Heaven's Fall: A Paranormal High School Bully Romance (Pandorax Academy Book 1)

by Ember Hollis

  “Wait,” I pant, finally reaching out to stop him.

  “Relax, little lamb,” Christian says. His voice is low and rough with desire, and it helps a bit to know he’s as turned on as I am. Skillfully, he unhooks my bra, then slips my shirt off. “This isn’t really happening, you know.”

  “But—”

  He presses a finger against my lip. “So just lean back and enjoy it,” he says. Then he slips the finger into my mouth, and despite myself, I suckle it, swirling its tip with my tongue.”

  Christian single-handedly unbuttons my jeans and pushes it down my legs, leaving me in just my underwear. Then he pulls his finger away from my mouth and presses it between my legs.

  I gasp as he circles my sweet spot, teasing it until I’m aching and dripping with need.

  Then, he pulls away.

  “What now, Heaven?” he asks me, a devilish glint in his eye.

  He wants me to beg. I know it. He’s said it before. But I can’t give that to him.

  “All it takes are three words, Heaven,” he taunts me. “Beg me to take you, and don’t forget to say please.”

  I release a half-strangled laugh at the his preposterousness of his proposal. He just raises his brow, then reaches out to flick one of my nipples.

  “I’m waiting,” he says.

  “It’s not like I’m here because I want to be,” I snap, pushing his hand away. I almost guide it down to where I really want it to be, but I force myself to let go.

  “Well, you could run if you chose,” Christian tells me. “Though I won’t tell you how,” he murmurs.

  I glare at him and he grins. “Very well, if you won’t beg, then perhaps a lesson is needed.”

  Before I can stop him, he pulls me up and sideways, then nudges my legs apart with his thighs. I stare up at the canvas tent ceiling, disoriented at our sudden change of position.

  He’s good. Then, when Christian bends his head between my spread legs, I realize he’s way, way, better than I could have imagined, and a few moments later, I lose all ability for conscious thought.

  All I know is the way his tongue and lips drives me crazy as he kisses and licks and pushes into me, again and again, with a wily rhythm that drives me to the edge again and again… and again.

  Each time I’m ready to come, he pulls back, then repeats the question. The first few times, I clench my fists and drive them into the rug, shaking my head while I try to resist him.

  Not discouraged in the least, Christian bends down again to pleasure me, until I’m gasping but barely breathing, and my hips are lifting of their own accord to meet him. That’s when he holds me down and presses himself against me, to ask me the same question yet again.

  “What will it be, Heaven?” he says. “Are you begging me to take you?”

  I want him so much that tears are running down my face. All the promises I made to myself, my mother, and everything else that has ever held me back evaporates and I nod weakly, even as I try to pull him into me.

  “Yes. Yes, just do it… take me… please!”

  “Well, since you said please,” Christian smirks, making me want to hit him. But then, oh, but then, he reaches down to enter me, only, it’s with his fingers and not something else.

  “Oh, I thought—” I stop and gasp as I feel one, then two of his fingers slide into me.

  “Well, it is your first time,” Christian tells me with a wink as he pushes yet another finger in. “And my policy is always ‘Ladies First’.

  He plunges all three fingers into me and I arch my back, throwing my hand over my mouth to stifle a scream. He tugs it gently away with his other hand, then proceeds to bring me to the edge again, with his fingers pumping inside me, and his tongue lapping against my nub.

  It feels like I’m riding a wave, cresting higher and higher with each stroke and caress, until finally, the pleasure builds so high that I burst into a sea of fireworks. My mind is blissfully empty, and a surge of bliss courses through me in unending waves of pure, sparkling pleasure.

  When I open my eyes, Christian is looking down at me with a smug grin on his face. He’s got my legs raised up over his shoulders and I can feel him resting against me, heavy and warm against my entrance. Even though I just came, it sends a frisson of desire zooming straight to my core.

  “Ready for part two?” he asks.

  I nod, then brace myself as he leans forwards, slowly and surely, until…

  …a blood-curdling shriek tears through the air and jolts me awake. I shoot up to my feet, ready to flee, only to glimpse a jet black unicorn, lowering its head to charge at me.

  Chapter 33: Heaven

  That’s no unicorn.

