The Mage’s Revenge (Crescent Moon Academy Book 2)

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by CY Jones


  “Like what?”

  He doesn’t answer, instead he grabs me in the same punishing hold as he dragged me over and pushes me up against the wall. My back hits it with a loud thud that echoes through my body, but I don’t have time to think about it when, in a flash, he’s right in front of me, turning my body so that my front is flush against the wall. “You, dear mate, are going to be the death of me. You enrage me so much. Half the time, I don’t know if I want to kill you, love you, or fuck all this defiance out of you. But for tonight, I’m going to fuck you so hard and long, time will no longer be a concept, filling you up with so much of my seed that after a week, you’ll still be leaking me out of you.”

  His words whispered in my ear is like a shot of hot steam, made even hotter by his heated body. Behind me, with his body so close, I can feel his hardness. No prep is needed, he’s ready to go. To certify his words, he rips my panties, letting the silk drop lifelessly to the floor. My skirt is next and he tears a long rip along the side like it’s nothing and the material falls to my feet. Half naked with my ass sticking out, he rubs the flesh, squeezing and molding my skin, getting it primed and ready for him.

  My breaths quicken, and I hide my face in the wall but can’t hide my squawk when his finger crooks inside me and searches for my pearl. Once he finds it, he rubs it gently at first with just a breath of touch before it starts to glisten and he firmly presses, spreading my arousal. His other hand sneaks to my front, pulling at my shirt, making the tiny buttons scatter all over the floor. My bra is next and, under his hand, it becomes just as unusable as the rest of my clothes and we both allow them to fall to the floor.

  As I pant and make embarrassing noises, he moves his finger inside me faster as he grinds his hard erection against my buttocks. His movements aren’t nice. Zion is never nice in bed, so when his hand starts to pull on my nipple piercing, I expect it, taking the pain, knowing he’ll do something else to even it out with pleasure. His mouth and tongue sucks on my neck, and I wantly press myself against the wall and to his front. “So sweet. I dreamed of you before me on your knees. But right now, I can't wait. We’ll get to that later,” he says, making plans half animal like.

  Impatiently, he undoes his trousers and steps out of them. Just as fast, he whips his shirt over his head. With his hands firmly on my hips, he slams into me and I scream at the intrusion. His finger is big, Kirito’s dick is quite large, but Zion’s dick is a monster, and at this angle, from this position, he got just the reaction he was no doubt going for. With my hair wrapped tightly in his fist, he pushes my face into the wall and slams into me, sparing me no comfort. Forcing my face to the side, I let him fuck me as hard as he wants. I deserve his anger. I need to make this right, and Zion will never be satisfied unless he’s going balls to the wall inside me. Plus, a sick twisted part of me made just for him loves this.

  Kirito’s kink is being watched, I believe Zion’s is that he always has to be in control so his lover absolutely has to be submissive and has to be able to take anything. Do anything, no matter how embarrassing it is. She must always be prepared to follow orders and never hide her reactions.

  Lifting me up by my hips, I grab the boarding above the door and bring my knees up still spread wide and he hums appreciatively before slamming me down on him. Like a jackhammer, he repeats this action over and over until he gets enough and puts me down and bends me over the wall. With his hand, he slaps my ass, making it jiggle and then rubs it just to slap it again. Through it all, his cock never ceases it’s fierceness, pounding in and out of me, singling in on the special spot inside me. Done trying to hold it in, tears leak out of my eyes as I cry out his name. If anyone comes to check on us, they’d know exactly what we’re doing. Kirito would know exactly what we’re doing.

  Holding one of my arms behind me, he speeds up, rubbing his body so that his cock swims so deep inside me, it’s waving to my ribs. Through it all, through the punishment, I’m in pure ecstasy. He’s the first to cum, filling me with his hot seed, but he doesn’t pull out. Instead, he walks me over to the bed and lowers us both on it, leaving me on my stomach so he can continue his assault. His strokes are slower this time, but that doesn’t make them any less deep. Adding to that feeling of being drilled into, he uses his other hand to open up my ass until I’m a moaning mess while he simultaneously fucks me. I can feel him in both of my holes and even still, that's not enough for this greedy bastard when he fills my mouth with his other finger until I’m completely full. Having a visual of all my men in me, I cum harder than I have ever before.

