by CY Jones
I’m the only one here, so I take advantage and use most of the washers. Next time, I know not to let so much time pass between doing laundry. To pass the time, I thumb through magazines since I’m not much of a television person. Occasionally, my brother and I would watch Netflix together, usually on our father’s jet or tucked away in my room where Leslie couldn’t harass me.
Doing laundry may keep your hands busy, but it does nothing to help quiet the mind. In fact, it makes you think more. I can’t get over Violet. Familiars are sacred beings. Every mage worth their salt knows not to do them any harm unless they are physically attacking you, then you have the right to defend yourself. Mr. Meow just peed on her shoes, and she carelessly kicked him across the room. He could have been seriously hurt. Now I want to kill her all over again. Getting sent to the headmaster’s office isn’t nearly enough. I hope he punishes her severely. She deserves to get kicked out of the academy and sent packing back to London.
I wonder, would Zion miss her if she got sent away? Is he even happy she’s back? He certainly looked it in class, but the others made it perfectly clear they are not happy to see her. I need to do myself a favor and stop thinking about him. I might understand Zion, but he’s still an asshole, and I’m thinking along the lines like he’s interested in me. All I’ve gotten out of him was a couple of meaningless heated looks, insults, and one cruel kiss. Maybe I am unhinged. I’ve fabricated a whole relationship out of nothing. If he were the least bit interested, he’d smile at me like he did her this morning.
“Alone in the basement, what on earth were you thinking?” Milo growls, sneaking up on me. His voice is dark and dangerous and I shiver slightly.
Turning, I face him and suck in my breath at his beauty. His long hair is gathered up in a bun and I want to run my fingers through it and test its silkiness. He’s dressed to kill, literally, in all black. I’m sure hidden on his body are numerous weapons, sharp and ready to snuff out someone’s life. Maybe mine, if I’m not careful. But it won’t be an easy fight. I have a doll attached to me, my trusty dagger, and a couple bags of powder that attack in different ways. I may have came down here without Archer, but I’m not stupid enough to go out unarmed and neither is he.
“I think I’ve proven I can take care of myself,” I reply in a firm tone.
“Can you?” he questions before appearing right in front of me, holding a dagger against my neck. The blade is sharp and it slices into my skin. A bead of blood makes a path down my skin and I shiver, but not from fear. My crazy ass is aroused. I should be afraid, begging and pleading this dark angel for my life, but insanity runs in my blood and I’m confident death won’t come for me tonight.
“Go on, kill me,” I taunt, moving so the blade digs deeper into my skin. The bead turns into a light drizzle and the scent of iron hits my nose. Yep, I’m certifiable.
His gaze holds mine, searching. Is he looking for fear? Weakness? Does he have me figured out? See the secret I hold deep inside? I do not fear death. If we were to ever meet, death should fear me. Funny, Milo’s Champion is a Reaper. The carrier of souls to the Underworld. It suits him, compliments his character. I’ve willingly fallen for his spell and would gladly let this dark, magnificent boy carry me off wherever he wanted.
“Brave or foolish. Sometimes I wonder if you’re an ally or a beautiful temptress sent here to destroy me. Whichever it is, it’s clear you’ll be my undoing.” With the slightest shift of his hand, the dagger is gone, tucked back to wherever he’s hiding it on his person and before I can protest, his lips are on mine.
His kiss isn’t teasing like Kirito or forceful like Zion’s. Despite his dark nature, it’s sweet, full of controlled desire. Milo doesn’t give unless he wants to and his kiss is just the same. With a moan, I mold my body to his and he lifts me up, squeezing my ass as I wrap my legs around his trim waist. Walking us to one of the tables, he breaks our kiss and lowers me onto it. “Lean back,” he orders with a voice full of desire and I jump to his command. With a tug and rip, my panties are gone, and he flips my skirt up, exposing me to him and the cool air.
“Since I’ve met you, you’ve been taunting me in my mind. Driving me crazy and reviving a side of me I thought no longer existed. You’re a temptress and now with the forbidden fruit laid upon me, I cannot resist.”
