Once Upon A Wolf: A Dark Academy Reverse Harem Bully Romance (Everafter Academy Book 1)

by Scarlett Snow

  She’s a Satanist.

  And I just shot my load to her getting fucked by her dark god.

  The fuck is wrong with me?

  I’ve seen and done a lot of shit in my life, but this has to be the worst.

  She takes longer to compose herself than I do. I don’t blame her. I’d be insensible if I was a woman who’d been fucked that hard by a dick that big.

  Confession: I’m a little jealous of the Dark One’s tool.

  Shit. I’m going fucking insane.

  I take a deep breath and gather my thoughts. What I’ve seen here is confirmation that Redera Hemlock is no white witch. Quite the contrary. She’s as dark as they come—no pun intended.

  I retreat from the forest and teleport back to the school. The darkness inside me that I thought I had expunged is singing and it takes all my might to shove it aside. I cannot go back to being what I was, and yet, watching her tonight, I wonder what more I could still be.

  It’s nothing but ruinous folly to think this way. Excuses aside, I should be ashamed of myself for what I’ve done tonight. I am horrified with myself. I’m also shocked that someone of her ilk has found her way into my school.

  How did I miss that?

  I stand in the shadows near the secret door she’ll undoubtedly use to sneak back into the school. After a long while, I see her coming back, walking swiftly along the path with a spring in her step. Frankly, I’m surprised she can even walk after the pounding she just took.

  She’s almost to the bushes when I step out in front of her, startling her half to death. She doesn’t scream and she doesn’t react with shame. Her first instinct is to drop into what’s basically a fighter’s crouch, then her eyes widen.

  “It seems I now know who and what you really are, Miss Hemlock. Come with me.”

  I seize her by the upper arm and she lets me. Magic tingles everywhere I touch her and I want to shake her until that excess power goes away. I want to shake myself awake.

  I follow Lockwood, cursing my luck the whole way. He saw me with Lucifer and now he knows beyond a shadow of a doubt what I am. He knows I’m a dark witch and he knows I don’t belong in his school. He’s going to expel me. I’ll never find out who the wolf at Everafter is and I’ll never find out about Esmeralda. Worst of all, I’ll have disappointed my Dark Lord, and he’s not someone you want to disappoint.

  This is a fucking disaster.

  I just wanted to ask Lucifer for the ability to scry so I could look for the Rosso Lupa Pack. I also wanted to be able to communicate with Esmeralda. He said he’d give me both and we sealed the deal. When he was done, he told me that Lockwood had been watching the entire time.

  Fucking pervert.

  Strangely, Lucifer wasn’t overly concerned, even though this could be the end of my career at Everafter. In fact, it gave my lord an idea to hatch a plan, and as you’d expect, it’s diabolical. Hopefully I won’t have to use it. Hopefully Lockwood will show me mercy, though, going by his grip on my arm, I highly doubt it.

  We get to a spot in the forest that’s full of white magic. It makes my skin itch. Up overhead, the moon shines brightly, just shy of being full. Its light lets me see the fierce look on Lockwood’s face as he stops and turns to me.

  “I knew that you would break curfew,” he says, his tone caustic. “Your kind always do.”

  “My kind?” I echo, annoyed at the jab.

  “Trouble makers.”

  “And you always follow trouble makers around?” I ask, putting on a front. I’m scared and upset, which always makes me snappish. How could I have been so stupid?

  Lockwood takes a step closer and I take one back. “I make it my job to know everything that goes on at my school, including any potential threats,” he replies, his eyes boring into me.

  “You see me as a threat?” I keep walking until my back thuds into a tree.

  “I see you as a rule breaker. A disruption. A bad influence.”

  His words send a crippling wave of anxiety through me. I grasp at the tree, digging my fingers into the bark. My stomach twists into a knot and I look away, wondering how in the name of Satan I can get my headmaster to keep me on at his precious school. But then I notice something rather interesting.

  Something that stacks the odds in my favor.

  “Is being a bad influence really so bad, Sir?” I glance down at his erection, which he sheepishly and very swiftly hides with his cloak. “Looks like you’re enjoying it.”

