Zodiac Academy 5: Cursed Fates: An Academy Bully Romance (Supernatural Bullies and Beasts)

by Caroline Peckham

  I turned to Blue with a wide, boyish grin and whipped the blade through the air between us. My breathing stuttered once more as the entire sword ignited in red and blue fire, the blade itself shimmering like it had turned to molten silver.

  “Holy fuck,” I gasped and she laughed.

  “Do you like it?” she asked like there was an actual possibility that I couldn’t like this. It was incredible. Fucking unbelievable. “It’s indestructible,” she explained, stepping closer. “It was forged with Phoenix fire. You just have to run your thumb between the wings to put out the flames.”

  I did as she said and the fire extinguished, but the blade seemed to glimmer for a long time after. The power in this weapon was immense, I could feel it ringing through my bones.

  “It’s magnificent,” I breathed. “Thank you. Though I’ve got no idea what I’ve done to earn it.”

  “You’ve done a thousand things to earn it, Lance. You make me so happy, you’ve taught me to trust again, you’ve helped me become a true Fae.”

  My heart thundered at those words. They made me shine like a damn Pegasus on a rainbow high.

  I placed the sword back in the box, fucking giddy as a kid as I thought about using it on the next Nymph run.

  I turned to Blue and pointed at the pile of blankets with a smirk taking over my features. “Sit.”

  I had a bottle of champagne waiting beside two glasses next to her and I picked it up, popping the cork and making her jump in surprise as she kicked her shoes off and dropped down in the centre of the blankets.

  She stared up at me with a grin, looking like the most edible thing I’d ever seen. I tipped a measure of champagne into my mouth and she watched me with undisguised lust.

  “Take your dress off,” I commanded and her eyes widened. I’d been waiting all day to have her and now she’d given me a fucking sword, I was going to say thank you in the best way I knew.

  She opened the tie on the little wrap around dress she was wearing, her gaze fixed on mine. She curled her bare toes against the blanket as I watched her, drinking champagne and swallowing the fizzing bubbles on my tongue.

  When the dress hung open either side of her, I took in the dark blue underwear she wore, the lace giving me a view of her puckered nipples through her bra. My dick was straining against my fly as I kicked off my shoes and stepped onto the blanket, gazing down at her beneath me as she shrugged out of the dress and tossed it aside.

  I couldn’t help but get off on the position of power that standing over her gave me. It was how I was made. Vampire. Fae. Man. I wanted to bend her to my will and make her praise my name like the stars themselves. I wanted her to renounce her faith in every one of them in the sky and name me as her one and only god. But Blue wasn’t a pious little thing who knelt at my altar. She was a goddess in her own right. And however hard I pushed her, she’d always push back.

  “Lie down,” I instructed and she hesitated, giving me that look that said she wasn’t entirely approving of my bossy tone. She wanted to fight me, I could see that instinct in her eyes. But if she didn’t play along, then I’d have to be firmer.

  “Why don’t you come down here?” she insisted, ignoring my demand and shifting onto her knees before me. Her dark blue hair pooled around her, shimmering in the light of the fires burning in the sconces around us. She was almost entirely irresistible to me as she looked up and batted those long lashes. But we were going to play on my terms tonight. I wasn’t going to be persuaded otherwise.

  I lowered the bottle between us and held it to her lips. “Do as I say or you’ll be punished.” I poured the champagne haphazardly over her mouth and it spilled down her chin and onto her breasts as she swallowed the small amount she’d gotten.

  Her throat bobbed and mischief entered her gaze. Always the rebel.

  She reached for my waistband and I let her run the palm of her hand up my solid length. I was as hard as steel for her. Had been since the second she’d arrived. No girl had ever driven me this wild. I only had to scent her on the wind and I was ready to fucking pounce.

  I caught her wrist with a dark smirk then brought it to my lips and sank my fangs into her veins, being rougher than usual so she let out a little squeak of surprise. Her blood was a drug I took willingly. It washed through me like an electrical storm, raising every hair across my body as I got lost to the taste of her. When I yanked my fangs free, I rubbed my thumb across the wound to heal it before letting go of her, taking in the sight of her parted lips and the need in her eyes. A need I was going to fulfil until she couldn’t remember her own name, let alone mine.

