SSS: Year One (Supernatural Spy School Book 1)

by Yumoyori Wilson

  I noticed Nikko was sitting on the stairs, talking to a few kids.

  "Nikko!" I ran to her, noticing her once-happy gaze fall. She said something to her three friends and walked up to meet me before I reached them. "Hey, Silver."

  "Hey. Can I stay with you guys while I wait for my dad?" I asked with enthusiasm. She gave me a conflicted look. "Um...we're actually leaving early today. My mom’s going to take us to a shifter game."

  "Oh." I looked around to see if Candice was around. "Where is she?"

  "On her way. She'll be here any minute." Nikko nodded at me. "Why don't you find someone else in the meantime?"

  My smile turned upside down, feeling as though she wasn't telling me the truth, but I didn't bother fighting back.

  "All right. Have a good time."

  I turned around and began to walk away, my head hung low as I clung to my backpack.

  Finding a spot with no one around, I sat down and sighed.

  "No one wants to be around me," I muttered.

  "That's not true."

  The playground of the school disappeared, and there stood Father with his kind, loving smile.

  "I'll play with you, Silver. Why don't we go home and then head to the playground? We can bring your sister along."

  I stared at him for a long moment and smiled. "Okay!" I stood up and ran toward him, reaching up for his hand, but it vanished the moment my hand touched his. "Daddy?"

  My surroundings swiftly changed, the darkness fading out as the hospital room came into view.

  I looked around in confusion, hearing a beeping noise from behind me.

  Turning around, I stared at Dad in the hospital bed. Tubes and wires were connected to him, and the pulse machine began to beep rapidly. A long beep echoed around me, and I looked back at Dad to see his eyes remained opened as he stared at the ceiling.

  Lifeless.

  "Daddy?" I asked, staring at my little hands before glancing back at him.

  The final image of his dead body faded as the next scene came to view.

  I was now sitting on a bed, in a dark room. I looked around, noticing the familiarity of the posters, furniture, and overall space.

  Looking back down to my hands, I realized I was older.

  The sound of the door opening caught my attention, and I looked to see Callister enter the room. He had a pleased smile on lips as his eyes trailed along my body from head to toe.

  "There you are, Silver."

  He closed the door and locked it, walking toward me. A cold shiver ran through me, and I wanted to shuffle to the furthermost part of the bed.

  Anything to get away from him.

  "My parents won't be home today."

  "You said they would," I defended.

  He chuckled and shrugged, sitting next to me. I cringed at his closeness but didn't dare move away.

  "They changed their mind last minute and went to go see some opera. They won't be here till the early morning. That means we're alone." He placed his hand on my thigh, and I froze in sheer fear.

  I stared at his large hand that took a good chunk of space on my bare thigh.

  My breath hitched, watching his hand move further up and I fought with all my might to close my eyes.

  "Stop, Callister," I whimpered.

  I couldn't do anything. I was never able to do anything.

  * * *

  Something nudged at my neck, and my eyes snapped open, my breath coming out in quick exhales.

  A cold sweat dripped down my face, but my body was burning hot. I remained completely still, needing to remind myself where I was.

  Shit. I must have drunk too much.

  My head felt heavy, but I was far too hot, feeling as though I'd covered my entire body with a fur blanket. I looked down to see I did have a black fur…something on me.

  "Jeez. Why did I put a fur blanket on me before going to bed? Actually...how did I get to bed?" I muttered to myself.

  I reached to move the fur blanket but froze when it moved on its own, lifting up and then back down.

  Does alcohol make you hallucinate about moving fur blankets?

  Taking a steady breath, I followed the trail of the blanket, my eyes noticing the huge thing that was wrapped around me.

  Don't panic. Don't panic. Don't-

  Glowing molten eyes opened up, staring straight into mine like it was reaching down to my soul.

  FUCK THIS!

  A scream escaped me, but the thing in my bed only closed its eyes, the sound not bothering it in the least.

  However, in five seconds flat, my door flew open and I slowly looked over to see three almost naked shifters in my room.

