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by Riley Storm


  The noise that he emitted was half growl, half wordless rumble, and all sexy. He immediately shifted position, lining himself up with her opening.

  “I can…” she started to offer, meaning to go down on him, but Damien shook his head. “Next time,” he said, sounding confident as ever that they would be allowed to do this again.

  She started to protest, wanting to give him attention as he had her, but then the tip of his cock slid inside her and Anna lost her words, the sentence crumbling as her mind quite simply broke.

  It was unlike anything she’d experienced before. This wasn’t her first time, but it was her first time with a man. A man who knew what he was doing, and who also had a perfectly long and thick cock.

  With every inch that entered her, she whimpered and pulled his neck down to her face tighter. It was so big, and yet she was taking it. Her walls stretched ever so slowly to accommodate him, and Damien seemed to know the perfect pace so that there was only ever a tiny fraction of delightful pain as she opened to accept him some more.

  “Oh, my God,” she moaned when his hips finally pressed against hers.

  “You’re so tight,” he hissed.

  Anna pushed his head back, looking in his face, seeing the tenseness there. Was he having trouble containing himself already? Was he close to coming just because he was inside her?

  That knowledge aroused her even more. She had power over him, power to make him come, and that was fun to know. Anna had never really cared before, but she did now. She liked knowing that Damien was enjoying her, her body, and what they were doing together. She felt like an equal in the moment, even if he was the one on top, guiding everything.

  “Take me,” she moaned into his ear, enjoying the way he reacted every time she said something to him, asking him to do something to her. His pupils dilated like he was high on drugs, and she wanted to see it happen more.

  Those thoughts were blasted from her mind as Damien withdrew to the edge and then pushed his entire length back all in one even movement. He didn’t stop either, and her entire body responded to it. Back arched, breasts high to the sky, she hung on tight as he picked up some speed, making her body shake each time he pushed his cock home.

  Damien sat up slightly, his abs flexing hard to keep him up straight as he maintained his rhythm. She watched in curiosity, trying to figure out what he was doing. One hand came to rest on the bottom of her throat, fingers ever so slightly curving up around it. He rested only a tiny bit of weight there, but it was enough for Anna.

  But his other hand curled around her leg, until his thumb was right over her clit. The combination of that pressure plus the in-and-out of his cock was too much. She hissed at the speed with which her climax rushed in, and then cried out as she tightened around his cock in orgasm.

  To her surprise, Damien’s hand covered her mouth, stifling her cries even as she breathed frantically through her nose. She could have ripped the hand away if she tried, he wasn’t holding her that tight, but it was hot. Anna had of course heard about things, about how dominant guys sometimes were, but she’d never experienced anything like it.

  Until now.

  Her body convulsed several more times, all her cries and moans dying on his palm as he kept her quiet.

  When she finally went limp in the post-orgasm glow, he let go of her mouth, allowing her to breathe fully.

  “Was that okay?” he asked.

  She bit her lip and nodded, not trusting her voice. More than okay, she knew. Not that she craved more, but that little bit was making her so incredibly aroused, she wanted him to make her come again.

  Damien didn’t seem to be done. With casual strength and some soft-spoken commands, he moved her around until she was on all fours on the hay bale, leaning back until her rear was over her ankles.

  Then he stepped up behind her and entered her again. Anna cried out, unable to contain herself. The simple angle change was amazing, and she came quickly from that alone, a weak orgasm but one, nonetheless.

  When Damien began to thrust against her in earnest, she knew she wouldn’t be able to handle it for long. The pleasure was getting too much, she was getting too sensitive and—

  “Oh, my God, I’m going to come,” she moaned louder than ever as her brain switched gears on her. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Oh God.”

  Damien was groaning tightly behind her.

  “Don’t hold back,” she cried, wanting him to be pleased as well.

  He growled something, but she had no idea what it meant, her brain too busy being pummeled with sensations from between her legs.

