Shadow Magic: Year 3

by Alexa B. James

  A creaking at my door pulls my attention, and I whip around.

  “Leave it,” Rocco says, sitting up and grabbing my chin, turning me to face him.

  Our eyes lock, and I feel Rocco’s cock throb under me. “Naughty boy,” I say, delighted with his daring. Anyone in the hall could walk by and look in to see us. And he wants it that way.

  A wave of heat runs through me as I imagine someone watching us the way Darius watched them pleasure me that day during my finals. My fingers practically tear the buttons off Rocco’s shirt, exposing his gloriously muscled chest. I dip my head low, keeping my eyes on the crack in my door as I drag my tongue across Rocco’s nipple. He lets out a low moan, shuddering in pleasure.

  My nails drag down his chest, making their way to his pants as I work to undo them, too. He growls and rips open my shirt in one swift yank, a wild look lighting his eyes. I can feel magic creeping over my skin, but I push it back. I don’t need magic for this.

  Rocco pulls me down low so he can draw me into a long kiss, his tongue thrusting roughly against mine in his passion. My bra suddenly vanishes, my breasts hanging free. Rocco grabs one, pinching my nipple hard and sending a shock of pleasure straight to my clit. I arch my back and cry out, my hips jerking against his. His rough, callous hands feel incredible against my sensitive nipples, pulling soft whimpers out of me as he continues to knead and pull, twisting just hard enough to make me writhe against him.

  “Is your pussy wet?” he growls, twisting harder.

  “Soaked,” I breathe, yanking his pants open and freeing his thick, veined cock.

  He lays back, crumpling my skirt to pull it up to my waist. He grabs my panties and tears them away in one motion before spreading my ass cheeks wide, angling me toward the door so that anyone who walked by could penetrate my slick pussy with their gaze. Rocco slowly slides his hand down, spreading my lips and teasing my clit with one slow finger circling my swollen bud.

  “I love the way you get wet for me,” he says. “I’m going to bury my cock in your bare, tight pussy and make you moan for more.”

  I sit up, tossing my blonde hair back over my shoulder and letting it fall down my bare back. Reaching down, I wrap my hand around the thick, hard shaft of Rocco’s cock. I rise up on my knees, positioning it at my entrance. My juices mix with his precum as I slowly grind the thick head against my pussy, and I’m reminded how lucky I am that sorcerers can prevent both pregnancy and diseases with a little sprinkle of magic. I get to ride his spectacular cock bare, get to feel the completion of our union when he cums deep inside me.

  He lifts the front of my little plaid skirt to watch, his breath coming faster as he watches our mingled juices coating his skin until it glistens. “Put it in, Cinderella,” he says. “Let me feel you from the inside.”

  I rise up onto my knees and sink down onto him, shuddering with relief and pleasure at the sensation of his girth stretching me wide. I start to move slowly, rolling my hips and imagining who might walk by the door and look in. I imagine the sight they’d see—Rocco with his shirt ripped open and his pants around his knees like I tore into him and couldn’t wait; me in nothing but my boots and my little skirt, my hair loose and tits heaving as I ride him.

  I throw my head back and rake my nails down his chest, my pussy throbbing with wetness at the thought of having an audience.

  “You’re so fucking wet,” Rocco groans, gripping my hips and arching up, grinding his thick cock balls deep inside me. “You’re pussy’s gushing for me.”

  “You’re so big,” I gasp, a dart of pain rippling through me as he lifts me and slams me down hard on his cock. The naughty thrill of knowing we can be seen makes me so hot I can hardly reign in my magic, and I start to fuck him hard, grinding down deep with each thrust, relishing the spark of pain. Rocco gets rougher, too, lifting me and impaling me over and over as he thrusts his hips up to meet mine with each violent thrust.

  My magic swirls, building to a climax as Rocco sits up and grabs a handful of my hair, pulling my head back until I’m nearly bent in half, seeing the door from an upside-down vantage point. I gasp when I see a figure standing just inside the door, watching.

  Ryker.