  Yuriel was wearing just a towel around his waist, his long hair still dripping with water.

  Ryuu was sweaty in gym shorts, and Wolfgang was wearing boxers and his hair was ruffled in a messy style as he'd just woken up from the bed.

  "Shit! What's that?" Yuriel asked, looking like he was about to attack it, but Wolfgang raised his hand up and yawned. "Hold on."

  He took a few sniffs and sighed. "It's Dimitri."

  "Huh?" Yuriel, Ryuu, and I said together.

  I looked back at the large thing, needing a few more seconds to notice it did look like a huge wolf.

  It must have been the darkness of the room that hid his similarities from when I'd seen him in the daylight.

  "Anyone wanna explain why he's in Silver bed?" Ryuu questioned with a groan.

  "He must have snuck in because he likes her scent. Hellhounds like to claim stuff they like."

  "Claim," I whined, looking back at Dimitri. His tail was moving up and down on my legs, which told me he was semi-awake.

  “Hellhounds are overprotective of things or people they admire or like," Yuriel explained. "They lay claim on them. Most of the time it's an unconscious effort."

  "Can't we just wake him up?" Ryuu questioned.

  "He's slightly awake," I countered, pointing to his moving tail.

  "It's not that easy." Wolfgang nodded. "First of all, we don't know which Dimitri that is."

  "Come again?" I asked, but remembered Scarlet had mentioned something like that. "Wait...my sister said something about that. Hellhounds are super dangerous because they have split personalities."

  Wolfgang nodded. "Yup. Dimitri overall seems pretty chill, but his split can be the complete opposite."

  "Well, we can just move Silver off the bed and leave him here," Ryuu concluded, taking a step forward. As if sensing his attention, Dimitri's molten eyes opened up and he began to growl, curling his large body around me protectively.

  "Maybe you shouldn't have said it out loud," Yuriel suggested in a monotone voice.

  "Settle down, uh...hellhound." Ryuu attempted to calm him down. "Either you leave Silver's bed or we gotta take her."

  "Grr!" Flames shot off from his skin and I screeched, my panic resulting in my magic activating and trying to rid get of the threat.

  Water materialized above the bed, falling down on us and drenching my bed, clothes, and the hellhound Dimitri.

  We were all silent and I groaned.

  "Great." I fell back into the now-wet bed. "If I wanted a water mattress, I would have asked for one," I grumbled.

  Dimitri stood up, readying himself to shake his fur and I quickly sat up and pointed to him.

  "No! You're going to ruin my entire room if you shake your fur! Shift back." I used my commanding voice, and he blinked and began to growl, showing his sharp teeth.

  "Don't growl at me," I countered.

  He blinked again, looking confused that I wasn't afraid of him. His molten eyes seemed to soften as they blinked a few more times, and he let out a whimper and began licking my cheek.

  I heavily sighed but didn't have the energy to tell him to stop licking my face.

  "Switch back, Dimitri," Ryuu ordered.

  Dimitri's body began to glow a light orange with hints of gold and red. In three seconds, he was back to his human self.

  Human, and very
naked.

  Surely my cheeks were crimson, but I didn't stop my eyes from taking a slow inspection down his chiseled body, noticing his rock-hard abs and long cock.

  Damn. He's huge. Imagine that in me. I wouldn't be able to walk for days...but the sex would be worth it.

  "How did I go to sleep and wake up in Silver's bed?" Dimitri asked and yawned. "Blossom, you're super hot up close. Also, your cheeks are red."

  I groaned and used my foot against his abs to push him off the bed. "AH!"

  The crashing sound made me grin, but I looked at my soaked bed and shook my head. "Guess I can't sleep here."

  "Silver!" Dimitri whined. "You could have snapped my poor cock in half!"

  "Good." Ryuu shook his head. "Maybe you'll learn not to randomly sneak into a female’s room and sleep with her."

  "I didn't sneak in here! I...uh...I still don't know how I got here! It never happened before," Dimitri argued.