  She came, and her entire spine arched, and then flattened as she fell flat on her robe, a limp pile as her muscles spasmed and rocked out of control.

  Damien groaned louder and pulled himself back. Anna managed to find strength to twist herself enough at the waist to look back just in time to see him spill his load all over her ass and lower back. She was shocked at how hot it felt as it splashed across her skin.

  Her eyes tracked up to his face, watching it contort with his own orgasm.

  Then he was done, collapsing to the ground beside her, breathing heavily. She lay crouched on all fours, feeling him pool in her back, enjoying knowing that she had caused that from him. She was the means to his release.

  They lay like that for quite some time, recovering. Anna was okay with that, she spread herself flat on her robe, ignoring the slight poking of the hay underneath. It was a small price to pay for what she’d just enjoyed.

  Which was when reality started to sink in.

  That wasn’t the price at all. I don’t know the real price of this yet…

  But she would soon enough.

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Damien

  “Did we really just do that?” he muttered as his breathing and heartrate finally came back down to normal.

  “Pretty sure I have the dried marks on my back to prove it,” Anna teased.

  Damien snorted. “Sorry about that. But no, I meant before that. Fighting our superiors.”

  “Oh,” Anna said in a much more subdued voice. “I think so.”

  He looked down, now resting on his rear, back against the hay bale near Anna’s head. “We are so fucked.”

  “Yeah. Yeah just a little bit. What are they going to do to you?” she wanted to know.

  “Not a clue. But I doubt it’s going to be overly wonderful,” he said despondently. “Lots of punishment. Like, a lot, a lot. What about you?”

  “Well, expelling students isn’t really feasible,” she said softly. “But I will just remain an Initiate for the rest of my life. I won’t be allowed to learn more, and it’ll be a long time before I’m done doing menial tasks that are usually reserved for Novices and the like. If ever.”

  “Oh,” he said quietly. “I…I’m really sorry about that. I didn’t mean to get you in so much trouble."

  “I made the choice,” Anna said forcefully. “You didn’t make me swing at Master Loiner. I chose to do that.” She paused. “It helped the bitch had it coming, but it still wasn’t the best choice for my academic career.”

  Damien could tell that Anna was putting on a brave face, but it was pretty obvious from her voice that she was putting on a show for him. She was devastated.

  “We’ll find a way to fix this,” he said, reaching up to stroke his fingers along her arm. “I promise. This isn’t the end for you.”

  “Your sentiment is nice,” she said. “But I know the realities of Winterspell better than you do, Damien. Trust me, I’m screwed. I was already in trouble for seeing you. Now this? Yeah, I’m toast.”

  Guilt spread through Damien. “I shouldn’t have come to see you tonight,” he said quietly.

  “Do you regret what we just did?” Anna asked, sounding unsure.

  “What? No, of course not. Not at all. Why would you ask such a thing?” he wanted to know, turning to face her so that he could watch her eyes, try to pick up how she was feeling a little better.

  �
�Then don’t say things like that,” she said. “I don’t regret it.”

  Her words were saying one thing, but in her eyes, Damien was reading another entirely. Anna was torn, and having a hard time accepting things. And it was his fault.

  “Anna,” he said, trying to figure out how best to fix things, so that he would take the brunt of the trouble, not her.

  “No, Damien, I’m serious. My studies should have come first. I’ve worked my whole life for them. Then you come along, and you should just be a guy, but you’re not. You’re more than that. I…I can’t explain it, but I want to be with you as well.”

  Damien nodded. He understood. The pull he felt to Anna was different than any attraction he’d felt toward a woman before. It was deeper, a need, not just a desire, as if being around her was what a base part of him required to exist.

  “What do we do now?” she asked as they lay there, content in each other’s presence.

  “Probably go face our fates,” he said dully, not thrilled about the idea. “See if we can come up with a way to prevent them from completely skewering us.”

  “Yeah,” she said. “I guess so. Maybe even get some sleep at some point too.”

