Fallen Academy: Year Three And A Half (Fallen Academy Book 4)

by Leia Stone

  “She made it out of Hell and came for me.” Now that I’d said it out loud, it made me fall in love with Brielle all over again. The woman escaped the Devil himself, and the second she realized I wasn’t here she entered into a dangerous mission to come after me. It was sweet and totally insane.

  “I’m so happy for you.” Her voice was soft, and I wished so badly she could be here for the wedding today.

  “We’re getting married today. Wish you could come.”

  “Take pictures. I’ll try to visit soon. I’ve been very busy here, helping Uriel with the school. Lots of kids in need of coaching.”

  She was a do-gooder, whether she knew it or not.

  “So you and the girl got out okay?”

  “It was complicated, but yes we got out, both unharmed,” she confirmed.

  She wasn’t sharing what was complicated and I could respect that. I wanted to leave my shit in the past as well.

  “How many did you save?” Her voice became small. I knew she probably regretted not being able to stay and help, but the one life she had saved was worth it.

  “Seventeen, but then Brielle and her best friend stormed in and saved another dozen.”

  Saying that made me realize how badass my future wife to be was.

  She sighed contently. “Twenty-nine. That’s got to be some kind of record.”

  I grinned, but my happiness was short-lived. I’d saved a small portion, but there were always more who needed saving, and that weighed on me heavily. Still, I didn’t want to ruin the mood, and that was also why I chose not to bring up James.

  “So you’re happy? Safe?” I questioned her again.

  “Very, especially now that I know you made it out and reunited with Brielle. I’ll try to visit next year. Fallen Academy does supply runs from here to Angel City, so I’ll hop on one and meet your girl.”

  “I’d love that,” I told her honestly. Brielle would too. We hadn’t had time to properly fill each other in on the past year of our lives, but we would.

  We spoke for a few more minutes, then I told her I needed to let her go so I could celebrate my bachelor party.

  After hanging up, I sat at the edge of the bed and stared at Brielle’s old, dusty black leather boots in the corner. They must have been the ones she wore when she arrived. They must have been with her for the entire year in Hell when I wasn’t. It hit me then that she was really back, living with me, and we were about to get married. The only thing that marred this amazing moment was that my mom, dad, and little sister weren’t here to share it with me.

  They would have loved her.

  As I was about to promise to do for the rest of my life.

  I’d never been more sure of anything.

  Chapter Seventeen

  The wedding was more than I ever expected. All of our friends pulled together last minute, and it was beautiful. When Raphael walked Brielle down that aisle, I nearly lost my shit. She looked so beautiful. Bri’s hair was back to blond, and she was wearing a simple, yet elegant strappy dress—that I wanted to rip off desperately.

  Back in my trailer, Brielle grinned, her entire face lighting up. “We’re married.”

  Shea and Noah had covered the whole place with white rose petals and … condoms.

  Classy.

  Like we’d never had sex before. Well … we hadn’t in a year, which made it almost like the first time again. I was nervous as hell. I didn’t want to move too fast. I didn’t know how dark her time in Hell was, or if she was emotionally ready for sex again.

  All I wanted to do for the rest of my life was protect her. But the way the silk pulled taut across her chest felt like her breasts were begging to be freed.

  I nodded, running my fingers through her hair. “I wonder if Mr. Claymore can do a spell so you can never go more than five feet from me ever again.”

  Laughter rang out of her, and it made my stomach flip. Her laugh was contagious; I couldn’t help but grin. Brielle brought light wherever she went; she was resilient. I should have known that even Hell couldn’t break her infectious spirit.

  “Stalker!” she chided, smacking my chest but leaving her hand there, letting it trail down my abs to rest on my belt, where she hooked her fingers in my waistband.

  I swallowed hard, wondering if she knew what she did to me. How wild she made me when she did simple shit like that. She was like a drug and I couldn’t get enough.

  “Get ready for major stalker vibes. You might as well handcuff yourself to me, because I’m never leaving your side again,” I half joked. If only she knew how stalker I was willing to go. I wouldn’t take my eyes off of her until the Devil was dead.

  Her gaze hooded, lips puffing out in a sexy pout. “Ohh, handcuffs. That sounds fun.” She winked.

  Fuck me.

  All the blood rushed from my head and went south. My quick thirty-second assessment was that she was indeed not too emotionally fragile for sex. In fact, my wife was begging for it in all the non-verbal ways.

  Her fingers were still hooked in my waistband, and started to undo my belt buckle as she leaned forward, taking my bottom lip into her mouth.

  I gulped.

  The taste of her was intoxicating. I wanted more. Needed more. Reaching up, I pulled those tiny straps down, exposing her breasts. When I cupped her breast, tweaking the nipple a little, she moaned and I lost all sense of taking my time with her. My pants were ripped from me and I kicked them off as she yanked my boxers down next.

  There was a feverish need in her touch. We’d spent so much time apart, broken, it was like we needed this to glue us back together.

  I took off the last of my clothes, just as she stepped out of her panties.

  Jesus, she was beautiful.

  Trailing my fingers down her stomach, I settled them between her legs and her moans became more insistent, which only made my need grow hotter. I wasn’t going to last five minutes. It had been way too long, and she was way too sexy for me to restrain myself and draw this out longer.

  Her legs buckled and I swiftly slipped my hand behind her and lowered her onto the bed. I was still partially in a state of disbelief that she was back … we were married and about to make love.

  “I missed you,” she purred in my ear, her voice filled with emotion.

  Peppering her jaw with kisses, I worked my hand faster to wind her up. “I missed everything about you,” I whispered in her ear.

  I couldn’t wait any longer. Positioning my hips on top of hers, I lowered myself onto her and we came together. My skin tingled with the warmth of hers on mine, so much so that I felt like I might ignite. Looking down, my gaze locked with hers. There was a fire in her eyes that drove me wild. I’d never felt closer to her. I was consumed with my love for her and vowed to never let anything separate us again.

  In that moment I knew one thing for certain. I’d train Brielle as best I could to fulfill her prophecy of killing Lucifer. But that was the backup plan, because I planned on killing him myself. That motherfucker was about to get some payback for taking my woman.

  The End

  I hope you enjoyed Lincoln’s perspective on things. Stay tuned for Fallen Academy Year Four.

  Acknowledgments

  Thank you to Amanda Rose for the amazing cover. Big thanks to my beta readers, Steven Smithen, Lela Eder, and Megan Mayes. Thank you to Lee with Oceans Edge editing for the amazing edits and to my wonderful proofreader Stephany Wallace for polishing this baby. A HUGE thank you, as always to my loving and supportive family. The time I spend with my characters is time away from you all and I’m so grateful you understand this passion I have for writing. Lastly, to my ARC team, Leia Stone Wolf Pack and all my readers, thank you for being so loyal and enthusiastic about my books. I heart you all bad. <3

 

 

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