  A slight tinge rises to his cheeks.

  I glide up to him, my eyes locked on him like a predator on its prey. The dynamic between us has transformed and I’m not going to let it change back. My true colors rise to the surface, letting my dark witch free. She yawns and stretches her arms inside me, pleased to be out of her cage for a while. With a cruel smile, she takes control of the situation and I let her.

  “I know you were watching,” I tell him, pulling my lips into a smug grin. His pupils are blown and I’m close enough that if I angle my hip just right, I can brush against his wood. He sucks in air through his nose. “Did watching Satan fuck my tight hole turn you on, Sir?”

  He steps back, his face darkening in the moonlight. “You do not belong at Everafter. After what I’ve seen, I should expel you immediately.”

  Should is the keyword there.

  “But you’re not going to, are you, Sir?” I close the gap between us and reach down for his cock. He pulls away before I can touch him. Tease.

  “Why are you here?” His tone is clipped, hoping to convey a false sense of calmness. But I can hear every erratic beat of his heart, every nervous intake of breath. He’s both anxious and aroused, conflicted and desperate. I go in for the kill.

  “I’m here to get an education, of course. And to learn how to be a good girl.” I step forward again, brushing my fingers over his cock. “Don’t you want me to be a good girl, Sir?”

  He doesn’t back up. In fact, he doesn’t move at all. “Your kind belongs at Nevermore.”

  Again with that superficial voice. I smirk at him. “What? Where fairytales never come true, Sir? How fortunate for me.”

  I turn my hand so my palm is against his dick. It’s hard and I can imagine the precum pooling on the head. My mouth waters at the thought. I wish I could see him. I satisfy myself with taking a feel instead.

  “Miss Hemlock…” He sucks his teeth, his breath catching in his throat. “That’s enough.”

  I stroke him again and he groans. I lean in close, tipping my head up because he’s so much taller. “Do you know what I think, Professor Lockwood? I think you want to fuck me. I think you saw Satan tearing up my pussy and you wished it was you. I think that if I gave you the chance, that’s exactly what you’d do.” I rub harder, giving his cock a light squeeze. “Right. Now.”

  I lean up to kiss him and to my surprise, he doesn’t pull away. In fact, he kisses me back, his tongue spearing into my mouth in a pale imitation of what he’d really like to do to me. I grab his tongue between my teeth and bite it gently, then suck on it for a moment. He groans into my mouth.

  When I let go and step back, I can’t help but chuckle. “Looks like I have some dirt on you, now, don’t I? What would your Storyteller—or the High Council—say about you kissing one of your students, I wonder?”

  His rapid heartbeat freezes. “Who are you, really?”

  I shrug indifferently. “Just Ravyn Hemlock of the She’ol Clan.”

  “Vampires?”

  “Dark witches,” I correct him, “but cursed all the same. Don’t worry, Sir. I’m not here to drink your blood. I want your silence.”

  Lockwood’s face turns scarlet with rage again, matching the shade of my own cloak. “Are you blackmailing me, girl?”

  A derisive grin blossoms over my face. “Well, I am a villain, aren’t I? I’m not like the other girls in this school.”

  He grinds his teeth. “Clearly.”

  “I think you like that about me.” I press against him and he still doesn’t
pull away. His muscles are taut as a bowstring. I push onto my tiptoes and brush my fingers against his neatly-trimmed beard. “I think you’re tired of princesses and do-gooders and the happy-ever-after crowd. You’ve got darkness inside you. I can smell it. And I think you’ve been wanting a bad girl to keep you company.”

  He swallows hard, the pulse in his throat fluttering like a caged bird. “You think this game will work?”

  “I don’t think, I know. I’m the bad girl you’ve been waiting for.” I brush my lips against the corner of his jaw. “When I’m good, I’m bad. But when I’m bad? I’ll blow your fucking mind, Sir. Why don’t you let me show you?”