  My mind races as it tries to catch up to the sudden transition from lying in the tent with Christian to where I am now, wedged into the hollow of a tree, with a foaming unicorn about to skewer me with its horn.

  Except that I don’t need to think about what it is. I instinctively know already, that the terrifying beast in front of me might have been a unicorn once, but it no longer is anymore.

  It’s a Nightmare.

  My mind finally settles on the word that my heart already knew. The Nightmare charges towards me, its horn lowered. As it nears, the image I see flickers, and the black of its coat fades away into a pale body in a white lingerie and dressing robe, stained dark red with dried blood.

  Not again…

  “Heaven?” my mom’s voice reaches my ears, sad and plaintive. “Why didn’t you listen to me? You shouldn’t have come here. You should have stayed with me.”

  “No, that’s not you, Mom,” I moan. Dimly, I’m aware of hoof beats becoming louder, sounding nearer, but I can’t take my eyes off of my Mom.

  “If only you’d cared for me the way I’ve always cared for you, Heaven,” she says. “The way I sacrificed for you.”

  “No… please…”

  “All you had to do was watch out for Martin while I was with Barry. You knew I needed you to. You even suspected what might happen. And yet you just left me alone… to be killed… to be murdered… your own poor mother!”

  I scream as her hands reach for me, her moldy, dull nails dagger sharp and long.

  She has a right to be mad at me, I know. There’s not a day that’s passed that I don’t regret leaving her that night. I wish I could change what happened, but it’s too late. It’s too late… isn’t it?

  No. It’s not!

  I move to the side just in the nick of time for Mom’s claws to slam into the tree behind me. As she fumbles, stuck within the gap of the hollow in the oak, her image flickers, and once again, I see the true shape of the Nightmare.

  It’s a terrible sight. With a twisted, black horn that oozes green slime, the Nightmare sort of resembles a unicorn. But its hide is purplish black and gaunt, with patchy fur that stretches tight over hollow ribs. Its eyes are yellowed and dripping blood, and its hooves are cracked and full of puss.

  I watch as the Nightmare pants and shrieks, trying to release its broken horn from the tangle of bark it’s embedded in. The thing is a pale, diseased shadow of its magnificent self, and I almost cringe back and run away before I make myself see how much it’s suffering.

  But the moment I do, I know that I have to help it.

  Amelie told me that Nightmares can’t be saved, yet I can’t stand to not try. It’s not just that it reminded me of my poor mother, it’s that I just can’t bear to see a former unicorn living like this.

  So, without wasting time to think about it, I place my hands on its hide. Quickly, before the Nightmare can kick at me, I recite the spell, then push everything I have into making it work.

  Filth, puss, and slime slops onto me as the creature struggles, but the thing that hurts the most is the feeling of Darkness flooding into me. It’s like a torrent from a sewer, pungent, thick and overwhelming, and it’s all I can do to retain my consciousness and sense of identity under it onslaught.

  But despite it all, I hold on, keeping the memory of my Mom’s face, an
d all the happy moments we had together forefront in my mind to ground myself as the Darkness creeps into me, and everything gradually turns black.

  * * *

  When I come to, I’m lying on the ground beneath the oak tree. The Nightmare is nowhere to be seen, and when I look down, I realize that the weight weighing me down is a shiny, silvery-white unicorn with its head resting in my lap.

  “Hello, little one,” I whisper as it blinks up at me with soft brown eyes. It’s smaller than I thought it was as a Nightmare. Tears of relief run down my cheeks at the sight of its smooth, unblemished coat.

  I did it. I saved a fully turned Nightmare. Amelie will never believe it, and I don’t yet know how I did it, but I did!

  “Thank you,” I whisper to the unicorn as I bend down to kiss it. “Thank you for letting me save you.”

  The gentle creature nickers softly, then moves to stand. It’s a little unsteady but so am I. We help support each other until we can stand properly.

  I look around eagerly, anxious to find our way back, and catch sight of a familiar tall man, standing just a few feet away, with his eyes trained on me.

  “Father!” I exclaim in delight. My joy gives me wings and I run to throw myself into his arms. It’s only the second time we’ve met, but I’m so happy to see him.

