by RuNyx .
“Who is Mo?” his voice got lower as he spread her knee wider in a move so dominant it made her clench around him harder.
“No one,” she shook her head, pulling his head down for a kiss again, moving her hips as he aggressively punched his cock insider her, the sound of their bodies slapping and their breaths panting loud in the air. Corvina focused on the sounds, the breaths, this entirely new experience, and filed away the voice for later.
Vad wrapped his hand from under her knee to where they were joined, pressing against her exposed clit, rubbing it hard in circles with his thumb as his cock rammed into her over and over; her nipples scraping against his chest with each movement, over and over; his tongue penetrating her mouth, touching, gliding, playing with hers, over and over and over. The assault on her senses from all sides turned the blaze in her flesh into an inferno, burning from all the places they were connected, spreading like a wildfire under her skin, taking her under.
A current of electricity zapped through her spine, arching her back as her head dug into the seat, her mouth opening on a scream silenced by his as waves of pleasure capsized her, taking her under. Her knees jerked as he held them down, her walls clenching and unclenching around him rapidly, so rapidly he punched his cock through them one last time before growling against her lips, his release flooding her to capacity.
It was everything, pleasure so pure, so untainted, so primal it was endless.
Corvina looked up at him, dazed, her body still buzzing with little aftershocks.
Panting, he pulled back, his chest heaving, and stood upright outside the car, his hands holding the top for support as he caught his breath.
Corvina stayed where she was, limp, looking at him as he got to fixing himself, surrounded by the dark, the light drizzle wetting him, making his skin gleam. She could scent him on herself, his unique scent, and she liked it.
He turned to her, his silver gaze raking over her supine form, heating again despite what they’d just done. She wondered how she looked to him, skirt up around her waist, thigh-high boots, ripped panties, braid loosened.
Bending down, he ripped her panties on the other side, throwing them in the back with his coat, and took out some tissues from the dashboard. She stayed silent, watching him as he cleaned her up, her heart clenching at the act, her mind arousing at the eroticism of it.
“You’ll be sore,” he told her, finally pulling her skirt down and gesturing to the passenger side seat for her to move. Corvina climbed over to that side, moaning at the way her legs and pussy protested.
“I am sore,” she told him, settling in her seat, aware of every single throb between her legs.
She felt him clear up his seat and climb in, before he started the ignition.
“So, back to normal then,” she mused out loud.
His response was a slight huff.
It was over sooner than she’d expected. And she didn’t know what she’d expected afterward, but it hadn’t exactly been this.
Happy birthday to her.
Slowly, he reversed out of the spot and began their ascent up to the castle where they would be strangers once more.
CHAPTER 12
Vad
Who the fuck was Mo?
Clearly someone important enough for her to call out his name while he was balls deep inside her. Vad didn’t like it. He didn’t like it at all. He hadn’t expected this, whatever the fuck spell she was casting over him with those eyes of hers. He hadn’t expected to be blindsided with this Neanderthal need to possess her. It wasn’t the time for it. He had more important things to focus on. He had Verenmore to focus on, and nothing would ever top that.
But he didn’t like that she kept her secrets, not one bit.
He would hear her secrets. But his own were not something she could learn, not now, not ever.
He glanced at her as they neared the castle gates. With her dark hair she mostly wore in one of her fancy braids, skirts he always wondered about, that piercing on her nose his lips tingled to kiss, and those damned violet eyes the shades of which he’d only seen once before, she saw too much. This slight, soft girl was entirely too dangerous for him.
He shouldn’t get more involved. Fucking her had been a mistake, even though he didn’t regret it one bit.
His grip around the wheel tightened. Their time together would be another secret this mountain would keep, one no one could know, for more reasons than she was aware of.
No. This was where they ended.
But who the fuck was Mo?
CHAPTER 13
Corvina
And she was the student again.
She kind of hated him, really hated him, for the ease with which he slipped into his role after they got back to the castle. With a gruff ‘good night, Miss Clemm’, as though he hadn’t spent the last hour buried inside her, as though she hadn’t been wet with his seed, he had dropped her off in the driveway and gone on his merry way.
Kaylin Cross, the woman she hadn’t really seen in months, had been waiting for her in the tower foyer. She had asked Corvina if her trip to town had been alright and if Mr. Deverell had been cordial with her. Corvina had smiled and assured Kaylin that he had been very kind, while ignoring the heaviness in her pussy. It had sent a secret thrill through her though, pretending that her muscles weren’t dying from the sexual exertion while having an absolutely contrary conversation.
That had been two weeks ago.
Two weeks, and her soreness had disappeared. Two weeks, and things were normal to the point where she wondered if she’d imagined the whole thing.
Corvina made her way with her sandwich to the end of the dining hall, finally able to walk without even a twinge between her legs. Jade and Erica sat over the morning-lit windows on their usual table with Troy, Ethan, and Jax, chattering about something. She weaved between the other tables, her skirt flowing around her legs like liquid.
As she reached them, Jax shifted to the side, making space between him and Erica like he usually did, offering her a seat. Corvina gave him a small smile and slid into the space, her body sandwiched between the two on either side.