  I lowered to a crouch before her, taking another long swig of the champagne. “Now, lie down, Blue.”

  She went willingly this time, resting back on the soft bed I’d made, her chest heaving. I devoured the view of her spread out for me, my own breathing matching the rampant pants of hers. I was a slave to this body, this girl. I wanted to possess every part of her, invade her and lay siege to every corner of her being.

  I used my water magic to chill the bottle, causing ice crystals to form on the glass. Then I ran the edge of it along her side, following the curve of her hip as she flinched and shivered.

  “Still,” I growled. “Or I’ll restrain you.”

  She gave me a look that said she wasn’t totally adverse to that idea and I chuckled darkly. When I reached her bra, I rolled the bottle between the swell of her breasts then tipped it up and splashed a healthy measure of the champagne all over her. She gasped, rearing up, but a whip of my air magic forced her back down again.

  I placed the bottle beside us, moving over her and straddling her hips as I leaned down and ran my tongue between her cleavage, lapping away the alcohol as she moaned my name. Her hand fisted in my hair and I caught hold of it, slamming it back down onto the blanket as I lifted my head to snarl at her in warning. “Don’t touch me unless I say so.”

  She nodded, her eyes dancing with the thrill of this game and a grin tugged at my lips.

  “Open your mouth,” I commanded and she did so as I brought the bottle to her lips, pouring a measure inside then lunging forward to devour it with my tongue. She moaned as she kissed me and I growled as I lost some control, the flavour of her mixed with the champagne making me heady. This girl would be the ruin of me. But I was too far gone to care. I’d let her destroy me brick by brick because if I had to fall, I was more than happy for it to be by her hands.

  I ground my hips against her stomach so she could feel how much I wanted her and her fingers hooked into my waistband as her tongue met mine with desperate strokes.

  I pulled back, capturing both her hands with a wicked look. “Looking for trouble, beautiful?”

  She blushed and I wished I could bottle that colour. I’d paint it on my walls and wear it on my damn skin. She was too divine a creature and I was utterly captivated by her when she looked at me like that.

  She licked her lips, no doubt tasting the last of me and the champagne on her tongue.

  “Are you going to punish me, Professor?” she asked sweetly and fuck, I was about to lose my mind. I needed to be inside of her, feeling her heat, her aching flesh as she wrapped herself around me. I could sense myself giving into that urge inch by inch.

  I nodded with a sinister smile, lifting my weight off her and flipping her over beneath me, making her gasp in alarm with the strength I used. I pressed my knees into the blanket on either side of her and yanked her hips up, sitting back as I brought her perfect round ass to my lips and sank my teeth into her flesh. She cried out as I marked her with my fangs then caught a fist full of her hair as I reared over her. The blue glittered around my fingers and looked so damn good in my grip. I brought my mouth to her ear, grinding my aching cock into her ass as she panted my name.

  “Good girls get rewarded,” I purred. “Are you going to behave?”

  She nodded.

  “Say it,” I growled.

  “I’ll be good.”

  “Then stay where you ar
e.” I moved behind her as she remained on all fours, her back peppering with goosebumps as I sat back on my heels and brushed my fingers over her flawless skin. I unhooked her bra and she shrugged out of it, shivering as I circled my fingers between her shoulder blades.

  I hooked my fingers into her panties and she swore as I pulled them down, tugging them over her ankles and making her toes curl up tightly as she was bared to me.

  I palmed her ass, releasing a wave of healing magic over the bite mark and her hips started to sway with urgency. It took everything I had not to unzip my fly and thrust myself into her. But I wanted to take it slow, make her endure every ounce of pleasure I could give before I took any for myself.

  “Are you wet for me, Blue?” I asked.

  “See for yourself,” she said breathily and I laughed. Always lippy. Even when I had her at my mercy.

  I slapped my hand hard against her ass and she gasped in surprise before I rubbed the reddened mark to soothe it. “Answer me,” I insisted and I could picture her blush from here.

