Once Upon A Devil: A Dark Academy Reverse Harem Bully Romance (Everafter Academy Book 3)

by Scarlett Snow

  I want this Darkblood.

  I want her to be mine.

  And by all rights, I should have her, since I’ll one day be her king.

  But I don’t just want her body, or for her to stake claim on mine in a way I would never let anyone else do. I want to possess every inch of Redera Hemlock: her heart, her mind, her beautifully twisted soul, not just her sweet pussy.

  When my uncle danced with her at the ball, I wanted to kill him. I would have done so had Christopher not stopped me.

  Enraged by my own thoughts, I push off my chair and storm out of the cafeteria. I can still smell her burning leaves scent as I descend the tower stairs, barging by anyone who dares step in my way. There’s only one person who can take my mind off her, erase her scent from the air, but he’s too busy studying in the library this evening.

  I find Fang lounging by the fire in the common room.

  —You look positively tortured,—he comments.

  I grunt at him.—It’s nothing. Is Christopher still doing his homework?—

  Fang lowers his head.—Of course he is. Phillip won’t let him do anything else now that this year’s prelims are underway.—

  Oh, great. The first prelims of the year. Have I studied? Fuck no.

  —Send word to my uncle. I’m going out tonight.—

  —To shift? Or to hunt?—Fang probes.

  —Both. I… I need to.—

  My familiar senses my hesitation and straightens off the floor with a stretch, scrutinizing me.

  —Just be careful out there, young prince. The Penny Royal wolves are still hunting close by.—

  —I’d like to see them try to take on the future alpha of Rosso Lupa.—

  Fang bares his teeth, his way of a smile, menacing though it is, and turns away to look for my uncle. He’s much happier now that Reverend Cassim’s beast of a dog is gone. I think every familiar in Everafter was delighted to see the back of that hellhound.

  I climb the dormitory stairs. Christopher is indeed absent when I enter our room, which just fucking annoys me. His books and paperwork are littered everywhere, covering the expanse of his bed. His sweet, light musk wraps around me and my cock hardens. I wish he was here. I wish I could hear his whimpers, feel his hole clenching around me, his lips pressing against my own. He’s the best and only distraction I need right now…but he’s not fucking here.

  I step into the bathroom and strip off my clothes. Turning the shower on and making sure its temperature is just right, I start to soak my hair and wash my body, hoping to rid myself of the anger pulsing through my veins and the thoughts I do not wish to fall prey to. But they quickly betray me and the Darkblood fills my mind with lust and unwanted desire. Mmm, fuck. The way she sneered at me and how she grabbed my cock in front of everyone…

  “Your dick tells me otherwise.”

  I reach down, wrapping my hand around my cock. Just like then, I’m already hard from the mere thought of her. Only this time, it’s all in my head, and we’re in the Great Hall, and she’s mine. I’ve got her pushed against the high table, her skirt pulled up, my cock buried in her ass. Her nails dig into my arm, drawing blood that races down my flesh, and her moans turn into pleas while Christopher ruthlessly fucks her pussy with his tongue. I’m just about to shoot my load in the shower when someone knocks on the door.

  “Gid? Are you decent?”

  Christopher’s voice penetrates my mind, dispelling the release I was so fucking close to reaching.

  “Fucking hell, Chris! What is it?”

  He pushes into the bathroom and I turn to glare at him, pissed off that he just chased away a damn good fucking orgasm. He stops in his tracks, his pile of books pressed to his chest, and his eyes tumble down to where my hand is occupied. A smirk plays on his plump lips. I keep stroking my dick, imagining his mouth wrapped around me. “Can’t you see I was busy?”

  Chris blushes at my words. “I wanted to see you.”

  I gesture to my body with my other hand. “Well, you’re seeing me. Now the fuck what?”

  Choosing to act instead of reply, he drops the books onto the floor, shrugs off his blazer, and steps into the shower with me. The water rains down from overhead, splashing the two of us.

  “You’ll get your clothes wet,” I warn him.

  “I don’t care.”

  He takes my cock into his hand and slides his palm down my shaft. I moan, and he grins again, his eyes glistening with something I rarely get to witness.

