Initiation Year 1: An Academy Reversed Harem Paranormal Why Choose College Bully Romance (Fallen Fae Academy Book 1)

by Rachel Angel

  Red followed them and sat on the edge of the bed. “Mind if I watch?” he said.

  “Sure,” Zed said. “Maybe you’ll learn a thing or two.” He pulled Harley’s jeans off and ran his finger along the soft fabric of her plain cotton underwear. “Nice,” he said softly. “Even with these things on, you’re still as sexy as hell.”

  Harley smiled and sank back into the pillows as his finger continued to run over her clitoris.

  “Is she wet yet?” Red said. He’d pulled out his cock and was gently stroking it as he kept his eyes on Harley.

  Zed poked a finger under her underwear and slid it through the slick moisture and further until he was deep inside her. “Oh, she’s wet, all right.”

  “I want to see,” Red said.

  Zed pulled her underwear to the side, exposing the wet folds of skin and her throbbing clitoris. He pulled his finger out and wiped it along her thigh.

  “Does she taste sweet?”

  Zed lowered his head into her crotch and took a long, slow lick up, lingering a moment longer on her clitoris.

  Harley let out a shuddering breath.

  “You like that?” Red asked her.

  She nodded.

  “Try it again,” Red ordered.

  Zed went down and set his tongue as far back as he could and slowly licked his way up again.

  Harley gripped the comforter around her and groaned.

  “Let me see her clit,” Red said. “Yeah. That’s nice.”

  She could feel it throbbing, just begging to be licked one more time. Just begging for that all-encompassing release.

  “I want to see her cum,” Red said.

  Zed licked her once again and the throbbing increased. And again until she thought she’d explode.

  Then a final time and Harley was flooded with waves of euphoria.

  Red sat up straighter, his eyes on her clitoris. Zed backed away as Red came in closer still, his eyes on the throbbing little nub. He pulled off his jeans and plundered into her hitting her in her G-spot over and over again until she was buckling with her orgasm.

  “Now that’s a lesson I could learn again and again,” Red said, licking her dry.

  “Most definitely,” Zed said, before working her up again for another round.

  Chapter 14

  Harley

  This semester, Harley found herself taking a new class. It was something she hadn’t signed up for and something she never would have dreamed of taking. Magical Arts.

  She walked into the class to see that instead of individual desks, this class had them standing at narrow tables with various instruments, jars and bottles laid out before them.

  She had no idea what to expect, and as Master Niven stood at the front of the class and asked everyone to pair up for a project, she just stared dumbfounded at him. Everyone else in the class was pairing up, but no one seemed to want to work with her.

  “Kingsley,” Master Niven called out. “I believe it’d be best if you could help Harley along.”

  Kingsley, who had settled in with a pretty redhead at the other side of the class, reluctantly left her side and came to Harley.

  “I’m betting you’re new at this,” Kingsley muttered as he came up behind her.

  She looked back at him. “What gave me away?” she said, trying to make light of the situation.

  He wasn’t the slightest bit amused but came up beside her and set his hands on her table. “I just hope you don’t bring my grade average down. You won’t, Harley?”

  “I’ll try my best to get an ‘A’ in this class, too,” Harley said. “Fae or not, I won’t fail.”

  “Now,” Master Niven said, “magic is a finicky power. When it works well, it can be glorious, but when it fails, it can be disastrous.” He walked through the rows of tables. “Now imagine if I were to ask you…” He stopped before two girls. “What sort of house would you like to live in?” he asked one of them.

  “Something big and beautiful,” the girl said. “With shutters and flower boxes.”

  “All right, class,” Master Niven said. “I want you all to imagine something big and beautiful with shutters and flower boxes. And now I want you to take just five minutes to sketch out what you see.”

  The class was silent save for the scratching of pencils against paper as everyone drew their vision of the house.

  After five minutes, Master Niven picked up all the drawings and went back to the girl.

  “Please turn your drawing face down for now,” he asked her.

  Confused, she did as he asked.

  “Now, let us see here.” He took the first drawing from his pile and set it on the girls’ table. “Is this the house of your dreams?”

  “Umm, no. Not really,” the girl said. “Mine is more…”

  “Ah, ah,” Master Niven said with a wave of his finger. He turned and showed the pretty drawing to the class. “And yet this is a pretty house, is it not?”

  The students of the class nodded.

  “And how about this one?”

  “No. It’s too…”

  “I don’t yet want to know why,” he interjected. “Just tell me, what about this one?”

  “No.”

  “Or this one?”

  Every time he turned a page over to show the girl, then raised it to show the class.

  “Who can tell me why this isn’t working out? After all. She made it clear, did she not? She wants a big and beautiful house with shutters and flower boxes. Every single one of the drawings that I’ve shown you depicts a big, beautiful house with shutters and flower boxes.”

  He looked at the girl. “So why don’t you like any of these?”

  She shrugged. “They’re pretty, but it’s just not what I really envisioned.”

  He took her drawing and turned it over. “This is what you envision?”

  She nodded.