  “Yes,” she whispered and I slid my hand between her legs, feeling the evidence of her arousal with a groan.

  Fuck, she’s so ready for me.

  I placed one hand on the base of her spine then pushed two fingers into her without warning, making her back arch as she cried out. I pumped them slowly, getting off on her moaning and begging for more. I built up a relentlessly slow rhythm that was enough to drive her crazy, but never enough to push her over the edge. She wasn’t going there until I said so.

  “Lance, please,” she panted and my mouth pulled up at the corner.

  I pulled my hand free and grabbed her hips suddenly, flipping her back over and grabbing the bottle of champagne. I poured the ice cold liquid between her legs and her hips bucked as she let out a cry of alarm. I pressed one palm down on her stomach to keep her still, dropping my mouth between her thighs and lapping up the champagne as she cursed like a sailor.

  I feasted on her, nipping and sucking, licking and devouring until she was right at the edge of oblivion. I teased her clit between my teeth then used the tip of my tongue to soothe the pain and push her nearer to bliss. Her thighs tightened around me and my name fell from her lips again and again, echoing around the chamber and branding this place as ours forever.

  I feasted on her mercilessly, drawing her closer and closer before slowing my tongue and making her beg and beg and beg. It was the highest form of power and I was losing my mind over it.

  “Please – god – please,” she cried, but she wasn’t going to come like this. I wanted to fall apart with her and I was so desperate for her, I knew I was going to last about as long as she was at this point.

  I moved over her and she clawed at my shirt, her eyes wild with need. I let her pull it over my head, losing all control as she slid her hands between us, unbuckling my pants with frantic fingers and taking my solid shaft into her hand.

  “Fuck, Blue,” I gasped as she skimmed her thumb over the head of my cock and I swear I was gonna blow any second.

  She guided me between her legs, lifting her hips in a desperate offering and I claimed her with a forceful thrust that made her scream. I caught her wrists, holding them above her head and slamming into her with the speed of my Order. She was coming apart, clenching around me and I was just as close, panting heavily as I drove us both toward nirvana.

  Her lips crashed clumsily against mine and the taste of her sent me over the edge at the same moment as her. She clung to my back with her nails tearing into my flesh as I spilled myself inside her and groaned curses as pleasure seized me. An explosion of ecstasy took place everywhere in my body. My head was bursting with light and her body felt like an extension of mine as our magic tumbled together, colliding and joining, making another wave of pure pleasure tear through me. I didn’t feel like I was on the same plane as I had been two seconds ago, I was lost to her. My beautiful blue-haired warrior.

  My forehead fell against hers and the sweet scent of her flesh brought me back to reality. I stared down into the infinite depths of her dark green eyes and placed a kiss against the corner of her mouth as I fought to catch my breath.

  Everything in my life was brighter with her. It was good and sweet and perfect. I didn’t know what I’d done for the stars to gift me this girl. I could never have offered them enough to earn this good fortune. And I wasn’t going to squander it. I knew what I had. And I’d protect her until my dying breath. And even then I’d still fight to keep her safe beyond the veil. Whatever it took. Always.

  After my night with Orion, my head was left spinning and my body weakened by so much pleasure that I could barely walk straight. He’d carried me back to my room just before sunrise. Exhausted, shattered, whole.

  I slept for a few hours and when I woke, I was still smiling. I didn’t think I’d ever get rid of this smile. And I didn’t want to.

  I shimmied to the edge of the bed and pushed a hand into my bag on the floor, hunting for my Atlas and wondering how the hell I’d woken up before my alarm considering how little sleep I’d had. But somehow I didn’t feel tired, I felt energised. High on freaking life. Orion was like a shot of adrenaline that made my heart sing and my mind swim with endless happiness. I hadn’t wanted to part from him last night, but I knew he couldn’t sleep that well in my small bed and it had been too risky to head back to the staff quarters that close to dawn. We’d gotten some sleep in the archives, but we’d also had an insatiable appetite for each other that just hadn’t quit.

