I counted to thirty to make sure he was well down the corridor then carefully jimmied the latch on his window using a pen I had in my pocket so I could open it. It was easily done now that I was familiar with the catch after we’d broken in to plant the Pegasex doll and within moments I had the window wide.
I shoved the pen back into my pocket and shuffled around so that I could lower myself into his room. I hung from the window frame before letting go and falling down to land on my ass in the centre of his bed with a laugh.
I quickly got up and kicked off my shoes as I moved to sit on his bed. My heart pounded with adrenaline as I lifted my Atlas into my grip and typed out another message for him.
Tory:
You’re getting colder... do you want a clue?
Caleb:
Watch out sweetheart or I’ll start to think you want to lose.
But of course I want a clue...
I held my Atlas up and took a selfie of me sitting on his bed before sending it to him. I knew that it would mean I lost the game, but I wanted him enough tonight not to care about being bitten. I just needed to get out of my own head and lose myself for a few hours and what better way to do that than in Caleb Altair’s arms? Plus I probably owed him some kind of thanks for sticking up for me with Darius.
I waited for a reply but none came and I drummed my fingers against the side of my Atlas impatiently.
A moment later the key sounded in the lock and Caleb swept into the room with a wide smile on his face.
“How?” he demanded, looking around at the door as he closed it again.
I smirked at him and pointed to the window above my head. “You left it open,” I replied innocently, though I was fairly sure he knew that was a lie.
Caleb didn’t seem to care much about the truth to my claim as he stalked towards me instead, his gaze fixed on me where I sat in the centre of his bed.
“I thought you were pissed at me?” he teased.
I shrugged. “I decided to give you a pass in light of you sticking up for me with your friend.”
Caleb paused, a crease forming on his brow. “You know my loyalty is still with the Heirs though, right? I just happen to think shoving girls about isn’t the best way to show strength.”
“Yeah, I got that. Don’t worry, I don’t think you’ve suddenly turned into a knight in shining armour. And I wouldn’t want you to either; I can fight my own battles.” My gaze trailed over his mouth and my pulse hitched a little.
“I don’t know about that, you promised to punish me for my involvement with that shit at the pool but I’m still waiting for you to come at me,” he teased.
“Are you, now?” I couldn’t help but smirk to myself at that. He had no idea we’d already hit him solidly in his reputation with those Pegasus rumours, but if he liked the idea that he still had one up on me then I wasn’t going to burst his bubble. “Well maybe I’m building up to it,” I said, dropping my voice as I looked over his body slowly.
Caleb smirked at me and hounded forward, closing in on me with intent.
“Wait,” I said as he drew closer, shifting up onto my knees as I moved to meet him at the edge of the bed.
“Why?” he breathed, his gaze roaming over me intently.
“Because I made you a promise,” I said, offering him a sly smile.
“What promise?”
I stepped off of the bed and bit my lip as I caught his waist and walked him backwards a few steps until he bumped against the wall.
Caleb caught my jaw in his rough palm and guided my mouth to his possessively. My heart pounded at the heat in that kiss as his body begged for me like I was aching for him. I needed to push the shadows away and forget everything else and his kiss was a promise of oblivion. Even if it couldn’t last forever.
I kissed him hard, my tongue sweeping over his as I tugged at the drawstring which secured his sweatpants, loosening it so that I could have access to every hard inch of him.
Caleb groaned as my hand gripped the smooth length of him and I smiled against his mouth as I slid it up and down a few times slowly.
I broke our kiss as I reached up to unzip his hoodie, sliding it off of his broad shoulders so that I could have access to more of his flesh. He wasn’t wearing a shirt beneath it so I was instantly rewarded with what I’d wanted.
He pushed his hands into my hair as I moved my mouth down his neck, over his collarbone and down the firm ridges of his abdominals before I dropped to my knees before him, pushing his pants down as I went.
“Shit,” Caleb breathed, his word a curse and a prayer as he realised what I was going to do with him.
Caleb swore more forcefully as I took him into my mouth, my tongue sweeping around the length of him as I drew him between my lips, sucking and teasing as his hands fisted in my hair.
He groaned as I found a rhythm, moving my mouth over him as I pushed his body closer and closer to release.
Caleb gripped my hair tighter in a desperate movement and drew me back off of him. His hand slid to my chin and he pulled me upright again, claiming my lips with his as he peeled my sweater off. He tossed it aside and quickly unbuckled my jeans, his fingers swift and urgent with his need until he had me in my underwear.
“You always surprise me, Tory,” he breathed, turning me suddenly so that my back was to him and his arms wrapped around my waist, drawing me close. “I never know what to expect from you and it drives me fucking insane.”
I moaned as his teeth skimmed along the line of my jaw, arching into him as his hands moved across my flesh.
He kissed my neck and I pushed my ass back against him, moaning as his fingers pushed beneath my bra and he began a sweet torment on my hardened nipple.
“Just when I think I’ve got you figured out, you do this to me and I could just about lose my mind over it.”