  Once I calm down, he pulls me up until I’m on all fours. “I knew you’d get off on that. I bet you pictured all of our cocks inside you, didn’t you?” he whispers this in my ear, and I’m not sure if he’s angry or not. Is he slut shaming me? Is this a taunt? I don’t know nor do I care because he doesn’t stop fucking and filling me.

  No incantation was said, but one to keep a hard on must have been used because he fucks me over and over all through the night. I feel bloated. Every part of me is full of Zion’s seed. He didn’t show me any mercy. I’m starting to think his words were true, and I actually will leak his seed for a week straight. Everything feels stretched, even my mouth and throat that took its fair share of the brunt of his anger, but I’ve also never felt so damn satisfied.

  Letting my exhaustion pull me under, I allow my heavy lids to drop and succumb to the blissful dreams in the LaLa Land waiting for me. Erotic dreams. I don’t know if I’m half awake or not. The lips sucking my breast feel so damn real also the feel of the cock thrusting its way inside my pussy or the tender words of reassurance whispered in my ear as another cock fills my throat until I’m swallowing someone’s seed that seems familiar but not lava like the one I’m used to. Hands cover my body, touching me everywhere. Kisses caress me. I’m opened up so wide and moan as two cocks work in tandem inside me, taking turns thrusting in and out and hitting my g-spot. I cum on them and they both whisper in my ear how I’m such a good girl before exploding and filling me to the brim together. Only then does everything go still and two sets of arms hold me close.

  Chapter 25

  Ruelle

  I let them have their fun, but it’s my turn now. I have to admit that was quite the show. Having your mate show up while you declare your love for someone else is quite the drama. Oh and that epic baby bomb. I hope for their sake it isn’t true. If a baby with that type of potential of power enters the world, Morganstein is the last person it needs to be around. After all, a powerful heir is all he wants out of all this arrangement. The others are just the means to get the ending he wants, and once done, they’ll have no more purpose. Seeing that they’re fucking like rabbits, maybe it really is something she made up in the heat of the moment and they’re trying their damnest to make it true. All three of them are foolish, but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t jealous.

  My presence is carefully concealed. Not only do I have her champion to worry about, but Sabre is here too. Causing a disturbance on the other side of the property, it won’t be long before they come back to check on their Masters.

  Standing on the roof of the building they’re sleeping in, I pull out my flute and bring it to my lips, playing a melody filled with dancing hypnotic notes that drift through the air into the bedroom windows. The song is pleasing to the ear, yet eerie, made even more so as it’s played in the dead of the night. It even carries a hint of sorrow and loneliness I cannot hide nor can I hide the want. Face to face, I can conceal my emotions as I do my identity, but my flute is powered by them, so the melody cannot be helped, but it’s successful as it lures my prey right to me.

  Wearing nothing but a male’s T-shirt, it’s oversized on her, but the scent is so familiar, like something I once smelled before but forgotten. With the cool breeze, her nipples are hard and they beam at me through the thin fabric. Her long legs are bare as well as her shoeless feet, but with help of her magic, she floats toward me in a trance. Holding one of the high notes, she open
s her eyes, fully awake and looks around confused, noticing she’s no longer safely enclosed in the bedroom in her lover’s arms but out in the open on top of the roof.

  When she sees me, her eyes widen, but not in fear. No. Anger covers her face, making the green in her eyes spark like green fire. “Ruelle! What the hell? Why are you here?”

  “I’m here for you, of course,” I answer with a lazy drawl.