  He chuckled, realizing it had to be three in the morning at least by then. “Maybe. Might not be the worst idea.”

  “No, definitely not.”

  He helped her get dressed, using the tattered remains of his shirt to clean Anna off first. Then he helped her down from the loft and with a lingering kiss, sent her on her way back to the dormitories. They both knew there was nothing else he could do to help her now. They had to face their superiors on their own, and handle whatever was given their way.

  Once she was gone, Damien lay back down on the hay, trying to decide what to do.

  “Get up!”

  He jerked awake, blinking his eyes at the sunlight filling the barn. It wasn’t bright, but the contrast to when he’d closed his eyes was stark.

  “So, this is where you’ve been hiding.”

  He rubbed at his eyes. “Rane? What are you doing here?’

  The younger storm dragon rolled his eyes. “Are you serious? Out looking for you, dipshit. Rokh is pissed, and demanded we find you immediately so that he can tear a hide off your skin.”

  “I slept all night,” Damien said slowly. “Shit. I meant to go find him and apologize.”

  “Yeah, I wouldn’t. He’s liable to burn you for what you did,” Rane said, displaying little regard for the punishment Damien was likely to suffer.

  “Perfect. What the hell do I do now?”

  Rane shook his head. “I don’t know, but you should probably leave the Academy for a bit until tempers settle. The witches aren’t happy with you either.”

  The witches! “Anna,” he said softly.

  “They aren’t happy with her either.”

  Damien frowned. “How do you know that?”

  “Because everyone does? They already punished her.”

  Lightning flickered in Damien’s hands. “They did?” he asked dangerously. “What did they do?”

  “Relax,” Rane said. “She’s fine. Physically at least. I guess their leader, Circe or whatever, intervened. Her punishment is she’s being sent away from Winterspell.”

  “But they don’t expel students,” Damien said. “They can’t. With their magic, they are forbidden from going back to the rest of humanity. She has to stay here.”

  “I guess a loophole was found,” Rane said, shaking his head. “She’s being sent off to the portal, Damien. That’s what they did. Her test, whatever they mean by that, is to close it.”

  “But that’s impossible…” Damien trailed off as he understood. “Exile,” he said quietly. “Nobody knows how to close it, and they’re keeping her there until it’s shut. Which will be never, which means she’s never coming back to Winterspell.”

  “Yeah,” Rane said. “That’s what I got out of it too.”

  “So, what do I do now?” Damien wondered aloud, worried about Anna, but completely unsure as to how he could help.

  “I have an idea about that,” Rane said, flashing him a conspiratorial smile.

  Damien considered his options quickly, then shrugged.

  “I’m listening,” he said, crossing his arms.

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Anna

  “This is so unfair,” she moaned, slamming more clothing into her bag.

  Courtney sighed and flopped back onto her bed. “You’re joking right? Girl, you should be lucky that they didn’t go with a more corporal punishment. I mean, with this there’s still a chance you could actually pass and become an Apprentice!”

  Anna glared at her friend. “This is a sick joke, Court. Think about this. I do not get to return until I finish this test. Which is likely to be the rest of my life. Spent up here, in the snow, in miserable conditions. I’m going to die of pneumonia before I hit thirty. I guarantee it.”

  “Well, now you’re just being over-dramatic. You chose this path. Now you have to deal with it. I love you to pieces, girl, but nobody did this to you except you.”

  “And Damien,” she pointed out.

  “Oh no. You don’t go blaming this on him. You fell for him, and you make the choice to continue to see him, and then to not see him.”

  “Yeah,” she said tiredly. “But you should have heard Master Loiner go off to Circe. I have never heard such language before in my life. She made me cry, you know, in front of the entire Coven.”

  “What did you honestly expect was going to happen?” Courtney wanted to know. “Like, seriously, did you think the two of you were just going to magically get away with breaking the rules, never getting caught?”

