Final Kill (Cain University Book 3)

by Lucy Auburn

  Kissing me deeply, he pulls back and stares down into my eyes with barely banked heat. Then he slides down smoothly to his knees, his hands parting my thighs from behind as the flat of his tongue parts his lips and he dips his face forward against my apex. My head tilts back, legs widening, pressing forward towards his mouth. A moan leaves my lips as the wet warmth of his mouth reaches my clit and his tongue pulses against me.

  Tonguing me over and over again, he presses insistently forward and parts my lower lips with a dart of his tongue. I lean against him, shuddering, leaning my weight against his hands. He moves his hands to the front of my thighs and supports me.

  As I fall towards his face, his stubble rubs against my thighs, and his mouth parts to stroke me to arousal. Warmth and wetness envelops me and sparks my desire towards a breaking point. I shudder and cry out, throwing a leg over his shoulder and seeking as much pleasure as possible.

  With Wyatt's mouth against me, his strength taking my weight, his tongue parting my lower lips and darting inside my pussy, the whole world seems to fade around me. Pure white-hot pleasure shoots through my body like electricity. My vision blurs, and I gasp as he flicks and strokes his tongue against and within me over and over, bringing me to a breaking point.

  "I'm gonna—"

  He moans in desire, his cock twitching between his strong, powerful thighs. I gasp, burying my fingers in his hair, pushing my face down against him and letting myself fall apart into a thousand pieces. Everything empties out of me and is replaced with wave after wave of wondrous, shuddering ecstasy.

  When I come down from it, pulling away from him and slipping to the ground, Wyatt holds me close as all my muscles turn to jelly. His hands pull me down towards the mat, and I lean against him, our foreheads touching. My breath comes in rapid, heavy pants until I feel more like myself again.

  Wyatt murmurs, "That's it. Almost ready."

  "Mmmm."

  I shiver and kiss him, our lips hungry and eager. His hands close around my waist and draw me towards his lap. I put my legs around him, twitching as the shaft of his cock brushes against the inside of my thigh.

  Breaking from our kiss, I point out, "Condom."

  "Got it." He reaches behind himself, grabs his athletic shorts, and pulls a foil packet with the gold letters XXX-Large stamped across the glossy surface. "Always be prepared."

  A smile breaks out on my face at his words. Of course Wyatt would bring a condom to our morning practice just in case this happened, and of course it would be some kind of special order super gigantic size. A little bit of nervousness slides inside me as he pulls the condom wrapper open and slides it over his erection. I stare at it from up close, hands perched on his shoulders, imagining what it'll take to let it inside me.

  "You're so big," I blurt out. "I mean, obviously you know that, but uh... wow."

  Wyatt arches a brow at me as he strokes himself, gripping the base of his cock. "Intimidated?"

  "Let's say challenged." I take a deep breath and lick my lips, wriggling a little in his lap as he draws me towards him. "Swear you'll be gentle?"

  "Until you beg me not to."

  I shiver again, pleasure like a living thing inside me. "Guess I better dive in before I lose my nerve."

  "Now or never..."

  He guides me by the waist, pulling me up and over him, the head of his cock brushing against me like a dirty promise. I twine my hands behind his neck and push up on my legs, wriggling my hips.

  Staring straight into his face, I watch him as I draw myself down onto the head of his cock. It flares me open and stretches me wide, pushing past my inner lips and drawing a gasp from me at his size. But the best part is watching Wyatt's face, the way his mouth parts in pleasure and his eyes flutter.

  Licking my lips, I bring one of my hands to my mouth, wet my fingers, and reach down to the place where his cock impales me. I stroke the wetness onto him, then pull off his cock and press back down again. With a little help from the precum and saliva, I manage to draw a few inches into myself, pleasure stretching me wide.

  "You can go slow," he says, even as his fingers press deep into my waist the more I push down on him. "I know it's big."

  "So big." Staring into his eyes, I relax my lower body and let his shaft in until most of it is piercing me. I moan and watch him struggle to control himself, enjoying the power I have over him. "You feel so big inside me, Wyatt." I gasp, pull up, and push down even more. "I'm so wet, ah, fuck. I can't believe we haven't done this before."