  I cry out and try to sit up, but Rocco’s hand tightens in my hair, his other one wrenching me down on his cock as he slams his hips up with frenzied force. Ryker just stands there, watching his brother fuck me. The weight of his gaze makes my walls clench, and suddenly, orgasm rocks through me, and I cry out again, this time in pure, helpless ecstasy. Rocco’s cock pulses thicker inside me as cum fills it and shoots into me. Sticky wet heat floods my tender insides as he jerks, pulsing more cum into me with each spasm. My own body shudders again and again, and I lose myself to everything but the intensity of the orgasm screaming through my body and out through my mouth, magic blasting from me in hazy purple swirls.

  When I recover myself enough to pull it back in, I’m dizzy and woozy feeling from the intensity. I turn to look behind me, but no one is there. I might believe I’d imagined Ryker there, watching me ride his brother’s glorious cock after he got me all warmed up and pissed off, if the door wasn’t closed now.

  I turn back to Rocco. “Your brother was here,” I say, my voice edged with… Something. I have this desire to run after Ryker, to make excuses for something I have every right to do, something I owe him no explanation for.

  “Yeah, I saw him,” Rocco says with a chuckle, lifting me off his lap. “I was hoping he’d join us.”

  “What? Why?” I ask.

  “So you two would get it over with and stop pretending it’s not going to happen,” Rocco says, lying back on the bed in all his glory. “Sorry, Cinderella. Patience is not my strong suit.”

  I remember his reaction to me losing my virginity and decide he’s right. He just wanted me to get it over with so we could hook up happily. I assume that’s all he wants here, too.

  “Do you think he’s mad?” I ask. “Should I go talk to him?”

  “He’ll be fine,” Rocco says, tucking an arm under his head. “He just needs some space. But if you won’t listen to me, as I suspect you won’t, I may just lie here and wait for you to come back for round two.”

  “I ran out of there after we fought,” I say. “I should probably go talk to him. Though, if he wanted it bad enough, he could have joined. I wouldn’t have said no.”

  “Oh, so that’s what this was about,” Rocco says. “I didn’t know you were just using me to forget my brother.”

  “Oh, Rocco…” My heart aches that he could think that—especially because it’s partly true. After the Bellas used him for sex, I never want to make him feel that way, but I was selfishly wanting to fuck away my anger over Ryker without thinking about Rocco’s feelings. “I’m so sorry,” I say. “I’ll never do anything like that again.”

  “Hey, I’m kidding,” Rocco says, grabbing my wrist and gently pulling me down until my nipples skim his rock hard pecs. “I’m happy to be used by you. Use me any time, baby. I give you full permission to throw me around and use me for sex any time you need to.”

  I swallow hard. “You’re sure? You’re not mad?”

  “Jade, you’re not some bitch I don’t even like. You’re my girlfriend. It’s hot as hell when you come on strong like that—whatever the reason. I kind of like feeling used by you. It makes me feel dirty… In the best way.” He kisses me before reaching down to tweak my nipple. “As long as I get to throw you down and ravish you on occasion, too.”

  “Anytime,” I say with a grin.

  “See?” he says. “The feeling is mutual. I don’t worry you’re going to cry when I pound you like a champ because I know you can take it.” He flashes a grin before adding, “I’m a man, not some delicate flower. I love a woman who’s not afraid to throw me down and have her way with me, especially when she screams like a banshee when she cums.”

  “Hey, it’s not my fault you’re so good,” I say, swatting his arm. “You’re the one who makes me scream.”

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nbsp; “How about I make you scream again?” Rocco asks, a grin forming on his lips. “I’m getting hard again already.”

  I look down and gulp. He sure is. He’s stretched out on my bed without a stitch on his mountainous body, and all I want to do is climb on and ride him again.

  But then I remember the look on Ryker’s eyes, smoldering lust filled with raw hurt, and I pull away.

  “I can’t right now,” I say, feeling suddenly guilty. “Not if we upset Ryker. I should talk to him.”

  “My brother’s a complicated beast,” Rocco says, lying back again. “You’d be surprised how much you have in common.”

  I pull a skeptical face. “Like what?”

  “Like, he doesn’t know how to deal with feelings,” Rocco says with a sly grin. “And he’s got two modes—pissed and horny.”

  “Hey!” I protest.

  Rocco laughs. “I’m kidding. But seriously. Fighting with him and then dragging me up here, ripping my clothes off, and devouring me? Total Ryker move.”

  “I’m pretty sure they’d call that incest,” I say with a smirk.