  Dominance.

  My little puppy is feeling feisty this evening.

  “Does she excite you, too?” he murmurs, lifting his eyes to meet my own.

  I gasp as he flicks his thumb over my slit. “W-who? Does who excite me?”

  “Redera. The Darkblood you so despise.”

  I don’t dignify his question with an answer. “Did you enjoy your little picnic in the woods?” I ask instead, watching the way his lips part and his Adam’s apple jerks nervously in his throat. “Yeah, I saw you leave with her and her bunch of cretins. You looked like you were having the time of your life.”

  He stops touching me for a moment, his eyebrows raised in surprise, then he continues stroking, harder and faster until I’m gasping, hating and loving him at the same time. He closes the small space between us, bringing his lips to my ear.

  “Are you perhaps jealous, Gideon?”

  I grab hold of his wrist, equally appalled and aroused by the notion. “I fucking hate her.”

  “Really? Because I’ve seen the way you look at her. The way you pine.”

  He yanks his hand free and pushes me against the tiled wall, still holding my cock with his other hand. I might be stronger than Chris but he’s got surprising strength when he’s ticked off, and it turns me on.

  “You’re the one that sounds jealous, Chris,” I counter, my breathing accelerating despite my best efforts to appear calm. Chris strokes me again, his eyes rooted on my lips. I poke my tongue out and lick them slowly.

  “I’m not jealous,” he breathes, pressing his chest against me. “I desire her as much as you do.”

  I practically gawk at him. This is news to me and I’m not sure how I feel about it. “You want her? A Darkblood?”

  My cock jolts in his hand at the thought. So I’m not the only hero that’s been wanting to fuck a villain?

  Sweet unholy fuck.

  This is the best news I’ve had in weeks.

  I try not to let on though and pull my mouth into a sneer. Chris kisses me before I can utter another word, wiping my angry expression away.

  I fist my hand into his hair, and with a surprisingly powerful move from Chris, he spins me and shoves me against the wall again. My cheek presses into the cold, wet tiles while Chris slides his hand down my back.

  “Chris, what are you—”

  His finger slipping betweening my cheeks takes me by surprise.

  “I just want to make you feel good, Gid.”

  I scowl over my shoulder at him. Stupid idiot, making me blush like this.

  “If you’re going to fuck me, you better fuck me right.”

  His slight pause makes me chuckle. He’s never topped before.

  “Grab the lube,” I order him, and he dutifully hurries into the bedroom.

  I listen to him fumbling through our little stash hidden in the wardrobe. He comes back not a moment later, bearing gifts: lubricant and a packet of condoms. Such an eager but good little puppy. I smirk and gesture him over with a curled finger. Gods, he looks so fucking pleased with himself as he steps into the shower with me. His clothes are now plastered to his trembling body, his hair stuck to his temples, and his cheeks are delectably flushed from all the hot steam. He flicks the lid open and prepares to squirt the lube into the palm of his hand.

  “You really think I’d let you take me so easily?”

  Chris stops and looks up at me, his eyebrows drawn together as he takes in my words. “But I thought… You seemed happy to…”

  “You’re cute when you�
��re wrong, Chris. Maybe one day I’ll let you be the top, but I’m not feeling that generous today. Now strip and get down on your knees for me, puppy.”

  Once he hands me the lube and condoms, he’s quick to toss his clothes aside and assume the position, his hands placed on the wall in front of him for support.

  “Lift up,” I tell him, tapping the side of his ass.

  Chris hunches forward, raising his hips so I can fuck him all the better. The warmth of the hot water on my back is a comforting sting as I pour the lube onto my fingers. I rub my thumb around his puckered hole, slicking him good before pushing in and stretching him.

  “I like you like this, Christopher,” I whisper, pushing the tip of my cock against his hole. “Bent over, taking my dick like the little slut we both know you are.”

  He moans into the tiles, the sound deepening into an almost strangled sob when I thrust into him.

  “Ahhhh, fuck…” I push in deeper, loving this exact moment when I first take him and stretch his hole until he’s whimpering and writhing underneath me. I’ll never get tired of it.