  “Um.” Anna didn’t have an answer to that one.

  “They had no choice but to punish you. You beat up a Master!” Courtney snickered. “Which by the way was super fun and awesome to watch because that bitch deserved it, and hot damn. You should have seen you go, Anna! Fists of fury over here. I’m never going to get on your bad side again!”

  Anna sighed and sat down. “Thanks. I think. I won’t lie, it felt good to give her what she deserves, but I just wish I’d had a bit more control. I’d still rather be here, with you, doing things this way, instead of being exiled.”

  “So just prove them wrong,” Courtney said, sitting up. “Go out there, study the shit out of the portal like you do everything else in your life, better than any of us, and shut the damn thing down. If anyone is actually suited to doing this, it’s you,” Courtney said forcefully. “That’s no word of a lie.”

  “You really think so?”

  Courtney nodded. “Something tells me this isn’t a raw-power solution. It’s a brainy solution. Someone with smarts is needed, who will think it through, not try to overpower it. That someone is you.”

  “You know there are smarter people than me here, right? Like, the Coven isn’t made up of idiots.”

  “Maybe,” Courtney agreed. “But they did come up with the stupid rule to stop us from being around the dragons unless we’re young or old. Like they fear all us fertile women are going to go get pregnant or something.”

  The two laughed.

  “Thank you,” Anna said, going over to hug her longtime friend. “I’m going to miss you, you know.”

  Courtney shrugged. “The others going with you, they won’t be there permanent. I’d bet most of my non-existent fortune that the next group that goes out will include yours truly. Courtesy of being your friend.”

  “Yeah. I wonder how Genna is taking this?” Courtney asked.

  “What do you mean?”

  Courtney sat up straight. “You haven’t heard? She’s one of the others assigned to go with you.”

  Anna shook her head. “No, I’ve been a bit busy, I hadn’t heard that. Why?”

  “Again, we’re your friends. Everyone knows that. They probably figured if they sent me first time around, it would be far too obvious that they were “punishing” you instead of giving you a test, sinc
e I was there when it happened.”

  “’Cause it’s not obvious at all,” Anna snorted. “But you’re probably right. Poor girl, I’m going to have to find a way to make it up to her. To both of you.”

  Courtney waved her hand. “Life here is getting a bit dull anyways. I’m ready to spice it up. Maybe I’ll go find Damien while you’re gone.”

  Anna just glared as her friend laughed, holding up her hands.

  “I kid, I kid. You know I wouldn’t do that.”

  “I know. But you’d have to find him first,” she muttered, returning to packing her things.

  “Find him?”

  “Yeah. He hasn’t come to our rendezvous since, and nobody seems to know where he is either.”

  “You’ve asked?” Courtney seemed surprised.

  “Altair seems to think I’m okay,” she said, naming one of the other storm dragons. “I thought he hated us, but he’s passed messages along for me before. But this time, he says he has no idea where Damien is. That the dragons are quietly looking for him too.”

  “He’s missing?”

  “Or he just doesn’t want to see me anymore,” Anna said. “Which makes a lot more sense. He got his fill. Had his way with me, and now he’s ready to just move on from there.”

  “Are you sure about that?” Courtney asked uneasily. “I don’t know, Anna.”

  “I have no idea, but if I ever see him again, I swear I’m going to blast him so hard,” she growled, clenching her fists angrily. On the near wall, her staff rattled slightly as her magic reached out to her companion, sensing her readiness to use its power.

  Courtney got up and came to sit next to her. “Easy. Easy. Come on, you know it’s probably nothing like that.”

  “It could just as easily be that too though, and you know it,” Anna countered. “After all, men are like that. They just want the…the…booty, and then they’re gone.”

  “They want the booty?” Courtney repeated.

  “That was a terrible analogy, but you know what I mean!” she said, throwing up her hands in frustration.

  By this point, Courtney was snickering loudly, on the brink of full-blown laughter.

 

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