  I looked at the others, checking out their appearances once again.

  Goodness. Too much testosterone in here.

  "Why are you three practically naked?" I inquired.

  "I was showering," Yuriel mumbled.

  "Working out," Ryuu responded.

  "Sleeping," Wolfgang replied.

  "What time is it?" I asked.

  "Four in the morning," Yuriel replied.

  With a nod, I yawned and snapped my fingers. The four of them began to float at my mental command, and I carried them all out of my room.

  "Thanks for checking on me. I'm going back to sleep." It was only four in the morning and I was already done with today.

  "Wait. Your bed," Wolfgang reminded.

  "Don't worry. I'll clean up. Just make sure Dimitri wears clothes," I suggested and without waiting for their reply, I used the gust of wind I'd summoned to close the door.

  Putting my hand through my wet hair, I placed my head into my hands and sighed. "Fuck. I'm horny now."

  Cold shower. Yes, that will help fix this urge caused by four sexy, almost naked men being in your room. No...scratch the almost naked. One was butt naked. Goodness, that cock. Imagine sucking it. Ah!

  Moving off the drenched bed, I used my magic to lift me up and carry me over to my suitcase.

  Quickly getting out a pair of shorts and crop top, I headed for the washroom.

  Stripping off the clinging clothes from earlier, I took a quick shower. Even with the cold water dripping down my body as I turned the shower off, I still felt the ache between my legs.

  Biting my lip, I debated for what felt like minutes, but I was sure only seconds had gone by.

  Without conscious effort, my hand was sliding down my wet stomach, and I quietly moaned when my fingers grazed my pussy lips.

  I moved it up and down a few times, feeling my body was on fire even though moments earlier, I'd been drenched with cold water from the shower head.

  Gliding my fingers teasingly, I could imagine Dimitri's naked body, how his muscles glistened in the low rays of moonlight.

  How I wished when he was hovering close to me on the bed that his lips would have brushed mine and his fingers were the ones currently teasing my hot, wet pussy.

  Slipping one finger inside, I moaned in longing, immediately slipping a second finger that smoothly slid inside. My juices were dripping down my fingers and hand, while the walls of my pussy clenched around the two fingers.

  I began to move them in and out, savoring the slow pace for as long as I could.

  My imagination was expanding, feeling as though Dimitri's long rod was the one fucking me in and out slowly. Then I could envision Yuriel behind me, his hands running along my ribs while his lips were sucking and nipping the right side of my neck.

  Turning my head slightly as I did in my vision, my lips were claimed by Wolfgang, the softness of those lips making me shiver as the pulsating pleasure continued to grow.

  Moving my fingers at a faster pace, my ears caught onto the sound of gathered juices, which made me hotter and yearn for release.

  My fantasy didn't stop there, feeling as though the bud of my clit was being rubbed in circular motions.

  Ryuu was on his knees, contributing to the various sensation of pleasures while Dimitri continued to fuck me, Yuriel enjoyed kissing my flesh, and Wolfgang had my lips occupied.

  Even if it was nothing but my wild imagination, it was working. My moans grew louder and more frequent as my fingers pounded into me until my pussy clenched and fluttered around them and my body trembled from the built-up ecstasy.

  My orgasm came in a rush; a muffled moan vibrated through my throat as I bit my lip hard to avoid screaming in pure pleasure.

  I still let my fingers move rapidly for another thirty seconds before I stopped and pulled them right out.

  My clear juices cloaked my fingers and I stood there shaking and out of breath.

  Shit. If I can get horny just from that, how am I going to live with four hot guys?

  I sighed at the thought and turned the knob of the shower to quickly clean up my lower parts.

  Once I was finished, I dried myself off and thanked myself for leaving my emergency kit packed that I always kept two or three spare underwear in.

  I was in such a rush that I forgot to bring underwear into the washroom. I need to get laid.

  Since breaking up with Callister, I’d never thought of dating anyone. Even with the agreement with the guys, I hadn't considered it going anywhere intimate.

