripping with juices. He wanted me to ride him. I smiled and went to climb on top of him, but he stopped me and turned me around. He wanted me to ride him with my back to him, facing Francis. Oh. Kinky.
The revenant furrowed his brows. His lips twitched. He watched me intently as I lowered myself onto GC’s cock, using two fingers to hold my folds apart to give him a better view. He held my gaze for a moment, then his mossy green eyes traveled down my body, fixed on my hard nipples for a minute, then moved down down down and stopped at the point where GC’s cock moved in and out of me. He was transfixed.
I threw my head back and rode my lover wildly, bouncing on top on him as hard as I could, moaning and whimpering, giving Francis the show I knew he liked. I loved pleasing them. All of them. And the more I pleased them, the more they pleased me. GC ran his hands up and down my sides, cupped my breasts, caressed my stomach, then his fingers found their way to my exposed clit. I cursed under my breath when he flicked it. He flicked it again and again, until I was falling apart, riding my first orgasm with him. I didn’t stop. He hadn’t come yet, and I could always come again. I was greedy like that.
Being a revenant had its perks.
Stamina. In the past, my muscles would start aching immediately. I wouldn’t be able to ride my guys for more than a few minutes at a time, and sex mostly meant I was lying on my back and they were doing all the work. Now, my body felt and acted like I’d been running marathons all my life. My heart kept a steady pace, and the muscles in my legs and thighs barely registered the effort. What effort? This was pure fun. I could fuck for hours and not feel tired at all. The only impediment to spending my whole eternity fucking was that I needed food. A lot of it, and all the time. If I could eat and fuck at the same time… Okay, I had to try that once.
“Goddess, the things you do to me…” GC was starting to lose it. He pressed down on my clit, eager to make me come again before he shot his seed inside me. “Fuck, you’re amazing.”
“Mmm…”
My eyes were on Francis. I knew GC was close, and I was doing my best to give him the best orgasm of his life, bouncing, crying out loud, and touching my own breasts, like a proper porn star. Not that I’d watched nearly enough porn to learn the moves… I could improvise. Sometimes I thought women just had it in them… the instinct to look super fucking hot as they rode their man.
“Look at me,” I demanded. “Look at me.”
Francis met my gaze. There was lust and longing in his green eyes, and I couldn’t wait to go over there and suck it all out of him.
“Fuck…” GC grabbed my hips and held them still as he came hard, in quick spasms. Feeling his hot cum hit my cervix, I cried out, my body shuddering under the power of my orgasm. We stayed like that for a minute, until GC recovered and realized it was okay to let go of me. The moment he released me, I stood up and let his seed leak out of me.
I approached Francis slowly, as if I were scared he might bolt at any moment. He didn’t, of course. He wasn’t afraid of me. There was another reason why he liked letting them fuck me first.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered.
I stopped before him, and he reached out to pull me closer. His fingers found my soaked pussy. He dipped them inside, closed his eyes, and moaned. Yep. My Francis loved touching me down there were I was filled with cum. Truth be told, I couldn’t wrap my mind around half of his kinks, but that was fine. No judgement.
I was tired of waiting. I pulled at his belt and pants harshly and rolled everything down to his knees. I didn’t need him naked, I just needed his cock out of there and inside me. I lowered myself onto him and rode him fast and hard as I looked into his eyes. When we’d had sex for the first time, months ago, I was surprised to discover the sheer size and girth of his cock. Never in a million years would I have thought that Francis Saint-Germain, the shy, gentle guy who always kept his distance, was secretly packing the biggest fucking tool I’d seen in my life. Bigger than GC’s, and certainly bigger than Paz’s. It was probably why he preferred to have me after I’d been properly stretched. The last thing he wanted was to hurt me.
It was quick and intense. Given that he’d been waiting for so long, it couldn’t have been otherwise. When he came, he wrapped his arms around my torso and pulled me flush against him, his mouth seeking my nipple. The way he sucked it simply drove me mad. I was always surprised at how hard I came every time he did that thing with his tongue. I collapsed in his arms and waited for our hearts to calm down.
“I need a cold drink,” I said.
Sariel poured me gin and tonic. I’d been favoring this drink lately. I stood up, stretched, then looked around me.
“Who’s ready for round two?”
CHAPTER THREE
They all thought I was going above and beyond to track down Valentine Morningstar. Probably why I skipped day one, they were whispering around corners. Each professor whose class I’d skipped took twenty worth points from me. They did the same to GC, Pazuzu, Sariel, and Francis. I couldn’t care less about my worth score. My position in this school was in no danger. Not as long as I was Mila Morningstar, the abandoned daughter, the prophesized savior of the supernatural world. He’d taken everything from me, except for my pixie. The treasures in my vault were gone, but Corri was still here. For that, I was grateful.