  “Why?” she asks, narrowing her eyes. She does nothing to cover up, even if I’m sure she’s well aware of her stiff nips right now. She’ll never show weakness in front of the enemy, which makes me hard.

  “Your father misses you. I’ve been ordered to bring you back. You had your fun, caused a shitload of trouble, let’s be gone now and let the aftermath fall where it will.” Her answer doesn’t surprise me nor the defiant way she delivers it.

  “Hell no. If I go back, it’ll be on my own terms, not because Daddy,” she says the word just as disgusted as possible, “says so.”

  “Is that right? You’re saying all this like I’m giving you a choice. I have my orders and, sweetheart, to me, my life is more important than yours. Now, in your father’s exact words, it was ‘bring her back willingly or tied up, kicking and screaming’. If you choose the second option, I don’t mind a little rope play.” I wink and she scowls, but the disgust she wants to show isn’t there. Even her breathing has grown more rapid. Interesting.

  Moving closer, I run the tip of my finger across her collar bone. “Didn’t you get enough earlier? If you’re still unsatisfied, I can take care of you on the jet,” I offer lavishly.

  Slapping my hand away, she growls, “Fuck off. I’ll never allow you to touch me.”

  “Never say never,” I sing. “Now, are you coming or are we going about this the hard way?” Her expression doesn’t change, and I sigh, even if I’m loving the challenge. With the borrowed power from my lord, I’m barely keeping both champions back. If they alert the other two, I won’t be able to fight them all off.

  Moving my flute to my lips, I continue my melody. Immediately, she’s enthralled, caught under my spell and her whole body goes still. Highlighting some notes, I let them flow over her body, teasing her like she teases me. Notes softly brush over her hardened nipples, making her moan. More tickle her throat. The more daring ones travel to her clit and rub against her heat, soothing and stroking. Cooling and inflaming. If I had the time, I could take her on this roof, but I don’t and it’s not a puppet I want. I want her willing and wanting. I want the moans and noises I heard earlier freely given to me. All I ever wanted was for her to want me. Call it destiny. Call it fate, but in this life, when it comes to her, both are cruel, and it seems I’m the one who always loses.

  Angelica

  I hate his flute. I want to curse the bloody instrument to the bloody pits of Hell. As soon as he started to play, I tried to shake the sound off by making the bells in my hair ring, but he was prepared for that and used some power to hold my body still. Now, left defenseless with no way to shield the music, the hypnotic notes overwhelm my hearing and take charge of my body. Like a puppet, I can only stand there, waiting on the puppeteer to come play with me. To insult me further, the melody wreaks havoc on my emotions, the notes growing hands of their own, and I can feel them brushing against my body, teasing me. Light fingertips leave the lightest of touches against my sensitive nipples and trail a path down my ribcage to my clit, where it teases and taunts me. Biting my cheek, I hold back any moan that dares to escape or at least, I try to. No matter how aroused he makes me, I will not give this asshat the pleasure of knowing he’s getting to me.

  As the warmth blossoms over me, I stubbornly hold my ground. Eyeing me like he has figured me out, he starts to play higher notes, making the eerie music a bit louder. Instead of whispering, it’s murmuring all in a language to trap me. On their own, my feet move toward the devil until I’m right in front of him. When I’m close enough, he lowers his head until it’s snuggling the crook of my neck. I don’t know why this scene, these feelings, feel so familiar. All that is missing is the biting cold of a porcelain mask. I don’t know what it is about Ruelle period that puts me off guard. Like right now. Why isn’t Mr. Meow attacking? It’s that reason alone why I’m not completely freaking out. If he were here to hurt me, he would have. Teasing me with his magical flute isn’t actually touching me.

  When I look up into his eyes, the silver orbs are cloaked in darkness when they should be shining in the night sky. Eyes just like these come to mind, but those are blue and thrive in the daylight. His gaze watches mine, like he’s trying to decide something and our bodies move closer against both our wills. I breathe in his fresh scent, nostalgic all of a sudden.