He’s a poet through and through, but his mouth is deliciously wicked in other ways when he descends upon my clit and ravages me. Buried deep, a tiny voice of reason screams this is wrong, but just like the saying goes, I don’t want to be right. He uses his tongue as a weapon, lashing out at my clit and I moan in pure unfiltered bliss. Holding me firmly to the table, his other hand sneaks under my shirt, pushing my bra up and he cups my breast in his warm palm, squeezing like he’s checking its firmness before moving his fingers to toy with my pierced nipples. Situations like this make the pain of getting them done well worth it. The bells jingle, guiding him through my tune; to what end, I don’t know.
Looking up, his eyes meet mine and I’m a goner. “So fucking sweet. I knew you’d taste like honey,” he murmurs, licking his lips before diving back in. Fuck, he’s a pro. As he feasts, I wiggle on the table like a worm. No longer is it cold down here, but blazing hot like the inside of an oven. I don’t recognize half the noises coming from my mouth. The sound of my own moans echoing off the walls makes me even slicker. Not being able to touch him is pure torment. I want to make him feel as good as he is making me. A pressure inside me builds and builds like a fissure ready to explode as he coaxes my orgasm out in the open, and I squeeze tight around his tongue, making him grunt.
“Naughty temptress,” he murmurs, licking a long strip before sucking my hardened nub. When he adds his fingers to the movement of his tongue, I can’t hold it in any longer, and I cry out in ecstasy, my legs tremble around his head like I’m having a seizure. My orgasm is long and hard. My cream leaks on my skin and he laps between my thighs, leaving tiny kisses along my sensitive skin. When he kisses my clit, it’s so gentle, like we’re long time lovers, and I pull myself up so I can see him clearly.
His pupils are blown and he wears a cocky smirk on his face. He doesn’t need me to feed his ego. He knows what he did was mind blowing. Scooting closer to him, he doesn’t shy away when I lean in to kiss him. I give as good as I got, tasting myself on his lips. My tongue lashes out at his as we duel each other. Not being able to hold back any longer, my hand flies to his hair and I set the stands loose so I can run my fingers through. He’s putting a lot of trust in me, knowing what I can do with one strand of hair.
His hands lift my shirt and his mouth finds my breast, licking and sucking like he did my clit. I’m in sensory overload and it doesn’t take me long to cum again, this time shouting his name.
“Fuck, temptress, if we don’t stop I’m going to bend you over and fuck you against this table.”
“Sounds like a plan,” I reply breathless, wanting and willing for him to do just that.
“As tempting as you are, someone is on their way down here.” Opening my ears, I listen and hear the noisy steps as someone clomps their way down the stairs like their shoes are made of lead. With a sigh, I jump down off the table disappointed.
What’s his deal? It’s not like he can’t scare whoever that is coming away. I may have cum twice, but I feel so unsatisfied having not been able to go all the way. Was all he said about me being a temptress a load of crap? Or was this just another one of their games? Give me lady blue balls so I’ll join their group in the hopes of getting the goods. I’m so pissed, it takes me two tries to fasten my bra.
“Don’t look like that, temptress,” he says, reading my face.
“Don’t you want me?” I pout. “Or is this another game?”
“Of course I fucking want you. You have no idea of the restraint I’m using to hold back.”
“Why hold back? I’m here now, ready and willing. If you’re worried about an audience, then take me to your room or mine, wherever. I don’t care.”
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p; He growls, snatching me off the table and kisses me deeply. I feel a rush of air around us, then his overwhelming scent assaults me before we bounce to a stop on a bed. Opening my eyes, we’re not in the basement anymore, but an unfamiliar room. A dark room that lets in little light. Most of the dorms here walls are a red brick, but this one is painted black. A black diamond chandelier hangs above me, reflecting the moonlight streaming through the bay window like artificial stars. The bed is all black, even the satin sheets and heavy comforter. He must have taken us back to his room.
“You’re not much for color,” I tell him.
“Color is overrated,” he replies before laying another siege to my lips.