  For all his pointless bravado, I know Lockwood is still a man at the end of the day and men always react the same. I should know; I’ve spent eighteen years controlled by His Excellency. Lockwood will never get his emotions settled down as long as I’m holding his cock. It’s not like he’s trying to take it back, anyway.

  A grin plays on my lips. I’ve got him right where I need him, just like Lucifer told me I would. But then Lockwood’s hand is around my throat, the other seizing my wrist, and my smirk vanishes.

  He leans in, bringing his lips to my ear. “I don’t take kindly to blackmailers. If you knew what was good for you, witch, you wouldn’t push me. I guarantee you’ll live to regret it.”

  I chuckle in the back of my throat, the movement slightly constricted by his hand. “You like being called ‘Sir,’ don’t you? I’ll bet that deep inside, you’re a Master just looking for the perfect little Slave.”

  His grip tightens. I also put pressure on his cock and dig my fingernails in, but he doesn’t even flinch. Fuck, that’s hot.

  “I think you want to punish me for being a bad girl,” I tell him. “Breaking curfew and polluting your precious school with my dark self. It disgusts you.” Rubbing his cock harder, I watch him intently, waiting for a change in his expression. He doesn’t falter, but his cock answers me well, standing to full attention under his silk pants. “Wouldn’t you like to bend me over your knee and spank me until my ass is bright red? Don’t you want to shove your hard cock down my throat and skull fuck me until I can no longer breathe? Maybe you’d like to do what headmasters always do best and cane the sin out of me.”

  Lockwood shoves me back, still clenching my throat, and pushes me up against the tree. My feet dangle off the ground. All the while, his lips move against mine in a violent, passionate, all-consuming rage. His free hand slides over my breasts, down my front, between my legs, grabbing my pussy. I moan and gasp into his mouth, seizing his hair for support.

  But then he disappears and I fall down with a thud, landing on my already sore ass. He’s nowhere to be seen, and the woods are quiet once again. That motherfucker must have translocated back into the school. I guess he wanted to think about my offer in private.

  No matter. I know he’s going to say yes.

  Men like him can never resist temptation. It’s in their blood.

  As soon as Lockwood is gone, Broin drops down from the tree and lands beside me as a man. He’s still only wearing his pants, though he’s pulled on some boots and fuck if he doesn’t look delectable.

  “That was an interesting conversation,” he comments, a bitter edge to his voice.

  I straighten off the ground, brushing the leaves from my clothes. “I’m merely doing what I need to do to survive this stupid place.”

  “So you’re using him?”

  I think for a moment, trying hard not to let my other side fill me with guilt. With my dark blood polluting her veins, I wonder if Redera ever felt like this, torn between good and bad? Or did choosing come naturally to her?

  “I’m just having a little fun,” I answer honestly, because it isn’t a lie.

  “Haven’t you had enough fun?”

  “There’s never enough fun,” I grin, the two of us fully aware that Lucifer’s cum is inside me, a delightful, burning sensation. “Just enough for tonight.”

  He shakes his head. “You’re a naughty girl, Little Red.”

  “Oh, bite me, Daddy,” I laugh, winking at him.

  Broin takes my hand and we stroll through the dark wood together.

  He watched me with Lucifer, then he watched me with Professor Lockwood. He seems to be taking things better than I imagined. But I know just from his quietness that he’s troubled. How is he really taking all this? In a matter of a few days, our lives have changed in ways neither of us imagined or even wanted. For the past year, I’ve belonged solely to Broin, and while he never minded multiple partners before, things have irrevocably changed.

  It’s not uncommon for our coven to have multiple mates; the Dark Lord encourages it. Satanalia, the time of sexual indulgence and physical worship among our clan, happens regularly at the Church of Shadows. They’re celebrated like Fantasia celebrates the Festival of Light, only ours occur at the beginning of each season when the moon is ripe. I’m sure the first moon of autumn is next week, which means I’ll have no choice but to face His Excellency. If he did find out—and I imagine Lucifer would have told him—that I tried to leave his coven, his wrath will be unlike anything I’ve ever seen.

  The kind I’m not looking forward to.