  "I told you," he says smugly, kissing me and drawing me towards him, my nipples brushing against his chest. He groans as I push down on him until the full length of his cock is inside me, pulsing and hard, stretching me wide. "You're so fucking hot, Ellen. So tight and wet and... warm, ah, fuck."

  Smirking, I wriggle my hips around in a circle, working his cock until he shivers and tightens his grip on me. Then I lean my weight forward on him and set a rhythm, pushing up with my thighs and drawing down, my wetness slicking up his shaft, his balls pressing against me as I widen my thighs to draw him all the way deep inside.

  Our words turn to grunts and groans. He fists his hand in my hair and gasps against me. I ride up and down on him, muscles flexing, toes curling, enjoying all the places deep inside me that the wide head of his cock brushes against.

  At first he barely moves inside me, his hips stilled, his hands grabbing me but not pulling me down on him. Eventually, he loses his control, especially as I moan and gasp around him, driven to my limits by the size of his cock. Pushing his hips up, Wyatt takes all my weight and drives his cock deep inside me.

  Then he draws me down until my back is on the mat and presses my legs back, thrusting his way inside at a new angle. I moan and wriggle, and he reaches down to thumb my clit, sparking hot pleasure inside me from all angles. With a groan, his head falls against my shoulder, and he drives his hips like a piston, going fast and deep inside me, pushing me across the mat with his thrusts.

  I moan with the deepness of his angle and palm his back. The muscles there, the strength—it's all so arousing. As he fucks me without control, losing himself to his own desire, I push my fingers against the spot where our bodies meet and work my clit until I feel my orgasm come.

  Wyatt kisses me as I clench and shudder around him, then groans and flexes as he comes with a thrust of his hips. I moan, waves of pleasure running through me, my body coming around the enormous girth of his hard cock bottoming out in me. He sucks a kiss to the side of my neck and shivers as he thrusts through his orgasm, then pulls my body against him and moves his mouth to mine.

  We stay like that for a while, his cock still inside me, until he softens enough that he's forced to pull out. I sigh at the sudden emptiness, licking my lips and watching him clean up. He comes back to me the second he's done, stretches out beside me and pulls me towards him so we're facing each other on our sides.

  "That was amazing," he murmurs, pushing my hair back from my face. "Next time we'll do two rounds. Now that you're a little more used to my size."

  I cough. "Next time? Two rounds?"

  He grins. "You didn't think I was a one go-around kind of guy, did you?"

  "I'm not sure I can go that many times in a row," I tell him, and in response he slides his hand between my thighs and rubs against my lower lips until I squirm. "Okay, okay! Maybe I could. With you." Licking my lips, I dare to ask him, "Do you think you could ever maybe, uh, share me with one of the other guys?"

  "They wouldn't fit," he says, voice low and possessive, his fingers sliding into my still-raw body, which tightens around him as he lightly brushes his thumb against my clit. "When my cock is inside you, there's no room for another man."

  "I wasn't really thinking of that," I protest, although of course now I am, and I'm pretty sure I would split from head to toe. "More like... I mean, as long as we're going two rounds..."

  He sighs and kisses me, then mutters, "Don't tell me you're thinking about Levi. Because there's no way I'm l
etting him in those doors. He probably comes as loud as he snores, which is saying something."

  I laugh. "He has suggested he could be a helping hand if the five of us ever... well, and if my hands are full... Not that we've talked about it much."

  "Clearly," he says dryly. "Maybe one of them could warm you up for me. Since none of them have cocks that can compete."

  Rolling my eyes at his bragging, I admit to myself that Eve was right when she called him a player. It's a good thing I know that he's my player. I just hope he doesn't get too possessive. I'm going to have to keep an eye on his competitive streak or he'll wind up getting himself killed, likely by the hands of one of my other Conduits.

  "Competitive possessiveness is hot in the bedroom," I tell Wyatt, "but save it for when we're getting naked. Otherwise I might have to box you in the ears."