  “Wait—no,” Rocco protests. “That’s not—I mean, not me. He’d be devouring you. It’s just the same response to being pissed.”

  “I know,” I say, laughing. “I was kidding.”

  “Good one,” he says, relaxing. He reaches up and tweaks my nipple hard enough to make me yelp. “I just don’t want you to think Ryker didn’t want to join. He probably did. He’s just freaked out because he actually feels something besides horny for a girl, and that’s never happened before.”

  “He’s got to be—what? Twenty-four? Twenty-five? And he looks like he does... You’re telling me he’s never liked a girl before?” I ask incredulously.

  “Our parents wouldn’t let us have girlfriends in high school. We could hook up, but taking a girl out more than once or twice? They’d nix that shit. It might distract us from our study of magic. Ryker internalized that.” He shakes his head. “Maybe we both did. I’ve never felt this way about anyone, either.”

  My heart squeezes, and I lean down and kiss him gently. “Me, neither,” I admit.

  “And neither has he,” Rocco says. “Give him time. He’ll be as pussy-whipped as me soon enough.”

  “You’re pussy-whipped?” I ask, cocking a brow.

  “Pussy-whipped and proud,” he says with a grin. “No shame in admitting it. You’re the High Priestess, Jade. If you’re taking sex slaves, sign me the fuck up.”

  “I’m not taking sex slaves,” I protest.

  “Too bad,” he growls, taking my hand and putting it on his thick, hard cock. “Because I’m signed up, anyway. It’s an honor to be First Husband, or whatever you want to call it.”

  “I’ll keep that in mind,” I say with a grin. “But I don’t know if we’re going to get married.”

  “You don’t?” he asks, pulling back.

  “You do?” I squeak, my heart suddenly racing.

  “I’m not saying tomorrow or anything,” he says. “I was an idiot when we met, but I’m not making that mistake again. Now that I know what I have, I’m never letting you go, Jade. Maybe it’s because it took me so long to feel this way about anyone, but now that I do, I know it’s real. I’m not going anywhere.”

  “Me, neither.”

  I think of what I promised Professor Darius, that I’d be his after graduation. But… He also said that it wasn’t uncommon for the High Priestess to need many lovers. Maybe he’d be as okay with sharing as Rocco seems to be.

  Then I think back to the moment I saw Ryker there watching. Was he okay with seeing his brother fuck me, seeing me ride him until we came together and magic blasted out of me as I screamed out my pleasure? I’m not sure he’d be okay with it, despite what Rocco says. Did he look pissed? Aroused? Did I feel a tinge of longing emanating from him? Or the bitter tang of envy?

  “Ugh, I’m going to have to go talk to Ryker,” I fume, getting up and pulling on a new pair of underwear. “I hate that I even care, but I do.”

  “If you’re going to go fuck my brother, you might want to rethink those,” Rocco says, eyeing my stretched-out cotton panties. “Do you have any underwear that’s under a decade old?”

  “If you’d stop ripping mine off me, I might have more choices,” I point out, flicking my hair over my shoulder and pouting at him.

  “I’m doing you a favor,” he says. “Getting rid of the old rags in your wardrobe.”

  I huff and plant my hands on my hips. “They seemed to be working fine until you got hold of them.”

  “If the elastic was worth a damn, they wouldn’t be so easy to rip off,” Rocco says. “So, on second thought, I like them after all.”

  I roll my eyes and go over to retrieve my bra and shirt, giving Rocco a kiss before taking off across campus to find Ryker and… I don’t know what. Apologize for fucking his brother in front of him, I suppose. Though he walked into my room, so it’s not like I actually owe him an apology.

  As I walk, I start fuming again. Maybe he’s the one who should apologize for walking in on us. If he’s upset about seeing us being intimate, his torture is done by his own hand. I’ve given him plenty of chances to have me, to relieve his unsatisfied lust, but he always pushes me away. Maybe it’s time he suffers as much as he makes me suffer every fucking day.

  I take a deep breath before stepping into the gym. The room is empty, the grey mats on the floor looking forlorn without a bunch of sweaty witches clashing swords. Damn it. I’ll have to come back. I could write him a note, but he’d probably throw it away without reading it. Ryker is not the cutesy note-writing type.