But they were all wrong. I wasn’t doing shit to find my father. I hadn’t moved a finger in that direction all summer. Of course, I’d promised the Council I would, and the Council believed me. Even if I wasn’t human anymore and the prophecy had fallen through, I was still the best chance they had.
“You’re back!” Klaus caught up with me on the hallways.
“Missed me?”
Corri flappity-flapped from my shoulder to his. These days, the pixie liked my friends and my lovers more than she liked me. I sometimes wondered what it mea
nt… If it meant anything at all.
“You know it, sister.” He was calling me sister again. We’d mended our friendship sometime during the summer. “So, what’s new? You were out hunting yesterday, weren’t you?”
“Hunting?”
“Morningstar.”
I groaned. “Yeah, sure.”
Klaus sighed dramatically. “You weren’t. So, is it true? You really don’t have any clue where he is?”
“Who told you I don’t have any clue?”
“Lorna.”
“How would she know?”
He bit the inside of his lip, realizing he’d said too much. It was too late, now. He had to spill all of it.
“She tracks you sometimes, looks into what you’re doing. You know… she watches over you, makes sure you’re okay.”
“So, she’s a stalker. From bully, to murderous bitch, to stalker. Nice resume she’s pulling together.”
“She’s your friend.”
“She tried to kill me countless times.”
“Forgiven and forgotten. You said it yourself.”
“Forgiven, yes. Never forgotten.”
“Anyway, she’s not stalking you. She cares about you, you know.”
“She’s my guardian angel, then?”
He chuckled. “Let’s not go that far.”
“Whatever. If you have to know, yes, Lorna’s right. I don’t have any clue where my dear father might be hiding. For all I know, he’s not even in our universe anymore. That’s what I would do if I were a fugitive and a universe jumper.”
“Smart.”
“Yeah, well… I’m neither.” He must have heard the bitterness in my words, because he remained silent. “I don’t know where Morningstar is, and I don’t care. I have no way of retiring him, so why hunt him? To catch up and ask him about his health?”
“There must be a way…”
“Probably. But until I find said way, there’s no point in running around like a headless chicken, trying to track him down. It would be a waste of time, and I have better things to do.”
“Like what?”
We stopped in front of an open door. We’d reached my class. Violent Death Cabal students were pouring in from the hallways. Paz came from around a corner, kissed me on the forehead, smacked Klaus on the back, and went in.
“Like school. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have Introduction to Dream Traveling, courtesy of the Council.” I winked at him.
Klaus rolled his eyes and waved me off as he started toward his own class. Corri flew off his shoulder and right into the classroom to find my desk. I slammed my books next to where she’d sat her tiny butt, raising some of her pixie dust in the air.
“Introduction to Dream Traveling,” I mumbled, displeased. I would have loved this course if the circumstances had been different. I would have gone mad over it last year, when I discovered my dreams weren’t always just dreams, but glimpses into parallel dimensions. Not this year, though. Not now, not ever. Not anymore.
The professor was new, and… surprise, surprise! She was human. The first human professor Grim Reaper Academy had ever hired. Not many humans knew about the supernatural world, but there were some who’d been let in on the secret. Married to a Russian vampire, Camilla Ivanov was one of them. She was petite, with long brown hair and big, curious eyes. She had a small, shy voice that was barely audible, especially if you sat in the back of the class, like me and my guys, and she seemed more eager to learn things from us, the supernatural ones, than to teach us about dream traveling.
The Council had decided to introduce this class into our curriculum after I told them all about my gifts. My former gifts. Now, I couldn’t dream jump to save my life. The constant nightmares were all that was left of my previous abilities. I couldn’t lucid dream, which meant that every time I had a nightmare, I was trapped. I couldn’t become lucid inside it and change the course of events. I didn’t have out-of-body experiences anymore. I’d put my head down at night, and my mind would go in circles for a while, and then completely blank. The first night I slept without having the usual nightmares, I woke up after midnight, shaking with dread. I felt like I hadn’t slept at all. At least, with the nightmares, I had the certainty that something was still happening as my physical body rested and recharged. They were horrible and haunting, but they were something. The more I got used to being a revenant, the less nightmares I had, and I wouldn’t have admitted it for the world, but I feared the day when they would stop completely, the day when I’d get used to making blood sacrifices to stay young, strong, and alive, when all of this madness would turn to routine, and the nightmares would go away forever, leaving my slumber empty. When my sleep was devoid of any images – even bloody, horrific, painful images, – I’d wake up in the morning feeling useless and helpless, feeling like something had been taken away from me. Feeling like someone had been taken away from me. That someone was my mother, and that something was my unique ability to find my way to her.