“I can’t believe they’re doing this!” Jade muttered, stabbing her plate of fruit with a fork.
“What?” Corvina asked, taking a bite of her sandwich.
“The castle is opening up the Vault,” Troy said from his seat beside Jade.
“The what?”
“It’s what they called this small dungeon underneath this building, but they locked it up years ago,” Jade informed her, sipping on her coffee.
Corvina raised her eyebrows, waiting for her to explain. She didn’t have to wait long.
“That was where the Slayers were first found doing some dark shit,” Jade told her. “It’s after the university shut the place that they moved into the woods.”
“Why open it now?” Corvina asked, nibbling on her sandwich, her appetite low for some reason.
“Mr. Deverell convinced the board,” Troy supplied, his mouth half-full. “Said it would make an excellent recreation room, from what I’ve heard. And I don’t actually disagree with him. We don’t have any space for just chilling, you know?”
Corvina ignored the little stutter in her heart at his name. “That doesn’t sound too bad.”
“With the Black Ball in weeks?” Jade shook her head. “The timing just feels… off.”
“It’s not like the school stops people from going anywhere, Jade,” Jax pointed out. “Locked or not, if anyone wanted to use that space, they would. People wander around here all the damn time. No one cares.”
“You’ll learn after a little while how much power the legend actually has here, Jax,” Troy corrected. “That’s the major reason the university doesn’t have a rule for students not wandering around at night or going into the woods. Nobody who’s heard of them would dare to anyways.”
“Not unless you’re Mr. Deverell,” Erica chuckled. “I’ve seen him around at night from my window, and we all know he goes in
to the woods. I wonder why though.”
“It can’t be for fresh air,” Ethan theorized. “We already get plenty of that. And not for exercise either, since most of the faculty walks around the campus or go to the fitness room.”
“Wait, there’s a fitness room?” Corvina asked, surprised since she’d not seen it on her map.
“It’s in the Staff Wing,” Jax said from her side, eating his sandwich. “You know the building behind this hall?”
Corvina nodded, her own mouth full.
“They have a fitness room on top of their tower.”
“You saw him in the woods once, right Corvina?” Troy mused. “What was he doing in there?”
Smoking a cigarette. Fixing an old, damaged piano. Kissing the breath out of her.
She shook her head, her answer half-honest. “I was at the lake when I saw him. He told me not to be in the woods alone and then he left.”
“Damn,” Erica chewed on her food. “He’s so weird. Fascinating. But not gonna lie, I’m lowkey scared of him.”
Corvina could understand why. He had that air about him. But she’d learned years ago not to be scared of what she didn’t understand, and until she understood him, there was no room for fear. He’d had multiple chances to harm her, and for some reason, he’d made her feel safe instead. And Mo had told her something along that line.
As though she’d conjured him, she felt the weight of his gaze on her front.
She looked up from the sandwich to lock eyes with him for a moment before he looked away. He tried not watching her much anymore, not the way he’d used to. Maybe he was over whatever had pulsed between them after their one time.
She wasn’t.
After that box had opened, Corvina just had to think of him and feel the desire pulse in her blood. She would sit in his classes and watch him teach and feel her breasts get heavy. She would watch him tap the marker on the desk and remember the way he’d tapped her pussy. One time, she’d gone to the staff room to give her history professor a paper and found her silver-eyed devil reading in the corner, wearing a pair of square black-framed glasses she loved him in, and almost jumped him before stopping herself.
Yeah, she wasn’t over him.
She was attached, and she didn’t know how that boded for her.
She saw his eyes flash to Jax beside her and realized she was sitting pressed to his side, something she hadn’t even thought about. Suddenly, she was hyperaware of it. She saw his eyes take in the places where she and Jax were pressed together before his eyes came to hers.
The silver was molten.
“Can I take one?” she heard Jax’s voice from the side, her eyes ensnared, her heart beating hard in her chest.
Mr. Deverell turned and went to the food.
Corvina inhaled, closing her eyes for a second to regain her composure, and extended her plate to Jax. “Sure.”
They all ate and talked about the classes. Troy and Ethan were seniors in their second year, so they had different classes and schedules, which kept the conversation about other faculty members interesting. Corvina liked how no one ever broached the subject of anyone’s past. It made her relax and open a bit more because all conversation with them rooted itself in the present or prospects of the future. She really, really liked that.
She also really liked how comfortable she had begun to feel with the boys. Having never really interacted with the male species in her previous life, she had been pleasantly surprised to find they were pretty nice. They loved to joke at each other’s expense and pull legs but they were genuinely nice people.
After breakfast, they all made their way back towards the towers in the bright sunshine. Troy stopped to tie his laces, telling them he’ll catch up, and Corvina stayed back with him, taking the chance to peek inside the windows.
Her eyes went to Mr. Deverell taking his wrapped sandwiches. He never ate in the hall with everyone else. A young female professor wearing a simple blue sweater and jeans, her blonde hair in a ponytail, approached him. Corvina watched as she laughed at something he said, resting her palm on his bicep, and something hot, ugly took a hold of her insides.