  I’m about to turn around when I notice a sliver of light showing under his office door. I step toward the door, then hesitate when I hear what sounds like a choked sob coming from within. My heart knots into a lump of dread, my pulse racing.

  Did I… Is Ryker crying?

  I take another step, then hear the unmistakable sound of a girl squealing in pain.

  Someone’s being hurt.

  Without hesitating, I grab Cleo from my belt, run across the floor and kick the door wide open, sword pointed at my potential opponent. I pull up short, blinking in shock. Ryker stands at Cleo’s sword point—and he’s not alone. My gaze drops to the woman’s body he has bent over his desk, splayed out facedown with her arms gripping either side of the desk while he fucks her. She’s wearing nothing but a skirt, while he opened his pants but he didn’t even bother to pull them down. And the girl… Well, I can’t tell who she is, because her head is lodged inside a fucking trash can that lays tipped over on his desk.

  “Ryker?” she asks, her voice shrill and a little tremulous. “What’s happening?”

  “Shut up,” Ryker growls at her, his eyes locked on me. He grips her hips, slowly pulling back from her. My gaze falls to his cock, and for a second, all I can do is gape. It just keeps coming as he pulls back from her further and further. The thing is massive! It’s got to be over twelve inches long and as big around as a roll of sausage. When he’s pulled out to the tip, Ryker suddenly slams back into her. Her body flails, and she lets out a strangled sound that’s half wail, half sob.

  Ryker smirks at me, slowly dragging his horse cock back for another thrust. He licks his lips, his fingers tightening on her hips. She’s breathing so hard I can hear it echoing inside the trash can on her head. Used tissues and wadded up papers spill around her head.

  Ryker pumps into her faster this time, his thrusts quick and deep, his cock punishing her while she chokes in pain. Finally, I snap to my senses.

  “Get away from her,” I yell, brandishing Cleo, who transforms into a long, black whip.

  The girl goes still. “Can I move now?” she whimpers.

  “No,” he growls, glaring at me.

  I jump forward and yank the trash can off her head. “Are you okay?” I ask before she lifts her head.

  Blonde Bella blinks back at me, her face red and tear-streaked, mascara making tracks down her c
heeks. “Get the fuck out, you slut,” she shrieks, pushing up on the desk, making her back arch. “Can’t you see we’re busy?”

  “H-he’s hurt you,” I stammer, looking from her to Ryker.

  “Yeah, and?” she asks, her eyes widening and filling with tears when Ryker thrusts deep into her again. “I want him to.” She twists around, her platinum hair spilling around her shoulders, and smiles seductively up at Ryker. “Baby, please make her leave.”

  “Maybe she’d like to stay and watch,” he says, his gaze never leaving mine.

  “Ugh,” I blurt out, disgust crawling through me even as I feel a shameful heat pulsing between my thighs as he continues fucking her, slowly sliding his cock in until she squeals and pants, her hands gripping the edges of the desk and her eyes bulging out.

  “If you weren’t such a prude, maybe you’d have the biggest dick on campus inside you right now,” she says, gasping the words out.

  “I’m outta here,” I say, shoving Cleo back into my belt in her spork form.

  Ryker’s smile grows even wider as he keeps fucking her, a smug glean of triumph in his eyes. “You don’t want to stay and suck my cum out of her pussy while I fuck you deeper than my brother ever will?”

  “That’s what this is about, isn’t it?” I ask. “I knew you were upset, but this is low even for you, Ryker.”

  “Make her leave,” Bella whines piteously. “Her face makes me dry up like a dessert.”

  Ryker raises a hand and brings it down on her ass in a loud smack, making her yelp. “I give the orders,” he growls, thrusting into her so hard her mouth forms and “O” of torment, her eyes squeezing closed and her brows drawing low as she gasps for breath. “Now put your head back in the trash can where it belongs, so I can picture her when you spread your cheeks and let me wreck your asshole.”

  “I hope your dick rots off,” I yell, spinning on my heel and running from the room, slamming the door behind me. I should have known better than to follow him, to think I could comfort him after hurting him. That’s not his style. Ryker has to be the best by a mile at every single thing in his life, even if that thing is hurting the person he cares about. Tears sting my eyes as I stumble out the door of the gym. I should know that everything is a competition to Ryker Steele, and that when he plays, he plays to win.