  The flared head finally breaches the tight ring of muscle, and he gasps at the way I fill him. He tightens around me and drops his head toward the floor, his flanks quivering. I’ve never seen anybody love being fucked the way Chris does. That’s why he’ll never top me—he’d miss the feeling of having me inside him too much.

  I’m still mad at him for interrupting me, so I’m disinclined to be easy. I push in balls deep and start thrusting as hard as I can. His hands on the wall are now less for support than to keep me from driving his forehead into the tile, and he grunts with every jab of my dick against his golden spot. I’m not going to last long, but neither is he. He never does.

  “Gid,” he gasps. “Oh, Gid… I’m gonna…”

  “Do it, Princess,” I grind out, snapping my hips faster and harder. My hands are gripping him so hard I know I’m leaving bruises, and I don’t care. He loves it when I mark him in secret places. “Cum for me.”

  He cries out and paints the shower floor with pearly white streaks, and his body clenches around me. It’s the last straw for me, and I bury myself in him like I’m trying to stab him to death before I blast his insides with my seed.

  I fall across his back, breathing heavily. He turns his head toward me, but I avoid his kiss. All I can think about is her.

  After curfew, once the lights go out and everybody is supposedly in bed, I sneak through the secret door and head to the altar that Lockwood asked me to investigate. I’m in search of answers, but they have nothing to do with that altar now that I know who’s behind it. No. This is a different sort of mission.

  Lucifer owes me. Big time.

  The little altar is still a pathetic thing compared with the one my family has always used, but it’ll do the job. I make my way straight to it and swipe my knife across my palm. I clench my fist and let the blood drip onto the surface of the altar.

  “I summon, thee, Lucifer, Prince of Lies.”

  My voice catches on the last word, and I’m nearly shaking with my anger. The rage I’m feeling fills the clearing, and the blood amplifies the emotion and signals that I mean business.

  I’ve never commanded my god before.

  “No, you haven’t,” he says behind me. “And don’t think I appreciate it… although it does have an element of appeal.”

  He walks toward me, and I hear his hooves on the ground, snapping twigs and clumping into the cold, hard earth. I turn to face him, not trying to conceal my anger.

  “I was expecting your sister,” he says casually, by now well aware that I’m on to his little deception. “Nice move with the apple, by the way.”

  “It was a way to make sure that at least one person told me the truth.”

  Lucifer laughs. “Oh, such hard feelings, my dear.”

  He walks closer, and I turn to face him, standing between him and the pathetic excuse for an altar that I’m using. I’m tempted to trample it down, show him what I think of him, but I’m smart enough not to go that far. There are lines that even the strongest of witches should never cross.

  “You dislike this altar, don’t you?”

  “It’s ridiculous,” I say.

  He nods. “Not much to look at, is it? But then, neither was the imp who built it.” I’d thought Redera built the thing, and he nods at my surprised expression. “She found and claimed it, but we both know your sister would have made something more attractive.”

  Lucifer stands before me in his half-man, half-goat guise, his golden robe hanging open from his muscular shoulders. An ancient-looking gold pectoral necklace lies across his chest, and it gleams as he moves, the gems in its surface sparkling. I’ve never known him to wear jewelry before.

  “What’s with the necklace?” I dare to ask.

  “Do you like it?” he asks. He stops walking so close to me that I can feel his body heat. We’re close enough to touch.

  “No,” I lie. “It looks stupid.”

  He laughs. “Tsk, tsk. So much anger.”

  “Heaven, yes, I’m angry! Why didn’t you tell me?” I grind out.

  Lucifer grabs my hair at the nape of my neck and pulls my head back painfully. His face flickers, and for a moment it’s more goat than man, with curving horns and blazing red eyes. “I am under no obligation to tell you anything, witch!”

  “Everything I suffered,” I continue despite his blatant fury, too enraged to think straight. “Everything you let me suffer. Why?” Tears sting my eyes, and I blink them away. “Why did you let me think she was dead?”

  “Because she was dead, even if only for a moment.”

  “Why didn’t you tell me you brought her back?”