“What are you staring at?” Troy asked back on his feet, following her gaze.
“Just that professor,” Corvina replied, shrugging like her insides weren’t on fire. “I haven’t seen her before.”
“That’s Dr. Harbor,” he supplied helpfully like the endless source of information that he was. “She’s in the history department. She and Mr. Deverell had a thing a while back.”
God, how many women on this campus had he been with?
She gulped, glaring down at her boots. “Are they still together?”
Troy shrugged, unconcerned. “Probably. Who cares?” he said before suddenly his gaze sharpened on Corvina. “You care.”
The denial flew from her lips. “Nope. Not at all.”
Troy, the jovial boy who loved to tease her, looked at her with seriousness beyond his age. “Look Purple, what you do is your business,” he told her quietly, his attention on her. “And not that I have any issues with Mr. Deverell. He’s always been cool with me. But just so you know, that’s not a guy I’d ever want to be alone with on a dark night. Not to mention, it’s against the rules so don’t tell anyone. Just be careful, okay?”
Her throat tight, Corvina nodded, not really knowing what to say.
“Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone,” he reassured her, giving her one of his side-hugs. “But damn Purple, you had to go find the devil of Verenmore, didn’t you?”
Troy shut up as they joined the others, giving her his trademark grin. “Let’s get to class.”
Corvina waved him off. “I need to go to the library.”
“I’ll come with,” Jax said from her side. “I have to return a book.”
Nodding, Corvina started cutting through the garden to the side of the Academic Wing that led to the dungeon library, the wind extra cold on her face. It was a foggy morning, the white mist heavy around the castle and its occupants, humans shivering in the cold as they went about their day. She wondered for a moment if she should worry about Troy knowing, and then discarded the thought. She trusted him and he’d been nothing but good to her. He was her friend.
“So, you’re done with Deverell’s paper?” Jax started in the way of conversation, his cheeks ruddy in the wind, hands in his jacket pockets.
Corvina nodded, grateful for her fitting black woolen skirt and dark purple sweater that broke the wind, her legs encased in her thigh-high warm boots. “Finished it last night,” she told him, gripping the strap of her bag. “You?”
He slid her a grin. “Almost.”
“We need to submit that today, you know?” she reminded him as they rounded the corner of the academic block. The heavy double doors of the dungeon with their wrought iron frame were open, a set of wide stone steps leading down to the entrance.
“I’ll get it done before class,” he assured her, taking the steps four at a time.
Corvina rolled her eyes, a smile tipping her lips at him showing off his athleticism for no reason.
“That was very unnecessary,” she told him, descending at her normal pace as he waited.
“Did it impress you though?” he asked good-naturedly. “Or should I add a backflip next time?”
A chuckle bubbled out of her as they entered the library, few students already in queue to return books in front of the desk. Corvina wasn’t surprised. Monday mornings and Friday evenings had the most traffic in the library since Mrs. Suki was on leave on the weekends.
Jax took a book out of his bag, heading towards the queue as Corvina turned left towards the shelves.
“You aren’t coming?” he asked loudly, earning a “Silent, young man,” from Mrs. Suki at the desk.
Corvina indicated the shelves at the back, telling him she needed to borrow some books quietly, and he nodded, going to stand behind a few students.
Corvina headed towards the literature section, hoping to find a few
novels to read over the week. She passed a girl perusing a book in the History aisle and finally turned to her destination. Mrs. Suki had told her one day about a special shelf where she’d stashed all her romances, unbeknownst to the university – vintage romances from her day, erotic romances, historical, and even some paranormal. Corvina was a sucker for those.
Fingers skimming over titles, she plucked out two small shifter romances, continued skimming, paused over Jane Eyre, and took it out as well.
Armed with her three books for the week, she left the aisle and began walking out the short corridor that led out in the main library area.
Suddenly, an arm shot out from the Philosophy section and pulled her in, slamming her against the shelves in the dark corner of the aisle.
The scent was the first thing she noticed, amidst the smell of old books and musty library, that scent of crisp burning wood and brandy. Heart pounding, she tilted her head back, catching a glimpse of the silver eyes before his mouth crashed on hers.
The taste of him jolted her senses, her entire body electrocuted by the pressure of his mouth on hers, coming alive after weeks of slumber. She opened her mouth under his, welcoming the assault of his tongue as he pressed her deeper into the shelves, her hands barely holding onto the books, his hands holding the sides of her face to keep her still as he ravaged her like a maniac given free rein to the madness in his head.
Her heart fluttered as their tongues met, his taste consuming her, his arms keeping her protected in a way Corvina never wanted to leave. She wanted to suspend time and live in the feelings he elicited in her, a warm, beautiful riot of colors in her dark heart.
After consuming her, devouring her, ravishing her for long, long minutes, he pulled back, letting her come up for air, his mercury eyes flashing as he gripped her face.
“He fucked you yet?” he muttered the question against her lips, flicking the corner with a soft lick at the end.
It took a second for the words to penetrate her foggy, lusty brain.
And then they did.