Caleb’s other hand shifted beneath the fabric of my panties and he groaned with desire as he pushed a finger inside me, feeling just how much I wanted him. His dick was so hard against my ass that my mouth was drying up with desire to feel every inch of him inside me.
Caleb kept moving his hand and started walking me forward towards the bed. I went willingly, my breaths laboured with need as he kept up his sweet torment, his fingers giving me a taste of what I needed from him while keeping me hanging in suspense at the same time.
We reached the foot of the bed and I caught the bedpost, leaning forward over it without needing any more encouragement. Caleb withdrew his hand, catching my panties in his grip and shoving them down. He lined himself up behind me and I panted breathily, needing this from him more than I’d realised when I came here.
He groaned with desire and claimed me with one hard thrust of his hips. I cried out, bucking forward as I gripped the bedpost to stop myself from falling.
Caleb swore under his breath, gripping my hips as he drove himself into me again and again, each powerful thrust forcing a moan from my lips as he pushed me closer and closer to a climax which my body ached for so desperately.
The headboard was slamming into the wall and my nails were gouging lines into the wooden post which was the only thing stopping me from toppling over beneath the strength of his desire.
Caleb’s hand slid from my hip, pushing down until his fingers were riding the perfect place at the apex of my thighs, the power of his thrusts meeting with a circle of his fingers on that sensitive spot.
I sucked in a breath, my head spinning as he drove me closer and closer to the edge, drawing so much pleasure into my body that I could barely even meet his thrusts with the rocking of my own hips.
Caleb drew back one final time, his fingers pressing down a touch harder as he slammed into me and sent me careering into a mind blowing wave of pleasure with a cry which was punctuated by his own gasp of release as he followed me into ecstasy.
He fell forward over me for a moment, our bodies slick with sweat, chests heaving as we fought to recover from the impact of what we’d just done.
He pressed ki
sses to the back of my neck and shoulders, little shivers tumbling through my sensitised skin at the feel of them.
After several minutes where neither of us could do much more than try to catch our breath, Caleb eased off of me and drew me upright into his arms.
He turned me around, his hand sliding into my hair as he kissed me sweetly, righting his pants which hadn’t even made it off of his body in his haste to have me.
I smiled into his kiss, my flesh humming with satisfied energy as I ran my hands along the firm muscles of his biceps so that I could hold onto him.
“You have no idea how much I needed that,” I murmured, kissing him again as he guided me back to his bed.
“You’ve been keeping me in suspense for days, sweetheart,” he replied with a laugh. “I think I know how much.”
I sank down onto his mattress and he offered me one of his shirts which he snagged from a chair beside the bed. I shrugged into it, fastening the buttons as he watched me intently, following me back onto the bed.
“You wanna stay and watch Rambo with me?” he offered with a shy grin which was so unlike his usual cocky smirk that I couldn’t help but stare at it a little.
“Yeah,” I replied, moving to lean against his pillows as his smile widened. “That actually sounds really... nice.”
Caleb flicked the TV on and pulled me under his arm so that I could rest my head against his shoulder as the classic action film got underway. It was about a third in already but I shook my head when he offered to restart it for me, happy to just sit and let the noise of it wash over me while I stole a little comfort from his arms.
Caleb held me loosely, his fingers toying with my hair as we watched the film before inevitably falling back into the temptation of each other’s bodies and I soaked up all the pleasure I could take from his flesh.
While he held me, the shadows seemed to stay a little further from my mind and I couldn’t really ask for much more than that.
He was the perfect escape from the mayhem of everything else that was going on in my life. And I was more than happy to lose myself with him for a little while.
I circled through the sky above the Academy grounds for about the hundredth time, beating my wings occasionally before just gliding on the currents.
I was angry enough to spit fire. Which I had. Multiple times. So much that even my Dragon throat was beginning to feel raw with it.
My gaze narrowed on the huge mound of earth which contained Terra House. She was in there now with Caleb. I knew it. And the anger it lit in me wasn’t something I could put out easily.
It was almost dawn. I’d been out here all night and she hadn’t left. At first I’d been meaning to confront her again, force her to bow to me and make her learn her place beneath my feet. But as my rage simmered, I’d realised that that would only be a short fix. She’d just get right back up again, look me in the eye and continue to defy me.
No. If we wanted the Vegas gone then we had to do it differently. And I wanted her gone. I was sick of looking at her in my House and around campus. Sick of watching them with their Royalist club holding court in The Orb. Sick of seeing them learn more and more about their powers each day. Sick of watching her play Caleb like a fucking fool. And most of all I was sick of wanting her and hating her all at once.
My stomach was a knot of constantly warring instincts. I wanted to crush her and hold her at the same time. Every strike I made at her almost seemed to cut me more than her.
When I’d pushed her in that fucking mud, I had to lock my muscles into place to stop myself from diving down after her and lifting her back into my arms. And then I looked into her eyes and saw a moment of hurt there that had nothing to do with physical pain or humiliation but had everything to do with me and what I knew she had felt for me too. I felt like I’d just taken a knife to my own heart and carved a fissure right through it.