With wild hands, we both rid each other of our clothes and toss them carelessly to the floor. I wish there was more light in here as I run my palms over his muscled chest. I want to see his pale skin and kiss every blemish floating in the milkiness. My tongue laps at his chest and he growls like an animal when I bite down on his nipple.
“Fuck, temptress. You drive me fucking crazy. I’m already hard as fuck.”
At his words, I smile against his skin, before wrapping my fist around his cock. He’s not lying. He’s so damn hard and big. Thinner than Kirito, but longer. When his lips nibble a trail to my breast, I moan loudly for all to hear as I start to pump him in my hand. I’m so fucking wet and ready for him. I know he’s waiting on me to initiate contact with his dick and my pussy, and that he won’t push me until I’m ready. In the back of my mind, I’m conflicted. It hasn’t been long since I was with Kirito, but quickly as it comes, I push my uncertainty away. Didn’t I decide this morning I was going to be greedy and have all of them? My thumb circles the engorged mushroom head of his cock as I spread the precum leaking from the slit, and he makes a hissing sound around my breast like he’s in pain. The good hurt that makes your toes curl.
Flipping us so that I’m on top, I murmur a spell of protection before I slam myself down on his length. I moan as I slide down him, and he grips my hips firmly, holding me still. Empowered, I gaze down at the dark angel under me, and start to move against him to my own beat. My piercings provide the music, urging me on as well as the delicious moans leaving his mouth. He must really, really like my dance. Inside me, he grows even harder, bigger until I can practically feel him in my stomach. My power surges inside me, but for once, it’s not looking for an escape. It circles his cock barreling deep inside me, caressing and sparking against his rod, for reasons I have no clue of.
“Fuck, temptress, I never felt anything like this before. Ride me. Milk my cock and take me inside you.”
His words spur me on and when his big hands cup my breasts and squeeze, I move against him in a frantic pace, hopping up and down on him like a sexually charged bunny. I wonder if he has ever given over control like this before, then I erase that thought because I rather not think about him fucking anyone else. Sensing my orgasm on the cusp, he works his hips, cantering against my body with a wicked gleam in his dark eyes. When I cum, it’s earth shattering, and I bend over, screaming his name, which he swallows up with a breath stealing kiss. His body makes you give it everything, like an offering, and I offer myself up with a happy smile on my face.
It’s his turn to flip us, and when he’s on top, he holds my hands together above my head and rams into me like a caged beast who is just cut free. His mouth attacks my skin, biting my tits and leaving marks behind. His tight grip on my wrist will undoubtedly leave bruises, but I don’t care because everything he’s doing to my body feels so damn good.
His dick barrels through me like he owns me in sure, deep strokes. When he’s close and starts to swell, he pulls out before slamming back into me. I’m glad the walls are brick because the noises coming out of my mouth clearly says ‘I’m being fucked good’, although they still might be able to hear what’s going on through the wooden door.
“Is this how you like it, temptress? Do you like me fucking you hard and fast or would you prefer it slower?” he ask, slowing down his pace just to angle his body so that he can push inside me deeper than I thought possible. Keep this up, his cock will be able to wave to my kidneys and start a chat about the weather. My reply is garbled and he bites down harder on my skin, demanding a clear answer.
“What’s that?” he questions with a wild smile on his lips.
“Fuck,” I moan loud and clear. “Any way. I don’t care as long as you fuck me.”
Like that’s the last straw before he snaps, all restraint is gone when he starts to jackhammer into my body. I scream, yell, call his name to the moon out the window as he consumes my body and remakes it in his pleasure. I cum again, squeezing the shit out of his dick and the crazy bastard just laughs, never losing pace. He owns this pussy. Owns me. And for tonight, I’m fine with that. When he lets go of my hands, I immediately run them through his hair, tugging on the long silky strands as he rams in me. My mouth finds his through the darkness and I kiss him with all I have. This time, when he’s on the edge, he doesn’t hold back and explodes deep inside me, filling me to the brim. With a satisfied smile, I black out in his arms.