  He smirks and kisses me, then murmurs, "You know you love it. Me and my big cock, making you hungry for more. Soon you'll be so unsatisfied by anyone but me that you'll be begging for a second round."

  I sigh and roll over, staring up at the ceiling. In an exaggerated voice, I cry out, "I've made a huge mistake!"

  Wyatt laughs.

  There's a heavy knock at the door. On the other side, a plaintive Levi asks, "Can you guys unlock the doors already? Because our group meeting with Covington is nearly ten minutes late, and they're all kind of waiting out here... further down the hall, where they can't hear you two uh, going at it."

  As heat rushes to my cheeks, turning them scarlet, he adds, "I stayed near the door, though. Real hot stuff, at least what I was able to hear. I'd warm you up for—hey! Grayson, canes are not for hitting."

  Chapter 7

  My professor heard me have sex. My professor heard me have sex. I don't know if there's anything more mortifying. Something about the blasé way he's acting as if it didn't happen, or at least like he doesn't care, almost makes it worse.

  My professor heard me have sex. I really need to get my own room. One with a big bed, a thick door, and a lock. A big, impenetrable lock, and lots of sound proofing on the walls.

  Apparently I make noise. Especially when there's a sizable dick involved. Based on the way Mason looks, as if a cat shit in his morning coffee, he heard at least some of it. Levi keeps winking at me and Wyatt like he can't decide which one of us he's seducing, and Grayson just has that inscrutable Grayson face on, which probably means he's wishing I'd ride him all the way to the end instead of the other guys.

  He's the only one of my Conduits I haven't screwed. And it's not because there's no attraction there, or he hasn't offered. I'm not even afraid that I'd hurt him—pretty sure he can more than take the pain. It's more that I'm afraid it would be so good for both of us, and especially for him, that I'd hold on tight to him and never let go.

  I wonder what it's like when a man is inside your mind, hearing all your thoughts and desires, even the secret subconscious ones, while he brings you pleasure with his hands and mouth and...

  Jerking my eyes back to Covington, I remind myself of the task at hand, and cool my mind before it can go any further into dirty territory. We're supposed to be discussing how I can get my powers back, but of course all I can think about is my mom's killer. That, and I didn't hear anything Professor Covington said. So I decide to interject with the only thing on my mind.

  "Professor, can I ask..."

  "Hmmm?"

  "Have you gotten any closer to finding Vervaine?" Hastily, I add, "I know you would tell all of us if you found her, of course. I'm just wondering if there are any leads at all. Maybe, since we've encountered the killer more than once, something might come up..."

  He sighs and shakes his head. "Unfortunately we've run into a bit of a roadblock. Normally it's fairly easy to track someone's magical signature, but at a certain point Maureen's just disappears. And Brutus has always been tricky. There's a reason why he's survived multiple millennia without anyone even finding him."

  Grayson is the one who says, "You'd think an international group of assassins would have gotten him by now."

  "You have a point," Covington acknowledges. "But one of the darker things about the history of the Shadow Fold is that our members weren't always against the idea of students or their fellow assassins being sacrificed for Brutus's greed for immortality. Once, those whose powers and bodies were taken even gave them willingly. Things changed as the university grew, though, and as the world changed. Brutus just didn't change with the times. And now he's grown far too powerful and crafty to be easily stopped—not surprising, given that he was instrumental in the growth of the Shadow Fold in the first place, and knows all our tricks."

  "What about the Black Serpent?" There's something about him that niggles at my brain. "For some reason they left him alive, even though he no doubt could've figured things out or even escaped his pocket dimension. He might know something about where they are."

  "Unfortunately we haven't been able to find this pocket dimension you spoke of," he says, which surprises me. "I have no doubt that it exists. But sometimes other dimensions can be hard for travelers to find. It's easier to return to one you've already been to, but otherwise, their locations are in constant flux, affected by the movement of our earth, the sun, the moon, and other celestial bodies. We'll keep looking for its new location, though it may take a week or two to find it."

  A week or two. He makes the search to find the killers sound impossibly long and difficult. But I can't stand the thought of them out there with my powers, lurking and planning, preparing to return and attack the campus again.