Because I knew with every move I made against her I was damaging it more. And I knew that there was nothing I could do to stop myself. I was in full self destruct mode but I refused to go down alone.
It was time we broke the Vegas and got them the hell out of this school. And if I had to break myself to do it then that was just the price I’d have to pay.
I looked down at Terra House as the sun crested the horizon. She still hadn’t fucking left.
I roared my anger into the uncaring clouds and turned toward The Wailing Wood, setting a course for King’s Hollow right at the heart of it.
I banked hard, tucking my wings close and diving out of the sky as I spotted the wooden roof of the huge treehouse we called our sanctuary.
My weight collided with it and the whole structure trembled beneath me, a groan of protest echoing from it. I wasn’t concerned though, this place was born of magic and was more than strong enough to take the weight of a five ton Dragon landing on its roof.
I withdrew into my Fae form with some difficulty. This anger in me had me craving my Dragon form at all times. It was eating me up, consuming me entirely. And I needed it gone.
I stalked across the roof and ripped open the hatch which led inside before dropping down into the wide living area.
I threw a handful of fire into the grate with so much force that it roared to life, flaming half way up the huge chimney before shrinking down to a normal size.
I kicked open the chest in the corner of the room where we kept spare clothes for me and Seth so that we could come here in our Order forms and not have to spend the rest of the night hanging out with our junk on show.
I stuffed my legs into a pair of black sweatpants then crossed to the kitchenette at the back of the room.
I yanked open a drawer and took out the spare Atlas I kept there.
I sent the same message to all three of them at once.
Darius:
King’s Hollow. Now. There’s something we need to discuss.
I drummed my fingers on the counter impatiently as I waited for them to reply. I didn’t care if it was five in the morning, they’d come.
Seth:
On my way. Make coffee.
I scowled at the coffee machine like it had just insulted my mother. He could make his own fucking coffee.
Max:
This had better be good, I’m gonna have to skip out on morning sex for it...
I didn’t reply to that either. I just waited to hear from Caleb. Fucking Caleb who had Vampire hearing and couldn’t be that fucking busy with Roxy that he hadn’t heard my message come in. I glared at the screen, a red tick appearing to let me know he’d read it.
I waited. And waited.
No reply.
Darius:
This is important, Caleb.
He read that too. Still no reply.
Darius:
Tell me you’re on your way.
Darius:
I’ll come and drag you out of your bed if you don’t come willingly.
Darius:
Answer your fucking messages.
I ground my teeth, smoke pouring between them. I could fly to Terra House and dig him out of it if I had to. I’d carry him here in my claws and remind him that I was king of every beast in the land. Nobody fucking ignored me when I called.
Caleb:
I’m busy.
I almost smashed the fucking Atlas. A roar ripped from my throat and I launched the copper coffee pot across the room with enough force to lodge it into the wooden wall.
A whine caught my attention as a huge, white wolf bounded into the room from the stairwell. Seth shifted in a heartbeat, his eyes wide with concern.
“What’s going on?” he asked, striding towards me with his arms held out like he was gonna hug me.
“Seth, I swear to the stars, if you hug me with your fucking dick out I’m gonna rip it off,” I snarled and he pulled up short with a whimper.
He quickly hooked a pair of sweatpants from the chest in the corner and pulled them on to cover himself.
I turned my attention back to my Atlas, forcing myself
to type slowly when I kept hitting the wrong buttons.
Darius:
I know who you’re busy doing. This is about her and you’ll want to hear it. Get your ass here now.
“What’s going on?” Seth asked again warily, moving towards me with his hands twitching. He wanted to hug me. I could see it written all over his face but I was pretty sure he could tell that I’d tear his arms off if he tried.
“Caleb would rather stay in bed with Roxy Vega than come to his brothers when we call him,” I snapped.
Seth sidled closer and looked down at the messages on my Atlas, pushing his long hair back out of his face. Just as he did, Caleb replied.
Caleb:
Give me an hour.
Caleb:
Or two.
Caleb:
;)
Did he just send me a fucking emoji?!
I slammed my fist into the Atlas so hard that the worktop beneath it cracked right down the middle. Bits of broken glass embedded themselves in my fist and blood spurted out of my hand. I actually welcomed the pain. I needed it. I needed something other than rage. I glanced down at it and noticed a jagged piece of glass lodged in my wrist. It must have hit a vein because blood was pissing out of it like a waterfall.
“Fuck, Darius!” Seth caught my arm then flinched back with a whine as my blazing skin burned him.
My shoulders started shaking, my wings demanding to be set loose from my flesh. I was about to lose my shit entirely.
Just as the feeling of the transformation engulfed my chest, a wave of calm washed over me instead and I fell still.
“What the hell have I just walked in on?” Max gasped, his gaze swivelling between the destroyed Atlas, Seth and my bleeding arm.
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