  Master Niven showed the drawing to everyone. The big stone house had balconies at every window. Every window was flanked by colorful shutters and every balcony was lined with flower boxes. The front double doors had ornate knockers and hinges, and the walkway was lined with more flowers.

  “This is how magic can go so wrong,” Master Niven said. “It is easy to skip over the details, to envision a very generalized image that can mean anything to anyone.”

  He picked up the pile of drawings. “All of these are of big, beautiful houses with shutters and flower boxes, yet all of them got it wrong. Why? Lack of details.”

  He walked back to the front of the class. “Your project consists of creating a very precise illusion. You can use any method you want. You can be as creative as you want with the illusion, but it must be detailed and precise. You have two weeks to make this happen.”

  Master Niven looked at everyone and clapped his hands together. “Begin!”

  Biting her lip, Harley looked up at Kingsley. “I don’t know why I was put in this class.”

  “Hush,” Kingsley said. “Master Niven probably doesn’t know about you. We’ll figure it out. I’ll show you a few tricks.”

  “I don’t even know where to begin.”

  He poked his finger between her breasts. “There,” he said softly. “You start there, then…” He brought his finger to her forehead. “You work from there.”

  “What is that supposed to mean?”

  “It means that you have to believe. You have to know in your heart that the power is within you, and you have to recognize how it all works together. You can’t just snap your fingers and make something appear on a whim. You have to have the conviction that you can do it.”

  For the remainder of the class he showed her various small magical tasks she could try. He showed her various potions that could change someone’s mood, or remedy someone’s ailment, or turn someone into the animal of their choice.

  But every time that Harley tried, it didn’t work.

  “You just don’t believe in yourself enough.”

  The class came to an end and Harley was disappointed i
n herself.

  “Look,” Kingsley said. “I have a few spare hours tonight. Why don’t you stop by and we’ll go over all this again?”

  She nodded, and later that night, she headed to his apartment to work on the project. His apartment was even more lavish than Oak’s. It was an entire suite with a full modern kitchen, a sunk in living room, a formal dining area, a guest bathroom, and a huge bedroom with its own bathroom.

  The black leather sofa was topped with white fluffy cushions and the end tables each had a tall elegant lamp. On the floor there was a huge artistically design run and the walls were covered with various abstract works.

  “Sorry the place is a bit of a mess,” Kingsley said, picking up a pair of socks and tossing them into his private bathroom. “The maid didn’t come around today.”

  The maid?

  “Come on. Sit here,” Kingsley said as he offered her a seat at the long elegant dining table.

  For the next few hours they went over a number of easy potions and just as Harley was beginning to think she’d never catch on, she did it.

  She had put together the right ingredients to make a bird appear, and finally, as she looked at the powdered substance she’d set onto a small pile of leaves, she concentrated, envisioning every aspect of the pretty little blue bird.

  “You did it!” Kingsley called out.

  She opened her eyes, and on the pile of leaves sat the perfect little blue bird. Harley brought her hands to her cheeks in amazement. “I can’t believe it. Oh, my God.” She turned to Kingsley. “I did that?”

  He nodded as he scooped the bird into his hand, opened a window and set it free.

  “Wow,” she went on, amazed. “Yeah,” she said proudly. “I did that.”

  Kingsley smiled before kissing her. “Yes, you did. Now have confidence in yourself, and you’ll do more than make birds appear.” He kissed her again before taking her into his bedroom, laying her on his bed, and then slowly stripping her down to eat her out.

  After her climax, he pulled down his pants and plunged into her, thrusting again and again until he climaxed.

  “I love making love to you,” Kingsley said, kissing her afterwards. You’re so sexy and open to everything I want to do. You make me hard for you all the time when I think of what I want to do to you.”

  “Kingsley,” Harley said, delirious in her lust for him. “I want to do everything with you. I want to explore everything with you. I don’t know what has gotten over me since that night at the club, but I’m always hot for you and the Fallen Boys, I can drop everything and just have sex with you whenever any of you are around.”

  Kingsley chuckled and kissed her, “That’s why you’re our girl. Our very naughty little sexy as hell girl. No one does it for us, but you, Harley.”

  In the days that followed, Kingsley softened up and was increasingly pleasant with her in their Magical Arts class. They fell into a comfortable routine, meeting almost every night and working on the project before succumbing to their desires.

  “You’ve really caught on fast,” he told her when she’d succeed with three consecutive exercises.

  Beaming, she looked at him. She’d come to look forward to every moment she spent with him. It seemed like time stood still when she looked into his beautiful eyes.

  He brushed a stray strand of hair from her cheek and placed it behind her ear. She’d noticed these past few days how he would often find a way of touching her. He would brush up against her as he showed her a trick, or lean heavily into her when he laughed. It was a different touch than the hot lustful ones he had for her when they made love. These soft almost shy ones were ones a guy in love would have for his girl.

  She loved every moment and dreaded the day the project would be over.

  Hopefully, their growing friendship wouldn’t end as well.