  I already kissed Ryuu and Yuriel...Oh. I can't believe I kissed Yuriel!

  I was pretty drunk last night, but I could remember everything that happened. The one consequence that happened with me and alcohol.

  Couldn't I be like the ones who blacked out and forgot everything in the morning?

  With a long sigh, I finished dressing and used a wind spell to dry my hair. It was a lot faster than blow drying, and at least kept me magically active.

  Opening the washroom door, I noticed Dimitri was back in my room but was wearing boxers and a tank top. His hair was up in a little ponytail and he had his hands outstretched to the bed.

  Glancing over in the same direction, I noticed the bed was completely dry and even the floor was rid of the onslaught of water I'd accidentally summoned.

  "Dimitri?" I acknowledged, catching his attention as he lifted his eyes to meet my confused ones. "What...?"

  "After I put some clothes on, I came back to help, but you were showering. I didn't want you having to clean up at 4 AM, especially since you still look tired. You were tossing around early this morning. That's what my memory tells me. I was sure you'd want to get some more sleep."

  "So you cleaned up for me? You...really didn't have to," I whispered in awe.

  He shrugged as though it wasn't a big deal. "My mother taught me to clean up if I contribute to a mess. I was the reason for this. Only fair I help out."

  Lowering his glowing golden hands, he smiled in triumph. "There. Nice and toasty for you."

  I walked up to the bed, placing my hand on the sheets to feel that it truly was hot and toasty. With an appreciative smile, I walked up to face him.

  "Thanks, Dimitri. I really appreciate it." He smiled, and his hand reached out to move a few strands from my face.

  I thought he'd move away, but he inched in slowly, his eyes glancing down to my lips and then back to mine as if checking if I wanted to do what he was hinting at.

  Standing my ground, and slowly closing my eyes, his lips met mine in a soothing kiss. His lips were warm, and the simple touch radiated with heat that ran through my body and along my skin.

  It was a bittersweet kiss and was done in seconds. He pulled back and gave me a pleased grin.

  "Why did you kiss me?" I questioned.

  "I promised to do it when you were sober, remember?" He playfully winked and leaned forward to whisper in my ear. "And if things become too hot having four guys around, just let me know. I'll be happy to relieve that troublesome ache."

  He sucked on my earlobe, se
nding thrills of pleasure through my rather hypersensitive skin.

  Pulling back, he gave me a seductive grin and those amber eyes glistened with lust and mischief.

  Shit....he didn't hear me, did he?

  "Did you..." I trailed off and he gave me a wink.

  "Hellhounds don't kiss and tell." With those words, he moved away, heading to the door. "Feel free to sleep in. We don't have anything today. Night, Blossom."

  He walked out of the room and closed the door behind him, leaving my stunned ass behind as I felt the ache between my legs resurface like I hadn't just masturbated.

  "Damn," I muttered to myself and began to fan my face.

  I think another cold shower would do.

  18

  Early Mornings And Cliques

  "Black stockings, check. Black skirt, check. White dress shirt, check. Black tie...almost there."

  I glanced at my reflection in the mirror, trying to remember how Dad used to do up my tie. It was one of the few things he'd do for me during the time I went to school.

  Even though in my younger years I had been homeschooled, I'd gone back and attended high school for magic arts, not caring about whether I had friends or not.

  My parents had always reinforced that you'd find your true friends when you were older, and I held onto that advice even now.

  During my high school years, our school required us on the exam and test days to wear full uniform, which many times included a bow or tie.

  That was always the opportunity for my dad to flaunt his amazing tie skills while telling me what a beautiful and talented daughter I was.

  It was in times like this that I stared into the mirror and wished he'd knock on the door and give me one of his encouraging pep talks.

  Leaving my hair down, I reached for a hair tie on my dresser to put it on my wrist and walked over to grab my black wedge heels.

  Putting them on and lacing them up with ease, I noticed Star was rolling around the floor with one of my socks.

  "When did you pop up?" I asked the uni-kitty, who paused in her sock ambush to look at me from her current upside-down position.