  He pulls harder, and I take a step forward to catch my balance. The motion puts me in contact with his body, and his other arm snakes around my waist, crushing me against his torso. His cock is ragingly hard and hot, and it’s against the space between my thighs. I clench my legs together just to spite him.

  “Why do you think I owe you anything?”

  He flings me onto the ground, and I land on my side, glaring up at him. Lucifer stalks over and puts one hoof on my hip, holding me down. The heat is searing, and I gasp at the pain.

  “I have plans for the two of you. My twin witches. Things got complicated when I had to take down my protections, but that’s nothing I can’t recover from. In the meantime, Ravyn, you need to show me some gratitude.”

  “Gratitude?” I hiss. “For lying to me that my sister was dead?”

  “No. For bringing her back to life.”

  He moves his hoof and hauls me back to my feet. He clamps one hand over the burn on my hip and grips me, hard. I hit him in the chest with my fists, trying to push him back, but the necklace he’s wearing burns me, too, and he just laughs at me.

  “Temper, temper,” he mocks.

  I want to swear at him, but I find myself kissing him instead. His tongue pushes into my mouth, and I swear it’s the longest tongue I’ve ever encountered. It seems to go all the way down my throat, writhing like a snake, and it nauseates and excites me at the same time. He pulls back and I gasp for air, and he gives me a sexy smirk. I grab his robe and rip it off his shoulders, dropping it to the ground around his hooves. He chuckles in the back of his throat and gathers my skirt up in his hands, bunching it up until he can pull it up to my waist.

  I reach down and take his cock in my hand, stroking it from thick root to weeping tip. It’s pulsating against my palm, and I can hardly wait to get him inside me. He snaps the elastic on my panties and tosses them aside. I wrap my arms around his neck and he lifts me from the ground, impaling me. I groan and hook my legs around his waist, holding on for dear life as he starts thrusting.

  “Mine,” he grunts, his hot flesh diving in and out of me. “Both of you are mine. My witches. My queens.”

  I can feel each thrust like a vibration up my spine, and I tip my head back in the absolute carnal joy of it all. I want to look at him,
but my eyes just won’t stay open, and I’m delirious with pleasure. Heat is building in the pit of my stomach, and my legs start to shake.

  “Queens?” I gasp.

  He laughs and presses his lips to my throat, his teeth nipping at my skin. I tangle my hands in his thick hair. He fills me again and again, each snap of his hips rippling all the way up to the top of my head. I moan.

  He sinks his teeth into the side of my neck, tearing through the skin, and I can feel my blood trickling down toward my chest. He laps it away, and when he starts to suck on the wound, I lose my damn mind. Orgasm after orgasm rolls through me in bone-crushing waves, and I let out a howl of ecstasy, tightening around him. He rams me again, and then I feel him release inside me, and all I can see is stars.

  He lowers me down onto my jelly-weak legs and slowly pulls free. He’s grinning at me, like he just won the argument.

  “I had my reasons for not telling you, Ravyn.”

  I can’t think straight yet, and my body is almost too tingly to bear. I run my hands through my hair and try to force my brain back into action.

  “You have a plan?”

  He nods, smiling, and changes until he looks completely human, all goat attributes gone. “Oh, yes. And I will tell you and Redera all about it, when the time comes. But first you need to do something for me.”

  I’m too well-fucked to form any cogent objections. “What?”

  He points at the little altar. “Find out which imp built this thing. He or she is unknown to me and that can’t continue.”

  “I… imp?”

  “Yes. Summon me here when you have more information.” He smiles, and he’s so damned beautiful I want to fuck him again, right here and now. “I trust that our next meeting will begin in a more civil fashion.”

  He dissolves into black smoke that whirls around me, surrounding my body and sparkling with magic. I can feel all evidence of sex being wiped away as if it had never been there. The smoke spirals off into the forest, and then I’m alone again, with no answers and more questions.

  I wipe the sleep from my eyes and roll out of bed before my friends wake up. Broin must have gone out hunting while I was away, which is good because it’s the first he’s done anything for himself since our world turned upside down. I think he spends most of his time worrying over me and feeling like he let our family down. He couldn’t be farther from the truth, especially now.