  ***

  Kingsley

  Kingsley watched her, her innocence and joy at the small feat of magic she thought she’s accomplished. At first he wanted to avoid the human girl outside of their sexual encounters, but now he was beginning to enjoy her wit, her intelligence, her sense of adventure, and companionship besides her hot body.

  He had to watch himself, though, because she was what she was. He couldn’t afford to really fall for her, could he?

  But he had to help her succeed in Magical Arts or he would go down in flames along with her. She was his partner, and that meant she would have to perform magic too, although she was human.

  For a while he’d thought she’d be able to do it. He’d heard from the Dunsworths that a fae half-blood lived in the human realm. He now wondered, could that half-blood be Harley? And could she be a princess?

  Of course, she was, he realized. She had to be. He would try to find out before the year was over. And that meant being with her as much as possible. If she was the half-blood and the princess they had said was lost, then he would see some evidence of it at some point. Her magic couldn’t be so strong that she could be hiding being fae from them all? If so, hiding her fae blood from other faes, was a strong magic too. He shook his head. Most likely she didn’t have that strong magic or if she did, she didn’t have it yet.

  From what he had seen, her abilities to perform accurate and precise magic still wasn’t good enough. He had to find a way around it.

  The time finally came, and they presented their project to Master Niven and the entire class. Everything went well, perfect even. Without Harley noticing anything, or Master Niven, Kingsley worked hard and concentrated harder than he ever had in his life to ensure that the magic components Harley presented worked. She must never know that the magic had actually come from him.

  With professional and expert precision, they presented the various aspect of their magic, showed off their techniques of glamour and even finished each other’s sentences.

  The class applauded, and Kingsley took a hold of Harley’s hand as she blushed.

  Convinced she’d performed magic, she beamed proudly.

  Chapter 15

  Harley

  Harley knocked at Zed and Red’s door.

  “Come in,” one of them called out.

  She entered their apartment, ready for another night of physics lessons. Even though they were learning some very valuable physics, it seemed their lessons always ended in the bedroom… something Harley didn’t mind at all.

  It was a routine she’d come to enjoy and look forward to.

  But as she looked around, she realized this night would be different. The lights were turned down low, and the entire room glowed with dozens of white candles.

  “I don’t know if you’ve been counting,” Zed said as he took her hand and led her out to the large patio that overlooked a graceful waterfall. They’d set up an elegant table set with fine china and crystal. “But we’ve now been seeing each other for two months.”

  Red came up behind her and kissed her tenderly on the neck. “We thought we should celebrate.” He pulled a chair back for her and pushed it back in once she was seated.

  “I had never noticed this view from your apartment before. You guys are so lucky.”

  Sitting on either side of her, Zed and Red took a hold of her hands.

  “We are lucky,” Zed said. “We never thought we’d meet someone like you.”

  “And we certainly never thought that we’d be so lucky as to spend so much time with someone like you.”

  “We both want you to know just how special you are to us.”

  “In fact, we’d like you to come to the Ball with us next week. Please say ‘yes’ for us Harley. You don’t know how much you’ve come to mean to us.”

  “School didn’t mean that much to us before,” Red said, “Until you cared enough about us passing Physics to tutor us. No one cared before. Not even our mother. We just got by, because we’re the sons of the founder. But until you came along, we didn’t really try to learn anything. Now we want to do our best because of you.”

  “You’ve turned our world upside down,” Zed
said. “Rearranged us.”

  “No other girl can do it for us,” Red said. “We can’t even look at anyone else,” he said, taking Harley into his arms before reaching down to take one of her hands.

  “I get hard just thinking of you,” Zed said. “We can’t get enough of you. We always want more.” He reached down to hold Harley’s other hand.

  Smiling, Harley squeezed both their hands, and said, “You’re pretty special to me, too, Boys.”

  ***

  With Oak feeling a little better, Harley brought him out to the field.

  “How about a light practice with me?” she said. “I’ll try not to hurt you,” she added with a chuckle.

  He laughed. “I guess I can trust you. You haven’t hurt me yet.”

  She tossed the soccer ball at him and he slowly kicked from one foot to the other as he ran across the field, then kicked full force at the goal.

  “Not bad,” Harley said.

  “So come on,” he challenged. “Let’s see what you can do.”

  She retrieved the ball and tossed it to him again. This time, as he manipulated the ball across the field, she ran up to him, kicked the ball out of his control and kicked the ball to the opposing goal.

  “Holy shit,” he cried out. “Where’d that come from?”

  She grinned. “I don’t know, really.”

  She thought he’d be angry or intimidated by her capabilities, and as he marched over to her, she thought he was going to throttle her.

  “Never mind soccer,” he said, his smoldering eyes heated with sexual interest. He swooped her up into his arms and carried her off the field and into the woods where he pressed her up against a tree.

  He glamoured the scene into the Faery Realms and made sweet love to her.

  “You’re the best thing that’s ever happen to me,” he murmured into her ear as his orgasm subsided.

  She looked up at him aroused by the touch of him and touched by the emotions.