Chapter 22
Milo
Poe sends a message to my mind and I extract myself from Angelica’s body, careful to not wake her. I can’t help the satisfied grin on my face, knowing I’m the reason she’s so exhausted. I haven’t been with anyone in a while. I’ve certainly never taken a female back to my room. Normally, I don’t fuck mages, choosing to only be with humans. I don’t have to worry about a normie knowing who I am, and doing something deceitful to try and trap me. I always come prepared, bringing my own condoms since humans don’t understand I can do a magical spell that would prevent them from getting pregnant. I don’t know what it is about her, but Angelica is different. My pet name for her is perfect because she sings to my soul, tempting me, and I find myself not able to deny her. My temptress.
When I’m dressed, Poe flies to my shoulder, and I leave the room in a cloud of shadows, appearing outside Zion’s room. I knock twice and he opens the door with blazing eyes. He knows. I don’t know how. She certainly was loud enough, but someone must have told him. A female shouting at the top of her lungs coming out my room is worthy gossip. I’m sure everyone here thought I was gay or didn’t bother with relationships period. Too bad for him, I couldn’t care less about how he feels. He can play his little games all he likes. He doesn’t own my temptress, and like I’ve always done, I’ll do as I damn well please.
“Did you have fun?” he snarls. His nostrils flare and I know he can smell my temptress’ sweet scent on me.
“Did you have fun with Violet?” I volley.
“I’ve been doing your job, trying to find out why she’s here. No way in hell would I fuck her or allow her to hang around me after what she did if it weren’t for that. Not now.”
“I don’t know. I hear you made our little harlequin quite jealous in class. You didn’t even correct Violet when she told everyone she’s your fiance.”
“That’s because she thinks she is. She claimed I misunderstood her intentions when she transferred schools and we were just on a break. She claims she straightened everything out with my father and he’s fine with us still marrying after the Mage War is over.”
“Wow! You sure know how to pick them.”
“I didn’t fucking pick her, my father did, and you have your nerve. I’m doubtful Angelica knows what the definition of sane is.”
“Careful,” I growl.
“Fucking hell, she has another one of you in her claws. You know, I expected this kind of behavior from Kirito, but I thought you’d know better than to lead with your dick. Is her snatch that good?”
In a flash of movement too quick to track, I have him by the neck. Growling, I hold back the dark beast inside me. My eyes glow with an unearthly power and my voice isn’t my own when I tell him, “Watch yourself.” His hand clamps on mine around his neck, and he burns my flesh with his fire, but I don’t loosen my hold. We’re at a stand st
ill. It takes a moment before I remember myself and loosen my hold.
“I was wrong. I should not have said that,” he apologizes. That’s the closest to an apology I’m going to get from him, so I accept it.
“You really should deal with these issues you have with her, especially since you’re clearly interested or else you would not have gotten so jealous.”
“I’m not…” but he stops because he knows he is, and it’s pointless to lie to me when I can sniff out lies. “That’s not why I asked your crow to tell you to come here,” he says instead.
“Yes, what was so urgent that I had to leave Sleeping Beauty in my bed? I’d rather her not wake thinking I fucked her and left.”
“You left her alone... in your room?” he says incredulously. I don’t blame him for being shocked. I’m giving someone I barely know a lot of trust. Plus the damage she can do if she wakes up. It’s a voodoo priestess’ dream in there.
“I’m doing a lot of strange things when it comes to her it seems. Feeling things that I thought were long buried with my parents,” I muse, and for once, he doesn’t have a snide remark. We may have our differences, but Zion isn’t all bad. Not the way everyone thinks he is.
“I think my father sent Violet here to spy on me and Angelica,” he says.
“I get spying on you, but why Angelica? What happened when you went to see your father?”
“He got the drop on me and almost killed me, that’s what happened,” he says, dropping the bomb.
“What?” I roar. “Why am I just hearing this?”
“He was able to get into my head. I fought him off and am positive he didn’t get much, but he was able to dig up feelings I have for Angelica I’ve buried deep inside. He claimed loving her would be my death. If it weren’t for my mother and Saber, I’d be dead.”