  "There has to be something we can do," I argue. Beside me, Mason puts a comforting hand on my arm, and I sigh as his soft brown eyes make me realize aloud, "But there isn't, is there. Not as long as I'm powerless."

  "I don't see it that way," Covington says smoothly. "Attempting to get your powers back is something we're doing that will help in the coming fight. And all the information you gave us is invaluable. Even now, expert trackers are searching for a commonality between all of Brutus's attacks, combing over the murders he committed in your home. Soon, something will click, and we'll figure out what it is that we need to end this nightmare once and for all. Until then..."

  Right. Back to focusing on the hopeless task of somehow getting my powers back. "What do you want me to try? Because I've already squinted at everything I can and tried to get it to move. Last night I even got so drunk that I spoke to my cat, and she didn't speak back."

  Normally I wouldn't talk to my professor about my drinking habits, but this one is a killer like me, and more importantly, he recently heard the sounds I make when I'm pounded all the way to bone town. No point in acting like I've never opened a bottle of liquor and poured it into a plastic cup until I regretted it all.

  "What I want you to do is try reaching for your powers through the connection you share with your Conduits. They've helped increase your Affinities' strength before. If I'm right, I doubt your powers are completely gone. I believe Maureen was interrupted before she could perform the rest of her spell. So there's a chance you could get them back by augmenting whatever latent slivers of your Affinities are left."

  It sounds plausible, but I'm as afraid of it working as it failing. It's one thing to decide in theory that I'd like to have my powers back even if it means my weakness will return. In reality, I'm afraid of how weak and alone I'll feel if I'm cast into the darkness of blindness again.

  As if sensing my fear, Grayson says, "We'll be holding your hands the whole time."

  I meet his eyes, their ice blue calm and clear. And I see what he doesn't say: he understands what I'm worried about. He knows what it feels like to be treated like a burden, to be weakened and frustrated by the limits of a body that doesn't do what you want. Out of all my Conduits, Grayson is the one who feels the suffering of his weakness on a daily basis, because just like me, the strength of his powers demands balance.

  And he's right about the other thing, which is that I won't truly be blind if
I'm holding their hands while we summon my powers. My weakness seems to disappear with their touch, just like theirs do. I'll be able to see until the moment our touch breaks.

  Still, I can't help wishing Penny was here. Using her eyes made me feel less weakened by my blindness, as temporary as it turned out to be. If I do get my powers back, I'll need to have her or Killer by me at all times, just in case I need their eyes.

  It's frightening to need people. I'm so used to being let down by those I depend on. Or losing them to death. The only way forward through this is to let my guard down and start relying on my Conduits, though. It's time to be brave and swallow my fear.

  "Let's figure this out." Licking my lips, I observe aloud, "My Physical Affinity is probably the most obvious one, so it'll be easiest to practice. Or try to practice, that is. So I guess Levi and I should go first."

  Levi opens his mouth to say something no doubt snarky that'll get him in trouble, but Mason elbows him in the gut before he can say a word. Huffing, he smirks at me and stands up, striding over to my chair and holding out his hand in some exaggerated impression of a Victorian suitor.

  "M'lay." He waggles his brows, then pauses, grimacing. "I sound like some generic Nice Guy with a fedora, don't I?"

  Wyatt mutters, "Only wh-when you open your m-m-mouth."

  Grayson chuckles at that, low and dark. I can feel Covington's eyes on all of us, and wonder if he's internally writing the note: Powerless Brutus and her Conduits are all bratty dumbasses. No hope of recovery. Might as well start drinking now.

  "Just act normal," I tell Levi, taking his hand and walking with him to the far wall of the classroom, where the targets are. "Stop being all weird."

  "I can't help it. I was born that way." He makes a very strange face at me, sticking his tongue out of the corner of his mouth and wriggling his nose. I roll my eyes even as I giggle despite myself. "See? It's not all bad. First smile I've seen you crack in ages. At least even if your powers don't come back, you'll still have me around to make a fool of myself."