  “Are you scared?” he asks. His question is almost vulnerable, whispered in the dead of the night, and for the life of me, I can’t understand why.

  My reply is just as insane as the question when I rest my palms against his warm cheeks and stand on my tip toes until our lips are nearly touching. This close, the silver in his eyes disappears and all that’s left is black. He’s the bad guy, but still I whisper, “Never.” With that, he pulls me the rest of the distance and brushes my forehead with a sweet kiss. This is the last I remember before I black out.

  Chapter 26

  Zion

  “Angelica is gone,” Sabre says, shaking me awake.

  Naked, I groan, groggy, until it fully registers what she said and I’m jumping out of the bed with my cock waving left and right, but that doesn’t matter right now. “What do you mean she’s gone? Where did she go? How did she get past you and Archer?”

  On the bed, Kirito mumbles, “Shut up,” in Japanese in his sleep before rolling back over. Once I get my jeans on, I kick him in the side, not caring if I hurt him or not. I nearly forgot the bastard joined us.

  “What the hell?” he gripes.

  “Put some clothes on. Angelica is missing,” I waste no time telling him. I give the bastard this. He doesn’t waste my time with unnecessary questions, concentrating on the only words that matter. Angelica and missing.

  “What happened?” I ask Sabre out loud so Kirito can also hear.

  “There was a disturbance on the grounds on the other side of the property. Both Archer and I left to check it out, but when we didn’t find anything, Archer left to check on you guys while I stayed to keep searching. It didn’t take long before he came back and said something was blocking him from the building. Even with both of us, we couldn’t break through. It wasn’t until right before I woke you that we were finally let through, but Angelica was the only one missing.”

  “And where is Archer now?”

  “I suspect with her. He hasn’t reported that he couldn’t find her,” she replies.

  “He also hasn’t confirmed he found her either,” I muse. I bet that bastard Ruelle took her. He goaded me into finding her just so he could swoop in and steal her. Unless she ran off on her own, which I doubt, or else why go through all the trouble of blocking our Champions, plus she’s not that powerful. His taking her is the only logical answer. If that’s the case, there's only one place they're headed. Back to the academy.

  Pulling out my cell, I dial my pilot and call my driver. I want to leave as soon as possible. He may have a head start on us, but we won’t be far behind. I’ll make sure of it. “We’re leaving here in fifteen minutes. Be ready,” I tell Kirito.

  “Yeah, let me go let my parents know.” Without asking anything else, he leaves. He has faith that I know where we are going, so why waste time with unnecessary questions. Standing beside me, Sabre looks crestfallen. She hates feeling like she failed, and Angelica always brings out that feeling in her. Me too, if I’m being honest. I can’t believe I slept through her leaving. I was beat, having completely drained myself fucking her and then half dead sharing her when Kirito burst in, demanding to be part of our circle. But even with all that, I should have felt her move unless magic prevented me from doing so. If that’s true, the power that weirdo
wields is truly terrifying.

  Once we’re all settled on the jet, I grab Kirito’s hand and close my eyes tightly, concentrating. Moving us through time and space, I turn back time exactly one hour and pull us forward. Now, our steps are lined up the same with Ruelle. As long as nothing major was disturbed in the amount of time I messed with, there will be no repercussions. Where do you think the feeling of deja vu comes from? Chances are, you really did do something and someone came along and turned back time, causing you to do it again.

  But even after doing all that, I do not rest easy. I won’t until I see her safe. Neither will Kirito, judging by the crazy murderous look in his dark eyes. Before we left, his parents tried to get him to stay. It was her father that had her collected, so they had no say in the matter. They are good parents and don’t want their son in harm’s way. Even with the possibility of an heir, they still don’t want any unnecessary danger brought on them. He’s truly lucky to have two parents that care about him. I’ve always been jealous of him because of that. Such a thing is rare, and he has two of them. Maybe it’s all the power, the magic that makes mages assholes once they become parents. An endless loop of bad parenting.

 

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