  Hopefully, under the circumstances, he’ll allow me to sit this one out. I’ve spent every Satanalia with him since I was sixteen. His emotional and physical scars are still etched into my bones. He’s the cruellest and most powerful of the clan. My body shudders and recoils at the memories. I crave and fear them.

  I squeeze Broin’s hand. “Satanalia is coming up soon, isn’t it?”

  He glances at me from the corner of his eyes. “Yes. Do you wish to go?”

  “Heaven no. The thought of facing everyone, after what I did…”

  “You’ll have to face them sooner or later,” he points out. “You’re still a member of this clan. None of the covens will forgive you if you try to avoid them.”

  I open my mouth to dispute the matter, then snap my jaw shut. My family has been dead for two days, and not once has any member of the clan tried to contact me. Our coven never even sent a raven to pass on their condolences. Broin knows this and falls quiet. The normally comfortable silence is heavy, laden with tension that stretches between us. He hasn’t been right since we came here.

  I come to a halt, letting go of his hand, “What’s wrong?”

  Broin looks away, unable to hold my gaze. His cheeks are flushing in the moonlight. “You know how I feel about sharing you like this.”

  “You’ve shared me before, with His Excellency.”

  “Not like this.”

  His pained voice is killing me. I reach out to turn his face around, but he takes hold of my wrist.

  “It’s sharing you with people I don’t know that kills me, Little Red. People I don’t trust.”

  “What are you afraid of?” I breathe, my heart warm from his affection.

  “When you’re with them, I’m not there to protect you. What if something happens? What if I’m not there to save you? If I lose you…” His voice cracks and he clenches his jaw, unable to finish his sentence.

  I know he isn’t referring to Lucifer or His Excellency.

  He’s talking about Lockwood.

  I touch his face with my fingertips, his hand still locked on my wrist. “Nothing will ever take you away from me. Even after the four years are up, even after I avenge my family, nothing will separate us.”

  “What if—”

  “You told me to never focus on the what ifs,” I cut in, using my other hand to untangle his grip so I can slide my fingers through his. “You said it just veils us from the present. That it’s an illusion meant to trap us.”

  “It does.” His expression softens. “It is.”

  “Then please don’t torment yourself. I know what I’m doing. The Dark Lord has a plan that will help the both of us. Trust me. Trust us.”

  Standing on my toes to kiss him on the lips, I wrap my arms around his neck and hold him close. His
arm slips around my waist and he embraces me. I always feel safe in his hands—hands that are capable of such destruction and yet love at the same time.

  When we emerge from the woods some moments later, he shifts into his raven and flies up to my shoulder. I look around before approaching the hidden door. I’ve already been exposed once tonight. My body is aching, my insides throbbing from Lucifer’s ravishment. I don’t think I have any energy to fight off another spectator.

  In my exhaustion, as I step out of the closet and walk down the hallway, I realize I never cast a glamour. But it’s too late. Christopher, walking toward me in his pajamas, jerks to a halt. The grey owl on his shoulder gawps at me.

  I turn away in an attempt to avoid him.

  “Hey, wait a minute.”

  Letting out a heavy sigh, I swing around with my hands on my hips. “What’s up?” His pajamas are covered in llamas that make me smirk. “Nice getup.”

  A grin lights up his handsome face. “I saw you sticking up for Quasimodo.”

  “And?” I can’t help but sound defensive. It’s not that I hate Christopher, I just don’t trust him. “Have you come to tell me I should be hanged for helping other people? If so, save your breath.”

  He shakes his head, his long hair swaying from side to side. “Nah. I actually want to thank you.”

  “Thank… me?” I repeat the words, raising a sceptical brow.

  “Yeah. What you did for him was noble of you.”

  I nearly laugh at the statement. There’s nothing noble about me. But I can’t deny that I’m surprised by him. Actually, when I think about it, he’s never wronged me. It’s only Gideon and Erik who have it out for me, along with their three bimbos.

  “Sorry if any of the soup splashed you yesterday,” I say sheepishly. “I was only aiming for Gideon.”

  He laughs. “Trust me. I’ve used worse hair masks.”