  “Do you see the unicorn? He was a Nightmare, but I turned him back into a unicorn, and I did it without even having my angelic powers. I’m their Whisperer, you see, Chiros chose me,” I tell him, unable to stop talking. “Oh, I’m so glad to see you. Did you come to check on me?”

  Mikael just stands there, with a small smile on his face as I speak. I hug him again, then pull back, curious at his lack of responsiveness.

  “What’s the matter, Dad?” I ask, concerned. Then I notice the state of his wings.

  They’re ruffled and damaged in places, with feathers torn out in patches and bits of bone and raw flesh visible beneath.

  “Oh my God,” I exclaim, “What happened to you?”

  “I’ve come a long way,” he says finally, his eyes intent on me. “To find someone like you, Heaven.”

  “Oh…” I’m stunned at his sudden sentimentality, but his words still touch me. “I care a lot for you too,” I say, stepping closer to him. “Which is why I want to know what happened to you, Dad, if you can tell me. Who did this to you?”

  “It doesn’t matter,” Mikael says. He reaches a hand out to clasp my arm and pull me towards him. “Now that I have you with me.”

  I reach out to gently touch his wings. Even though I’m extremely gentle, a feather slips out of its sheath, and falls to the floor. It’s so coated in blood, the dark blue of its filaments looks practically black.

  “Oh no Dad, please… let me help you,” I beg. “Let’s go to Madam Kahili, she’ll be able to treat you.”

  Something shifts in the forest behind us, and I whip around to stand in front of my Dad. It’s silly to think of me defending a full grown angel, I know, but considering how hurt he is already… I can’t help but try.

  I glimpse the tip of a long sword first, then the golden bronze of a round shield before Malek steps out of the darkness in front of us.

  “Get back, Heaven,” he says, saying my name for the very first time. “That monster is the one who’s been preying on our unicorns.”

  “What?” I gasp. “How dare you, this is my father!” I know he hates angels, but this is going way too far.

  A thought occurs to me then, and I take a step forward before my father stops me.

  “Are you the one who hurt him?” I ask Malek furiously.

  “Of course,” he says. My blood begins to boil at his words, but all he does is jerk his sword at me. “Get behind me now. It’s not safe.”

  “Are you kidding me, you—”

  Dad grabs me tightly, then sweeps his wings down and around, sending us up into the air.

  “Let’s go, Heaven,” he says.

  I want to protest and make him set us down again. Feathers are raining all around us, and even though Malek is a threat, he’s not as big a threat as my Dad and I falling out of the sky to escape him.

  But before I can say anything, Mikael darts forward with impossible speed. His wings swirl in a whirl of darkness as he slashes at the unicorn I just saved with a dagger, then takes out a vial to catch its blood. Malek is fast too, but when he attacks, Mikael just angles us around, so Malek is forced to swerve his strike to avoid his sword cleaving into me.

  Am I still in a Nightmare, I wonder, or did my own father attack a unicorn, and then risk my life to defend himself?

  I gape in shocked horror as Mikael lifts the vial of blood to his lips and downs it all in one gulp. As soon as he does, little black feathers begin to sprout in place of the blue-black ones that had fallen down.

  And that’s when it hits me.

  My father, Mikael, the supposed angel, is really Mikael, the Fallen angel.

  Malek’s eyes are on me again. He jerks his chin to the side, indicating that I should run, then charges forwards, his huge sword singing through the air as he aims for my father.

  But before I can move, and before Malek’s sword can reach him, Mikael sweeps his wings again, and rises into the air with me.

  “No!” I scream, kicking at him. “You lied to me!” A familiar, nauseous feeling surfaces in my stomach, and I suddenly understand that some part of me knew something about him was wrong, all this time.

  “Be still, Heaven,” Mikael warns me, but I don’t listen. I hit and bite and kick and scream, until he hits me over the head with a heavy blow.

  The last thing I see before my vision fades is Malek glaring up at us, and Knox and Bane bursting out of the forest cover to join him.

  By then, it’s too late. My only solace as my consciousness leaves me are the looks of determined anger on their faces, and the sound of Christian speaking urgently to me as I fall into darkness, telling me, “Hold on, Heaven. We’ll get you back.”

  * * *

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