So, yeah. Introduction to Dream Traveling. What a cruel joke. While I appreciated the Council deciding to add a new course on my account, I couldn’t ignore the fact that it was pretty useless in a school where most students couldn’t dream. Not many hybrids attended Grim Reaper Academy, and those who did, could rarely remember their dreams, anyway. Valentine Morningstar was an exception. Aside from him, no one could say they knew of any other hybrids who could travel consciously from one parallel universe to another while dreaming. So, what was the point? Professor Ivanov was just answering this exact question. If only she spoke more loudly… It was as if her throat chakra had been abused, or something. I unfocused my gaze until I could see her aura. Well, what do you know? Still killing it at aura reading. Around her throat, her light blue aura had tiny, red puncture wounds. Figures. She’s married to a vampire. He was probably still snacking off her blood, now and then. I wondered when he’d turn her into a vampire, so they could truly live happily ever after.
“She doesn’t want to,” Paz whispered in my general direction, leaning over his desk.
“You’re poking through my thoughts again,” I hissed.
“And hers, too.” He gave me a lopsided grin. Fuck it. I couldn’t resist him. “They’re trying for a baby, and vampires can’t breed. She has to be human to get pregnant.”
“Shh…” I couldn’t care less about Professor Ivanov’s personal life. “You wanna poke inside her head, be my guest. I wanna pay attention.”
“What? You’re suddenly a diligent student?”
“Gotta raise that worth score, and I figure it’s easier to do in a class where I’m the only one who’s actually done the practice.”
Speaking of practice…
“This will be our first and only course together,” Professor Ivanov was saying. “There will be no Advanced Dream Traveling, and no practice lessons. I’m sure you already know why. Sadly – and I personally believe this is such an immense loss, – supernaturals can’t dream. Consequently, they can’t dream travel and visit any of the parallel universes out there. Before we begin today, I feel like it’s important to remind you that you should never feel bad about this. Even though humans can dream, very few actually know what their dreams mean and what they can do with them. Most humans dream jump to other places involuntarily, and they never know they even did it. I know that many of you feel like this class is a waste of your time, but I promise you, it’s not. Not when the most feared Grim Reaper in the world is out there and has the ability to travel through parallel dimensions. At the very least, we should all try to understand what he’s doing and how he’s doing it, even if we can’t do it ourselves.”
“Can you do it?” I found myself asking.
Her big, brown eyes scanned the room. She smiled when she saw who I was. Blue eyes, blue hair, and a fuckton of tattoos. I was impossible to miss. I hadn’t felt like wearing my uniform blazer today, so the snake on my arm was in plain view. It was still hot outside, a lovely September d
ay, and I wasn’t hiding anymore. I was who I was, and they would all have to get used to me. It wasn’t like I was the only one with tats in this school, but I was the only one who had so damn many. Neither of my boyfriends had gotten a tattoo yet. Not even a tiny one. Pretty fucking weird for a false god and a demon, at the very least. I could understand Sariel not wanting to ruin that perfect archangel skin of his, and Francis was just not the type.
“Y-yes,” she finally answered. “I can do it. But not as consciously and gracefully as you, Miss Morningstar.”
There was something bitter in my mouth. The curses I wanted to throw at her stupid face. Why would she say something like this? Didn’t she know… Shit. She doesn’t know. Of course she doesn’t. It was a well-kept secret. The Council had decided that shouting the truth from the rooftops would help no one. Headmaster Colin knew, and he’d been ordered to keep it to himself. For all the other professors, I was still human and still a pretty damn good dream jumper. They had to believe that I could travel to other universes, because Morningstar could, and someone simply had to be able to track him down, chase him from dream to dream, world to world, bring him to justice…
“Mila,” Francis nudged me discreetly.
I snapped out of it and forced a smile. “I’m sure I have a lot to learn from you.”
That made Camilla Ivanov blush. “I would love for you to help me teach this class. What do you say?”
I shrugged. “Sure. Whatever you need.” Easy worth points. Just think about easy worth points. Don’t think about how much this sucks… pretending you’re someone you’re not… But hadn’t I done this all my life? Pretended I was someone I was not?
“Alright, let’s dive right in.” Mrs. Ivanov broke eye contact and buried her nose in her papers. I was grateful. “Today, we’ll talk about three types of dreams, lucid dreaming, and the differences between them.”
I tuned out the world and tried to pay attention. Even if it hurt, even if it felt like I was studying a piece of my very own life that had become history too soon. By the end of the class, I was annoyed and cranky. Professor Ivanov awarded me 50 worth points, but I didn’t feel like celebrating. I just wanted to get out of there.