  I huffed as I poked my head over the edge of the bed, trying to see into my bag as I searched for my Atlas. I couldn’t actually remember seeing it since dinner yesterday and I sighed as I realised it wasn’t there. I must have left it down in The Orb.

  Getting out of bed, I headed to the shower and was soon ready for the day in my uniform. I used a handy little vanity spell Sofia had taught me to conceal the bags under my eyes before heading out the door with my bag over my shoulder.

  By the time I got to The Orb, the tiredness was starting to set in and I yawned broadly as I headed over to join the A.S.S. at our usual table. Tory was there already and I dropped down beside her with another yawn as she raised an eyebrow at me. I offered her a twin look which gave her the answer and she snorted a laugh as I swiped a bagel off of the mountain Geraldine had laid out for us, hiding a grin.

  “What dastardly deeds did you get up to last night, Darcy Vega?” Geraldine demanded, leaning in conspiratorially. “It’s unlike you to be late to our morning feast.”

  A blush hit my cheeks and I shrugged, unable to give any kind of honest answer.

  “Cod in a cornfield! Do you have a young gentlefae who has stolen your affections?” she asked excitedly and Sofia and Diego looked to me too with a keen interest.

  “I er…” I tucked a lock of hair behind my ear. “Well, there might be someone I guess.”

  “Do tell!” Geraldine demanded, slamming her hand down on the table and making a bunch of bagels tumble down the mountain.

  “I can’t,” I said, chewing my lip. “It’s a secret.” At that moment, my gaze snagged on Orion at the far end of the room sitting at a table with Nova and Washer. He rarely came to breakfast and it made my heart thunder as he caught my eye and a smirk danced around his lips before he looked away again. Lips that had been all over my body last night. A mouth that had made me scream a hundred times.

  I cleared my throat, taking a bite of my bagel to try and distract myself from how good he looked today in a crisp white shirt and navy tie.

  “I would take your secret to the grave and beyond, my lady,” Geraldine swore, marking a cross over her heart.

  I smiled guiltily, wishing I could be honest with her. I knew she’d keep the secret, she was just so damn loyal, she wouldn’t dare breathe a word to anyone. But this wasn’t something I could implicate my friends in. It was bad enough that Tory knew, despite the fact that I was so glad she did. It was so nice to be able to talk about it at last.

 
; “I know,” I said, about to come up with some explanation when Geraldine gasped like a wasp had flown into her mouth as she pointed frantically at the door behind me.

  I turned in confusion and my heart dipped as I spotted the group of four FIB agents striding into The Orb in their black jumpsuits with high-powered magical weapons strapped to their hips, including a gun and what looked like some sort of taser.

  “What are they doing here?” Tory murmured as excited chatter filled the room.

  “Nymph attack?” I guessed, sharing a concerned look with her as they strode towards Principal Nova.

  She jumped from her seat, seeming just as alarmed by their appearance as everyone else. But they didn’t acknowledge her, two of them grabbed hold of Orion’s arms and yanked him out of his seat. What the fuck??

  “Professor Lance Orion, you are hereby detained by the Court of Solaria for fraternising with a student who is none other than a Princess of Solaria.”

  Noise exploded around the room and eyes turned towards me and Tory, but I couldn’t see anything but a blur as my world spun and everything became terrifying unsteady. My heart squeezed like it was in a razor sharp vice as I struggled for breath. This can’t be right, there must have been some mistake.

  “Oh my stars, does Tory Vega’s sex addiction know no bounds?” Mildred piped up and Tory gripped my hand under the table as eyes swung toward her. Shit, no, no, no.

  Every single nerve ending in my body screamed. Panic warred through my body like a flashfire.

  I had to stop this.

  I had to explain.

  But how?

  What could I do?

  Think Darcy, fucking think!

  Nova looked to Orion in alarm and one of the agents slammed some sort of notice down in front of her.

  “Wait, just wait a fucking second.” Orion yanked his arms free, swivelling to face the agents with his shoulders rigid. “What proof do you have?” he demanded and I stood up, knowing I needed to do something.